Super High Campus
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				Title: <strong>Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 16:21:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Welcome all to Super High!</span></strong></div><div align="center">(https://archinect.imgix.net/uploads/7o/7otljcinrayri2y6.jpg?auto=compress%2Cformat)</div><div align="center"><em>Dear potential student.<br>You are cordially invited to attend our open tryouts. These tryouts are to determine whether you are worthy of attending the elite school of supers. Come along to the open day and try your luck on the obsitle course. Complete this in under five minutes and you will win a place amongst the students here. Super high has been declared the top school for supers and we intend to keep it that way. Tryouts will be held from 9am to midday. <br>Yours Sincerely<br>SH.<br>Headmistress</em></div><br><hr><br>The most famous of all the super schools was buzzing, new teams and important dignitary could been found strolling the impressive campus. The lead up to the biggest day in any supers calender had been intense. Hundreds of thousands of invitations had been sent out to supers from around the world and into the very stars. On the day in question the weather was perfect sunny with slight cloud to stop sunstroke. With a mild wind to keep you cool, the weather was proof of the kind of staff that the school boasted because only the famed Weather Woman herself could create such perfect conditions.<br><br>In their thousands the potential students arrived, some would have made a name for themselves in the world already, others came from famous families and still others had dark murky backgrounds that oozed if you looked to closely. However this school was nothing but fair and only the best of both good and evil would get in.<br><br>On a large playing field easily the size of two dozen football fields stood <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">THE COURSE!.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.reviewjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/9147409_web1_nup_178744_0295201783185310131.jpg).&nbsp; &nbsp; (http://thesmartlocal.com/images/easyblog_articles/6645/b2ap3_large_DBS-Marina-Regatta-5.jpg).&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (https://static.livingsocial.co.uk/images/deal/4749796/267557-iphone-promo.jpg).&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (https://cdn1.uk.yumping.info/emp/fotos/1/1/3/9/0/tm_e-11390-img-7367-star-command-photo-by-paul-marc-mitchell14720436349447.jpg).&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQzVGPLlMNCDeJqBbCARNXewTOWWpeiia-R6Bi1BINfhKSWetRJ)</div></div> This course encompass every training regime known and some not known. It's your worst nightmare and the best five minuets of your life rolled into one! It also magically changes every five teen minutes and is full of surprises.<br><br>You and your fellow combatants have just five minutes to make fame on this course, you'll run the course in group and you must show the team of judges, consenting of the headteacher, the deputy, a president or two, and a randomly selected judge from the visitors. What you have got, if you don't it's not like you can't go to another super school but you'll be forever known as that person that didn't get into Super High. Good luck....after all it's not like the entire world is watching.........<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 16:21:51</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"> Locations on campus</span><br><br>Areas on note - <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Training room</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel//universe3zx/images/5/5b/Danger_room.jpg) Simulation zone.<br>(http://vampirebooks.club/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/garage-workout-basement-garage-squat-rack-workout.jpg) weights<br>(https://www.tmactive.co.uk/images/006-LLCgym-LR-_DH40908.jpg) general work out<br>Shooting range with moving target's- Save the innocent scenarios</div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Canteen</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/67/de/cb67de9030e5e6e05fc49896efb3161d.jpg) A large seating area which combines an array of pre cooked foods but there is also a kitchen area where you can make your own meals. The kitchen area is stocked 24/7.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Library</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://fantasy.ambient-mixer.com/images_template/9/e/d/9ed956f7078c4e772c45462331fbb433_full.jpg).&nbsp; (https://androidwalls.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Fantasy%20Room%20Magic%20Globe%20Library%20Android%20Wallpaper-360x640.jpg).&nbsp; &nbsp;(https://puzzlepalace.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/Fantasy-Magic-Room-1000-PC-Jigsaw-Puzzle-1.jpg).&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f4/d4/4a/f4d44a02f248d61475d1ad9d05304ec6--bedroom-reading-nooks-bedroom-book-nook.jpg?b=t) romantic meetings may occur in the alcove&nbsp; O:) &gt;:) </div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">THE COURSE!.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.reviewjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/9147409_web1_nup_178744_0295201783185310131.jpg).&nbsp; &nbsp; (http://thesmartlocal.com/images/easyblog_articles/6645/b2ap3_large_DBS-Marina-Regatta-5.jpg).&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (https://static.livingsocial.co.uk/images/deal/4749796/267557-iphone-promo.jpg).&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (https://cdn1.uk.yumping.info/emp/fotos/1/1/3/9/0/tm_e-11390-img-7367-star-command-photo-by-paul-marc-mitchell14720436349447.jpg).&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQzVGPLlMNCDeJqBbCARNXewTOWWpeiia-R6Bi1BINfhKSWetRJ)<br><br>Update! Also includes caves, zero gravity field and deep water diving.</div></div> Accessable at any time day or night for extra training.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Courtyard</div><div class="spoiler_body"> comming soon </div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 19:38:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DpG80s-VAAADQMS.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br>Tagging: Pretty much everybody in attendance, Sam (particular importance), Angel (mentioned)<br><hr>It was always a weird happenstance when a villain and a hero got together, and while they had lived short lives, both The Maiden of Seasons and Bloodhound had managed to cram some interesting life experiences into their time actively villaining and heroing respectively. And then some time in their thirties, they had a kid. Not too uncommon for two Supers to have a kid that came out Super, too, but he'd been... not quite sheltered, but rather, he simply wasn't made into a big deal, affording him some minor degree of normalcy--unlike some people who'd had fame thrust upon them since they were little more than kids.<br><br>Consequently, little was actually known about Leshy himself, other than who his parents were, and their own accomplishments--The Maiden had been a terror that plagued Europe for quite some time, with blackouts caused by her freak wind storms, wild fires sparked by her pyromancy... and on, and on, all those things done to cover her crimes. Some, of course, would still consider The Maiden a villain, even if she wasn't robbing banks; she was a CEO of a major research company that had fallen under the scrutiny of some regulatory agencies, though no wrong-doing had ever actually been found.<br><br>On the flipside, his father, Bloodhound, worked at an institute that specialized in people with shapeshifting abilities. He'd been a part of a para-police force to apprehend Super-criminals, and had earned his nickname based both on his lycanthropic transformation, as well as his ability to track people by their scent over vast distances. <br><br>And then there was Leshy... whatever came from those two producing a child. And today wasn't about his parents, or the training he's been through since his powers first manifested. It's not even about how the past week, he's been using the training course at the institute his father worked at; nowhere near as complex and intimidating as Super High, but a rigorous physical regimen nonetheless. Something that had helped him prepare for today. <br><br>A great deal of pressure fell upon him as he moved through the other assembled soon-to-be Supers. Of note is his custom tailored clothing, which looked a little odd on him as a human--especially the hole in the back of his jeans, designed for his tail when he shifted forms--but one other student would probably feel pinpricks of chilly cold radiating from the oddly dressed twenty-something. <strong>Faith</strong>. It radiated burning power from him, but not the sort of burning associated with fire; rather, it was that unique burn associated with coldness. Winter. Frost. A silver medallion hung around his neck, and if anybody had knowledge of the Slavic Pagan gods, they might recognize the symbol etched on it; and if they spoke Ukrainian, they might even be able to read the engraving.<br><br>The Symbol belonged to Moranna, some times called Marzanna, or a few other names depending on region; Goddess of Winter, and one half of duality that comprised the cycle of Life and Death; she was responsible for the death part.&nbsp; The engraving seemed to be more personal to him, though, since, if properly translated, it read "Blood for blood, and bread for bread, never forget me." It looked like it was the sort of thing that would open up, possibly containing some sort of memento in it... but all anybody would see right now is the chilly silver pendant, and its strange symbols. And one student might have the ill-fortune of feeling <em>modest discomfor</em>t from both the wearer and the item itself. <br><hr>Time seemed to pass too slowly, or too quickly for some, but he kept track of every second as it passed. Soon, he was up and ready for the course, just waiting for its change to 'settle', and for him to be given the signal to go. For him, the first part was great; a straight running section with high hurdles to jump over or slip under. He took a few steps, dropped towards the ground--was he fainting?--no, the human was being replaced with something much more... cat. A very large, still mostly human shaped, lynx like cat-man. And he was charging forward on all fours, tail angling this way and that, allowing him to spin on a dime. Powerful leg muscles allowed him to reach high speeds, and acute focus allowed him to alternate between pouncing up and over hurdles, or skittering underneath them, with little to no slow down. Seven.<br><br>The run led up to a simple wall climb of wooden planks, and his claws left gouges in the wood as he scaled it; creaked in protest as he leaped straight off from the top, and shifted mid-air back to human. He hit the ground with a solid impact, but rolled and tumbled in the manner of training gymnasts and Parkour practitioners--most certainly something he picked up from his father. He sprung up the moment he recovered from the tumble, and without a thought, dived into the water, sinking deep like his claws had sunk into the wood. eighteen.<br><br>The swimming portion was probably the slowest for him.&nbsp; He emerged from the pool, wiped water off his forehead and then cleared his eyes. He shook excess water off his body, pushed hair out of his way. Thirty three?<br><br><em>Why couldn't it be storming? So calm... too calm.</em> The thought rattled around in his head as he ascended a series of metal bars, then swung along them; dropped down onto a platform, sprinted, jumped up; rinse, repeat.&nbsp; Average days like these made it hard for him to get fully fired up. Another swing, and... back, and forth, let go, swing backwards, ascend higher. It was 'Z' shaped, and he was moving from the bottom to the top, and he had to purge the thoughts from his mind, and just focus. What awaited him at the top? One minute, ten seconds. Maybe he was wrong about the swim. The bars had been tough, because his hands had still been somewhat slick with water, but he was soon to get dried off...<br><br>Fire spewed out in regular intervals from several dragon-shaped statues. To add to that, he was up... maybe thirty, forty feet off the ground, no guard rails, and a beam to cross so thin that he couldn't have his feet side by side. The intervals of the fire spewing dragons could be timed accurately, but that would be a waste.&nbsp; Maybe watchers would mistake him for having some sort of immunity to flames, but no, it's just that as he focused on walking, he redirected the flames around him. <br><br>A zip-line awaited him at the end, back to ground level, and he rode it for only part of the way down, before he dropped again. Seeing the next challenge ahead of him, he again did this mid-air shapeshift back to the 'spirit form'. When he landed from dropping off the zip-line, it was on all fours. He saw targets ahead of him, and weapons arrayed out. Presumably, some people would prefer to take out the solid targets with any of the various slug-throwers or plasma-casters or whatever fancy training weapons--or were they real?--were left out. Not him, though, he just hops over the weapon-counter, bulldozing through one target with his momentum, then bobbing and weaving as he selectively ripped off legs and heads with claw swipes. Hell, he took out one target's legs with a tail swipe, and while it certainly looked intentional, it was just some sort of good luck on his part. <em>Gotta beat mom's record... ten seconds to go!</em><br><br>Like it had started, so it seemed to end. It was just a straight shot towards a finish line. He went full speed to cross the distance, shifting back and jumping off the ground and through the ribbon just as he finishes.<br><br>His mother's old score here had been two minutes even. When he finds out he was one second off, he is... meh. It's a calm day. He can't be too bothered.&nbsp; He was sure she'd have minor nitpicks, with some actual critiquing, sent his way when the whole trial was over. For now, though, he'd just go over and find the place where the rest of the people who'd beaten the time limit were; maybe he'd sprawl out in the sun and just have a lil' cat-nap while he waited for the big news.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 23:35:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/fa/img/0078/14/1392792145288.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Other group members<br><strong>Warning</strong>: N/A<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr><br>The group was selected: Ghost, Alfred, and some others. The course was contained with a force field since they had at least one flyer among them. <br><br>It looked like a maze. This did not concern X015, since they could easily phase through some of the walls. Before the trial even began, they went invisible. Some in their group probably didn't even know there was one more person in the tryout. <br><br>Being a subject under the government had its perks, like extensive preparation and training for this exact day. So, instead of leaving their team behind to finish, Ghost made sure to help the others out from behind the scenes. Taking out a few lasers here and there, pushing a couple people forward before they got knocked out by some trap, or even just shouting encouragement from the back. Ghost knew the judges were also seeing how they all might work in a group. If they could see Ghost (be it through infrared lenses) working with them as a team and making sure they do their best to help others pass, then that would not go unnoticed.<br><br>When the course was completed, they hovered over to Leshy, still in their invisible form. <br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Nice job,"</span> X015 whispered in his ear. The lad was cute and obviously talented, but Ghost thought he was a bit too tunnel visioned during his tryout. Maybe it was his nerves. <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"I bet you were nervous," </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 23:50:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/39/41/f2/3941f28838206b15e3c5e57c8cc8fb36.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Caitlin McInnis<br><strong>Alias</strong> Midnight Angel<br>Tagging: Anyone watching<br><hr><br><br>The fan base could never truly be ignored.&nbsp; She had done her best to shrug off the pressure of millions watching, to ignore the letters of hope and hatred that came to her.&nbsp; For a time she had even sworn off reading letters from her personal email server.&nbsp; Even she had to admit the battle was a futile one.&nbsp; Ever since she was a child the audience had been there.&nbsp; Watching her first adult tooth, viewing the fights with her mother from the comfort of their home and partaking in some small way in each capture of a bully or wannabe street thug.&nbsp; Of course, for a twelve-year-old the ordeal had been fun.&nbsp; Fun, of course, until Fate had come calling and place its hand firmly on her backside.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lights lit up the stage where she stood and memories flashed back into her mind.&nbsp; The lights of the passenger jet rushing onward, lights of cameras hiding the faces of screaming men and women and the darkness when he had plucked the lights from her eyes.<br><br>Dampeners went into effect to hide the glare so that she could see.&nbsp; Bile was pushed down in her throat and the figure now known as Midnight Angel lifted a single fist upward.&nbsp; A sign of persistence and strength she was told.&nbsp; The gesture was hollow but she would not let them see that part.&nbsp; Instead she then swept her fist downward, opening her hand and her body lifting off the platform.&nbsp; As if on cue her half-cap fluttered behind her.&nbsp; Black leather seemed to lighten by the strip of pure, soft blue that flowed at length behind her.&nbsp; If there was one thing she had learned working on television, it was the importance of dramatic effect.&nbsp; Caitlyn didn’t have to do anything to fly.&nbsp; Flying simply required she be awake and was easier than walking for her.&nbsp; Especially since the surgeries that nagging thought wormed from her mind.&nbsp; Eyes flashed red as she focused on the task at hand.&nbsp; Already the computer inside her mind was flickering through visual spectrums and running threat assessment algorithms.&nbsp; <br><br>Caitlyn recalled the story given to her about a child at a local hospital.&nbsp; Paralyzed from some disease she could not pronounce the little girl had gushed about finding strength in Midnight Angel.&nbsp; There was warmth there, sincerity.&nbsp; If a child could suffer so much and still talk with such enthusiasm about her heros, could find strength in some ridiculous television show then Caitlyn had no excuses not to perform.&nbsp; Resolved set on her face and she thrust her body forward as the clock began to tick away the seconds.<br><br>Odds were that the course would largely be aerial.&nbsp; Those thoughts were meet with comfort as a series of hoops and blocks seemed to float upward from the ground below.&nbsp; A smile broke over her features as she began to move through the obstacles, displaying her prowess at her favored ability of flight.&nbsp; She swept through the course easily, twisting and turning to make the movements appear difficult while her solutions were graceful.&nbsp; Dives and rotations executed with the skill many might remember from her childhood.&nbsp; The movements were effortless.&nbsp; Blonde hair and blue cloak flowing around her while she conducted the aerial ballet.&nbsp; Of course, the designers of this cruel instrument were not so kind.&nbsp; Her cloak came too close to a block, a seemingly innocent brush as she came too close to one obstacle.&nbsp; There was a flash of red before the sky lit up in a blaze.<br><br>Audio and visual dampeners kept her aware of the situation even as the explosive impact rocked her body.&nbsp; She could taste the force in her mouth if that were actually possible.&nbsp; A lapse of thought made her falter from the sky and she could almost hear the collective gasp as she fell downward.&nbsp; An arm struck another block and then another.&nbsp; A cascade of explosions came across like fireworks while she fell downward to the waters below.&nbsp; Thoughts raced through her mind of how she could be so stupid, so arrogant.&nbsp; Then those thoughts turned to her own hubris the night she was attacked.&nbsp; Panic started to rise in her chest and she turned in the air.&nbsp; Below her the water rushed upward while above the fire of the Heavens continued to stretch.&nbsp; She had to turn this around, make this something for others to speak about.&nbsp; She did not even look to the clock.&nbsp; Instead she swept downward across the water’s surface, one finger dancing over the surface so that the mirror finish rippled.&nbsp; An orange flow dominated the water as she flew between the two.&nbsp; Then she was out and she could feel the freedom from her panic.<br><br>The water broke then as a wall lifted before her.&nbsp; Calculations were performed in her mind to tell her that an impact was inevitable.&nbsp; Numbers crunched to tell her what instinct already screamed in her mind.&nbsp; There would be no graceful execution here but instead a display of her strength.&nbsp; That metallic arm rose upward, hidden behind the sheath of leather.&nbsp; Yet the perspective would see the blackened flesh of metallic sinew that flashed beneath the surface.&nbsp; That hand struck the surface, power of her body and the force of her flight landing in a singular point of impact.&nbsp; With a shudder and crash the wall gave way to another.&nbsp; A roar of defiance left her lips as she smashed through one and then another.&nbsp; Blocks of some material peppering her face and catching in her blonde strands.&nbsp; <br><br>There was pain but not so great as to what she had already endured.&nbsp; One wall fell after the other.&nbsp; Once more a comfort lapsed into her mind until she struck a wall and her fist simply passed through the surface.&nbsp; Before her mind and the computer could register, she was already sliding through the surface.&nbsp; Black gel coated her body.&nbsp; Electricity flashed through, crackled over the surface of the gel and in turn over her body.&nbsp; Then she truly did come to a crashing halt on the next platform.&nbsp; That ooze became stickier as she struggled against the tightening confines of it.&nbsp; Blue streaks darkened and became red when coming into contact with the platform’s surface.&nbsp; <br><br>Bracing her legs, she fought to stand.&nbsp; The red pulsed and grow darker.&nbsp; Knees buckled and even the reinforced frame that held her body together could not resist.&nbsp; Ooze drenched her chest and tightened on her throat.&nbsp; Like a hand to choke away her air, a gloved hand with cold fingers that sought to take away even her freedom to breathe.&nbsp; She saw his face again.&nbsp; Those laughing, condescending eyes.&nbsp; There was no lust there, no search for fulfillment or even twisted love as he had proclaimed to her.&nbsp; Caitlyn saw only that she was prey and he the predator.&nbsp; That feeling of being helpless wracked her body and she sobbed.&nbsp; One knee touched the platform as she fought for air, fought to push back the panic and fear.&nbsp; Above her the clock continued to tick while she seemed to give up.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to curl into a ball.&nbsp; Really that would have been the best thing.&nbsp; Curl into a ball, admit her own failure and return home.&nbsp; Even if they took her arm, took her new body and her mind she could still fly.&nbsp; Maybe just fly off into the clouds one night.&nbsp; Then who would that little girl have to look up to.&nbsp; Such a sudden thought interrupted her brush with despair.&nbsp; A metallic fist curled at her side, then her flesh one did the same.&nbsp; Biceps flexed with her might and then the other muscles of her body found their spirit.&nbsp; Thighs flexed and she pushed upward from the platform.&nbsp; Then her mind joined the fray as she commanded herself to rise and pull against the ooze.&nbsp; Red lightening echoed outward from her in a radiant display while she took flight.&nbsp; The gel still clung to her like a rubber band dragging at her.&nbsp; Warnings flashed in her vision as her robotic arm drifted downward.<br><br>Her handler had said not to use the blaster if she could avoid the eventuality.&nbsp; He had been arrogant too, thinking this test would not push her to that point.&nbsp; Vent opened along her arm, pressure stored and then released as she commanded a bolt of light to leave her.&nbsp; Red light flashed orange as that bolt seared through the concoction that tried to keep her earth-bound.&nbsp; Then another left her and then the arm unleashed a true fury.&nbsp; Somewhere below her she could see the cloaked figure of her tormentor laughing while she laid waste to the platform.&nbsp; Her handler had said the arm would scare her fan-base, frighten people with the lethality of her new power.&nbsp; Let them be afraid them, let him be afraid of what she had become.&nbsp; What he had made her.<br><br>Midnight Angel screamed in fury, agony and triumph as she soared upward.&nbsp; Almost she had forgotten the clock and the finish line.&nbsp; Red eyes glowed from above the obstacle course before suddenly dashing forward and across the arbitrary point of exit.&nbsp; Above her the buzzer sounded only seconds afterward.&nbsp; <br>Fuck them for what they had done to her and fuck him for making her submit to this test.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>16-03-2019, 01:37:41</strong>
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				<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div>This was bull, he had been up he had eaten, it was a refined task that his mother beat into him to do properly and enjoy the meal.&nbsp; 'Anything worth doing was worth doing right!'&nbsp; It was the mantra of both his mother and father.&nbsp; They were gone now fighting the good fight, he was going to make sure that stupidness didn’t happen to him.&nbsp; He got up and cleaned up his tray and his spot almost military like, he looked among the swells of this cafeteria, he looked at everyone almost mentally analyzing each one, his intent was to kill them and anyone else that got in his way.&nbsp; It was his nature now, he was to be the ultimate predator and nothing and no one would be superior to him.&nbsp; Period!&nbsp; He had to be the best anything less than 1st was dead.&nbsp; He wasn’t trying to die.<br><br>The announcement came through and he was dressed in BDU pants black, black shirt and boots, he put on his sunglasses that changed in the light and headed out to this obstacle course.&nbsp; He didn’t change cause life didn’t change, the enemy didn’t wait for you to change clothes, go get your practice gear, the enemy was staring you in the face and was daring you to step up to the challenge.&nbsp; He was ready.<br><br>He was out there he saw those that went first, the furball, the specter, and the hot little flyer.&nbsp; ‘Yeah, I would do her, before I tossed her out of bed!&nbsp; Ok maybe after a couple of days.&nbsp; Probably one of those salad eating wenches anyway.&nbsp; I hate those.’&nbsp; He looked over each of them moving in a different fashion the course changed every fifteen minutes.&nbsp; He watched and adjusted as he looked at where the course changed.&nbsp; He watched the second group, he smirked it was time…He had to beat the others but it was a race against…himself.&nbsp; He smirked.&nbsp; “Good I always wanted to know what it was like to beat me!”&nbsp; <br><br>Most people ran down the flue that would take them to the track of the course, he jumped and rolled instantly putting him in front of the other two he was not racing against.&nbsp; ‘They are unworthy.’&nbsp; He moved like lighting as he came to a rope bridge over what he could only imagine was acid or at least some fake substance that wouldn’t kill them.&nbsp; He went underneath using the rope bridge as monkey bars instead.&nbsp; The bridge was for those that didn’t have mastery over their body or those that were afraid!&nbsp; He hit the ground and rolled.&nbsp; ‘Always keep moving, only those fast as you or as smart as you can hit a moving target.’&nbsp; “I hear you old man.”&nbsp; He said to himself as he moved over the logs, but this had arrows going by from time to time.&nbsp; He laughed pulling two out of the air and used those to swat the rest as he got up and ran instead of crawling beneath.&nbsp; He could see that they were timed and not random. <br><br>He saw the swing blades from back here and the grinder underneath.&nbsp; He continued running and didn’t have his blades to cut down the others but he jumps kicked the blades knocking them into one another as he then ran back and used them to vault over the grinder.&nbsp; <br><br>He wasn’t sure what was in the pool so he used the rings only to see that there was something swimming around in the water.&nbsp; It would not kill them but it might hurt for sure.&nbsp; The rings were the best option even then the thing in the water was obviously pissed that none had gone into play with it so it jumped at him.&nbsp; He flipped to the next pair of rings and swung to the edge, giving it the finger as he took off again.&nbsp; The wall had shifting handholds.&nbsp; ‘Handholds are for pussies!’&nbsp; He stepped back and ran up the wall it was just high enough up for him to barely make.&nbsp; “Damnit.”&nbsp; He nearly missed, which pissed him off to no end as he flipped over the wall and hit the ground in a three-point stance.&nbsp; He hated being, feeling, even looking weak.&nbsp; Hell weakness got his parents killed. <br><br>He continued running there was a bridge with two guards or rather two on each end of the bridge, he would kick them but he didn’t know what they were made of and he didn’t want to hurt his damned foot so, he watched and timed the swings and dove through the middle the one on the right nicked his boot as he rolled he ran and just use the wood of the bridge to jump over the other two with a flip he landed on the ground and took off in the last run to the finish line.&nbsp; The other two were way back there…if they were still alive that is.&nbsp; He was not jubilant about beating them he was pissed that he couldn’t watch them.&nbsp; He only wanted to check his time to find out where he was and whom he had to kill to be the best yet again!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>16-03-2019, 05:21:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Venom-550x362.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Sam DeMarco<br><strong>Alias</strong> Umbra<br>Tagging: Any<br><hr><br>It was the weird, almost subsonic growl echoing in his head that drew Sam out of his contemplation of the course he would soon be having to run. He glanced around, but most of the other prospects weren't that close, either talking in small groups, or doing what he had been, and studying the course. Of course, given that they'd been told (with some degree of relish by the staff) that the challenges magically reset themselves into entirely new ones after each run, well, studying was perhaps of limited use. But hey, it gave you something to do.<br><br>"What has gotten into you now?" he murmured, glancing around, but unable to see anything that seemed in any way an immediate threat.<br><br><em><strong>That one. It stinks. We should kill it.</strong></em><br><br>"What? No, look, we can't just go around killing anyone you like."<br><br><em><strong>Are you sure? What if I really want to kill them?</strong></em><br><br>"No. Bad people, remember?"<br><br><em><strong>This one is a bad person. It stinks of faith, it makes my teeth crawl. We should kill and eat it. No, not eat it. It probably doesn't taste good. We can eat a bit to see, though, just to make sure. Maybe just the liver.</strong></em><br><br>Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and slowly shook his head. "Look, we do not want to kill and eat people."<br><br><em><strong>Yes, we do.</strong></em><br><br>"We are not killing anyone right now." He moved back from the course and made his way into the stands where he could see over a larger swathe of it.<br><br><em><strong>Alright. But I get to kill and eat the next bad person.</strong></em><br><br>"Look, we can worry about killing and eating people after we finish the course. We need to put on a good showing, remember?"<br><br><em><strong>Yes, yes, yes. It will be simple, trust me.</strong></em><br><br>He watched as different candidates made their way around the course, eyes narrowed in thought. Most of it didn't really look that challenging ... tricky in places, but no real sense of danger. <em>Of course, they probably adjust the run for each candidate</em> he mused. <em>They have an idea what each of us can do, so they give something that will push us, but I guess slaughtering applicants in job lots isn't exactly going to be good for business.</em><br><br>A short time later he stood at the starting mark of the course, half listening to the speech that the staff guy was giving to the next batch of applicants. He snugged the earpods into his ears, scrolling through the songs on his playlist. He drew in a deep breath, settling himself as he walked up to the starting line, letting the music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vvPhJIYtY8) flow through him.<br><br>"Alright," he murmured, "Let's dance."<br><br>Anyone watching would see him virtually engulfed by what looked like a thick, oily black liquid that settled into a roughly humanoid shape some 7 feet in height, and thickly muscled. Milky white oval eyes and an overly large mouth filled with very large and nasty looking teeth completed the transformation, and Malcarion surged down the course.&nbsp; He lept into the air as the ground gave way beneath him with a loud <em>click</em>, landing maybe 30 feet further along, and barely breaking stride.<br><br><em><strong>Pitiful. Is that supposed to be a challenge?</strong></em><br><br>Ahead of him was a net ladder, climbing some 40 feet into the air, and swaying gently in the breeze. Malcarion lashed out with a razor edge talon, tearing the rope like it was string.<br><br><em>I think they meant us to climb over that.</em><br><br><strong>"You go past obstacles your way, I'll go mine."</strong><br><br>It was kinda hard to argue with that. Getting past the obstacle was what counted, not how.<br><br>The machineguns would probably have slowed most people down. The idea seemed to be to make them crawl underneath the firing arc. Malcarion solved that one by tearing part of the wall paneling loose and simply charging through the fire, smashing the gun into uselessness when he reached it.<br><br>The corridor with the inverted gravity field was a nice trick. The field cut in halfway along, just after an easy to find pit trap that most people would leap over .... and end up freefalling down the corridor til they hit the far wall. They fell less than a quarter of the way before thick, black tentacles erupted out from his body and slammed into the wall, slowing and then stopping their fall. After that it was a simple thing to spider climb their way down the corridor and climb out at the far end.<br><br>The final challenge was a trio of combat servitors, programmed (presumably) for non lethal attacks. The first had barely time to bring its stun baton up before Malcarion smashed it into the ground at the end of a 30 foot leap. Grabbing the servitor by the throat, he smashed it into the second that had closed on them, flooring it, then spun aside and threw it into the third.<br><br>He turned and pounced on the second one that was starting to rise, snarling as it managed to get the shock baton up enough for a glancing blow. In a shower of sparks, he tore the arm from its torso, then rammed the baton through its faceplate. Another shower of sparks erupted from the hole as it keeled over backwards, smoke starting to plume into the air.<br><br>The other two didn't last very much longer than the first, and Malcarion sauntered across the finishing line, tossing and catching the severed head he carried like a ball.<br><br><strong>"So, when do we get some actual challenges?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>16-03-2019, 07:28:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Jubxmen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Akiko Mizuchi<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arc Angel<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/79/49/3b79493cd5efa065698e3ddec9195b9b.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/3D-Art-Mihail-Vasilev-Exoskeleton-Suit-992x1410.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Showtime!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Anyone watching; Midnight Angel, X015, well everyone gets mentioned these two get a bit more<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Gotta have some tunes baby!&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Being listened to while running the course</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgvLej8ln2w (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgvLej8ln2w)</div></div><br><hr><br>"How are the readings lookin?" Akiko asked as she started stretching her legs before twisting her waist and slowly cracking the bones in her body, her specially made exo-suit&nbsp; fluttered with blinking lights and if someone looked closely enough they could see a current of blue energy which was her stored electricity flowing all through out her suit. A small ear piece was in her ear while a headset earbud from an mp3 was in her opposite ear. <br><br>"Everything looks good on our end. Suit is working fine, your energy levels are in prime form. Last check up showed you are in perfect condition so I'll disconnect...you are ready to take a spin without training wheels." Cassidy replied a slight static cutting in as she adjusted the volume on her mic. <br><br>"Good I am ready to break this baby in! I owe you BIG time Cass, Promise to take care of her and bring her in for maintenance from time to time." Akiko said with giddy energy as she watched the next few people run through the course, soon it would be her turn.<br><br>"Anytime just be sure to give yours truly some credit when people ask who helped you with your super suit. How's the competition looking?"<br><br>Akiko's eyes darted to the people who finished last of which was a massive mountain of black, her turn was coming up, adrenaline pumped through Akiko's body and she began to jog in place cracking her neck side to side. <br><br>"Eh..they're alright. Couple of meatheads, a few shifters, a buffed out and tall version of that Pokemon Muk...kinda looks bad ass, a creepy whatchamacallit and a few scrubs that washed out but the people that have made it so far look formidable."<br><br>"Is SHE there?" Cassidy asked in a sing-song voice. <br><br>"I don't know who you're talking about." Akiko said a small smile playing on her lips as her eyes darted to Midnight Angel who had gone up before Akiko and finished. It had taken everything inside Akiko not to totally fan-girl and gush all over her biggest school girl crush/idol, and now here she was within shouting distance of Mid-freaking-night ANGEL!<br><br>"*Fake cough* Bullshit *Fake cough*" was what she heard in her ear piece. <br><br>Akiko laughed and moved up in the line, after this last group it was her turn finally. <br><br>"Yeah she was amazing..had a little trouble but she over came it, she's so fuckin' hot I could die. I feel like a little school girl all over again." &nbsp;Akiko whispered as now there were more people around her. <br><br>"Hey who knows maybe she's into that sorta thing who doesn't have an Asian schoolgirl fetish. Go kick some ass, get some stares and make mama proud I need you famous so I can get famous! Call me when you settle in bitch! Or I'll blow your phone up like you blew Matthew Rigby!" &nbsp;Cassidy said through laughter.<br><br>"Hey! Fuck you! That was ONE time and the guy just got dumped and I was drunk...and more than a little hor-Gottagobitchloveya!" Akiko said quickly before being ushered towards the starting line. <br><br>"Gimme my jam Optix! You know the one. Play it right when I start." Akiko commanded as the rest of the people lined up with her, however she was in the zone and blocked out all the others, there was just her, the course and her soon to be music. <br><br>Closing her eyes Akiko felt for the electricity flowing inside of her, making it move along all her nerves and her brain she opened her eyes, for a moment they flared up crackling bright blue.<br><br><em>Godspeed Impulse</em><br><br>The normal human reaction time is 0.15 seconds, while Akiko's is 0.101 seconds when she uses her powers to amplify her reaction time. It was taxing on her body and could only be use for small periods of time but two minutes, three minutes...should be doable. Her suit whirred and hiss as she crouched ready. At take off she charged forward before anyone else, she could use her powers to amplify her speed but to use that as well as her <em>Godspeed Impulse</em> was far too much for her body and she would only use that as a last resort. She was however confident enough in her natural speed and training to prefer the <em>Godspeed Impulse</em> to make her reflexes and reaction time better. At first it went well, taking off at a sprint she easily and effortlessly dodged the wall of lasers that loomed ahead. Using only the smallest of movements to dodge the lasers by a hairsbreadth while moving forward without stopping she was a graceful picture to behold. Vaulting over the wall with laser guns she kept running without stopping long swinging blades did little to deter her as she dodged and spun on her feet even as spiked lances shot up from the floor. Up ahead she could see the worst thing in the world for her right now. Water. But without stopping she ran forward at top speed, she needed as much momentum as she could possibly get. As the ground was coming to a stop with the water rushing far too fast up to her she launched herself off as hard as she could glad of the extra boost given to her by the exo-suit. Like a long distance jumper to threw herself towards the water without fear. <br><br>At the height of the jump she extended her hands out on either side of her and projected a burst of static electricity from her palms, so instead of just free-falling towards the water she was propelled forward a bit more but was descending slowly in a gliding fashion. Sure she could have flown through the course since her suit was capable of flight but this was a chance to showcase her stuff as well as keep a few tricks up her sleeve. As she neared the edge of the water she saw that she JUST made it, her foot touching down before she took off like a rocket once more. This was her chance to show her stuff, this was her chance to shine, her chance to impress Midn-<br><br><em>FUCK</em><br><br>Akiko had just enough time to dodge as a cannon shot a big ball of black at her from behind. She had been moving too fast to properly see the cannon activate. In fact she had only saw a blur of motion as she passed the activating cannon but now all along the walls to her right and left cannons were activating and started shoot large wads of black..gunk? <br><br><em>Fuck it's rubber..ish</em><br><br>If she hadn't been so far ahead she would have not have been the sole target for the cannons but due wanting to stand out she was far ahead of her group and so all the cannons targeted her launching black rubber/tar at her from all angles at frightening speeds. Without thinking and just moving on pure instinct and training Akiko dodged, weaved, ducked and bobbed while moving forward, every moment flowed into the next one dodging by a small amount each time. She was breathing hard, barely having time to suck in short sharp breaths as she moved constantly. She made it to the middle when she got hit once. The black tar/rubber stuck to her and started expanding. It felt like it was swallowing her and even as she started to move dodging the others more and more started to pile on her when it dawned on her that they were sticking to the black mass as well by the time she realized she needed to keep the blackened mass from being hit too she was weighted down far too much to keep her balance and that's when all of the cannons started firing and hitting her. The weight wasn't bad with her exo-suit but as she struggled to move the tar/rubber was sticking to the ground and more and more were piling up on her as the cannons relentlessly bombarded her. Soon she was completely covered and slowly being smothered. Right before her face was covered her suit covered her head and face. This was not good and time was still ticking away. As the weight grew and grew Akiko struggled to keep her head, closing her eyes she rerouted the energy within her suddenly super charging her exo-suit.<br><br><br><em>I WILL NOT FAIL</em><br><br>Thrusting forward with her arm, her suit powering through the black mass as a few people started landing causing the cannons to stop targeting her, she grabbed the ground gouging a large chunk of the ground and used it to haul herself free from the mass. Slowly she was pulling herself free, her muscles burning as she struggled to free herself even with the suit's help. With a roar of frustration and effort she finally yanked all of herself but her left leg. At that moment the cannons had already stopped a few people and were starting to take notice of her when she yanked herself out with a mighty yell ducking just as the first cannon shot at her. Running forward she shot her hands out at her sides creating an electromagnetic force field to protect herself from the masses. She wasn't sure what the stuff was made out of and when it did little to slow it down she barely had enough time to dodge before relying on her <em>Godspeed Impulse</em> once more. This time she was fueled by her desire to capture the glory of being a hero with her own two hands. Moving without stopping she reached the end where the cannons stopped shooting and targeted the other people still with their range. <br><br>As five drones flew at her, small guns spinning as they prepared to fire she snapped her fingers emitting a small emp that knocked the drones out of the sky. By the time they crashed to the ground she climbed the steep wall leading to a jungle of ropes. Navigating as fast as she could Akiko landed at her finish line the first in her group. If she hadn't been stuck in that gunk she might have been able to set a record as it was she didn't have the fastest time but she was up there. Her suit retracted the covering mask on her face and head as she stood hands on her hips. Her normally dark brown eyes were bright blue as electricity danced within them. She was mad at herself. She was SO close to impressing everyone! SO close to standing out! <br><br>"Damn it! I'll have to do better...be better!" Akiko muttered to herself as she moved a strand of her jet black hair from her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>16-03-2019, 12:58:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.americanjacketsstore.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Andrew-Lee-Potts-Alice-in-Wonderland-Jacket.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br>Tagging: Sam (mentioned), Titan (mentioned), Ghost in particular.<br><hr><br>He felt the presence out on the course a few times, but, much as the wraith-like thing had concluded... Birche had been hyper-focused on the time, on his own execution. He sprawled out on the ground, much in the way a cat might, forming a sort of curled in letter 'C', even though he was now back in his human form. He was holding onto his medallion and looking at it when Ghost spoke to him. "You're not wrong. Two supers for parents. If I flunked out, I'm pretty sure my existence would be disavowed."<br><br>He cants his head to the side; again, feline-like. Was he merely eccentric, or did his 'spirit form' have more of an affect on him than anybody really realized? Who could say... "Invisibility is your specialty, I take it? Or... are you even here?" He talked at the air, eyes focused some place on Ghost's torso--or eyes, if they'd manifested physically yet. His eyes shifted back towards the course, watching Sam, but not having seen the actual shift, since he'd been distracted. But that... thing that looked like a foul mockery of a human was fascinating.&nbsp; It wasn't like an animal. He might have to go and study who that fellow was. <br><br>But even as he watched and observed, he did something else. He took the medallion out, and made sure it was dry. It was pretty sophisticated tech for some sort of keepsake--the inner components were practically hermetically sealed, keeping out smoke, water, and other such things. He traces the lines of the symbol of Marzanna (https://www.wulflund.com/img/goods/en/medium/morana_morena_slavic_godess_of_death_b.jpg) idly. "You're probably judging me for not being a team player. I can get it if you are. I have my reasons, though." &nbsp;He clicked open the medallion with a trick switch, and it began to play music, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mvLg6MQ39I) and showing two things inside; one more interesting than the other. The most obvious thing is the dim, green lighting of an LED clock synced to satellite time for their time zone, accurate to the second.&nbsp; It looked older, and a close inspection would reveal this was a device that had been modified throughout the years, old bits--like the LED clock--seeming like they would fade in the next few years, while other things, like it's special casing, seemed only month's old.<br><br>But the other truly interesting thing in it? A picture, a memento, sealed away behind something a bit stronger than bullet-proofed glass. It was a smiling girl, a teenager. Pale as snow, but not an albino--she had eyes that were blue, like the seas. She wore a choker with an Albatross on it. Her hair was black, with a few red zig-zag streaks in it. "You know, when the chips are down, when all the cards are laid out on the table... it's nice to have a partner, to have someone you can trust. But when push comes to shove, and your friend isn't there... what happens?" <br><br>He sighed, and closed the medallion, causing the repeating music to cease. "A person's got to be able to handle things on their own. A partner can't always be there, can't always back you up." Maybe he and Titan had some similarities there.&nbsp; Now, one might assume from the memento, that this might have something to do with the typical tragic backstory that seemed to plague Supers. What he says next is either a firm denial, or a case of misdirection--intentional or not. "It's one of the many things my parents could agree on, at any rate. Glad I didn't bring comms with me for the run." Might very well be misdirection, with the way he had fiddled around with the medallion, and the implications that it could have as he had spoken. Maybe it was just coincidence, though. Or meant to inspire mystique or intrigue, because who the hell was the girl in the photo, and what was her current status? Among the living, or among the dead? <br><br>He chuckled a bit. His manner seems very laid back, and casual. Calm. Like this weather. His stomach slightly protested... he had carb-loaded this morning, because he knew how the shifting worked for him, the calories he needed. But even a few minutes left him wanting a snack. Maybe some nice, juicy meat to just rip into... "What about you, spirit? Got anything you want to spill out, or just want to watch the others?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>16-03-2019, 13:38:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cf0b0750-c664-47ba-a1ff-04f381285e20/d9ljl91-e3b4833a-d990-43f4-bdad-a3742031d52c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NmMGIwNzUwLWM2NjQtNDdiYS1hMWZmLTA0ZjM4MTI4NWUyMFwvZDlsamw5MS1lM2I0ODMzYS1kOTkwLTQzZjQtYmRhZC1hMzc0MjAzMWQ1MmMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Hbcoxj8zvQ3yOLDYSu76_RJyU6XsXItHEFtFT_JEJjs)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy<br><strong>Warning</strong>: N/A<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr><br>X015 let him speak and floated down beside him on the ground. They laid down sideways and propped their head in the palm of their hand and rested their elbow to the floor, looking at him. <br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Invisibility would not have been enough for me to pass this test. Thankfully, I bring more to the table,"</span> Ghost answered as they became visible again. They saw him look about the course but didn't lift their gaze from him. He took out his Medallion. <br><br>That song...it reminded Ghost of a something. Of someone. <br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"No, it's not my place to judge you. That's not why I'm here,"</span> They said, ominously. Ghost's voice was a dead givaway to the lack of purity in their physiology. It's deep and resonating pitch was not human. <br><br>They listened some more. A stillness washed over Ghost as they took in the details of this new stranger. The way his face contorted and relaxed while emoting his thoughts. The way his thoughts spun around in circles, carefully avoiding something he probably didn't want to share with Ghost. Was he, venting? Maybe he was toying with X015, and testing them. Ghost was used to people testing them. <br><br>Which is why it was sometimes a good decision to step away from strong opinions and eager thoughts to instead: clear the air.<br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>"...My name is Ghost, what's yours?"</span> They greeted. They thought to ask about the medallion, his powers, his thoughts on the other recruits, or what side he was on. They then thought better of all that and about giving him too much of their own mind; it wouldn't be very good for their conversation to find out they were going to be enemies even before knowing who each other were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>16-03-2019, 14:53:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig14.deviantart.net/b6c5/f/2015/148/5/a/da_by_eryckwebbgraphics-d8uza23.png)</div><strong>Name</strong> Genevieve Forstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.0)<br><strong>Alias</strong> Ultra<br><strong>Location</strong> Campus- The course<br><strong>Tagging</strong> open<br><hr><br>Walking through the campus potential students and teachers would be slightly surprised to see a young woman dressed in some sort of glowing black Lycra, her eyes covered by a mask that glowed with blue light. It wasn't the super suit that drew the attention, they were fairly common it was the fact that the female appears to be being led by a robot dog &nbsp;(https://p.globalsources.com/IMAGES/PDT/BIG/451/B1163080451.jpg). The tech the robot showed far suppassed that of what was currently available on the market. It made onlookers wonder just who the masked super was, and what she was up to.<br><br>Suddenly a flush official came running towards the woman who stopped and turned glowing eyes on the man "Miss Forstrom? My name is Kyle. I'll be your guide on campus. Their ready for you to take the course, your being given a five second head start on the others." The man informed her. Blue lenses flashed as a hand went on hip "What?!, No no no! I only informed the school of my "condition" as curtsey. I don't need a head start. I'll beat everyone.... you'll see" Eve attempted to storm of only for the man to stammer "Err.. miss...miss..the course...it's this way!" He pointed and then belatedly realized she could see where he pointed.<br><br>"Please, let me take you" Lyle asked, Eve huffed she should have never if said anything! How was she going to prove she was the best Villain of all time if they were going to give the brunette advantage over the others from the get go! She reached out a hand and felt the warm clammy hand of the official take it eagerly. Lyle led her towards the course. Once they reached the steps he paused "I'm sorry, your dog can't help you" Eve's head turned towards where she knew the mechanical aid stood. Eve had built this dog herself and was waiting for the pattern to be recognized by the government. The dog who she had unoriginal named Robo had a few tricks up its sleeve.<br><br>"Robo, incite plan crash." &nbsp;the dog turned away and barked, to anyone observing it would look completely normal. For Eve however it was a gate way, the single sound echoing over the course and allowing Eve to "see" just what she was up against. It wasn't a detailed picture or anything mostly shapes but she knew the minute she left the platform there would be a sudden drop off. Comming the stairs with the help of Lyle she waited, Eve's group was o e of the last to go through the the course and the female didn't mind that at all. Saving the best for last after all.<br><br>The beep beep beep of the countdown began the roar of the onlookers before the loud buzz that indicate go time! The buzz was loud to Eve's sensitive ears and she felt a momentary dizziness, she shook it of. Her father had helped her train for this, no one could be more prepared then she! Eve ran forward, her toes hit the end of the vertical drop and she jumped, performed a perfect somersault and then fell like a diver towards the ground.<br><br>The crowd let out a gasp ant the free falling super but Eve grinned, she let out a high pitched shreak, and at the last possible second beaded herself for impact then rolled the momentum away. Springing up she ran forwards, all the while she was humming to herself pitching the sound of the obstacles ahead a sudden whoosh in her face made her pause and she listened, several other delayed swooshes followed and then the woman ducked and dodged under swinging blades with deadly accuracy.<br><br>Once past that, she kept running at a good pace another,&nbsp; Eve forgot for a moment to him and fell with forwards. She fell into warm water and quickly pushed herself forward, striking out and house head broke surface and she could hear the distant slap of water on the wall of the pool. Eve wasn't the greatest in the water the sound of water splashing all around sent her sonar haywire. Somehow she managed and finally reached the wall and pulling herself up out of the water.<br><br>A climbing wall with little to no handholds and a maze of pitch black tunnels followed and then finally she made it! Eve felt the silk of the finish line hit her body and she stood at the finish hands on hips, her head moved automatically to look for Robo. The dog barked it's approach and then the robot announced her time to her <strong>3 minuets and 15 seconds!</strong> Eve had done it!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>17-03-2019, 13:27:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.americanjacketsstore.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Andrew-Lee-Potts-Alice-in-Wonderland-Jacket.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ultra (mentioned),&nbsp; Ghost, open.<br><hr>His eyes seemed to dart back and forth between the spectre-like... thing? He wasn't quite sure what it was, besides interesting--and the course where Genevieve was running. He was half paying attention to her performance, since it was good to have some notes in his head about how people did things... plus, the dog bark drew his attention. Maybe it's a bit too cliched, but he didn't like dogs, and they tended to not like him. <br><br>He never changes from his sprawled out, curled up, cat-like position on the ground, though. Only his eyes move; and if he were in his other form, his ears would probably be twitching. "Does it have to be your place for you to do it?" Speaking on the matter of judgment; however, Ghost might not have the full context to understand that this was more an exercise in philosophical thinking, and is meant to be applied to much more than the singular topic that had resulted in the question. <br><br>As for whether or not he was testing Ghost... yes, in his own way, that is precisely what Leshy was doing. He didn't seem particularly put off by Ghost's presence, though, which means he's either really good at masking his feelings; or that he was perhaps, in some way, more connected to the world, and its nearly infinite possibilities. "He of the Forest, Leshy." He smiled in a way that could best be described as akin to The Cheshire Cat. There was a particular intensity to his gaze as he looked to see if this aptly named 'Ghost' recognized the word, or the title, that he had chosen for his super-name. <br><br>He would not be surprised if not too many people were familiar with Slavic folklore. And the youth, himself, seemed more American Mutt than Slav. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>17-03-2019, 14:36:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp; <br>He gazed at Midnight.&nbsp; 'Strap her to a ship and drop her in the bottom of the ocean.&nbsp; She is a flier so she does't pay too much attention to the ground attackers or two her back. Easily get out flanked.'<br><br>He looked at the large creature. (Umbra) 'Demon...parasite maybe?&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; He didn't eat everything or everyone in its path.&nbsp; Host is a pacifist, or doesn't like to kill.&nbsp; Controlling...kill host capture creature.&nbsp; Themite grenade or cryo bomb shatter.<br><br>Tech-works (Arc Angel) nice on the eyes wonder if she the typical anime chick.&nbsp; Bend her over a table or chair a few times, strip her of her suit.&nbsp; Introduce system wide virus cause the suit to spit her out, harvest the suit for parts.&nbsp; Not bad looking for an asian chick, at least she is not flat chested.'&nbsp; He turned toward Leshy.<br><br>'Flea bag - Were?&nbsp; Maybe? Not quite.&nbsp; Couple of silver bullets between the eyes just for good measure.&nbsp; One in his damn mouth cause he won't shut da hell up!'&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; Are you talking to me or is that just some random psycho babble spilling out of your pie hole?"&nbsp; Titan spoke seemingly having not reached his quota for eating ground gravel today.&nbsp; His voice was rather deep almost sinister.<br><br>The spook he found himself liking taking things in giving just enough to keep them guessing.&nbsp; 'Eyes, heart and dome&nbsp; Worth wasting some silver on just in case.'<br><br>'So the queen (Ultra) has arrived.&nbsp; Yeah I am so gonna kill this wench.&nbsp; Beat my score by a second.&nbsp; I will sleep with her for a month before I add her bubbleheaded ass to my brain collection and her lil dog too.&nbsp; Vocal harmonic...punch her in the throat and cut her damned head off.'&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>17-03-2019, 18:03:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cf0b0750-c664-47ba-a1ff-04f381285e20/d9ljl91-e3b4833a-d990-43f4-bdad-a3742031d52c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NmMGIwNzUwLWM2NjQtNDdiYS1hMWZmLTA0ZjM4MTI4NWUyMFwvZDlsamw5MS1lM2I0ODMzYS1kOTkwLTQzZjQtYmRhZC1hMzc0MjAzMWQ1MmMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Hbcoxj8zvQ3yOLDYSu76_RJyU6XsXItHEFtFT_JEJjs)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Titan, Umbra, Open<br><strong>Warning</strong>: Sexual Arousal<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr><br>As Leshy was distracted by dogs that X015 couldn't see, X015 was noticing someone staring. Titan, was looking at them peculiarly. It would unsettled most people. Ghost would have been lying if they said it didn't set off any flags. Ghost was realizing that walking into this school was like walking into a den of lions. Ghost gave Titan a wink, to toy with him. Make him know they noticed him. Possibly to make him feel he was being studied, just as he was studying others. Then, Ghost caught a quick glance of Umbra before giving Leshy their full attention again. They had an urge to talk to the strange monster, if time and space allowed it. Something about the way Umbra held himself made them feel...at home.<br><br>The sound of Leshy's voice brought them back to their conversation. Ghost took in his comment. They wondered if Leshy was giving it to them as a way of letting them know what he expects his conversation partners to engage with when they choose to speak with him, or perhaps this is just how he is.<br><br>Ghost saw his cheeky grin, and the intensity behind his fixed look sent a chill down their spine. They were slightly aroused by the lad. Maybe, he could sense this with his sensitive nose (and other senses). Perhaps he'd smell X015's subtle hint of interest. It was also possible he'd smell this was the passion of a female body, although it was not easily discernable if taking Ghost at face value, especially with the baggy and loose clothing they wore.<br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"You're a long way from the woods,"</span> Ghost chimed. They didn't know the history behind the name, nor how he was hoping they would know what the name meant. However, they weren't neccessarily giving any hints at their particular lack of information away in their response.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-03-2019, 03:52:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/1276306615-ChaceCrawford-an-tu-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Sam DeMarco<br><strong>Alias</strong> Umbra<br>Tagging: Akiko, Any<br><hr><br>After his own run, Sam settled down to watch some of the other competitors running the course, and see what new and inventive things the faculty could come up with to test them. <br><br>"Someone definitely has a thing for sneaky pit traps," he murmured, watching one unfortunate run afoul of the second trap he'd seen. A slightly easy to find pit trap in the floor, jump over it and you hit an inverted gravity field that whipped you up into the ceiling and into presumably something even nastier hidden in the roof.<br><br><em><strong>Yes, but we know to watch out for those now. The easy to find ones are meant to conceal something trickier.</strong></em><br><br>"Yeah. Of course, sometimes they won't."<br><br><em><strong>They won't?</strong></em><br><br>"Nope. You get predictable, you lose. So whoever our trapmeister is, they'll get sneakier with their secondaries, and sometimes leave no secondary so you overthink things, or get cocky and run into a triple-layered trap instead."<br><br><em><strong>Hmmm. Sneaky. I like it.</strong></em><br><br>As he watched, another applicant slowly fell from one of the climbing frames and laned with a thud on the padding below.<br><br>"What happened to them?"<br><br><em><strong>Contact poison on the ropes. I smelt it on the one I went through.</strong></em><br><br>Sam arched an eyebrow in surprise at that one. "That's a lot faster acting than anything I've heard of before."<br><br><em><strong>We are being watched. </strong></em><br><br>"Well, yeah, that's not really surprising. I haven't seen anyone else quite like us around, so people are going to be curious."<br><br><em><strong>I dislike it. Will they stop watching if I dismember a few?</strong></em><br><br>Sam closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. "I suspect they'd stop watching and we'd be fighting off half the faculty thirty seconds later. We can't just go around maiming everyone that is annoying. We're here to make a good impression. Wholesale slaughter is a bad impression. Come on, let's go mingle."<br><br><em><strong>Go that way.</strong></em><br><br>Sam felt his head turn towards the left, where some of the competitors were chatting after their runs, or winding down from them. "Why that way?"<br><br><em><strong>Because the faith stink thing is the other way, and if it is over there, I want to be somewhere else. Or else I might have to kill and eat it. Or maybe just kill it. A bit.</strong></em><br><br>"Right, no problem, this a way it is," Sam replied, heading in the direction Malcarion had wanted. He came up beside a woman in a tech suit and raised a hand in greeting as he got to casual conversational distance. "Hey, how's it going? You get a good run?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-03-2019, 22:22:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.americanjacketsstore.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Andrew-Lee-Potts-Alice-in-Wonderland-Jacket.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ghost, Titan (mentioned), open.<br><hr>He seemed to almost pick up on Ghost's discomfort--or had a mutual feeling--because the two turn almost simultaneously. Whereas the wraith-thing winked, the 'furball' just had this wide grin on his face, like he knew something of great value. It could be a bluff... or it could be something. His eyes are noticeably widened, and still contain a bit of that predatory animal nature to them that was more clearly expressed in his lynx form. Combine that with a Cheshire Grin... it could be unsettling for some. Especially the mundanes. Titan, however, was probably unlikely to balk at it.<br><br>And just as quickly, his attention was back on Ghost, like their had been zero interruption. Sadly, while his senses in human form are above average across the board, there wasn't anything superpowered about it; also, a fun fact, Lynx have great vision and hearing, but a rather poor sense of smell. The more you know! <br><br>"And so I am. But you, too, seem far from home." This place did have a certain artificiality to it that bugged him. He could only ever truly be comfortable when surrounded by pristine wilderness.&nbsp; Though having some semblance of the natural world helped a lot... which is why, if he gets in, he's going to have tons of little window gardens for plants. Possibly, he'll sneak in Belladonna Atropis, because it is a pretty flower. Also, highly toxic.&nbsp; hey, heroes are the 'good' guys... nobody ever said anything about them being <em>nice.</em> And furthermore, honor was something that he gave to his peers and his lessers--never enemies, potential or real.<br><br>"You're the kind of person that keeps their cards close to their chest, aren't you?" He observed from Ghost not being overly talkative. Then again, maybe they were shy. Leshy couldn't be sure yet. "But that's okay. I <strong>like</strong> puzzles. I get the impression we'll be seeing a lot of each other." Even if the phantom-ish being could just seemingly fade out of reality, this comment is... interesting. On the surface, there's an implication that Leshy might be able to find their presence; perhaps even easily, given his still contrasting calm, mellow, relaxed posture, and the wide-eyed, ear-to-ear grin.<br><br>He couldn't really, though. Honesty, however? That was just something that could be too much of an inconvenience in getting results. While Leshy ultimately did the right things for the right reasons, was heroic like his father, he still had a ruthless cunning that he owed to his mother, and which put him firmly in the gray area of 'good and evil'. <br><br>And another fun fact, if one cared to look at those shiny white teeth... his canines are <strong>large.</strong> Over-developed. They weren't quite 'fangs', like a vampire might have, but they are dangerous looking. So are his incisors, for that matter. Even as a human, it seemed, he was a carnivore; a stalker and consumer of prey. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>18-03-2019, 22:26:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Jubxmen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Akiko Mizuchi<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arc Angel<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/79/49/3b79493cd5efa065698e3ddec9195b9b.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/3D-Art-Mihail-Vasilev-Exoskeleton-Suit-992x1410.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Showtime!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Umbra<br><hr><br><em>"Hey, how's it going? You get a good run?"</em><br><br>Akiko was busy looking at the other contenders and thus didn't see the man approaching her until he spoke. Turning towards him her big brown eyes tried to place him. It took a few moments before she remembered this was the man who turned into Muk on steroids, it had been entertaining to watch him breeze through the course. She was still irritated that she hadn't set a record but put on a friendly face for a potential partner/colleague. It was always good to meet new people and gain potential allies. <br><br>"Eh I should have done better but that's on me right? Still I was first in my group. Saw you breeze through the course, nice run! Name's Arc Angel nice to meet you!" Akiko said flashing a bright smile she offered her hand in it's finger-less reinforced gloves giving him a nice firm shake before letting go. Her eyes traced his body and she wondered what it was exactly was that thing that turned him into the black humanoid creature she saw from before. Was it inside him? Was it on him? Perhaps it was magical or maybe genetic? <br><br>So many different possibilities that he might or might not even know himself. Akiko wasn't sure exactly herself were her powers came from. Most people assumed it was the suit and not her that was special but that was ok because that is how she wanted it. The suit just helped her regulate and maintain a certain amount of energy, it also provided her with some increased defensive and offensive capabilities as well as helping her boost her powers with less energy from her. If she took the suit off nothing would really change if she kept herself in check. The suit made it so that she wouldn't need to be as careful as she should be. But a lifetime of having her powers taught her what her limits were early on. <br><br>Glancing at the people running still she looked back at him, <br><br>"So what's your name? See anyone here that looks formidable? I think so far everyone who's passed looks like they should be here...passing that course takes skill not luck so..."&nbsp; Akiko asked wondering what someone else thought of all the others that passed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>19-03-2019, 00:29:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cf0b0750-c664-47ba-a1ff-04f381285e20/d9ljl91-e3b4833a-d990-43f4-bdad-a3742031d52c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NmMGIwNzUwLWM2NjQtNDdiYS1hMWZmLTA0ZjM4MTI4NWUyMFwvZDlsamw5MS1lM2I0ODMzYS1kOTkwLTQzZjQtYmRhZC1hMzc0MjAzMWQ1MmMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Hbcoxj8zvQ3yOLDYSu76_RJyU6XsXItHEFtFT_JEJjs)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: ?Flirting?<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr><br>X015 had to tread lightly. They of course couldn't divulge where they were born, but it was true it wasn't near the school (hinted at by their accent). <br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>"Yes, and I miss the water there," </span>They confided. Ghost used to live near the ocean at a government research base. They were raised to be valuable assets to the government and most of their siblings who were born there are attending either university or medical school to join the research team and further the success of the research there. They raised perfect mutant prodigies. However, Ghost didn't want to do that. They were always the more adventurous one with dreams of getting away from home. There was a wondrous look in their eyes when they spoke briefly of their home. <br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Maybe I just don't have that many cards to play,"</span> They countered. Shy was probably not the root of X015's personality. In fact, maybe Ghost just wanted a friend. Although, they may not have come across as the most open and warm person to the lad. <br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Hmm, more than likely I'll be seeing you more than you'll be seeing me,"</span> They chuckled, <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"But...if you want the chance to spend more time with me why don't you come with me to the celebration party that's happening soon?"</span> <br><br>Now would a shy person do that? Perhaps not, but there was definitely more going on behind the scenes with Ghost than they let on. That was to be a running theme with them, and probably with the school in general as time went on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-03-2019, 02:11:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/1276306615-ChaceCrawford-an-tu-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Sam DeMarco<br><strong>Alias</strong> Umbra<br>Tagging: Akiko, Any<br><hr><br>Sam nodded as the woman introduced herself, though by her alias rather than her actual name. When she extended a hand he took it, giving her a friendly shake as he noticed her gaze moving over his body. <em>Ok, now is that professional curiosity, or personal interest, I wonder?</em><br><br>"I go by Umbra," he replied, when she was done speaking. "I was kinda wondering what the policy is on names though ... are we supposed to stick to the public identities, or actually use our own? I guess it's something to ask one of the staff about later on, huh?"<br><br>He glanced over at the course, which was busy reconfiguring itself for the next run. "I haven't been paying a huge amount of attention to others yet. Mostly I was studying the course, to get a feel for how it might change, what kind of stuff they might set up for us. Truth be told, I was expecting something a bit nastier. Getting through it, well, it's not all skill. Don't discount luck as well. Or circumstances, if you prefer. Get a bit of bad luck, run into something that just happens to be tailor made to what you're bad at, and it's going to be way harder to get through and make a good showing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>19-03-2019, 03:42:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone, (Mentioned:&nbsp; Umbra, Akiko, Ghost, Leshy)<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br><br>Blake found himself liking the one called Ghost, it was impressive that whoever they was....He sniffed and raised and eyebrow, a light smirk spread briefly over his face.&nbsp; That person seemed to like the wolf guy.&nbsp; He moved the watched as the host of what he could only assume was a parasite or demon seemed to be sniffing around the iron maiden and he smirked as it seems they were in the process of pairing off.&nbsp; He hadn't gotten the chance to slit Ultra's throat for beating his score but the night was still young.&nbsp; He didn't miss much as he looked at them and heard there interaction.&nbsp; He was aware of the fact that the course was over and now he was being forced to attend some damned getting to know you party.&nbsp; 'Really?&nbsp; At some point I am probably going to kill everyone here and now we are doing a get to know you as if we are going to be just kickin' it together for a while.'&nbsp; He thought and sighed.&nbsp; 'Whatever.&nbsp; It is only two years at best.'&nbsp; <br><br>&lt;&lt;Learn play the game, you can't beat the players till you know the players.&gt;&gt;&nbsp; He could still hear his father's lessons in his head.&nbsp; 'fine, fine.'&nbsp; &nbsp;It took him a few minutes but he finally had an idea on killing the demon/parasite thingy.&nbsp; He was now ready to go.&nbsp; He moved to leave and head out for the party.&nbsp; He only stopped if someone spoke to him, he wouldn't be a total ass...tonight at least!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-03-2019, 16:00:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.americanjacketsstore.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Andrew-Lee-Potts-Alice-in-Wonderland-Jacket.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ghost,&nbsp; open.<br><hr>He shifts around from his cat-like 'C' shape to stretch out. The manner in which he does so, if one wasn't expecting it yet, still maintained a sort of feline-quality to it.&nbsp; It shined through in so many ways.&nbsp; Hell, if you pet him as a human, you might even hear a purr. <br><br>"Water's nice. Sea or lake? They both have a very different feel to them." Which might sound odd. He wasn't being poetic or philosophical here, though. Lakes didn't seem to quite have the 'kick' as the sea did. Then again, a lake in the forest was the nicest place in the world. <br><br>"A lack of cards is terrible. Can't play a game without a full deck." He was cheeky as he said this, now standing up to his full five foot ten self, putting him a few notches above average; just like everything about his human form. His shifted form also maintained the same height and weight. The Grin receded more into a serene smile; something much more human-like. "Hmm, kinky." His response to how Leshy was the one who would get watched.&nbsp; Was he... okay with someone just spying on him? Or was this another way for him to try and assess Ghost? <br><br>The invitation to the after-party didn't surprise him, but he definitely removed the idea of Ghost being shy off the list.&nbsp; He does, however, look uncomfortable. "Dunno if I'll go or not. I might skip it, and work on getting my den set up, or finding some place...nice." He said 'den' as if it was natural, perhaps showing just how deeply ingrained the cat-nature was in him. But, he almost certainly meant his dorm room by that.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>19-03-2019, 19:35:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cf0b0750-c664-47ba-a1ff-04f381285e20/d9ljl91-e3b4833a-d990-43f4-bdad-a3742031d52c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NmMGIwNzUwLWM2NjQtNDdiYS1hMWZmLTA0ZjM4MTI4NWUyMFwvZDlsamw5MS1lM2I0ODMzYS1kOTkwLTQzZjQtYmRhZC1hMzc0MjAzMWQ1MmMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Hbcoxj8zvQ3yOLDYSu76_RJyU6XsXItHEFtFT_JEJjs)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: N/A<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr><br><br>Ghost smirked, thinking how odd but endearing his behavior was. They both shared a certain animalistic affinity or likeness. For Ghost, this manifested in more subtle ways. In fact, they were starting to feel rather dry and overwhelmed being on land for such a long period of time. They needed to find water soon.<br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>"I prefer the ocean"</span> They answered. Come to think of it, Ghost had a mind to visit the coast that night. It would be the perfect place to adjust their body moisture. Also, the sea felt like home to them. Their flight abilities worked underwater and helped them explore the sea with ease. Beyond that, it just had a nice and calming effect on them. <br><br>Ghost was mostly joking, but it seemed practical to assume an invisibility capable student probably would fall under the radar more often than not. <br><br>Ghost thought it was slightly disappointing to hear him decline, but they could understand if it wasn't really his kind of scene. Now that their body was starting to crave water, it made them think they may have to skip the party themselves which would suck. There were some interesting people they wanted to meet. Although, loud noises and bright lights didn't sound appealing to them. <br><br>They too got up. Being 5 feet and eight inches put them at around the same height as him. <br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>"Yes...that sounds like a reasonable thing to do. I may need to leave for a bit, anyhow. I don't know where my dorm is yet and I have something...intimate that needs to be taken care of,"</span> They thought aloud. They wondered if they should tell him about it. It probably wouldn't surprise him considering their already alien looking body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>19-03-2019, 20:43:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Any<br><strong>Warning</strong>: N/A<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr>Nightshade loved the attention, posing and waving to the crowd as she waited for her group to start. Her skin-hugging black super-suit felt hot in the sun, but she wasn't about to request a delay. Nights could be hot too.<br><br>Then it was 'Go!' and she was running. Fast, if not super-fast, her suit-assisted legs eating up the ground to the first obstacle. She hurdled the barriers with ease, showing off with a quick somersault over the last. Confronted with a wall, she couldn't resist further showing off by literally running up it. It was a bit of a strain, barely using her arms, but then she was up onto the platform.<br><br>From the platform to the next was a choice, overhead rings or a tightrope. Nightshade hesitated for a moment, not trying to decide which was easier but which would look more impressive. Then she ran along the tightrope as easily as if it was a road. From the other platform, she jumped to the ground, absorbing the impact in a classic three-point superhero landing. The suits enhancements helped her absorb the impact, saving her knees.<br><br>She was sweating now. A pool of water came next, with stepping stones like plastic toadstools on springs. They swung and lurched as she dashed across it, and she longed to 'accidentally' fall off for a cooling dip, but pride wouldn't let her. Maintaining a perfect rhythm, she made it across dry.<br><br><em>Anyway, how do I know that's really water?</em><br><br>The toadstools were followed by the gauntlet of guns. Half-a-dozen animatronic Al Capones popped up and began playing their Chicago pianos.<br><br><em>Someone likes the classics!</em><br><br>Nightshade flipped and dodged through the bullets, avoiding almost all of them. <em>Almost.</em> One clipped her rear when she mistimed her dodge. Her suit stopped it penetrating, but it still provoked an instinctive yell of pain.<br><br><em>OW! No sitting for me tonight!</em><br><br>Scowling now, Nightshade ran on, barely slowed by the bruise that was rapidly forming beneath her suit. She treated a barrier of swirling blades with contempt, actually using it as footholds for another impressive jump. The long, dark, twisty tube was almost an anticlimax; probably intended to trigger either nyctophobia, claustrophobia, or both, but she suffered from neither. Then it was up a final wall - <em>Didn't they already test this?</em> and hitting a button on the final platform.<br><br>Red-faced and perspiring freely, Nightshade checked her time.<br><br><em>That'll do nicely.</em><br><br>She waved to the crowd again, drinking in the applause.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>19-03-2019, 21:56:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XVw4zy0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aislyn Nox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764201#msg14764201)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dark Wings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open - Anyone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Music (https://youtu.be/lX44CAz-JhU)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Course<br><hr><br>The young woman stood at the course, her eyes focused ahead of her. She knew that her family was going to watch this by whatever means possible, hell there was probably people watching this thinking 'Yes another Lady of the Lake' - but they were about to get sorely disappointed. Her mother would just have to pass that legacy on to another, because Aislyn was not that sort of young woman. Maybe someday she'd take up the mantle of being a Hero that builds support for others, crafts weapons and magical means, but for now - now Aislyn was the <em>Warrior</em>. She reached down to tap her fingers on her hip as she looked over the course. Her mind running with calculations. Her brows furrowed as the red-head cocked her hip to the side and then pressed her fingertips over the raven marking on her chest. Her tank top covered it, the cropped top showing of a well toned frame. <br><br>She tapped her fingers there for a few moments before nodding. "Alright, Night, time to wake up!" She said as she pressed her palm over the marking and the magic lifted from her flesh. The creature bursting to life and bursting from the magical whisps that came up out of her shirt. Suddenly the bird was present, and the Raven was alighting on her arm. "Alright, time to put on a show, right?" She said as she lifted her hand towards the sky, the orb of dark energy forming in her palm. That was the first sign she was not like her mother, she was not life and light. She was War, she was darkness. Then again, let those old school heroes get their knickers into twists if that's what they would do.&nbsp; The dark energy swirled down her arm and then suddenly there was a different woman standing there. Slightly taller, and covered in scaled armor, a winged blade at her hip. Dark hair caught the winds as she anchored her feet and then burst off across the field. <br><br>Making danced from her fingertips as she pushed the energy outwards and lashed around to use the ambient energies of where she was to propel herself through the course. If she ran into anyone else? Well, it wasn't like she was here to instantly make friends - what was the point? High School had proven to her that people only like you for appearances... and well to most she might very well appear to look like a villain. She honestly didn't give two shakes of a rats ass about that, judgemental creatures like some of the elders. War and Death were just as important to Light and Life. Night burst ahead of her and started to scan the area, sending reports back as the woman put her all into showing those watching exactly why she belonged here.<br><br>Around her, the magic flowed through her, and the little earbuds in her ear channeled the music that was fueling her. She focused on nothing but the music and her magic as she grinned from ear to ear. Those fully black eyes focused on her task. The magic of her wings bursting free from the cloak of her garments, feathered fabric fast shifting to feathered wings as she propelled herself faster. Oh, she was going to eat like her brothers after this, but now, now was time to put on a show.<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/c84hGmO.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>19-03-2019, 22:07:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Jubxmen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Akiko Mizuchi<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arc Angel<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/79/49/3b79493cd5efa065698e3ddec9195b9b.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/3D-Art-Mihail-Vasilev-Exoskeleton-Suit-992x1410.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Showtime!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Umbra<br><hr><br>Akiko nodded her head in understanding as the man now known to her as Umbra voiced his uncertainties with the naming policy. Not sure what would be best either Akiko just decided to give voice to her own personal policy. <br><br>"I understand your confusion. I myself wasn't sure if I should go by my real name or just my hero name but decided on using my hero name since that is going to be given freely to the public and might as well start giving it to my teammates. I would suggest keeping your real name to yourself until you are absolutely sure that you can trust someone with your real name. Names have power in them and can be used against you so I would rather be cautious than freely give out information that I would rather have someone work at to get it. Then again, even if they get my name if they try to go by my face I'm sure that old stereotype about "all of us looking the same" will help me since for some reason that seems to be an actual challenge for some people as insulting as it is.&nbsp; But it's nice to meet a friendly face here so I look forward to us working together." &nbsp;<br><br>Look at the course she moved her head side to side tossing Umbra's bit about luck on the course. <br><br>"I guess so but then again we should all able to adapt and improvise to the ever changing situation so while it might be true you could have shitty luck and be forced to deal with something you are weak at..well you should have more than one contingency plan or at the very least an idea on how to get through something like that. Gotta be prepared because we all know after a few times of seeing us in action the baddies are gonna have a plan on how to deal with us. It's best to be ready to deal with our shortcomings now than have to do it on the fly in the middle of battle." &nbsp;<br><br>A few more people finished causing Akiko to look at the carefully trying to size them up.&nbsp; Looking back at Umbra she asked, "So that black stuff..does that come out of you or what? I don't mean to pry just wondering if that is something inside you or something you have on your person at all times."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 01:54:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.americanjacketsstore.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Andrew-Lee-Potts-Alice-in-Wonderland-Jacket.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ghost,&nbsp; Dark Wings, open.<br><hr>He stretches out again, after standing up; this time it seemed more naturally human. He felt like his clothes had been mostly dried out from his pool trip, by this point, and it was nice.&nbsp; Drying off in the sun was the best. So was lazing about in the sun. Much like cats themselves, he tended to be crepuscular; dawns and dusks saw him at higher levels of activity, which waned as the day or night progressed. "Hmm. Dare I ask?" He pondered aloud... and then his eyes just diverted completely from Ghost, and focused on something acutely in the distance.<br><br>"Hmmm, the red-head looks interesting. Let's watch." And so Aislyn would find, perhaps without surprise, that there were others who'd run the course watching. Even from this far away, he felt something... shudder-inducing. He couldn't quite put a word to it just yet, but his interest drifted between the bird and 'the red-head'. The transformation was absolutely fascinating to watch. She seemed to maintain most of her human qualities, while borrowing only a smaller amount of the animal aspects. It felt... similar, but different enough to warrant investigation. Even without really knowing who they were, or which side they'd end up on, his interest was now heavily set upon the dark-woman. The one, without him yet knowing, felt how he did: that traditional heroism was a fetter that kept them from truly performing what they needed to do. Too much red tape.<br><br>When she had finished the course, he clapped his hands along with the audience.&nbsp; He swayed over towards her, Ghost free to follow or run off, whatever they wished to do. The young man's approach was probably something she could feel, even if Dark Wings didn't see him; and she might not, since he skulked like a cat. However, with his approach, there was something that echoed out her call; an affinity, a bond with the 'darker' half of the cycle of life and death. The unpleasant part that people foolishly dismissed as 'bad' or 'evil'. The part they knew was absolutely essential to the balance. "Good showing." His compliment is sincere, and serene.<br><br>"Now, who might you be?" Curiosity flavoring his voice as he looked her over. However, his gaze was not like most men's: he cared more about where her muscles were built up, or any places where her clothing might be more worn down. Things that told him of her capacity for combat. After all, the muscles one chose to develop the most were the ones one was most likely to use in battle. After his initial assessment, he just meets her gaze, eye-to-eye. <br><br>The silver medallion hung out in the open, over his clothes. The metal looked almost chilled, cooler than the ambient temperature around them; fitting for the symbol of Marzanna, who was the Slavic Goddess who presided over both winter and death. The design, on close inspection, looks like it might very well have been acid-etched, rather than laser-engraved.&nbsp; The simplistic style of Her depiction was a call back to ancient history. "I am Leshy." He closed his eyes as he flashed her a brilliant, yet uncanny valley Grin.&nbsp; His hand was extended for a proper handshake... and if she goes for it, he makes it into a wrist-shake, like real warriors did in the 'old days'.&nbsp; Though he looked built for speed and agility, his grip is fairly firm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 02:17:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cf0b0750-c664-47ba-a1ff-04f381285e20/d9ljl91-e3b4833a-d990-43f4-bdad-a3742031d52c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NmMGIwNzUwLWM2NjQtNDdiYS1hMWZmLTA0ZjM4MTI4NWUyMFwvZDlsamw5MS1lM2I0ODMzYS1kOTkwLTQzZjQtYmRhZC1hMzc0MjAzMWQ1MmMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Hbcoxj8zvQ3yOLDYSu76_RJyU6XsXItHEFtFT_JEJjs)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Dark Wing, Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Subterfuge <br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr><br>Ghost saw his attention was grabbed by something. Something interesting. They followed his gaze towards the course where a marvelous performance was taking place. Ghost wondered who this woman was, for she completed the assignment with flying colors.<br><br>In an instant they went invisible. Ghost flew above and followed Leshy to the bird lady. They landed soundlessly about 15 feet behind her. They were clearly outside of her field of vision, unless she could sense them by any other means. They faded back into plain sight. Leshy would be the one who could see Ghost since they were directly behind her.<br><br>X015 didn't want to intrude on their introduction, so they would try to let them have their moment before introducing themselves to the bird lady. <br><br>This new person was clearly skilled and X015 wondered what other tricks were up her sleeves. Ghost had been careful to avoid showing anyone their flight and phasing abilities, and had a thought that maybe she also hadn't shown her full range of capabilities. <br><br>Ghost made a silent wish that she was one of the bad guys like them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 02:58:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone, (Mentioned:&nbsp; Ghost, Leshy, Dark Wings, Harriet, Open)<br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br><br>Blake found himself looking over the redhead woman that looked like she was almost like him, he was looking at her.&nbsp; He did have a penchant for redheads, but he couldn't help but stop in his tracks and look at her.&nbsp; The fact that she was focused on what was before her was bold and almost arousing.&nbsp; He notices the change in her appearance to the dark-haired warrior woman and a light smile played over his lips and he noticed the feel of supernatural as the change was more metaphysical than the others that were there.&nbsp; She was just as nice on the eyes as well&nbsp; He watched her, his arms crossed as he kept her insight.&nbsp; She moved through the course, he was finding himself aware of the skill, he was perhaps a bit impressed.&nbsp; Not that he cared he could see and tell the haughty nature within her nearly matched his own.<br><br>He noticed the other redhead who was very much assured of herself they were very much different the other relished in her abilities as she knew she was going to succeed.&nbsp; It was her ego that seemed to be bored at the part as he had been, but he was first so he couldn't follow anyone as he preferred to lead rather than follow.&nbsp; He appeared to be well built maybe she wasn't as good as him as the bullet clipped her and yet bounced off the suit, it slowed her speed just a bit allowing him to still remained second.&nbsp; It killed him to even thinkin of being less than perfect.&nbsp; He knew was he was going to be doing in the morning, it was to do with working to be better than these pitiful beings that still remained to be less than he was despite the timing..and yet that was the measurement they were using right now...as such he wasn't the best!<br><br>He watched as Furball and the creature that looked like a specter moved to talk to the dark-haired maiden.&nbsp; He watched observing the display of abilities he was watching and calculate the environment at some point these individuals may become enemies and he simply had to be ready for the change, even if now he still had to share the same space with them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 08:57:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, Aislyn (mentioned), any<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr>Harriet longed to get back to her dorm for a cooling shower, but watched the other competitors - <em>students</em> - herself. She'd be working with them, or against them, so it was good to know what they could do.<br><br>The woman in scaled armor, now that was a neat trick. She looked like she could complete the course by destroying it, then walking through the ruins. Or just fly over it. Harriet wished she could fly; sticking to walls and ceilings was fun, but being able to soar into the air would be so much better. And being able to transform, never having to worry about the cops working out who you were...<br><br>Using live ammunition on a training run, though... she ought to be more freaked out about that than she was. Did they get a few bullet-riddled dropouts every year? But she enjoyed danger, and it made the course seem more real. Maybe that was why the training at Super High was so exceptional.<br><br>Harriet noticed the guy in the black BDU watching her, and instantly stopping trying to discreetly massage her bruised rear. She tried to catch his eye - difficult, since he was wearing shades - and sauntered over, smiling slightly. In the suit, she always moved like she was a model posing for an invisible camera: it made it easier to hide her identity when she dropped the act.<br><br>"Hi, I'm Nightshade. Enjoying the competition?"<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 12:40:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lparchive.org/NieR-Automata/Update%2021/67-xfnJjbH.gif)</div>.&nbsp; <br><strong>Name:</strong> A.m.i.e<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Livewire<br><strong>Job role: </strong>Sidekick<br><strong>Location: </strong>The course<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Open<br><hr><br>Amy couldn't believe that she had gotten this far, not that it was very far in the grand scheme of things mind you, but it was the furthest anyone has ever gotten in her family and to Amy that meant quite a lot. She knew her family would be proud of her regardless of outcome now, but she still sought the holy grail of a position at the school, just thinking about all that equipment that was laid out across the courses was enough to spur her on to try and achieve and win the course. Her name was quite late on the list so she took advantage of trying to watch the other prospect hero's and villains go about their courses, initially hoping that she would be able to learn something about the course at the same time. But much to her dismay the course kept changing leading to that bit of research being fruitless. On the upside however she did realize that most of the runs had some kind of AI running, perhaps she could exploit that with her powers?<br><br>It was almost too late when Amy realized she was still in her A.M.I.E bot instead of A.M.B.R. Quickly shooting a desperate glance to her uncle in the stage he notably chucked and left the stage to go to his van, Amy waddling as quickly as she could after him, the cheers of the onlookers watching the most recent attempt roaring behind her. After a short bit of work she and her uncle succeeded in interfacing with the far more, but still not very impressive A.M.B.R. Before she was about waist height to the other students, now they were waist height to her.<br><br>&nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fd/dd/c8/fdddc8b7a78d5e8e571dd8c4fd4c8cb7.jpg)<br><br>She desperately looked for her team mates for her trail but realized they were already waiting at the starting line looking rather grumpily at her as she approached. <br><br>"I'm sorry I'm sorry! I had to make some quick adjustments!" She pleaded but the others didn't look best amused. She tried her best to ignore their disappointment but it notably had a adverse effect on her, even her robot frame couldn't hide her shoulders slumping and head dropping even if it was otherwise expressionless. Thankfully for her one of them tried to console her with gave her a bit of heart back. Shortly after the announcer called out all of their names one by one. Amy called back as he mentioned A.M.I.E trying to correct him that she was in A.M.B.R now but it fell on death ears. Waving her annoyance away she moved to the starting line with the rest of the group. <br><br>"READY!? BEGIN!" The announcer called as Amy's team lept off of the starting line charging headlong into the assault course.<br><br>The first few steps of obstacles were fairly normal, although Amy did struggle a little with a few of them such as the monkey bars, she was large enough that she couldn't really get her hands into the bars. Thankfully she was equally tall enough to hold the scaffolding holding the bars up, although she did accidentally grip it too heavily denting the bars in her passing.<br><br>She was able to thrive however when they moved up to the fourth set of obstables, several automotive traps and devices flying through the only thin passage through. As one of her team mates readied to go through she called for them to stop, before putting her hand on the side of the passageway that appeared to be connected to all of the traps. After a few short moment the obstacles began to spark and cease moving. Making the step a great deal easier to pass.<br><br>The final step proved to be much more of a issue for her however as it looked like it took place under water. "What's wrong?" One of the girls looked up at her. "It's a simple swim under to get the key to unlock the way forward." Amy looked back in concern. "I've... Not insulated A.M.B.R for under water, it would short circuit me" The other member of her team looked in annoyance. "Perhaps you should've done it then, although I suppose that would've made you later. But don't worry I got this one, swimming's my specialty" He grinned as he dived into the water, within moment he resurfaced again with all of the keys to get through the final door to their victory. <br><br>As they reached the finish line the crowed erupted with cheer, Amy's team members lavishing in the praise while Amy shied away embarrassed at the attention, not waiting around before slipping away to be the with other aspirants, not that people could lose her in the crowd but at least not everybodies eyes were on her anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 16:02:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Course<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Mentioned:&nbsp; Ghost, Leshy, Dark Wings, Harriet, Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br><br>Blake was focused on what was going on, but the fact that the other redheaded woman in the group seemed to be moving towards him till she stood in front of him.&nbsp; The view got better as she got up close, she was a would-be hero.&nbsp; He could tell, she seemed like she was looking for the nonexistent cameras making sure they got her good side.&nbsp; He would have been amused but dead people only had one side, in the coffin facing up.&nbsp; He had seen the robotic woman on the course, he shook his head thinking she would be someone’s plaything before the school year was out.<br><br>She looked a bit irritated as if she could use a shower, it made him smirk a bit as he could see her screaming for him in a shower…no cameras…this time.&nbsp; She had been rubbing her behind apparently a few of the bullets had gotten through but not through her suit, that was doing what she wanted pulling his attention to her body, but he wasn’t so weak that his eyes were drawn to her body.&nbsp; Yes, she had a nice walk but her eyes told far more about her than her body.&nbsp; She was smart, but she was still trying to find her place.&nbsp; She moved to stand in front of him, the observing gaze that was normally on his face fell upon her now to most it looked like a frown and he was generally left alone.&nbsp; His gaze generally made most afraid of him, she wasn’t which truly garnered his attention.&nbsp; He liked bold women.<br><br>His gaze fell on her.&nbsp; “I am enjoying the view.&nbsp; There isn’t much competition here.&nbsp; Whom are you competing with?”&nbsp; He said plainly as he was standing in front of her with his hands on his waist right now.&nbsp; He was relaxed but studying her.&nbsp; “I am Titan.”&nbsp; Even he didn’t know what the rules about names and such at this place, so he was seeing she wasn’t wanting to be too open so he would go with that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 17:04:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/39/41/f2/3941f28838206b15e3c5e57c8cc8fb36.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Caitlin McInnis<br><strong>Alias</strong> Midnight Angel<br>Tagging: Anyone<br><hr><br>Midnight Angel simply remained above the gathering of people for now.&nbsp; Flight was easier and so was isolation.&nbsp; At one time she would have rushed to join the others, to be part of the celebration for their victories and her own.&nbsp; Instead now she simply remained above them all to watch the trials of so many other heroes and villains.&nbsp; During her recovery she had learned to appreciate the differences between the two and also their similarities.&nbsp; Sad to say the only true difference was motive and even then there a thick, blurring line.&nbsp; The lenses of her artificial eyes focused on the entries beneath her, each fighting to enter the hallowed halls of the school.&nbsp; Each wrestling with their own insecurities just as she had.&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly she began to float around the trials.&nbsp; Behind her the half-cap fluttered.&nbsp; A few cameras snapped her as she progressed but she paid no attention.&nbsp; One of the many reasons she did not want to mingle was the attention she would inevitably attract.&nbsp; So many questions about what had happened, what would happen and if she would pose for more pictures.&nbsp; The runs were becoming more frequent now and some might same more intense, though that was hard to really judge.&nbsp; For Midnight Angel her run had been the most intense but she had also been the one to suffer through the ordeal.&nbsp; Each would have their own opinion of the battle.<br><br>The ground rose up beneath her until her booted feet lightly touched the surface.&nbsp; Already a smile worked its way to her lips, something she had been forced to learn again.&nbsp; Smiling was such a simple activity that even babies knew how to do so.&nbsp; Caitlyn and in turn Midnight Angel had been forced to learn that simple act over again.&nbsp; The blue strip of cloth ceased to flutter while she took those steps forward to the gathering of students.<br><br>"Hey there everyone.&nbsp; Looks like some good runs so far."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 20:14:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XVw4zy0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aislyn Nox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764201#msg14764201)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dark Wings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open - Anyone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Music (https://youtu.be/SJkj3DgW8Y0?list=PLsmf1hxYj6fKeYoONCuCBjg3hyOb1FrYd)(Different than the song in my previous post) <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Course<br><hr><br>The young woman came to a stop after the course finished, her metal covered arm lifting as the scaling of her protective gear bent and melded with the flow of her body. She curled her fingers down, the talons on her gloves retracting as she lifted her arm for Night to alight upon the metal. The raven was larger than he appeared from a distance, and instead of the size of a normal bird - this one was as large as a peregrine falcon. The woman was quiet as she stroked her fingers under the chin of her companion, her fingers scratching under his chin as she leaned in and kissed along the beak of her companion. The fine hairs on the back of her neck lifted, her head going up and nostrils flaring as she cocked her head to the side. Her head turned and eyes focused, as did the eyes of the raven upon her lifted arm. She cocked her hip to the side, her other hand resting over the hilt of her blade. <br><br>The blade she hadn't even drawn during the course except for a few times. Her talon'd tips of the glove tapped and tinkled over the wings on the hilt of her sword. She focused on the male that had approached her. Her head went back, a shudder rolling through her as the darkness seemed to warp and wrap across her and sink back into the petite frame of the 5 foot tall redhead. She lost a good six or seven inches in height as the magic retracted into her. The slightest bit of a pointed tip was on her ears, for a few moments, before it slipped into a perfect curved shell. She pulled a hair tie from the pocket of her nearly painted on jeans and snapped her hair up. Night was back in the air and he shifted down to land on her unprotected arm. His talons wrapping around the flesh of her arm, but not quite piercing anything. <br><br>She watched the male for a moment and then shifted the bird over to her shoulder, she eyed the male and took in all of his traits, pale eyes lifting (as she did with most people given her height) and locked on his. His extended hand was not ignored, instead, she stepped towards him and extended her own. "Well met, old bloods finding each other is always a pleasure." She said as she took his hand, but instead of clapping her hand over his wrist her hand traveled upwards and inwards and grasped the inner part of his arm. A very old fashioned Warriors shake, but just as strong as the one he had intended. Her pale eyes locked on that medallion and her lip quirked as she looked up at at him. The toning of her muscles would show him a rather well rounded fighter, but the lean tone of them spoke volumes about the speed she was intended to produce. There might even be hints of something 'more' than human, but then again as someone like himself he might recognized someone touched by old powers.<br><br>That feeling had not gone away, and her senses were tingling. Night turned to look behind Aislyn's head, and she kept her gaze focused on Leshy. "Dark Wings, is what I'm called. But if you are looking for a name, I see no point in you not knowing. I can give you <em>a</em> name, though I shan't be trusting you with <em>the</em> name." She said as she gave that grin and shook his hand a little harder. "Aislyn Nox, I was <em>supposed</em> to be the next Lady of the Lake. Mother still hopes I'll take her place, amusing, eh?"She asked as she turned her head a little to nuzzle against Night. "What's going on, buddy?" She asked the bird and then shifted her body. "If someone is there, it's better to just come say hello. Night is getting nervous, and I'd rather not make him go back to being Ink." She added while scratching between the Raven's eyes. <br><br>"Oh and Leshy that's a wonderful pendant."<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/c84hGmO.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 20:51:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.americanjacketsstore.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Andrew-Lee-Potts-Alice-in-Wonderland-Jacket.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ghost,&nbsp; Dark Wings, Midnight Angel (mentioned), open.<br><hr>Constantly shifting, seemingly never-blinking eyes floated between Ghost, 'the red-head', and the woman flying above them, who receives a vaguely esoteric gesture that is... probably a good sign.&nbsp; It's not ASL, or anything of the sort--a bit closer to military hand-code, but bastardized. Basically acknowledging the compliment, and returning it to her. Leshy just wanted to throw out so many different things, not to show off, but to gauge; assess. Who responded to what? And in what way did they respond?<br><br>Eyes finally settled on the bird, Night. "Huginn? Muninn? Badb Catha?" He enunciates each of those old names perfectly, flecks and hints of an accent here and there. And yes, he is talking directly to the bird, because he knows that they are very intelligent creatures; plus, he could clearly see, from size alone, that this one was a cut above the rest of their unkindness. <br><br>She went one farther than he with the shaking of arms, and he was glad for it; reciprocated. Far too few people practiced such an archaic thing, but there was a certain... nostalgia, he wanted to say, about it. It wasn't so easy to put into words. " 'Tis true. A rare pleasure at that." His voice faded into a lilting trill of approval, and happiness. "Strong grip. That sword isn't for show." He nods approvingly, though there was something in his demeanor that seemed to suggest that he might want to spar with her at some point. In his own way, he was acknowledging her as someone at least on his level, if not surpassing his.<br><br>A small shudder passed through him as they eventually withdrew arms. Oh yes, he could feel something exotic thrumming in her. Her soul sparkled with something more, something not truly of this world; and yet, so familiar. "A name is a gift to be treasured, for in the giving of the name, there is giving of power, yes?" He reached out to her briefly grasp her hand, and use his thumb to trace a word on her palm. The gesture is subtle, and should not be observed as anything more than hand-holding. The name he gives her? 'Birch'. That had to hold some sort of significance for her. "Alfred. Do not call me butler." He jested. Though, for those with a penchant for name etymology... Alfred came from Aelfred, literally 'elf council'.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh yes. The expectations of mothers can be... odd." His own mother, being a villain that had desecrated the environment with her rampant usage of elemental forces wasn't always happy with her son's 'teen rebellion' phase being to become a big proponent of the sacredness of nature. Not that he hasn't told her on multiple occasions that it's 'not a phase'.&nbsp; For the first time, he actually seems a bit uncertain or put-off about mother discussion. <br><br>It's not that he hated her, per se. They just had too little in common. He'd drifted away from both of his parents, in the end, though he kept in touch with them as much as a good kid ought to. "Oh, that's just Ghost. They..? Uncertainty. Ghost didn't seem to display any obvious gender roles to him, which is fine. He knew better than to get stuck in binary thinking patterns, he just wasn't sure how best to address them, beyond by name. "They're good people." Well, that's Leshy's impression, at least. One that could very easily change. <br><br>The matter of the medallion makes him perk up, and regain whatever confidence he'd seemingly lost. "Marzanna, yes. Queen of Winter, and the Usherer of Death." No grandstanding, no hiding it. It is what it is, and he knew Aislyn would get it. It was his cat-intuition. "I know a lad who met Her once. Maybe I'll share a story with you some time." He winked in a somewhat flirtatious manner. And maybe that's all it was, but perhaps there was something really authentic in this invitation; not just some hormonal dude wanting to bang the sexy redhead. The calmness of the artificial weather, and the artifice of their surroundings, actually had him feeling sexually anemic at the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 21:00:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cf0b0750-c664-47ba-a1ff-04f381285e20/d9ljl91-e3b4833a-d990-43f4-bdad-a3742031d52c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NmMGIwNzUwLWM2NjQtNDdiYS1hMWZmLTA0ZjM4MTI4NWUyMFwvZDlsamw5MS1lM2I0ODMzYS1kOTkwLTQzZjQtYmRhZC1hMzc0MjAzMWQ1MmMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Hbcoxj8zvQ3yOLDYSu76_RJyU6XsXItHEFtFT_JEJjs)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Dark Wing, Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: N/A <br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr><br>Ghost crossed their arms and tipped their head to the side. <br><br><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"That bird..."</span></em> They thought to themselves. They walked around slowly until they entered Dark Wing's line of vision. They still looked at the bird, feeling unsettled in its presence.<br><br>Animals generally had more sensitivity to Ghost's precense when they were invisible than people did. Yet, this bird was clearly something more than a mundane primal beast. It was big for a crow or raven. Not to mention it was conjured by Dark Wing.<br><br>They had looked between Leshy and Dark Wing and noticed the exchange. An introspective smile crossed their face. People were making friends already. They were happy about that. It would make everything that they were about to experience this school year that much more bearable. <br><br>The thought of what Ghost was about to do terrified them. It also emboldened them, however. The "villains" AND "heros" weren't all going to agree with it. The more friends they had, the better. Also, it was nice to not feel so alone.<br><br>They had enough of that emotion to last a lifetime already.<br><br>Ghost woke up from their brief moment of thought to give the conversation their full attention. If prompted to, they greeted Dark Wing and introduced themselves to her, <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Call me Ghost. It's a pleasure to meet the woman behind that wonderful performance out on the course,"<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 22:06:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr>She'd heard the line about 'enjoying the view' many times before. It was fun to pretend not to notice.<br><br>"Everyone, really, when it comes to making an impression. I mean, I can't do crowd-pleasing stuff like fly-"<br><br>Nightshade glanced upwards at the two fliers.<br><br>"-or chuck fireballs, or throw cars around, so I have to do what I can."<br><br>Titan seemed like someone more used to scaring people away, but she didn't let that faze her. She held her hand out to shake. It was covered in the same black material as her suit; it <em>was</em> her suit, there was no discernible seam between hands and arms. The same was true of her feet and legs; her suit was truly a one-piece garment.<br><br>"Are you going to the party tonight?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 22:33:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XVw4zy0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aislyn Nox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764201#msg14764201)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dark Wings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open - Anyone<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Music (https://youtu.be/bLZ_Zy1VhMI)(Different than the song in my previous post) <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Course<br><hr>"Night, he is not any of those." Aislyn responded, a small twinkle in her eyes as she reached up to scritch the raven under the jaw. Even if he could rest his beak on the top of her head, which he very quickly did as he started to groom through her hair. The woman gave a squeak and jerked a bit, giving the bird a glare as he cawed in a laughing way. "No being a brat right now. I need to be presentable." She teased as she tapped the Raven on his beak and then looked back at the male speaking to her. A chuckle leaving her as she scrubbed her hand under her nose and snorted a bit. "Not a chance it'd be for show, you think I'd be chosen by <em>her</em> if it was for show?" She said with a teasing chuckle. The woman was responding, as she always did. This was a bit different. <br><br>"Alfred, mnn? Do you give good <em>council</em>?" She asked as she noticed the way the 'nature' of the discourse changed. Receptive, perceptive, adaptive. That was who she was. She gave him a sideways look and nodded a little. "We are who we are." She said simply as she shrugged and spread her hands out, only to jerk a bit as Night nipped at her ear. "You behave!" She said to him as she turned her attention fully on the one of indiscernible identity. That sort of thing rarely bothered the young woman, instead, she seemed at ease where she was at this time. She assessed the individual and then looked back at Leshy. <br><br>"I got a few stories of my own. Old blood awakened in new flesh, drawing from the dark cycles... It's all interesting things. Maybe I'll tell you about the young girl that met the battle crow, or even the young woman who met a Lord of the Dead." She said as she gave Leshy a two finger salute from her temple, winking a bit and then turning fully as Ghost made their appearance. She did not offer her hand, out of respect for the individual who had not reached out to touch. Instead, she folded her hand over her stomach and did a rather strange bow. One leg extended behind her, and the other slightly crooked as she looked up at them with glittering eyes. "A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Ghost. Whatever you prefer as your identity I will uphold. It's rude to call others what they do not desire. If your preferred pronouns are they and them... I am quite glad to use them. You would not be the first to ask such." <br><br>"Now as for Night, he is quite the interesting creature himself, but as he can't behave... he'll need to go 'home' for now." She said as she chucked the bird under the chin and then pulled the top of her shirt down. "Sleep, Night. All is well." she added as the raven seemed to shuffle and huff.<br><br>"<strong>But I want to be out to play, you never let-... Fine..</strong>" The bird said with a huff as he seemed to <em>sink</em> into her flesh and swirled into place as the marking that lived right over her heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 23:08:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.americanjacketsstore.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Andrew-Lee-Potts-Alice-in-Wonderland-Jacket.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ghost,&nbsp; Dark Wings,&nbsp; open.<br><hr>"Nature always has its way." He gleefully says as he watched Night muss with the red locks of the beautiful warrior. Mischief sparkled in green eyes. "And is Night not beautiful? Though I profess dusk and twilight to be the best." He attempted to use some animal mimicry noises--very good ones--to try and draw Night over to him. He doubted it would work, since the animal seemed strongly bonded to her, but he thought it worth trying.<br><br>"I'd be honored to see you use that blade to its fullest." No idle words or flattery there. Her danger intrigued him; begged to be understood, to be seen. No matter what sides they ended up on, he doubted he could ever think ill of her. Though he usually found himself not falling too much into first impressions, which could be deceptive, there was something... some inestimable quality that he found alluring. "And perhaps you shall see mine. Or the staff, though that is with my other effects." He may not be carrying a weapon on him, or his blade might otherwise be concealed on him. Trickery was the word of the week with him. <br><br>Hands slid behind his back, and seemed to grasp at something on his belt, though when his hands became present again, he held... nothing. Yet, any skilled fighter might be left with the impression that he had a 'trick' weapon of some sort; perhaps spring-loaded on his wrists, which only Aislyn would have confirmed was not possible, or perhaps in an ankle-sheathe. Maybe even the belt itself concealed the weapon, like the buckle being a punch-dagger. He would not show this card just yet. <br><br>"Oh sweet lady of the night, my council is the very best. Some time, perchance, give it a test? My mind is not a thing to be left at rest." He spun the words, the rhymes, with something neither mundane nor magical, but rather, much like his professed love of twilight and dusk--something 'in between'. And was the birch tree not associated with the 'bard'? Though he held none of the Celtic powers within him, as his soul was intimately tied to a power of a different culture. Still, was there not some overlap in all of the old ways? <br><br>"I would dearly love to exchange stories of old, that which yearns to be told, with some lovely lady, brave, beautiful, and bold." And yeah, he did just acknowledge she was beautiful. She was. She was, in fact, exactly his type, right down to the killer instincts in her. However, he has more than acknowledged her other qualities by this point. <br><br>He grew quiet, stepped back, giving the warrior and the wraith time to interact. She handled his own uncertainty about how to address Ghost much better than he did, and he knew she had more then that she could teach him; just as he had his own things he could teach her. Was it so strange to already be thinking of her like this? It felt as if it were already written in the stars above. When the bird disappeared into her, he seemed more intrigued. The animal talking, though? It didn't strike him as anything particularly odd, but then again, he's used to talking with big cats. It's just that he used their language. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 23:48:08</strong>
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				<strong></strong><div class="floatleft">(https://lparchive.org/NieR-Automata/Update%2021/67-xfnJjbH.gif)</div>.&nbsp; [/b]<br><strong>Name:</strong> A.m.b.r (Amy)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Livewire<br><strong>Job role: </strong>Sidekick<br><strong>Location: </strong>The course<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Arc Angel, Umbra, Open<br><hr>The group Amy ran her course with quickly dispersed and they returned to their social cliques leaving Amy on her own in a corner of the rest of the gathering crowd as more and more people finished running their courses. Taking note of each ones potentials and was almost getting jealous of all the impressive abilities on show, really feeling like she drew the short straw with hers, this damaging chain of thought continued until she shook her mechanical head and looked amongst the others assembled. With advantage of her height it wasn't too difficult to pick people out.<br><br>Eventually her gaze landed on a woman who was in a full suit of what appeared to be body armor talking to what appeared to be a fairly average guy. But it was the full body suit that caught her interest. "Light plates... Works quite well for protection while allowing good maneuverability" She noted going into a further investigation moving around the room to get a good all round view. "Some technical parts, but it doesn't appear to be some kind of powering unit... So it must serve another practice..." &nbsp;Amy mused again before moving up to the woman, touching her shoulder with a gentleness that didn't seem possible given her size. "E-excuse me... But I must know, I was looking at your body suit and am really interested in the specifications, could you tell me a bit about it? I am guessing that the purpose is more about augmentation, or perhaps regulation? It doesn't look like it was heavy enough to require a internal power source to act as a powered suit in it's own right, it wouldn't need to be shaped in such a way if it was for that sort of augmentation? Or perhaps it serves another purpose like a stealth field generator? Honestly it could be a huge variety of things, I've not seen that kind of technology yet so I'm kind of just making educated guesses." It took a few minutes to realize she was starting to ramble and took a step back. "I-I'm sorry! That was rude! I will leave you alone! Please forgive me!" Her shoulders slumped hoping for forgiveness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>20-03-2019, 23:56:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cf0b0750-c664-47ba-a1ff-04f381285e20/d9ljl91-e3b4833a-d990-43f4-bdad-a3742031d52c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NmMGIwNzUwLWM2NjQtNDdiYS1hMWZmLTA0ZjM4MTI4NWUyMFwvZDlsamw5MS1lM2I0ODMzYS1kOTkwLTQzZjQtYmRhZC1hMzc0MjAzMWQ1MmMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Hbcoxj8zvQ3yOLDYSu76_RJyU6XsXItHEFtFT_JEJjs)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Dark Wing, Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: N/A <br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"That would suit me,"</span> Ghost responded back to Dark Wing. <br><br>They looked over to Leshy and then back to her. They wondered what it was like to be called beautiful and bold like that from a guy. It seemed foreign to them. To be held to such a high esteem in such a short amount of time. They were almost disappointing. <br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br><em>"No, this is good. Good that they seemed to have found each other,"</em></span> They told themselves. <br><br>Another voice in their mind echoed to reflect another thought behind the first. <em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"But what about you, Ghost?"</span></em> This one sounded like someone they knew and loved once.<br><br>They smirked to themselves thinking, <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>"I didn't come here to be liked by boys or find my niche. I'll be okay, with or without them and any other people I meet here,"</em></span> They thought, you know: like a liar.<br><br>Ghost looked to the giddy boy and the pretty lady, <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"I should go actually, the party is waiting and I want to get changed for it,"</span> They announced unceremoniously. They went invisible and flew off to go hydrate and dress for the event.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>21-03-2019, 00:20:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Course<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Mentioned:&nbsp; Ghost, Leshy, Dark Wings, Harriet, Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<br>Blake looked at her, as he let a smirk play over his lips. “Everyone loves the fliers…but that is pretty useless if you can’t survive a real fight.&nbsp; You are just a higher target is all.”&nbsp; He said as he saw her gaze moved towards the dark haired one that had been a redhead before.&nbsp; Then there was the other woman that seems a bit more camera focused.<br><br>“So if you are not believing in your abilities…why are you here?”&nbsp; He said plainly.&nbsp; “You made it through the course with no more than a few smacks of bullets to that nice ass of yours.&nbsp; You survived how makes no never mind.”&nbsp; He was a deity in his own mind so he didn’t think of anything short of just being who he was.&nbsp; <br><br>“Are you going to be out of that suit when I show up at the party tonight?&nbsp; Or do I have wonder if the suit is keeping all that in place or will I get to see you?”&nbsp; He said standing there before her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>21-03-2019, 02:28:16</strong>
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				(https://www.fuckyeahcurvygirls.com/wp-content/uploads/perfect-thick-body.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Tara O'Dell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Goddess<br><strong>Tagging: Any</strong><br><br>The redheaded young woman surveyed the ever-shifting training ground and deliberately schooled her expression into one of nervous eagerness. Even if, inside, she regarded the entire exercise with a mix of disdain and contempt. The idea that she would be forced to display herself like a prize trained animal for the approval of people who were less than she was was insulting. But the prize could well be worth it. Admission to the school and it's collection of supers was well worth a little temporary humiliation.<br><br>And look, they even gave her some help! She looked around at the collection of students who had been assembled for her run, which was scheduled after several other groups had already run. The students seemed a bit more confident after seeing their peers pass the course. Most importantly, they had already been affected by her. The boys and girls had naturally gravitated to her as soon as she had arrived. All she'd had to do was be fun and flirty and wrap them around her little finger. Such good little slaves! If the school wanted to see an example of teamwork, she'd show them what her drones could do with the proper incentive. She'd already started cataloguing the powers of this particular set. Flight, telekinesis, optic blasts, and so much more. All their powers were impressive enough. And now they were hers to use as she saw fit.<br><br>She gave her adoring new groupies a dazzling smile. "Our turn's almost up. Remember the plan, lads and lassies. The one who's most helpful to me gets a kiss afterwards." Her accent, thick with the rich brogue of Ireland, washed over her compatriots, filling their minds with images of the glorious pleasures that awaited them if they could just be the one who helped their goddess in her time of need. And quietly, Tara was implanting a few hypnotic commands for now and for later. She rested a hand on a cocked hip. "Let's give the crowd a good show."<br><br>When it was time, she and her team stepped out to the starting line. The course had changed of course. A massive maze had formed out of the ground. "Sienna, carry me up! The rest of you, follow our lead." The lovely chocolate lass with the curling black hair took her goddess's hand, her heart beating in overtime at the mere touch of Tara, and lifted her into the skies over the maze. The rest of the squad raced into the maze behind them, on foot or in the air. When Sienna flew high enough, the drones appeared. Little round things with cattle prods to deal with the flyers. Tara busied herself calling directions to Sienna and the rest of the flyers, while down below the ground team busied themselves with leaping over trap doors and spinning bars.<br><br>"Marcus, burn the field ahead!" A ground-bound boy with flames rising from his head and hands launched a stream of fire forward, incinerating the columns that had risen from the ground to turn the maze into a wall of spinning bars charged with enough electricity to jolt. "Ken, to your left!" The portly Ken winced as a spinning bot shoulder-tackled him into a wall, which he bounced off of and continued to bounce like a ball. <em>Pathetic.</em><br><br>A bot got close enough that Tara felt the electric charge of the cattle prod making her hair stand up. "Pay attention Sienna! Do <em>not</em> let them touch me!" A quick glance. "Gabby, Daisy, deal with these pests!" The blonde Gabrielle began firing optic energy blasts while Daisy flew forward and put her fists through the solid metal of the bots. The first few minutes were hectic, but Tara kept her team focused with military precision. The onlookers wanted teamwork, teamwork she would give them. When the maze shifted, rising upwards to become a wall of spinning columns with extendable electrified bars emerging from them, she ordered Sienna to lower her gently to the ground. The other flyers followed her down to the groundpounders.<br><br>"All right team! Here's the plan. Noriko, go in front. Gabby, Marcus, Daisy, you're with me. The rest of you go with your assigned teams." Oh yes, she had assigned the group to individual squads back in the locker room. Made situations like this easier. "Noriko, raise your field and cover me." The petite Japanese girl raised her hands and a shimmering forcefield of blue energy surrounded her and Tara. "Over the bars and be quick about it!" With that, the squads charged in unison, individuals scrambling over or under the bars in rapid succession. Noriko wasn't as good with climbing and running, but the forcefield prevented the electrified bars from touching either her or Tara, which was all Tara cared about. Any that got too close were ripped apart by the super-strong Daisy or blasted apart by Gabby or Marcus. Tara made a show of ducking and weaving the same as her "team" to really sell that she was working hard out here and not just bossing around a bunch of useful idiots.<br><br>Finally they reached the end of the columns and faced their final challenge: A pit in front and a net clinging to a wall on the far side, with an ever-lowering forcefield to prevent the flyers from just soaring over it. <em>Ugh, I might actually break a sweat.</em> "Daisy, throw me across. The rest of ya, plan B." Daisy, plain, simple country-girl Daisy, blushed like she was made of fire as she touched her goddess to lift her and fling her across the pit. There was a sense of exhilaration as she flew, but it was all too brief. Soon she was clinging to the net and climbing it. <em>Well, it's not a total loss. My arse looks good in these tight jeans. Good motivation for the troops.</em> Once she was at the top, she hit the buzzer, then magnanimously helped up the others of her team. You know. To show that whole "team effort" and "good sport" bullshit that was expected.<br><br>She looked at her time. 2:30. Not bad for a bunch of randoms she'd enthralled with only a few minutes to spare. If she was interested in physical challenges she might attempt to run this again sometime with a better trained team. "Well done, everyone!" The fake cheer was easy to put in her voice. "And as promised..." She came over and kissed Daisy gently on the cheek, sending a wave of pleasure through the girl that sent her to her knees, where she belonged. <em>Funny. I don't think Daisy has even kissed a boy before. I might just have to claim her firsts.</em><br><br>That done, she approached the other students she could see gathering. <em>Things are looking up.</em> "Hi! That was an amazing course, wasn't it?" Her smile was there, her tone was warm and exhilarated. Her first day looked to be off to a good start.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>21-03-2019, 19:55:54</strong>
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				(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSR8D1sicBG1u-cHEAWazIDcd-E4SIZ8ZSYSizZFsILEjvzrAJCaw)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Daigo Takai<br><strong>Alias:</strong> White Tiger<br><strong>Tagging: Any</strong><br><br>Daigo had seem Tara go into the course dragging her sycophants with her, apparently she was a controller-type super; he hated those types of powers. They always seemed to just take the easy way out and not do a damn thing themselves. He himself was highly resistant or even immune to things that tried to forcibly alter his mental state thanks to his unique physiology. But he did have an understanding of how such a power worked and shrugged it off and had waited patiently for the next group to be allowed in. Which was just himself really; that was all that was needed. Had his triplet sisters been here they'd have simply smashed anything and everything in their way which would've negated the chance to stand out that the students needed.<br><br>So when it was his turn; Daigo simply thrust his hands into his pockets and strolled in without a care in the world; Challenging himself to do it without breaking out his most powerful technique. Because if you broke that out too early; what fun was there? He simply vaulted over the obstacles as they came up and began to manifest his control over water to counter the fiery obstacles....by making it rain. Slowly; drizzling at first but by the time he got through the course with a trail of explosions and destruction behind him; it was a heavy downpour- yet he looked 100% dry by curving the rain around him creating a hazy fog that concealed what was he doing. <br><br>When he came out the other end; the rain was tapering off as he dusted off his jacket. "Well, that was unexpectedly easy." he shrugged as he came out of it, looking no worse for wear other than damaged jacket sleeves and a few tears is his pant legs, no big deal. "Damn I was hoping they'd make me actually have to try."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>21-03-2019, 21:14:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Jubxmen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Akiko Mizuchi<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arc Angel<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/79/49/3b79493cd5efa065698e3ddec9195b9b.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/3D-Art-Mihail-Vasilev-Exoskeleton-Suit-992x1410.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Showtime!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Umbra, New Robot Friend (Livewire)<br><hr><br>Akiko was talking with Umbra still when a curious looking robot started to approach them. At first Akiko didn't make anything of it even as it looked like it seemed to be looking at her. She figured there was someone or something interesting to look at behind her that she couldn't see. However as the robot got closer and started to examine her she saw that perhaps it was her exo-suit that was attracting the attention. At first she looked around to see if the robot belonged to someone or maybe even the school when she realized that the robot was talking to it's self just like she did when she was working on a particularly tough problem. <br><br>The curious robot touched her shoulder causing her to turn in surprise! She had never seen a robot act like this one well truthfully she never saw a real robot up close. Not a functional one at least the one's in Cassidy's garage were sent there for repairs and were never active. It had a soft and pleasant voice that seemed unsure of itself at first but started growing in strength and confidence before reverting back to a meek tone, it was cute!<br><br><em>"E-excuse me... But I must know, I was looking at your body suit and am really interested in the specifications, could you tell me a bit about it? I am guessing that the purpose is more about augmentation, or perhaps regulation? It doesn't look like it was heavy enough to require a internal power source to act as a powered suit in it's own right, it wouldn't need to be shaped in such a way if it was for that sort of augmentation? Or perhaps it serves another purpose like a stealth field generator? Honestly it could be a huge variety of things, I've not seen that kind of technology yet so I'm kind of just making educated guesses. I-I'm sorry! That was rude! I will leave you alone! Please forgive me!" "</em><br><br>Giggling a little pleasantly surprised, Akiko shook her head and faced the robot. <br><br>"No stop don't be sorry at all! You have a good eye! And no I don't mind telling you about it just don't make fun of me when I geek out! Well it's not surprising that you haven't seen this since this suit was specially made by yours truly and with a lot of help from my best friend Cassidy, she will be thrilled someone asked about the suit since she is trying to get into the business of creating or repairing super suits for heroes. As you correctly guessed the suit does in fact help with regulation BUT it also enhances my abilities, my physical ones mostly but it can give my powers a sort of super charge from stored energy or the energy I generate kinetically. The suit is special in that converts every movement I make into energy that is stored and saved for later if I need to draw on it. This is a big help because see this suit needs no power or fuel because I am a living breathing power plant!"&nbsp; <br><br><br>Akiko stuck a hero pose holding it for a few seconds before laughing. <br><br>"Sorry I can be a dork sometimes! Anyways the suit can do a couple of other things but helping me regulate my powers is the main point, I don't reeeeally need it but it helps to not have to worry about going overboard with some stuff. Oh wait! Don't go giving away my secrets now, both of you!" Akiko playfully pointed at Umbra and the robot. <br><br><br>Holding out her hand to the robot she introduced herself, "The name's Arc Angel what's yours?" <br><br>Akiko smiled brightly at the robot.<br><br>"Are you a robot or are you hiding in there? I've never met an active robot before. I come from the poor side of town so never really saw too much tech until my friend Cassidy came into my life in high school." Akiko asked kindly. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 06:16:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/1276306615-ChaceCrawford-an-tu-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Sam DeMarco<br><strong>Alias</strong> Umbra<br>Tagging: Akiko, Livewire, Any<br><hr><br><strong><em>Some THING? What does she mean, some THING? I am not a thing. </em></strong><br><br>Sam winced slightly at the volume of Malcarion's voice in his head, brow furrowing. <em>Oh, brother ... </em><br><br><strong><em>I should rip her lungs out and show them to her. Could some thing do that? Let's rip her lungs out. Maybe just one?</em></strong> There was a pause, and he could almost feel Malcarions gaze intensify. <br><br><strong><em>Waaaait ... you want this one, don't you? You desire to engage in filthy animalistic coupling with her, I can tell. Very well, take her now, and I can rip her lungs out afterwards.</em></strong><br><br>Sam just about choked on that comment, the drink he'd been sipping threatening to come out far faster than it had gone in, and he half doubled over, coughing. He waved his hand to show he wasn't in any immediate likelihood of dying, but by the time he'd gotten his errant breathing back under control, they'd been joined by a chattering robot of some kind. Thankfully Arc Angel was happy to fill in and speak to the curious robot. <em>Oh, that was smooth. Way to make a first impression. At least I didn't spit it all over them.</em><br><br>"Don't worry," he replied when she mentioned about not spilling secrets, "After all, I'm sure we all have things we don't want others knowing about. Your secrets are safe with me." He turned to look at the robot and continued. "And you don't need to run off, you're good, you're good," he said, reassuringly. "I've never seen a robot that got, well, embarrassed, so I'm guessing that's some real cutting edge AI ... which, if you'll excuse me, doesn't really seem to match the chassis ... or there's someone .. uh, wired in there?" He let his voice trail off, marking the question with his tone.<br><br><strong><em>Are you going to engage in filthy animal coupling or not? I want to see what those succubi have been talking about. Apparently, if you do this thing with your tongue, then ...</em></strong> Sam did not often make an effort to not hear Malcarion, <strong><em>and then with your elbow</em></strong> but the last thing he needed right now <strong><em>twenty seven times</em></strong> was bizarre sex advice from a demon <strong><em>clamp on to her with the pin</em></strong> . Particularly one that wasn't <em><strong>but the feathers get every</strong></em> even a sex demon. He tried to keep his expression neutral and not hear what was being suggested <em><strong>legs over her</strong></em> in the back of his head. <em><strong>They guarantee that will make her your slave forever. You should try that tonight.</strong></em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 09:24:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr>Harriet nodded.<br><br>"Skeet. Doesn't mean it wouldn't be fun to be able to fly, though."<br><br>She grinned.<br><br>"Trying to get me out of my suit already? Not very subtle."<br><br>She mentally ran through her wardrobe options for the party. She <em>could</em> show up in costume, but she'd rather wear something else. Yes, she knew what she'd choose.<br><br>"Oh, I guarantee you'll see more of me."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 13:38:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Course<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Mentioned:&nbsp; Ghost, Leshy, Dark Wings, Harriet, Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<br>Blake looked at her glad she was confident within herself, he was liking that.&nbsp; <strong>"Perhaps, but some people lose their connection with humanity when they fly.&nbsp; Maybe you will have your chances to be among the stars one day."</strong>&nbsp; He said looking at her grin, finding he liked it on her.<br><br><strong>"I generally don't do subtle, I didn't ask to wash your body right now for you!&nbsp; So asking if you were going to be in regular clothes...was subtle."</strong>&nbsp; He said as he stepped closer to her. <strong> "Now I will asking again...subtly since you prefer.&nbsp; Will YOU be there?" </strong> He was gazing at her close enough to kiss her but not.<br><br><strong>"Good, I will see you then.&nbsp; I will be the good looking one!"</strong>&nbsp; He stepped back away from her not leaving yet.&nbsp; He saw the mind witch go over her own field exercise, she didn't really complete it so much as let other complete it around her, he sniffed catching the scent of lilac, jasmine and sandlewood.&nbsp; Some of his favorite scents of those he could take in, he watched the behavior of those around and shook his head.&nbsp; He could turn off his sense of smell around her, not iike he used that as much as the others anyway.&nbsp; He felt bad for the throngs, sure she was attractive, but life and limb for a kiss...please!<br><br>When the other male went through he watched particular, he didn't do a whole lot but what he did do Blake found interesting.&nbsp; He seemed to be working his way through as if he were pacing himself, giving effort when he needed too, ignoring those times when he didn't.&nbsp; Then he realized it was a technique he might have used, had he not been so focused about being the best.&nbsp; Which left him thinking the other guy was similar to him, probably not as smart but physically not ultra powerful which was fine he could deal with that.&nbsp; He turned back to Harriet, <strong>"You going to walk and talk with me or you waiting for a flier to come scoop you up and sweep you off your feet?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 13:39:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fd/dd/c8/fdddc8b7a78d5e8e571dd8c4fd4c8cb7.jpg)</div>. <br><strong>Name:</strong> A.m.b.r (Amy)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Livewire<br><strong>Job role: </strong>Sidekick<br><strong>Location: </strong>The course<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Arc Angel, Umbra, Open<br><hr><br>Amy listened intently to Arc Angels explanation of her body suit. "That's really cool! I'd love a chance to look at the internals of it sometime!" Some may of considered it a sexual innuendo, but the tone of Amy's voice implied anything but and she was just otherwise unaware of the sexual undertones of her statement. "Oh my name is A... Oh we shouldn't share our real names right?.. hmm... Well I was stuck between two Alias names. Was either Livewire if I got onto the hero or sidekick course, or Hijack if I got onto the minion... Not that I wanted to be a Villain!" She blurted out correcting her statement. "I put down for the hero one first! So I guess Livewire would be the one right!?" She almost paused to take a deep breath, regaining her composure. "Yeah, I'm Livewire, pl-pleased to meet you two!"<br><br>For a few moments she went quiet and let Umbra talk. "Umm... Well... How do I explain... It's kinda got to do with my power, you see..." She opened up the chest cavity of the body to show nothing but wiring, but the technological astute would notice the battery but no generator to power the robot. "This is A.M.B.R my more combat capable robot I made back at home. My power kind of allows me to control it directly, I kinda called it Direct interfacing. Dumb name huh? But I can do it to most machines I can touch" She rattled on before lowering her body down to sit, mimicking usual human mannerisms despite being in a robot. "So... In a way I am the Robot, but not, it's like using it as a second body. I kinda... Struggle to go to places in person..."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 19:30:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr>"Oh, I'll be there all right. Never miss a party."<br><br>She tensed slightly as he seemed to lean into a kiss, then relaxed as he stepped back.&nbsp; <em>Subtle. Mischief. Devil.</em> Turning, she watched the last few 'contestants' being put through their paces.<br><br>"Walk and talk. I need to get back and get ready."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 19:58:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Course<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Mentioned:&nbsp; Ghost, Leshy, Dark Wings, Harriet, Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>He was amused that she thought he would kiss her, more so that she didn't move.&nbsp; She didn't seem to mind enough to move but was not encouraging either.&nbsp; It was interesting, to say the least, maybe he was on her short list, not her top or maybe she was just trying to keep her options open.&nbsp; He understood, he was a bad guy, he wasn't a rapist though.&nbsp; There were some lines even he wouldn't cross.&nbsp; Submission was far better than coercion...but sometimes the lines were blurred as he found there were some that liked to be...taken and fully enjoyed and he wasn't beyond that either.&nbsp; But that would require more...conversation than grabbing her hair and tossing her over his shoulder to take back to his room.&nbsp; He could only imagine what she was thinking about him, but she would not have to question if he was interested.<br><br>"So are we allowed to use real names here or you going to do the big reveal at the party?"&nbsp; He hadn't been to school here before but some were telling who they were, others were more internet celebs and some still were strictly Supers names.&nbsp; He, on the other hand, wanted them to know who was squeezing the life out of them.&nbsp; His eyes were the last they would see as they passed from this life to the next.<br><br>"So tell me about you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 21:03:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Course<br><hr>Her treacherous shoulder demon noted Titan's muscles thoughtfully. Certain pygian possibilities sprang to mind.<br><br>"Harriet. But I like using code-names while in costume. Less likely to blurt out a real name in front of the cops."<br><br>It was also a name she chose herself, and therefore automatically cooler - at least to her.<br><br>"I'm from England, as you can tell by my accent. Skipping the boring bits, I started stealing, and this was one of my successes."<br><br>She indicated her suit.<br><br>"So I came here to learn from the best. How about you?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 21:17:21</strong>
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				&nbsp; <br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Walking to the dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>"Blake.&nbsp; I don't like cops so mentioning your secret id won't be a problem."&nbsp; He couldn't help but enjoy the view of looking her over.&nbsp; <br><br>"So are you able to use the your powers outside of the suit?"&nbsp; He found himself looking at her.&nbsp; "What color are your eyes...really?"&nbsp; He asked as he looks at her.<br><br>"So you stole the suit?"&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; "I am a mutant, I am simply a push in the evolutionary change if you believe that, I am the ultimate in physical abilities and still be human.&nbsp; Captain America if you will...I just didn't go through that pathetic weak stage."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; "So if there is the best then you are looking at him."&nbsp; He said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 21:23:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XVw4zy0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aislyn Nox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764201#msg14764201)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dark Wings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open - Anyone (Leshy and Ghost) - mentioning most others.<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Music (https://youtu.be/SJkj3DgW8Y0?list=PLsmf1hxYj6fKeYoONCuCBjg3hyOb1FrYd)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Course<br><hr><br><br>Well, it seemed like things were winding down, and she needed to go get to food and fast. She ran her hand back through her hair, her brow arching a bit as she cocked her head to the side. Her brow arching slowly but surely as she gave a small flashing smile to both. Leshy and those rhymes, he had to know she was not as impacted by them as he would hope. "Ok, that's all well and good - I think we should play some catch up later. I have some things I need to handle." She said as she noticed that Ghost had vanished. She waved aimlessly hoping the other would see it, and made a notation of the <em>taste</em> of their energy. That would be useful for finding them later.. For now she turned her attention on Leshy. <br><br>"I gotta go and eat, and get changed for the party. I'll see you there." She said as she made finger guns at him before she suddenly whipped around and started to walk away. She took note of those that surrounded them, the powers they all showed. There was one in the sky, and others on the field. Her lip curled a bit at the young woman that took control of others and shook her head. She wasn't going to fall for anything like that. "Oi, Leshy - I'd keep my defenses up around that one!" She called out over her shoulder while motioning to the one called 'Goddess' (Not that she knew that yet, and would laugh so hard she cried as soon as she heard it.) - She needed to get to food, and fast.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 23:48:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: Walking to the dorms<br><hr>"Yeah, I stole the suit. I was doing a bit of industrial espionage on a government lab, and found it among their prototypes."<br><br>She shrugged. Just another thing to have an inferiority complex about in this place.<br><br>"Without the suit, I'm a good burglar. I'm a great burglar with it.<br><br>With a grin, she added:<br><br>"They're blue-grey, as you'll see tonight. So, you're as tough as a heavyweight boxer and as fast as Usain Bolt, that sort of thing?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-03-2019, 00:17:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Walking to the dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“So you are bound to the suit and trying to find out how to work it.&nbsp; So you can do what exactly?”&nbsp; He asked.&nbsp; Wondering what drawback the prototype had to it?<br><br>“So you steal things and you need the suit to be better?&nbsp; Or you believe that you do?” He said as he gazed at her.<br><br>“So you are going to make it a point to see me tonight?&nbsp; Should I dress the part or anticipate you not holding on to your suit so tightly?”&nbsp; He teased.&nbsp; <br><br>“No nothing so mundane.&nbsp; I can hit a heavyweight boxer and watch him crumble, I can run circles around Bolt and watch him get tired trying to keep up.&nbsp; I can run a mile in less than a minute.&nbsp; I can catch an arrow in flight and dodge a bullet.&nbsp; Not that I am bragging or anything, just stating facts.&nbsp; If you tell me your measurements I promise I won’t forget them.”&nbsp; He said licking is lips as he drank her in.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>23-03-2019, 01:47:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4e/d1/78/4ed178a9e7e3d3b4a3716c46d1a1756c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liliana Sinclair<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Blue Oracle<br><strong>Job role:</strong> Sidekick<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Blue Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/63/0f/d0/630fd030473ca0ceeb9dee2b864621ce.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Slade, open<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Course, the maze<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/32/70/5032709570f87192f3866acfe895dea2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Slade Valentine<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Samhain<br><strong>Job role:</strong> Villain<br><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Simple short black cloak... for now</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shoplightspeed.com/shops/616830/files/10868211/800x1024x2/3885-washable-black-poly-stretch-velvet-short-cloa.jpg)</div></div> <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liliana, open<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Course, the maze<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Pale blue eyes blinked in nervous anticipation as Liliana Sinclair stood off the side of the field, gazing at the various courses as if attempting to study them or gain some kind of deeper understanding… she felt intimidated, just a little bit…<br><br>If she used her psychic abilities to their fullest, she would have to drop the wards she had up around her mind to shelter her from the barrage of the various thoughts from the people around her… but maybe everything wouldn’t be required, maybe she could hold back just enough power to keep just the bare minimum of shielding around her mind to protect herself.<br><br>Nodding to herself, Liliana closed her eyes as she prepared to feel for the consciousnesses of her teammates with intentions to teleport to their sides… her eyes whipped open wide however when she abruptly feel the most eerie foreboding presence she’d ever felt in her entire life…<br>She turned around and came face to face with a handsome pale skinned man… his eyes were an elegant mature shape, but… there was something in his eyes as he looked directly at her… she felt a chill creep down her spine like ice tumbling down her back…<br><br>Liliana took a step back… something told her that this particular fellow had the very last mind she wanted to be touching… what in the world was that she was sensing off him?<br><br>“It seems we have the same teammates… care to give me a lift? I mean, if you are already going…” He spoke, an eerie smile curving his perfect lips, his voice was soft and caressing… with something dark and sinister lurking beneath… <br><br>She did not trust this guy… right off the get go, she just did not trust him…<br><br>“What?” She asked, somewhat confused… did he know she could teleport?<br><br>“You know what I’m talking about…” His smirk grew wider “We’re going to miss out if we just sit here”<br><br>To take him with her… she would have to touch him… but what if she saw something? This guy creeped her out to the max, he was hot as hell… but something at the back of her head screamed at her to back up her truck as far as she could from this guy…<br><br>“I… I guess so…” She answered… reaching out her hand “You’ll have to hold my hand to teleport with me and I can’t teleport too often with passengers, so I prefer to limit this. Keep your thoughts down and let me do the driving”<br><br>“Whatever the lady says” He replied as he reached for her hand “I’m Slade by the way, Slade Valentine”<br><br>She did not offer him her name before she closed her eyes and let her powers reach out… her eyes opened with a sigh escaping her lips “We were too late, the teammates we were meant to have are already finished… I suppose it is just us…”<br><br>Oh goody gumdrops… alone with the creepy hot guy… someone up there hated her…<br><br>“I’ll try not to disappoint you… Liliana…” He replied, grinning at her as she looked over at him in bewilderment “Don’t be alarmed, I researched most of the confirmed comers before I came…”<br><br>Creepy… creepy… creepy… this guy was just plain ass creepy with a side of axe murderer vibe…<br><br>‘Ugh… why me?… why this weirdo?…why are the crazy ones always hot?’ She thought to herself before sighing “Alright, let’s get this over with…”<br><br>She closed her eyes and teleported them into the beginning of the course… a dark maze with neon lights thrown about here and there “Hm… I read the courses were magical… this one must sense that my abilities are more mental and psychic rather than physical”<br><br>“Same here…” Slade replied, stepping up beside the raven haired girl “Seems we’re more alike than anticipated…”<br><br>“We are nothing alike” Liliana protested with a firm glare at him before she took a step forward “Now, let’s proceed”<br><br>“Indeed…” Slade replied, stepping forward as well “I do love a good dark maze…”<br><br>“You are so weird…” Liliana muttered under her breath as she focused on her path ahead.<br><br>The journey hadn’t been difficult with their combined abilities, but it certainly had been uncomfortable whenever Slade decided to open his mouth… did the guy care at all about the impression he gave people of him? She personally was getting a heavy ‘stranger danger’ alert from him. Like distance between them was urgently necessary… which she immediately sought after the course was through.<br><br>A whole lot of letting her psychic mind reach out to feel for walls and teleporting and then Slade… she was getting the impression the guy really wasn’t kidding about liking mazes, he had an almost sixth sense about the whole thing even without her help, though… he did seem oddly intrigued by the teleporting… well, most found it interesting, but… he seemed REALLY interested…<br><br>They came to the end of the course and the exit… was about twenty to thirty feet above them… which for Liliana was no trouble… she looked over at Slade “I can’t teleport the both of us anymore, it’s draining my powers… too much more and I’ll need to recharge before we’ve made it through the courses. Can you make it up yourself?”<br><br>Slade looked up and nodded “Yes, you needn’t worry about me, but… it’s kind of nice, a beautiful girl worrying about little ole me…”<br><br>“I wasn’t worried about you…” Liliana replied dryly with a roll of her eyes before she teleported herself up to the top… she felt a whoosh of chillingly spine tingling energy then and she turned around to see Slade rising up to the top of the high platform… standing atop an enormous gharish looking bat… he stepped off and onto the platform then and the nightmare of a bat disappeared in a puff of black smoke “A mirage? But… how was it tangible enough for you to stand on it?”<br><br>“Wouldn’t you like to know…” Slade teased her, walking past and through the exit, leaving the psychic staring at him as if trying to figure him out… he loved it when prey got curious… they so often made some hilarious slip up mistakes…<br><br>“This guy… his aura is just… all kinds of wrong, so black and just… strange…” Liliana murmured as she made her way towards the exit “I’ll need to be cautious about him…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>23-03-2019, 12:21:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: Walking to the dorms<br><hr>"I'm not bound to it literally. That would be horrible. See - it's got a fastening."<br><br>She twisted to show him her back. Up close, it was clear there was a hairline fastener down her spine, from her collar to the top of her buttocks. Whatever it was, it wasn't a zipper. Her move wasn't innocent; she was inviting him to look.<br><br>"It's an enhancer; I'm simply a better thief with it. Tumble like a circus acrobat without needing any training. Lift weights like a weightlifter. Climb walls as fast as I can walk up them. Dodge blows and bullets. But you'll see me without it tonight."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-03-2019, 12:44:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Walking to the dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>"I can believe that for sure.&nbsp; But how did you know you could get it off after you put it on?"&nbsp; He asked as he moved behind her and moved his fingers along her neck and spine, his touch more than inviting, he moved his fingers over her buttocks and around her hips and waist.&nbsp; <br><br>"It does feel nice and smooth, that is for sure."&nbsp; Leaving out whether he was talking about her or the suit.&nbsp; "So I will see you in all of your glory tonight?&nbsp; Who could turn down such an offer?"&nbsp; He said licking his lips, a light smile threatening his cheeks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>24-03-2019, 02:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: Walking to the dorms<br><hr>She started slightly at his touch, not expecting it, but didn't pull away.<br><br>"It was pretty much the reverse of how it fastened, so it wasn't too much of a struggle."<br><br>Harriet didn't think it was worth mentioning the fifteen minutes of swearing before she worked out how to disengage the catch.<br><br>"As for tonight, wait an see," she said, a mischievous smile playing about her lips.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-03-2019, 04:56:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Walking to the dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>He could feel the change in her body as he touched her, she didn't move...he didn't stop.&nbsp; He wasn't against feeling over her, she had a lovely form she he would enjoy it for the moment.<br><br>"At least you know how to work it now.&nbsp; I can only imagine how you might have reacted to how it went on...then having to go to the bathroom and trying to get it off." He smirked at the image of most people dealing with new reactions to somethings like that.<br><br>"So you are saying I have to wait until tonight to get my hands back on you then?" He asked noticing the smile wondering what was on her mind.&nbsp; He wasn't telepathic but somethings he could read.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>24-03-2019, 10:56:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: Walking to the dorms<br><hr>The suit transmitted almost every touch. That was one of the limitations of its protection, and why she ought to wear it underneath something more padded.<br><br>"Ugh! Getting stuck like that would be horrible."<br><br>It was also exactly the image that flitted through her mind every time she put the suit on. She caught his smirk, and smiled.<br><br>"And funny for everyone else, true."<br><br>Even the idea of needing someone else's help with her costume was embarrassing. Though definitely not without its appeal, either.<br><br>"I've got to get ready. But I'll see you there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-03-2019, 12:01:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Walking to the dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>She was shapely with nice curves, his fingers moved over her touching, caressing, his fingers were stroking.&nbsp; He didn't linger as he knew she was apprehensive about his touch, so he didn't stay too long.&nbsp; Perhaps later without her suit she might change her mind.<br><br>"Then maybe you need an extra set of hands to help you out of it."&nbsp; He licked his lips as he looked at her letting his gaze fall upon her.<br><br>He stroked her cheek.&nbsp; "Not necessarily, some people have to learn to ignore others opinions of them."<br><br>"I will feel you....touch you....see you then."&nbsp; He said not blushing at his words he said them as a matter of factly letting his interest of her be known.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>24-03-2019, 23:38:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: Near the dorms<br><hr>"I'll remember that if I get into a... sticky situation."<br><br>His touch was so gentle. She was tempted, but she'd only just met him. A bit of caution was advised. Just a bit, though.<br><br>"I'll look forward to your... touch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>25-03-2019, 04:55:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Walking to the dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"But you know if you are in a sticky situation and deep down you know if you want my hands on you."&nbsp; He said as a matter of fact.&nbsp; He wasn't one to be afraid, fear kept you from getting things done.&nbsp; He had purged that emotion from his mind for the most part, he could be apprehensive but he didn't fear a woman and he wasn't against having more than one but it wasn't like he didn't crave one that could meet his needs and with his endurance and libido he didn't want to pressure any one woman with that particular task if she wasn't ready.<br><br>He didn't move if she didn't as he turned her to face him now standing not far from their dorm.&nbsp; She was playing a dangerous game though cause if she didn't stop him...he wasn't going to stop either.<br><br>He smirked.&nbsp; "Then I will make sure you have it!"&nbsp; He said his eyes drinking her in with a wanton look.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>25-03-2019, 21:47:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Jubxmen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Akiko Mizuchi<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arc Angel<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/79/49/3b79493cd5efa065698e3ddec9195b9b.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/3D-Art-Mihail-Vasilev-Exoskeleton-Suit-992x1410.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Potential friends and allies<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Umbra, Livewire<br><hr><br><br>Akiko giggled, the almost musical tone of her amusement drowned out by the chatter of the people around them, at the cute robot or the person controlling the robot to be exact seemed so unsure and stumbling with their words. It was again...adorable! She couldn't help but think of how cute it was to be so easily flustered though she meant no malice at all in her amusement. Quick to make sure her laughter didn't offend her new found friend Livewire.<br><br>"I'm sorry for laughing! It's just I find you adorable! Do you get flustered easily or just have a bit of social anxiety? I had that too at first when I was young but a friend helped me through it..." Akiko said and for a split second sadness filled her eyes thinking back on Rachel before she quickly recovered. <br><br>"But for a long time I was the same way and it didn't get better when my powers developed. I was so scared to hurt someone that I avoid people as often as I could which was not that hard really when you're a poor ugly duckling at a school with plenty of wealthy snobs and people looking for a chance to pick on someone who's actually lower then them in society's eyes but well it toughened me up and hey it's not so bad now that I'm all grown up! Now I'm on my way to becoming a hero and I got through puberty pretty well all things considered. I did remember the names of the mean boys and girls though so that when they asked me out later down the line I could politely but firmly toss em to the curb because they were dicks to me when I was little. Might be petty, might be mean but I would rather not be with someone who was cruel to me on purpose even if they were young."<br><br>Akiko looked at Livewire a bit closer inspecting the robot alongside Umbra. <br><br>"That's a really cool power though so kinda possess or take over another body and use it like your own? That's pretty badass! Imagine you being a martial arts master in a giant robot. Totally would be unstoppable! Can you feel it if I touch you here?" Akiko asked reaching out to touch the robot in a random spot. She wasn't sure if Livewire would be ok letting Akiko touch them but she started out slow in case Livewire objected. For all Akiko knew she was touching a boob or something equivalent&nbsp; to the other person. Or maybe they didn't feel anything at all. Akiko was curious as to the extent of Livewire's powers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>26-03-2019, 01:24:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: Near the dorms<br><hr>Harriet smiled.<br><br>"Perhaps."<br><br>The idea of those hands touching her, stroking her, and peeling her out of her suit would fuel a few of her fantasies. Her suit was starting to feel too warm again. But for the moment she resisted the temptation to take it further. Never let a guy get too sure of himself. If he was really interested, there was plenty of time.<br><br>"I'll see you tonight. I need to get out of this catsuit and into something... more revealing," she said with a wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>26-03-2019, 03:24:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/1276306615-ChaceCrawford-an-tu-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Sam DeMarco<br><strong>Alias</strong> Umbra<br>Tagging: Akiko, Livewire, Any<br><hr><br>"There's nothing dumb with the name," Sam replied, shaking his head as Akiko giggled. "I'm sure we could whip up something more impressive and scientific sounding to call it, if you really wanted to. You're like the ghost in the machine or something."<br><br>He fell quiet as she started talking more, nodding along with her for emphasis here and there. "Out of curiosity, can you interface with any kind of device?" Sam inquired, gesturing towards the robot. "Like, say a PC, or does it have to be something more, well, mechanical? What about vehicles? Could you control a car by interfacing with it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>26-03-2019, 03:31:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302024.msg14774814#msg14774814">Quote from: Gannameade on 25-03-2019, 04:55:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Walking to the dorms<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Harriet, (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br><br>He looked at her as he raised an eyebrow.<br><br>He shook his head with a smirk.&nbsp; "I get it you would rather me wait, hold out, pursue you even to prove that I am interested."&nbsp; He moved one against her waist the other in her hair pulling her closer and looked her in the eyes beyond the mask.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am interested!"&nbsp; He was licking his lips, his own barely brushing her own.&nbsp; He was breathing her in he had only to pull her close to kiss her, but he wasn't sure how much she would resist.&nbsp; She was still a woman and they were trained to play that game.<br><br>"More revealing than just being in my hands?"&nbsp; He asked as she winked.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>26-03-2019, 09:04:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nightshade.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br><strong>Location</strong>: Near the dorms<br><hr><em>Yes! Do it! Now!</em> her more primitive instincts insisted as he pulled her closer. Her suit was <em>definitely</em> feeling too warm again.<br><br><em>Yeah, no</em> she thought drily, <em>The dorm steps are (a) uncomfortable and (b) too public</em>.<br><br>"Tonight," she repeated, hoping she didn't sound as flustered as she felt. Then she leaned closer and into the kiss he was inviting, a teaser for what he could expect later. Her lipstick tasted faintly of vanilla.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>26-03-2019, 12:54:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fd/dd/c8/fdddc8b7a78d5e8e571dd8c4fd4c8cb7.jpg)</div>. <br><strong>Name:</strong> A.m.b.r (Amy)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Livewire<br><strong>Job role: </strong>Sidekick<br><strong>Location: </strong>The course<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Arc Angel, Umbra, Open<br><hr><br>Amy despite being a robot was visibly uncomfortable with the praise being heaped on her that she tried to wave it away. "Oh.. it's not quite to that extent, while I can go into other systems... Like I went into a security system once to unlock a door at a mall after I got trapped in it for the night... People just wouldn't leave..." She groaned at the memory, stuck in the changing room of a clothing store for several hours after coming face to face with people she knew from school. "I can go into any system mechanical or electrical. But... I am still limited by the design of the thing I'm interfaced with. Like using the alarm system one for example. I could turn it on or off, look at security cameras and logs and what have you, but I couldn't use it to turn on the arcade as that was on a separate system." <br><br>Amy watched as Arc angel then started touching her in a couple of various places, unlike other stuff that normally sets off her anxiety she seemed rather used to the idea of being touched... But then that was to be expected when your something as novel as a 11 ft junk built robot. "Well... How can I explain..." She muttered trying to work out how to but the sensation "While it doesn't feel like touching, you know how you kind of know how you are aware when someone is watching you, it's kind of like that. Same goes with any damage I take."<br><br><br><br>"So... enough about me. What about your powers?" Suddenly her speech picking up. "I-if you don't mind me asking that it it's perfectly of if you don't want to say!" She blurted, hoping she didn't offend the two people she kind of hoped she might be able to be friends with.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>27-03-2019, 00:10:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lic.me/i/19ze8)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Amelia Powelli<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Blink<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/226/3/4/commission__oc_silhouette_by_iurypadilha-d6i6mj9.jpg) </div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> 3rd time's the charm<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Gotta have some tunes baby!&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Being listened to while running the course</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up7pvPqNkuU (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up7pvPqNkuU)</div></div><br><hr><br>Amelia shot forward at the first signal for them to start. She kept her eyes forward and didn't bother looking around her. She was a veteran at this and would not fail again! The first year she had fizzled out because she could not get passed a large robot with impressive fighting abilities. It was a prototype of a technomancer and it defeated everyone in her group that year. Over and over she got up as it beat and knocked her down but try as she might she just couldn't bring it down. It would have been easy if all she had to do was get passed it since teleportation was her power but the object was to take down the robot not get passed it. And so after doing her best and giving her all she had to stand there barely enough energy to stand as the robot hit her out of the ring. The next year she trained harder and learned how to fight with a slim but strong&nbsp; bo staff that she decided to incorporate into her fighting style. However in showcasing her abilities she over extended the use of her powers and passed out just before the finish line. It had been a hard thing to swallow.<br><br>So she trained even more! Throwing herself into her training putting off friends, family and for one year all she did was work, sleep and train. Few exceptions were made to deviate from that schedule for that one year but it paid off in spades! She hit a whole new level of power and she was much different this year than she was before. Now she could teleport farther and faster with it being less taxing than usual. Perhaps it was a combo of more endurance/stamina &amp; using her powers more but things were looking up. This was gonna be the year!<br><br>As robot armed with lasers charged at her and her group Amelia started teleporting behind them smashing them in the back of the head with her bo staff. It didn't matter if others would benefit from her attacks she wanted no needed to stand out. Moving forward with her jumps she landed hard as the floor beneath her began to slide open. Looking forward and deciding to cheat a little she teleported onto the next stage grabbing a rope and swinging across an open pit jumping from rope to rope as small drone tried to pellet her with rubber bullets. The next bit was a wall of lasers that she easily dodged and only when they suddenly began to fire faster out of no where did she finally teleport behind them and took off running. <br><br>Smiling as the finish line drew near she was almost slammed from the side but with a twist and a duck she saw that it was a humanoid robot. It was a training robot and began to strike at her from various forms of marital arts. Other robot began springing to life in order to combat the people approaching the finish line. Staying on her feet and moving out of harm's way through dodges and twists Amelia grabbed the robot's head with both hands and teleported to the finish line. <br><br>Dropping the robot's head onto the finish line she saw that she wasn't the first in her group but she passed! She passed! The robot's body finally fell heavily on the ground. She had teleported it's head off. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-03-2019, 03:36:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/1276306615-ChaceCrawford-an-tu-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Sam DeMarco<br><strong>Alias</strong> Umbra<br>Tagging: Akiko, Livewire, Any<br><hr><br>"I don't mind at all," Sam replied, giving the robot a friendly smile. "Relax, don't blow a gasket there or something, it's all good." He waved a hand at her to try to head off any incipient panic attacks. "You might have seen us out on the course there, looking like this."<br><br>He stepped back, drew a deep breath ... and waited. After a second or two he frowned, looked at his hands and then held up one in a 'wait a moment' gesture. "Are you ... messing with me right now?" he asked.<br><br>From the depths of his head came the distinctive sound of a snigger.<br><br>"I really can't believe you." He shook his head and turned to the other two. "Sorry, my ... partner ... here, he has a sense of humour about as bad as my own. I guess that's why we get on so well together."<br><br>Behind him, an inky black tentacle of darkness seemed to flow into the air, forming Malcarions grinning face. It winked at the two girls as Sam continued to talk. <br><br>"So, uh, where was I. Oh yeah. Tall, dark and gruesome, able to leap small buildings in a single bound, or run through them if the walls aren't too thick. No wearing my underwear on the outside of my pyjamas though. We can also control the darkness. Call it. Shape it. Make it dance for us. Not so easy to do when it's bright out, but ..." he reached down, scooping what looked like a whisp of Amy's shadow and pulled it up from the ground. In his hands it shivered and moved, forming into a small, if crude, representation of her mechanical avatar.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Venom-550x362.jpg)</div><br><strong>"We also do this,"</strong> Malcarion continued, as the thick black liquid seemed to flow over Sam, engulfing him in a fraction of a second, and leaving the two girls staring up at Malcarions form. <strong>"We have many talents,"</strong> Malcarion added, a tongue about the length of Akiko's arm unspooling from his mouth to lick his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>27-03-2019, 06:29:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fe/33/43/fe33432a76f45b6826b832711d175518.png)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong> Adrian Michael Drake<br><strong>Alias</strong> Wildcard<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://www.bungie.net/pubstatic/StaticPages/SeasonOfTheDrifter/Assets/season6_keyart_hero_flat.jpg) </div></div><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Big TIme<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amelia, Open<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Theme song for the course&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing in his head</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3R22Co4eEU (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3R22Co4eEU)</div></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;Adrian had watched the course, it changed every group it seems but the pattern was vastly different but the pathway wasn't&nbsp; 'Cool we can do this.&nbsp; Not a big deal!&nbsp; Pass or die trying!'&nbsp; He really didn't have much choice it was here or nowhere at least here he had a chance.&nbsp; He knew he wasn't going back the guild.&nbsp; But he wasn't sure he could make here, he was now the biggest, fastest, strongest&nbsp; he wasn't sure they gave medals for killing or stealing.&nbsp; But he was not going to wash out.&nbsp; <br><br>He moved with cheetah speed...'ok not quite cheetah those things could clock about 90 he was just barely 60'.&nbsp; He thought to himself, but he was moving just fast enough,&nbsp; He kept his eye on the hot chick with the staff.&nbsp; He used escrima sticks as he had seen them being used and liked those over the bo it was too cumbersome for him.&nbsp; But he had his finger-less gloves on and he moved through the course, the rope bridge was the most fun as he tossed cards at the drone to take them down, he made it a point to stay ahead in his group.&nbsp; It was when he was confront the robots things became hard, he charged up a couple of cards as he rolled tossing them in both directions and letting them explode as he dived over the rope bridge and kept running. <br><br>&nbsp;It was not his best work but as he moved to land himself across the finish line having gotten shot in the ass by one final laser, he was looking at the girl he thought he had left behind but she was what maybe two seconds behind him if that appearing out of no where.<br><br>He couldn't help but chuckle.&nbsp; "I would say this girl was on fire but I don't think it was fire was what you used.&nbsp; That was pretty impressive Ms?"&nbsp; He said as he asked for her name in a round about way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>27-03-2019, 23:36:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://orig14.deviantart.net/b6c5/f/2015/148/5/a/da_by_eryckwebbgraphics-d8uza23.png)</div><strong>Name</strong> Genevieve Forstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.0)<br><strong>Alias</strong> Ultra<br><strong>Location</strong> Campus- The course, moving to the event.<br><strong>Tagging</strong> open<br><hr><br>Lyle came running towards her stammering "Wow! That was...and you were! And how did you?! Wow!" He concluded. Eve brushed away his gushing adoration. "Could you take me to the registration area?" she asked. Eve didn't worry about niceties. She was a Villian after all. She wasn't overly rude but she didn't watch her p's and q's like when she was little. "Oh sure thing!" Her attendant responded. His clammy hand took hers once more and she was led over to the side of the course.<br><br>Now Eve couldn't see what was there, but if she could she would of seen a small gazebo with a extensive table set up beneath it. Behind the table sat several top students handing out helpful information, class time tables and more importantly of all room assignment. Lyle stopped and Eve picking up on the chatter around them summarized that their was a bit of a que. Time slowed as they inched there way to the front and then Lyle was speaking to someone. Then a sharp voice framed out like a whip <strong>"Name?"</strong> "Genevieve Forstrom" Eve responded.<br><br>Muttering followed and then <strong>"Ah yes, you've been designated to the Tinker room"</strong> paperwork and a metal object was shoved in her hands and then she was being led away from the noise and back across campus. "I'll take you there directly, your luggage will be in your room, do you need any help unpacking?" Her attendant asked."No, I'll be ok" Eve said wanting to get rid of her unwelcome assistant as soon as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>28-03-2019, 03:07:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Jubxmen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Akiko Mizuchi<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arc Angel<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/79/49/3b79493cd5efa065698e3ddec9195b9b.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/3D-Art-Mihail-Vasilev-Exoskeleton-Suit-992x1410.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Potential friends and allies<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Umbra, Livewire<br><hr><br>As Akiko circled the large robot poking and prodding it's massive frame she carefully checked it for any reactions to her touches. Such a power was very curious and Akiko wondered how Livewire figured out such a cool ability. Already thinking of different uses for it given Livewire's explanation Akiko was fascinated and wondered if this meant she could only control one robot at a time or if push came to shove perhaps Livewire would be able to maintain control over multiple bodies. <br><br><em>Fascinating....</em><br><br>However it seemed Livewire did not like being the center of attention and quickly asked them what their power was. Straightening up a little Akiko walked over next to Umbra once more and stood in front of Livewire. <br><br>"Well like I said the suit is just an addition to my powers but I am living breathing lightning basically...I am a walking talking powerplant. I can manipulate and generate electricity. I can absorb it from different sources...I can feel and sense it from small amount like inside the human body or something like a thunder storm. But I try to keep from absorbing electricity when I am not in my suit because it does things to my brain...makes me..different..the energy from an outside source..well it's like a drug to me and it can get pretty addicting really fast. Much stronger than any drug believe me..<strong><em>The Power.</em></strong>.it's intoxicating what I feel when I get a hold of an outside source." Akiko quickly cleared her throat and looked around for a moment she was lost in far away thought at the memory of the last time she absorbed too much electricity. <br><br>By that time Umbra started to share his ability and at first it appeared to be a dud sort of thing but he explained that the thing inside him or whatever was just messing with him. He did play with some shadows which was cool to watch and made Akiko clap asking for a shadow puppet of her next when a sea of liquid darkness took over Umbra. Watching the transformation up close was both frightening and amazing to behold. Akiko arched an eyebrow it was the buffed up muk that was Umbra, it looked cool. Grinning Akiko said, <br><br>"I bet all the ladies flock to you huh Umbra what with a tongue like that?"<br><br>Akiko laughed. Now she was by far the smallest, she was next to a large 11 foot tall robot and now a beast of darkness towering over her. If she had issues about her height this wouldn't be her day. It was amusing and exciting for her to see these cool powers and it made Akiko itch for a chance to spar with them and pit her best against them. <br><br><em>This is awesome!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>28-03-2019, 04:11:53</strong>
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				(https://www.fuckyeahcurvygirls.com/wp-content/uploads/perfect-thick-body.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Tara O'Dell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Goddess<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liliana, Any<br><br>Tara watched as several more people tried their luck on the course after her and her group. She could, grudgingly, see the appeal in the course now that she was past it. After all, it fostered teamwork and showcased the best talents of the students. Still, she resented that she had been forced to lower herself to base competition and for that insult, the staff would duly pay once they were her enthralled slaves. But she might not just tear out the course out of hand like she'd first thought.<br><br><em>What's this now?</em> There was a girl off to one side, muttering to herself as she headed for the exit. <em>Might as well start winning hearts and minds I suppose.</em> The girl had competed with a boy, she remembered that. A teleporter from what she had seen. She put on a friendly smile and sauntered over to the girl. "Why are you leaving so soon, lass? You've passed the course. You should feel proud of yourself! They only take the best here." She held out a hand. "Name's Tara. What's yours?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>28-03-2019, 04:37:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lic.me/i/19ze8)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Amelia Powelli<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Blink<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/226/3/4/commission__oc_silhouette_by_iurypadilha-d6i6mj9.jpg) </div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> First meet and greet<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Wildcard<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Gotta have some tunes baby!&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Being listened to while running the course</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up7pvPqNkuU (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up7pvPqNkuU)</div></div><br><hr><br>Amelia was super excited when she stepped away from the course. So excited she almost missed the guy talking to her. Turning around her eyes still bright with excitement she smiled brightly at the guy who was one of the first people in her group to pass. <br><br><em>"I would say this girl was on fire but I don't think it was fire was what you used.&nbsp; That was pretty impressive Ms?"</em><br><br>"The names Blink! Nice to meet you! Thanks you did amazing yourself. What's your name?" Amelia asked. <br><br>She wasn't sure if she should give her real name out yet but was willing to still be friendly and chat. She flicked her bo staff and placed it on her back in it's holster, her&nbsp; skin tight black suit moving with her smoothly without causing her to strain against it. Looking the guy over she saw that he was cute, she wondered how his powers worked she had only seen a small glimpse of them since she was busy making sure she didn't fail for a third time in a row. He was cute and made her think on how he might be at opposite sides with her. After all she had no idea if he was a hero, a sidekick, a minion or a villain. That went for everyone here. One day the friendly face she meets now might be the face of her down fall later or the face of a rival or hated enemy even. Still that was for a later day, right now it didn't hurt to mingle. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>28-03-2019, 16:14:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fe/33/43/fe33432a76f45b6826b832711d175518.png)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong> Adrian Michael Drake<br><strong>Alias</strong> Wildcard<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://www.bungie.net/pubstatic/StaticPages/SeasonOfTheDrifter/Assets/season6_keyart_hero_flat.jpg) </div></div><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Big TIme<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amelia, Open<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Theme song for the course&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing in his head</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3R22Co4eEU (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3R22Co4eEU)</div></div><br><hr><br>"Well Blink.&nbsp; It is certainly nice to meet you."&nbsp; He moved to kiss her hand like one of those charming rogues he had read so much about in the past, his voice had a slight french accent to it.&nbsp; He looked at her drinking her in wondering what she would look like without the costume and yet it fit her like a glove so not much imagination was needed.<br><br>He smirked as she was holding her identity cards close to her chest.&nbsp; For him it didn't make a whole lot of different since he didn't wear a mask.&nbsp; He was sure since his powers weren't great or powerful he might very well end up as someones sidekick or add.&nbsp; Not that he was good enough to be a sidekick, he had NO problems with poppin a cap in someone.&nbsp; Honestly he was hoping to learn how to make his cards explode every time and he would shove one into someone mouth when he was tired of them.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked her work the staff.&nbsp; "So you are pretty good with that?&nbsp; Maybe we can practice together sometime...maybe teach me a few things, workout a few frustrations, non?" He wasn't sure about flirting with her she was smokin' hot but being here amongst this group he might have been out classed in the looks department who knew she might have been looking for Superman/Batman type rather than Spiderman.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>29-03-2019, 21:53:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fd/dd/c8/fdddc8b7a78d5e8e571dd8c4fd4c8cb7.jpg)</div>. <br><strong>Name:</strong> A.m.b.r (Amy)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Livewire<br><strong>Job role: </strong>Sidekick<br><strong>Location: </strong>The course<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Arc Angel, Umbra, Open<br><hr><br>Amy watched with curiosity as Umbra used his, or at least tried to use his power, giving off a small mechanical giggle as he seemed to speak to himself, then a bit more startled as something seemed to start talking back, a strange manifestation of shadow as he showed off his powers, the nature of it and the creatures voice made her a little uncomfortable to start, but she soon steeled herself against the surprise and kept her voice neutral, that it until the shadow manifested entirely which broke her resolve as she stepped back instinctively, until it disappeared which then she sheepishly stepped forward again to rejoin the conversation. "That... Is a really cool... if... rather scary power..." She managed before mocking a deep breath, then looking rather sheepish again after she realized she couldn't in fact breath. <br><br>"Both of your guy's powers are really cool... I guess you are on the hero or villain courses? Not that I think your power would be used for... ok... Yeah, your power does kind of fit the villain style Umbra... Not that that's a bad thing! Just... Well it is... I mean..." Amy tried her best to bring herself back to a consistent sentence but she looked increasingly more distressed as she continued to dig this particular hole. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>29-03-2019, 22:23:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://lic.me/i/19ze8)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Amelia Powelli<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Blink<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/226/3/4/commission__oc_silhouette_by_iurypadilha-d6i6mj9.jpg) </div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> First meet and greet<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Wildcard<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Gotta have some tunes baby!&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Being listened to while running the course</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up7pvPqNkuU (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up7pvPqNkuU)</div></div><br><hr><br>Amelia felt the corner of her mouth lift into a smile as the guy in front of her took her hand and brought it up to his lips. He had a smirk plastered on his face and Amelia gave him a point for boldness. Amused she let her smile widen as he looked at her staff asking her if she was any good with it. <br><br>"I'm not too bad...I can handle myself though I only started learning how to use it about two years ago. Still I trained every day for many hours with it, but it's not the only thing in my arsenal that I'm good with." Amelia said her eyes raking him over wondering what his ability was.&nbsp; <br><br>When he mentioned the idea of them training together and sparing her eyes narrowed a fraction as she gave him a funny look her smile still on her lips. From the way he said it training might have entailed other extracurricular activities. <br><br><em>Another point for boldness</em><br><br>She didn't know he was busying comparing himself with some of the others around them but looks weren't always the way to go and so far his charm and boldness were winning him some points with her. At the very least he was very amusing.<br><br>"Well I never back down from a challenge so if you wanna spar then game on! We can teach one another a few tricks I'm sure. What's your name?" Her eyes sparkled in amusement. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>29-03-2019, 22:37:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fe/33/43/fe33432a76f45b6826b832711d175518.png)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong> Adrian Michael Drake<br><strong>Alias</strong> Wildcard<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://www.bungie.net/pubstatic/StaticPages/SeasonOfTheDrifter/Assets/season6_keyart_hero_flat.jpg) </div></div><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Big TIme<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Amelia, Open<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Theme song for the course&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing in his head</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3R22Co4eEU (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3R22Co4eEU)</div></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;He wasn’t trying to charm her as much as he was wanting to get to know her, seems like the foreign guy piece wasn’t as played out as he thought.&nbsp; He could be himself a bit till she pushed him away and wanted to interact with more of her super friends.&nbsp; Her smile aggravated him cause he found himself falling for it.&nbsp; ‘Like she could be interested in me for real.’&nbsp; He thought but he kept going cause he could, she didn’t know him so he could be any damned body…even someone she could actually like.<br><br>“Oh really what else you got?”&nbsp; He licked his lips admiring all of her.&nbsp; “I am inta lots of blunt weapons, a few blades but mostly blunt hurts mo.”&nbsp; He winked he could only guess what could be going through her mind with that statement.<br><br>When her eyes narrowed he wondered what he had said wrong?&nbsp; ‘Not into guys?&nbsp; Great, just my luck!’&nbsp; He was taken back a bit as it became a smile just as quickly, this one was a hard read for sure.<br><br>“I am sure dere a whole lot of ‘tricks’ we can teach one another…and some I look forward ta learnin’ more den others chere.”&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; “Wildcard at y service.”&nbsp; He said with a flourish of his hand and a bow.&nbsp; Those sparkling eyes were like a summons.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 03:04:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Venom-550x362.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Sam DeMarco<br><strong>Alias</strong> Umbra<br>Tagging: Akiko, Livewire, Any<br><hr><br>Malcarion chuckled at Akiko's sally, an impossibly wide grin on his face. <strong><em>See, she does want the filthy animal coupling with you. Or perhaps with us both.</em></strong> Before he could respond aloud, Amy drew his attention with her words. He cocked his head to the side as he listened to her. <strong>"Power is power,"</strong> he said, looking from one to the other. <strong>"It is what you do with it that others will call good or evil, and even then, those may be a matter of perspective."</strong><br><br>The air around him seemed to darken, as if the sun was passing behind a cloud, and the temperature dropped enough to send a shiver through unprotected skin. <strong>"Man has always feared the darkness, not simply for what it is, but what it conceals. The beasts that stalk beyond the circle of his campfire, ready to snatch the unwary away, only a brief scream to mark their passing. The darkness is not evil, it simply is. Embrace it, and it will shelter you as well as those you fear. Make it yours, and let them feel the fear instead."</strong><br><br><strong>"It is ... invigorating."</strong> His face split in another impossibly wide grin as he stared at the robot. <strong>"But you do not need to fear me. Only bad people need to."</strong><br><br><strong>"Their fears never fade. Fear is a blade that sharpens with use, that sinks its fangs into their throats, drains the strength from their limbs, the courage from their hearts. So let the evil ones know we come. Let their fears defeat them as the darkness falls. As the sun sets ... as the city is wreathed in night ... let ten-thousand howls promise ten-thousand claws. We are coming for them, and no soul that stands against us shall see another dawn."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 05:59:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4e/d1/78/4ed178a9e7e3d3b4a3716c46d1a1756c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Liliana Sinclair<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Blue Oracle<br><strong>Job role:</strong> Sidekick<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Blue Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/63/0f/d0/630fd030473ca0ceeb9dee2b864621ce.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tara, open<br><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving the course<br><hr><br><strong>{Tara}</strong> "Why are you leaving so soon, lass? You've passed the course. You should feel proud of yourself! They only take the best here."<br><br>Liliana was moving away from the exit of the fields where the courses had been set up when a female voice bearing an Irish accent caught her ear, she turned around to address whomever was approaching her and paused... the redheaded girl she was looking at had quite the contradicting aura... on the surface it was soft relaxing hues that indicated warmth and kindness, but they were faded... as if they were simply fabrications... and beneath that, much muddier hues... she felt... deception, like the welcome she was receiving wasn't was it appeared to be...<br><br><strong>{Tara}</strong> "Name's Tara. What's yours?"<br><br>The girl held out a hand and Liliana mildly hesitated... she got visions every once in while when she touched people, which made her a little apprehensive sometimes about physical contact with others, but she managed to overcome the reluctant sensations and gingerly shook the other female's hand "Liliana Sinclair"<br><br>Given the continuation of the false warmth and smiles, the other girl obviously had no clue that Liliana's psychic abilities venturing much further than just teleporting... she decided to keep it that way for the time being... something about this girl and her peculiar energy made her feel like it wasn't safe to drop her guard...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 06:44:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cf0b0750-c664-47ba-a1ff-04f381285e20/d9ljl91-e3b4833a-d990-43f4-bdad-a3742031d52c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NmMGIwNzUwLWM2NjQtNDdiYS1hMWZmLTA0ZjM4MTI4NWUyMFwvZDlsamw5MS1lM2I0ODMzYS1kOTkwLTQzZjQtYmRhZC1hMzc0MjAzMWQ1MmMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Hbcoxj8zvQ3yOLDYSu76_RJyU6XsXItHEFtFT_JEJjs)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: O P E N<br><strong>Content</strong>: PG<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Campus<br><hr><br>After getting their dorm room in order, Ghost made a last trip to collect their remaining luggage to unpack. They pulled their suitcase down the halls and looked around the school. They were beginning to realize they would need to do more than just make it in and complete their personal mission: they would need to actually BE in school. Meaning they would need to go to classes, make nice with the other students, join clubs or some extracurricular and maybe...date? <br><br>They weren't sure if they liked the thought of all those ideas. Rather than an amazing opportunity to learn and grow, it felt like one massive burden. Something about that made them sad. They shouldn't feel that way about school. They should be glad to be here. In fact, Ghost probably would be if it weren't for NEEDING to be here rather than WANTING to be here. <br><br>They imagined for a moment that they were just some normal adolescent trying to go to their dream school. They'd get excited that they got in because although they wanted to hope that they would make it, they didn't want to put their whole heart into that wish. So when it happened, they would feel a joy so big it may just fly out of their chest. <br><br>They told themselves it was okay that this made them feel sad. They should feel sad. The government that made them took away their chance at happiness and stole their childhood and adolescence. Surely, if they could accomplish their goal and finally get justice and retribution then maybe it'll all be worth enduring.<br><br>Before heading to the Dorms, Ghost took a moment in the courtyard to sit down. They breathed deeply and just took in the clear air. Their mind tried to wander and stress about the party but they gently reeled it back into the moment.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 08:09:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://beta-static.photobucket.com/images/h275/SavinaHime/2/a6e68d6f-b5bd-4f91-8b3f-7bfd1f920931-original.jpg?width=590&amp;height=370&amp;fit=bounds)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Slade Valentine (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14763372#msg14763372/) <br><strong>ALIAS:</strong> Samhain<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Dark Prince</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Choker excluded</strong> (http://www.dealbyethan.com/images/punk-rave/punk-rave-y-564-bk.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Making friends, perhaps?<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ghost, open<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This is Halloween {Cover by Caleb Hyles, so good!}</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-t28u8lePw</div></div><br><strong>EXTRA:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Slade's Nightmare Bat</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://assets.lookbookspro.com/bernstein-andriulli/gs_56b4b1f4-a244-43ee-9b0e-6abf0a771fd0.jpg)</div></div><br><hr><br>Slade strode confidently across the courtyard, his luggage secured to the back of a monstrous looking pale lavender bat, similar to the one he’d used in the course, but he had deliberately made this particular little devil of a nightmare merely six feet in length with a wingspan just enough to allow it&nbsp; enough power to hover it’s body three feet off the ground.<br><br>He paused as something out the corner of his eye caught his attention… he looked over towards the bench that sat barely four feet away from where he stood and raised a hand back to stop his nightmare bat “Quite a unique outfit you have there, friend… love the mask… is there any special reason for it?”<br><br>A small chuckle escaped him and he gave the individual a silken smooth smile “Forgive me, I jumped the gun for lack of a better term… I really ought to make made proper introductions first… my name is Slade Valentine… and yours?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 08:14:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cf0b0750-c664-47ba-a1ff-04f381285e20/d9ljl91-e3b4833a-d990-43f4-bdad-a3742031d52c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NmMGIwNzUwLWM2NjQtNDdiYS1hMWZmLTA0ZjM4MTI4NWUyMFwvZDlsamw5MS1lM2I0ODMzYS1kOTkwLTQzZjQtYmRhZC1hMzc0MjAzMWQ1MmMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Hbcoxj8zvQ3yOLDYSu76_RJyU6XsXItHEFtFT_JEJjs)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Slade, open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Oof<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Courtyard<br><hr><br>Speaking of making nice with the student...<br><br>Ghost's daydreaming came to a halt after they realized they were in the presence of another student...and a very large bat? They blinked in confusion but their attention was caught by the man speaking to them. They stood up slowly and gave the gentleman an alien look. They put on a slight smile that he couldn't see.<br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Ghost..."</span> They answered. They couldn't (or rather, they shouldn't) reveal their real name they decided. It wasn't much of a name anyways.<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"> "Congratulations on completing your course,"</span> They said out of courtesy as they extended a hand to hopefully meet his if he would shake it. It didn't feel as forced as Ghost thought it would.<br><br>They were genuinely happy that people made it through the course and into the school. Strange, given how little they could probably trust the students here; it wasn't because they were untrustworthy though. It was simply because too much would be at stake for doing so, so early in the school year.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 08:49:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://beta-static.photobucket.com/images/h275/SavinaHime/2/a6e68d6f-b5bd-4f91-8b3f-7bfd1f920931-original.jpg?width=590&amp;height=370&amp;fit=bounds)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Slade Valentine (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14763372#msg14763372/) <br><strong>ALIAS:</strong> Samhain<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Dark Prince</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Choker excluded</strong> (http://www.dealbyethan.com/images/punk-rave/punk-rave-y-564-bk.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Making friends, perhaps?<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ghost, open<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This is Halloween {Cover by Caleb Hyles, so good!}</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-t28u8lePw</div></div><br><strong>EXTRA:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Slade's Nightmare Bat</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://assets.lookbookspro.com/bernstein-andriulli/gs_56b4b1f4-a244-43ee-9b0e-6abf0a771fd0.jpg)</div></div><br><hr><br><strong>{Ghost}</strong> "Ghost..." <br><br>“Ghost…” Slade repeated, his silky smile never leaving his lips as he accepted the offered hand of the ambiguous individual, his stormy blue eyes gleamed with an almost cold intelligence “Simple and mysterious, I can appreciate that”<br><br><strong>{Ghost}</strong> "Congratulations on completing your course,"<br><br>“Thank you” Slade replied, his smile taking of a slight hint of a ‘as if there was any doubt’ sort of confident quality, he looked back at the lavender hued bat nightmare carrying his luggage “Exquisite, isn’t it? Plucked from some of the deepest reaches of the nightmare realm, where all pleasant dreams go to die”<br><br>He looked back at Ghost then with that same smile, as if there was nothing at all disturbing about what he’d said “I was about to go drop my stuff off in my dorm room… you are welcome to accompany me if you like, we can continue getting to know one another. I’ve only met a particularly intriguing psychic girl so far, I wouldn’t mind making a couple friends during my education here”<br><br>Inside, a predatory grin spread across his inner face… of all possible snakes in the grass, Slade had to be by far the most dangerous, but it never stopped poor gullible fools from falling into his trap… by the time anyone realized that Slade was not the friend he portrayed himself to be… it was far too late.<br><br>What would happen with this individual calling themselves ‘Ghost’? He was practically giddy with anticipation to find out...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 09:06:22</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/cf0b0750-c664-47ba-a1ff-04f381285e20/d9ljl91-e3b4833a-d990-43f4-bdad-a3742031d52c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2NmMGIwNzUwLWM2NjQtNDdiYS1hMWZmLTA0ZjM4MTI4NWUyMFwvZDlsamw5MS1lM2I0ODMzYS1kOTkwLTQzZjQtYmRhZC1hMzc0MjAzMWQ1MmMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Hbcoxj8zvQ3yOLDYSu76_RJyU6XsXItHEFtFT_JEJjs)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Slade, open<br><strong>Content</strong>: PG<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Courtyard<br><hr><br><br>Ghost had to fight the urge to pull their cold and clammy hand back in disgust. The way he smiled was off-putting enough, but his apparent disposition did not make them feel safe around him. Something about how he talked about his creature came across and then asked them to come along with him made Ghost think they should be careful not to let themselves get too caught up with this man.<br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>"Well..."</span> They voiced aloud as they looked to their luggage near them and then back to him, <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"I was planning to go there already to drop this off in my dorm. I would not mind the company on the way there I suppose,"</span> They lied. They did mind, but wouldn't be rude to someone they barely know. However, there was no way they would step foot with him in his dorm nor would they show him which dorm room they would be living in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>01-04-2019, 08:39:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Jubxmen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Akiko Mizuchi<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arc Angel<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/79/49/3b79493cd5efa065698e3ddec9195b9b.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/3D-Art-Mihail-Vasilev-Exoskeleton-Suit-992x1410.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Potential friends and allies<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Umbra, Livewire<br><hr><br>Akiko crossed her arms and nodded her head as Umbra talked. Part of her agreed with what he was saying and another part of her didn't like the idea of killing. However this was a personal choice and not one she was going to force onto anyone else. She would however voice her opinion since she didn't mind that. <br><br>"Umbra is right. Our powers, our gifts are not inherently good or bad...us the people who are in control of them determine if they are to be used for good or evil. We just need to be careful on not letting it get to our heads. The dark is fear we are all born with kinda like an instinct..It’s not the darkness itself that’s frightening like Umbra said. It’s the fear of what the darkness masks what it hides. The dark leaves us vulnerable and exposed, unable to spot any threats that may be lurking nearby makes us blind. For much of human history, the dark meant danger, and fearing it meant taking precautions to stay safe."<br><br>Leaning on her back foot she added, "I agree with all of that and that our enemies should fear us. But I won't kill them. I want to be a hero. A beacon of light for the people, I want to give them hope and safety. I will not kill. Heroes don't kill. Not in my book. It makes things harder yes..it will without a doubt put other people in danger unfortunately without a doubt yes..it will..but I won't be judge, jury and executioner. That isn't my job, everyone needs to stand trial and maybe one day there will be a time when I am going to have to ask myself if it's worth sticking to my ideal not to kill. And maybe one day we will all find out I am a hypocrite...but who knows...However that is my belief and it's not a notion I am going to force onto anyone else. To each his own. Better for them to get thrown in prison by me or face your wrath. Either way it's not going to be a very pleasant experience."<br><br>It was an idealistic notion but one Akiko intended on upholding for a long as she could. She would pray everyday that she is never put in the position of having to resorting to killing someone in order to stop them. If there was a way..any way to avoid the finality of death she would take it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>01-04-2019, 16:07:14</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fd/dd/c8/fdddc8b7a78d5e8e571dd8c4fd4c8cb7.jpg)</div>. <br><strong>Name:</strong> A.m.b.r (Amy)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Livewire<br><strong>Job role: </strong>Sidekick<br><strong>Location: </strong>The course<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Arc Angel, Umbra, Open<br><hr><br>Amy went quiet as the two spoke about the concept of the dark not being something to fear. What it means to be a hero, to have the power to kill others if it came to it. It didn't quite sit well with her, not really. Not that they were inherently wrong in their view, but it did seem a bit too... Idealistic, hopeful. These were things that Amy didn't really know. Being on the bottom of society meant she had to battle for every little advantage, hope for things to be better only works as long as you got the will to achive it. Even with her own weakness's she fought for her dream.<br><br>"Well..." She finally started to pick up "I kind of understand... But I... Well..." She took a deep breath "Just spit it out already!" She told herself, she needed to get it off her chest or she'd regret it forever. "It kind of well... Worries be that this sort of talk implies a instigator... I mean... Shouldn't hero's be looking after victims not attacking criminals? Umm... How do I put it... Well... When did the firefighter or the paramedic become less of a hero than the soldier or the police officer?" She went quiet again worried that she may of overstepped the line, admittedly her reasons for becoming a sidekick wernt exactly selfless either, so did she really have a right to say those things?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 01:42:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Venom-550x362.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Sam DeMarco<br><strong>Alias</strong> Umbra<br>Tagging: Akiko, Livewire, Any<br><hr><br>Malcarion cocked his head to the side as he listened to Akiko and then Amy make their points. <strong>"You seek to treat the symptom, not the disease,"</strong> Malcarion replied to Amy. <strong>"There are many who can help those who are hurt. There are few who can stop the ones responsible from continuing to hurt others. We will do what they cannot. There is no shame in doing what you can do, whether others do more or less. The firefighter, the medic, they have their role to play. We have ours."</strong><br><br>His head turned to regard Akiko, and he looked silently down on her for a few seconds. <strong>"If you choose not to kill, that is your choice. I hope for your sake that your choice does not result in the deaths of others. There are those out there who will escape any justice short of the ultimate one. Or who will not change, not reform, not be anything more than the beast that feeds on blood and suffering. Never wanting to change. Never wanting to be anything else. Never stopping, until they are stopped, once and for all."<br><br>"Perhaps you will be lucky. Perhaps you will be able to keep that innocence in the nights to come. I will do what I must."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 02:16:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Jubxmen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Akiko Mizuchi<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arc Angel<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/79/49/3b79493cd5efa065698e3ddec9195b9b.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/3D-Art-Mihail-Vasilev-Exoskeleton-Suit-992x1410.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Campus/The Course <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Potential friends and allies<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Umbra, Livewire<br><hr><br>Akiko listened to both Umbra and Livewire. Livewire seemed to want a more humanitarian approach. It was a good thought and yes heroes should be there for the victims when they could. But there were also police officers and other people in the law enforcement that could better care for a shaken or traumatized victim. Cops with degrees who could do a much better job handling a shaken victim. Besides it's not like Akiko could tell them to use her go to when she tried to deal with her problems which was to drink heavily and get into a fight, if she was taking something particularly badly. If not she tried to meditate on what was bothering her and attempted to gain insight...but that was if she had her head on right. <br><br>"You have a good point Livewire. We should be there for the victims and try to help as much as we can when and if possible but Umbra has a point while we can inspire hope and enforce the law there might be others better suited to dealing with someone who's been shaken during an attack. But being a hero of the people it is a nice touch to show that you do care for them as well. To show that you are not in it just for the fame or glory, that you truly want to help people and that is something we should try to give off in our presence. I just wouldn't want to give someone bad advice and honestly I wouldn't know how to soothe someone's pain after losing a loved one. I would try my best but other than promising to find them justice and saying that I feel for them I honestly don't know what I would say. Who would be ready for something like that it's not like you can have some generic apology memorized and expect for it to be taken well each and every time. But it's nice to know that you are thinking about the people."<br><br>Turning to Umbra she nodded, <br><br>"I know where my stance on killing is going to place me. And I know that one day it will come up and bite me when I have to look at someone with so much pain, anger and hate in their eyes asking me why didn't I just end the horror completely. But I can't...I won't. I am well aware there are people out there that can not or will not be helped. But it won't be me that kills them. And it will mean that people will die because of it. I just have to hope that each and every bad guy I stop doesn't get a chance to do someone else harm. I don't expect anyone to do the same. It's not a popular belief but it's one I will hold for as long as I can. Like I said...I may turn into a hypocrite...one day I might really be forced to kill or someone will take someone precious from me and I will respond with all my wrath and well...that's gonna be a night of heavy drinking because I will have broken my vow."&nbsp; <br><br>She looks down sadly "I hope it never gets to that point. I really do. I hope each time it gets that close I can find another way. I'll pray that I will have the wit or wisdom to figure something out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 07:57:35</strong>
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				(https://www.fuckyeahcurvygirls.com/wp-content/uploads/perfect-thick-body.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Tara O'Dell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Goddess<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liliana, Any<br><br><br>Tara's smile didn't fade. "Nice to meetcha Lil. Say, a few of my new friends and I were going to check out the campus. You know, get a feel for the place while everyone else is still here watching the games. You wouldn't be interested in coming with us, would you?" Her smile became an easy, friendly grin. She beckoned, and the students who had helped her through the course came over. "What do you say? You could meet a bunch of cool folk, and get a head start on not getting lost around here."<br><br>She wasn't trying to enthrall Liliana, not consciously. She was just trusting her pheromones and charm to do that for her while she got to know a potential new convert. All part of the game as she saw it. Meet new people and bring them to her side for later use.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>21-04-2019, 18:28:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Day two</strong><br><hr>Day two for the freshman at super high would be full of challenges and the most important day for these supers. It's the day they get assigned their team. The team will work together throughout their school years and 95% of the team's go on to be professional super teams in the world. After the party the night before the head of the high school simply known as SH had let the students have a little bit of a lie in and so the students were not expected to be in class till 10'o clock. Waiting for the students at the school entrance was a young woman who led the group into a large quiet round room with a very large metal dome on the ceiling... As the last student enter the room the doors were slammed loudly behind them. The room went pitch black and then a green light bleeped out of the darkness, then another, and another. A droning noise filed the air then out of the darkness flew several spaceships. They glowed and beeped as the flew towards the group and then began shooting.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-04-2019, 13:27:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://mermaidvision.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/33415043.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> His dorm -&gt; School classroom..?<br><hr>Some people slept in. Leshy, however, was too closely tied to nature, had too intricate of an internal clock. At dawn's first light, he awoke, at the best time when he was cycling through dreams; right as the old one ended, his mind grew closer to the surface, before it sank back down into a dream. <br><br>This was always how it'd been. He was crepuscular, human form or not. Dawn saw him quietly going about getting dressed, which did include a wrist-mounted, spring-loaded sheathe on his wrist, complete with a small knife that could pop out into his hand if he needed it; a small, red cloth pouch, which he carefully attaches with cord to his belt, looking like some sort of medicine bag, and being anything but; and a telescoping baton tucked into his right boot, and covered by his denim jeans.<br><br>And then it was time for breakfast, which involved using the dorm facilities to boil up a big batch of bite sized white potatoes--enough for leftovers for anybody else that came along later, that could easily be reheated--and of course, steak. Steak for breakfast? Yes. Yes! Anybody actually up at the asscrack of dawn could find him liberally warming up the steak, but keeping it still red on the inside, and bloody, and just eating it. With his hands. Admittedly, he seemed to do a partial transformation to get his claws into it--literally--and all those sharp incisors and fang-like canines are really good at just ripping meat apart. <br><br>Then, to get properly cleaned up, and... off for a morning stroll before classes.<br><hr>When they were led by the woman into the room, his eyes immediately locked onto the dome, tilting his head in curiosity. He shrugged his shoulders, and moved to find a corner to squat in. The moment the lights go out, he shifts forms with a deep, rumbling growl, switching so that he had better vision in these circumstances; lynx were night-time hunters, and like many animals active during the night, had superb vision in darkness. Only thing working against him, maybe, is the increased hearing. <br><br>First thing he does is threat assessment. The little flying things were shooting at people, but what was the shooting actually doing? If it seemed harmless, he'd just duck and weave with feline grace and agility; if they seemed to cause harm, then he's going to rip the first one he finds out of the air, and disable it, if not actually smash it into pieces and bits. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>22-04-2019, 22:04:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/fa/img/0078/14/1392792145288.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, open<br><strong>Content</strong>: A N X I E T Y<br><strong>Location</strong>: Dorm ---&gt; Holodeck/Classroom<br><hr><br>Ghost woke up completely submerged in the 7 foot deep salinated pool within their dorm room. They did not feel the need to wear a wetsuit as PJs last night and realized they were completely unclothed. Something else was amiss. <br><br>Hangover. <br><br>Thankfully their body could handle its liquor but it did not make for an ideal first day of school. After spending some time getting cleaned and dressed into their day clothes (with the humidifier mask), They made their way to the kitchen area of the dorms. Ghost saw Leshy and froze. They opened their mouth so say something but turned invisible in panic. They opened the fridge, grabbed their weird algae drink, nuts, and fruit then ran back to their room. <br><br>To make matters worse, when they went to attend class Leshy was in their training group. Feeling a bit better after eating and drinking water, they floated over to him (still invisible).&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Sorry about last night,"</span> A distorted voice muttered in his ear before training started. <br><br>They were shocked when the room went dark, and even more so when the drones flew in and started shooting at them. Ghost was unprepared and would have been shot in the chest were it not for phasing quickly out of reflex. They flew over to one that may not have noticed them while phasing and reappeared on top of it. They grabbed onto it and tried angling it away from the group so it wouldn't shoot anyone. They were still invisible, in case that might help them avoid any unwanted attention by the other drones. They wrapped their legs under it too so they had a better grip onto this drone ship. <br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Find cover!"</span> They shouted from the darkness towards the group, hoping the more vulnerable ones out of all of them would follow this order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>23-04-2019, 22:56:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XVw4zy0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aislyn Nox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764201#msg14764201)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dark Wings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leshy - Ghost - Open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Music (https://youtu.be/H5NqIsnyTG8) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm ----&gt; Holodeck/Classroom<br><hr><br>Aislyn handled partying way better than most people would have, but then again she was what she was. She had awakened <em>before</em> the sun, even if it meant just the tiniest of naps had happened. She was still bursting with energy, especially after she had left her room and gone straight to getting food. She knew there was gonna be something happening, but she had her own things to do first. She did her morning vigils and then made her way back to the Dorms where she noticed Leshy cooking, she gave a salute of playfulness and then turned to get her own breakfast together. She stole some of his potatoes, and exchanged it for some of the eggs she was making - and began just piling on the proteins and other types of morning foods. <br><br>The amount of food on her plate was something that was terrifying to look at for a woman of her size. The fact that she wolfed it down rapidly before taking off to change and shower, was probably just as horrifying of a site for others. <br><br>It was time to meet up and do their stuff for the day. They were all gathered and wandered into a room, classroom, and she found herself feeling the tingles race across her skin. "Night, awaken." She snapped fast as the darkness fell around them and the sounds began to rise - her Raven bursting from her skin and taking flight to fly laps and assess the situation. She was so glad that she had Leshy and Ghost there, they seemed like a good pair to have around.<br><br>Her hands lifting as her hair lifted from around her and the rippling of magic passed over her. "Oi, Cheshire, watch my back?" She called out to Leshy as her hands went up and the magic pulsed the moment the things started firing. "<acronym title="Deflect">Sraonadh</acronym>" She barked out as the barrier of magic burst between her fingers. She could <em>feel</em> Ghost nearby, and realized she was actually really glad to have both of them there. They were... they were the closest thing she had here. <br><br>"Alright, already... I got this..." She said as her hand went up and her blade formed in her hand. "Better to have it and not need it - than need it and not have it, eh?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-04-2019, 23:31:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Dining hall --&gt; Holodeck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>Blake had had a grand night.&nbsp; Much better than he thought this school would be.&nbsp; He was getting up alone, but he knew he didn't go down that way.&nbsp; The fact that he was going to get a shower, he thought it might be best to let whomever she was shower alone or they wouldn't...no they would not be making it to breakfast and after the night he had he was starved.&nbsp; That was the one thing his powers didn't do replenish his reserves, he did need to eat like a horse, he would love to have a bacon IV but that would cause other damage to his body without exercise.&nbsp; He came back to get dress only to find his nocturnal companion gone, he chuckled as it wasn't a problem as he would find her later or with any luck she would find him.&nbsp; <br><br>He went down to breakfast with his shirt open not really thinking much about training.&nbsp; With his mind, he was always ready.&nbsp; He prepared his plate thinking he was doing something till he saw the hot magical redhead with a plate similar to his own.&nbsp; She moved to eat as he did, not pig-like but quick and efficient.&nbsp; He was wowed by her and smirked.&nbsp; 'I think I am in love.'&nbsp; He teased to himself before getting up and going to get a couple more waffles and bacon before he moved to finish off his juice and had to this meeting they had this morning.<br><br>When the group was in there and the room was flooded with darkness he moved to remember where everyone was.&nbsp; He remembers seeing where the guy called wildcard was and moved to throw him at the drones, he saw no reason to get injured and it seems like the RC gods wanted a sacrifice.&nbsp; He watched the redhead witch warrior move quickly though finding this all rather humorous about the fact that she seemed to have this well in hand the rest of them were needed for?&nbsp; He did focus on the seen to find out what the shots would do and what their effect was, but his natural reaction was to attack he wasn't used to finding cover but he reached to his belt for some throwing stars and was going to aim for the lights he could hit three before he used his Wildcard projectile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>24-04-2019, 01:45:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Venom-550x362.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Sam DeMarco<br><strong>Alias</strong> Umbra<br>Tagging: Any<br><hr><br>Sam raised his fist to his mouth to stifle a yawn, having not had quite as much sleep as he would have preferred the night before. The thought of breakfast had been less than appealing, so he settled for an apple and a glass of water. He could always top up properly at lunch.<br><br>The amphitheater was something of a surprise. He'd expected some kind of formal introduction from the staff, full of motivational speech, insights, and assurances that hard work and due diligence would see them doing well here. The slamming of the doors and sudden darkness was enough to send a jolt of adrenalin through his bloodstream, burning away the last of the lethargy of the night before.<br><br><strong>Trouble?</strong><br><br>"Probably not," he murmured. His eyes caught the movement overhead as several drones? Craft? emerged and began to dive on the group. <br><br><strong>Trouble!</strong><br><br>In a moment Malcarion assumed his true form, the liquid darkness enveloping Sam, and a booming laugh rose into the darkness. With an effort of will, Malcarion summoned a pair of pitch black wings and rose into the air, rocketing straight for the oncoming attack craft, spinning laterally to avoid the first bolts of energy that he drew.<br><br><em>Do you have a plan?</em><br><br><strong>"They attacked us without provocation. They are therefore bad guys. And I get to eat them."</strong><br><br><em>Hulk smash, got it.</em><br><br><strong>"Yes, good plan. I like this plan."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>24-04-2019, 23:50:39</strong>
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				(https://www.fuckyeahcurvygirls.com/wp-content/uploads/perfect-thick-body.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Tara O'Dell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Goddess<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any<br><br>Tara had had a rather pleasant night, all things considered. She hadn't indulged in the alcohol provided. She found that alcohol dulled her senses and clouded her judgment. The mingling was...nice. She mingled for a time, made a few new "friends", and eventually ended the night in the bed of Daisy. The super-strong girl was a treat to herself for behaving so well earlier. And Daisy was a sweet treat indeed. As she thought, the girl had been completely inexperienced, and Tara had taken the time to take the girl's firsts, and enjoy a very pleasurable evening with her.<br><br>In the morning, she took advantage of the extra time to have another round with the besotted Daisy before getting up and letting Daisy bathe, dress, and feed her. She had gathered a few of her favorites from the day before and let them escort her to class. Once she arrived at the amphitheater, she barely had a moment to adjust her eyes when the darkness came. Then the...<em>spaceships?</em> Appeared. "What the hell?!"<br><br>She dodged behind a chair. "Daisy, Marcus, Gabby, destroy those things!" The super-strong Daisy rocketed forward to attack one of the spaceships, while Gabby unleashed her optic energy blasts and Marcus laid down a wall of flame in the general direction of the spaceships. For her part, Tara kept her head down and called out commands to her drones, coordinating their actions and getting to fight as a team instead of individuals. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Vixen</strong> on <strong>27-04-2019, 00:22:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Jubxmen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Akiko Mizuchi<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arc Angel<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/79/49/3b79493cd5efa065698e3ddec9195b9b.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/3D-Art-Mihail-Vasilev-Exoskeleton-Suit-992x1410.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Training Room <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Training <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Anyone watching; Observing those in action/Open<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Gotta have some tunes baby!&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qICwgHT5rpg (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qICwgHT5rpg)</div></div><br><hr><br>Akiko had gotten dressed in her suit just in case another test presented itself. She hoped it wasn't physically taxing as she had small headache but it was nothing a few painkillers couldn't push away. Akiko's guard started to go up when she saw them being ushered into a large room without any windows or doors save the one. It was obvious something was going to happen. <br><br><em>And here I was thinking they were gonna coddle us letting us sleep in till 10 this morning </em><br><br>Right as rain once the door slammed shut with a resounding boom leaving them in pitch darkness. Akiko hadn't seen anyone just yet that she had talked to so she stayed still debating if she should light up the room when a green light flashed over and over. Mixed reactions started out but Akiko stayed quiet and waited to see what would happen. Soon a droning noise filled the room and what looked like spaceships appeared and started to fire upon them. Pushing hard off the ground Akiko flew into the air hands extended out in front of her as electricity shot out forming a large wall in front of her. If the ships were shooting bullets they would stick to the wall of lightning like flies to sticky paper. If it was energy of some sorts coming at her it was a 50/50 shot of how effective it would be at slowing or stopping whatever the ships were shooting at them. Akiko looked to see that a beautiful woman was commanding some people together as a team, Umbra had taken flight as well bringing the fight to the ships in the sky, another man used a fellow student as a projectile, another beautiful woman with vivid red hair was using magic or something of the sort to create protection as well,&nbsp; while another person moved with the speed and grace of a large cat. It was a beautiful sight to Akiko, seeing all these abilities in use. If they worked together she was confident they could prevail. Maintaining her electric shield wall with one hand she began shooting a stream of lightning into the closest ship she could find. <br><br>"Don't rely on my wall! It's good for solid projectiles but if they shoot energy you've only got a 50% chance of it stopping or being slowed enough for you to dodge!" She called out to anyone hiding behind her makeshift cover. It was important they understood the limited cover she could provide it wouldn't do to let someone get hurt and them thinking she failed them. Her normally brown eyes were now lit up a bright electric blue. <br><br><hr><hr><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://lic.me/i/19ze8)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Amelia Powelli<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Blink<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/226/3/4/commission__oc_silhouette_by_iurypadilha-d6i6mj9.jpg) </div></div><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Training Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Training Ambush<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Gotta have some tunes baby!&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdHujs6UMYw (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdHujs6UMYw)</div></div><br><hr><br>Amelia felt like crap. That and very sore. A good sore but still she felt bleh. It was all the drinking and none of the holding back. <br><br><em>Gah! Kill me...I'll never drink again I swear</em><br><br>The pounding in her head would only get better if she could down some pills, get some food and maybe a shot or two to take the edge off. Rubbing her eyes she got up and started to get ready so she wouldn't feel like crap anymore. She could remember having some seriously hardcore sex with someone last night but she couldn't remember his name, it was all a little blurry..but hot. Grabbing her stuff she hurried to get rid of her pounding headache. <br><br>After getting ready and eating some food she started to feel a little better. Perhaps it was the costume. She always felt like a badass when she dressed up as Blink. Looking around for some familiar faces she wondered if this was going to be another test or something since they were all being herded into a big honkin room. It turned out that she needn't to wait long as the door slammed and tossed them into pitch black darkness. The blackness reminded her of something but before she could grasp that thought a light blinked and suddenly spaceships were shooting at them!<br><br>Instinctively she teleported backwards her staff twirling in her hands as she braced for impact. But luckily enough for her there seemed to be plenty of people ready and able to provide cover from the ship's fire. Glad that everyone seemed to be ready and willing to work together Blink looked around wanting to help. She could grab someone and teleport with them onto a ship since her bo staff wouldn't do anything to a ship and teleporting an entire ship was not something she wanted to try right this moment especially when she was slightly hungover. Deciding to take a chance she called out "Hey if anyone needs to get up close and personal with those things I can help! I'm a teleporter we can be in and out before anything even touches us!"<br><br>Blink looked around and waited for someone to take her up on her offer. Already she saw various people kick into action. She wanted a piece of this!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>27-04-2019, 04:59:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/fa/img/0078/14/1392792145288.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Dark Wing, Titan, open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Whoops<br><strong>Location</strong>: Holodeck/Classroom<br><hr><br>Ghost, using their night vision saw Titan/Blake throw something at three of the drones. They still had a firm grip on the one they were on, and reeled it back and pushed it forward into the projectiles Titan was throwing at it. It hit it with tremendous force and the drone had a surge in power. Ghost found themselves electrocuted on accident and was sent falling down with the drone to the floor. This broke their focus and ended their invisibility. They called out in surprise, hoping someone could do something before they slammed into the ground. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>27-04-2019, 07:12:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Dining hall --&gt; Holodeck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>Blake was not happy with this turn of events, this was quite the cluster and he realized he should have been in charge but when Glenda the good witch took over he was left with being the background and watching.&nbsp; He was seeing it all play out and taking in the best strategy to deal with this he saw where everyone was...He even noticed as his blade struck one of the items and it began to come down.&nbsp; The one called Ghost was seemingly disabled.&nbsp; He was waiting for the female body to change, he had found most of them last night either by interaction or deduction so she was the near-albino looking one.&nbsp; She was hot...ok hot enough to not let her go splat!&nbsp; He was no hero, not by a friggin long shot but he couldn't let sexy girls die...he might have a use for them later.&nbsp; But his frustration behind the fact that this woman was about to die on him and it was partly his fault...he sighed in frustration.&nbsp; 'What a bunch of Novices!'<br><br>With a quick motion and a slide he was beneath her and jumped at her using his momentum to pull this one out of the way.&nbsp; "Be careful, I won't be there to save yo ass next time!"&nbsp; he said not realizing he was revealing more about his words than he meant too.&nbsp; Least of all he thought she had a nice behind, he moved to put her down.&nbsp; Not wanting her to thank him and have to do that welcome crap, it was a means to an end and he didn't want that nice guy rep.&nbsp; Not in here anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>27-04-2019, 18:17:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/fa/img/0078/14/1392792145288.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Dark Wing, Titan, open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Whoops<br><strong>Location</strong>: Holodeck/Classroom<br><hr><br>Electricity + Fish monster was a bad combination and Titan sure found that out. Ghost blinked back into consciousness. <br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>"Noted"</span> They replied to Titan getting themselves up. Their humidifier mask made their voice sound deep and distorted, but the anonymity was something Ghost liked to a certain degree. <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"We're going to need a plan, have one in mind mister thinker?"</span> They asked, having noticed him thinking a lot since seeing him for the first time. Ghost wasn't strong and durable like most of the others, but they could get around unhindered and unseen like no one in the room. Also, team work makes the dream work so they had best get everyone coordinated while they can.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-04-2019, 21:32:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DpG80s-VAAADQMS.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14752011#msg14752011)<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ghost, Titan, Dark Wings, Umbra (mentioned), Goddess, open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom/mini-warzone<br><hr>He watched over Dark Wings while she spoke her words, and worked her magic, intercepting a drone that seemed to have its sights set on her while she was focused. Flick, slash, the sound of metal screeching against metal as he sliced into it, and ripped it in half, discarding the pieces on the floor around him. When she was ready, he was moving again.<br><br>"Coming from the egoist with bad eyes!" He shouted at Titan, when he ehard the comment about novices. Leshy got bad vibes from him, and wasn't above airing his grievances in the middle of a fight, because he could focus on more than two things at once. Counting the milliseconds between blasts of light from the drones, he moved to provide interception coverage by grabbing another drone that seemed ready to attack the prone Ghost, disabling its flight ability, and using it like a discus to send it hurling at a second drone. A suitably dramatic small explosion as the two things clash into each other at very high speeds, which sends a shower of debris that embedded themselves in a nearby wall; carefully calculated so that nobody would get hit by stray 'shrapnel', as his measuring of time, combined with seeing almost perfectly in the relative darkness,&nbsp; not to mention his own alacrity, allowed him to&nbsp; set up the closest thing to a perfect shot as could be done.<br><br>Unaware that his mere presence was probably throwing Sam off, Leshy zig-zagged through the crowd of people. Maintaining momentum and mobility left him a hard target for drones to interact with, and being seemingly all over the place helps him cover people's backs. He grabbed another drone out of the air as it perambulated around him, and quite literally discus throws it towards Goddess whom, to his observation, seemed to care more about bossing people around than getting her hands dirty. "Too much talk, too little walk!"<br><br>Whoosh, he's zig-zagging around again, like a damn tornado. But, he slid around people with grace, staying out of their way; again, this primarily boiled down to an acute sense of timing and the fact that as a lynx, he could move up to fifty miles an hour, and spin on a dime, making him not just fast, but capable of fully utilizing his speed. Trying to track his movements would be like trying to keep track of a RWBY character. <br><br>As he continues to move around the room, he looked for where the drones were 'spawning' from. If he could find some sort of entrance they were using, his next goal was to forcibly shut it, or, barring that option, simply 'camp' the location and shred them as they came through. Even if there were multiple such entry points, effectively shutting down one could help people better focus and coordinate--but it didn't seem like Leshy was that much of a team player. He wasn't tethered or leashed at the moment, and there were only two people in the room--three, technically--that could possibly get him to stop trying to solo everything. <br><br>The two friends who he bonded with last night, and the one who could control people... but she'd have to get her pheromones on him and in him first, and who knows how that will go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>27-04-2019, 22:18:31</strong>
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				(https://www.fuckyeahcurvygirls.com/wp-content/uploads/perfect-thick-body.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Tara O'Dell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Goddess<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leshy, Blink, open<br><br>Tara was busy concentrating on her drones. She had directed Marcus to lay down a wall of flames in the front and above, to cover that approach. "Gabby, eyes left! Strafe counter-clockwise!" At her command, the girl unleashed her optic blasts in a wide arc, from right to left, vaporizing incoming projectiles.<br><br>Then some jerk threw a drone at her. "Daisy to me!" She scrambled over the chair she'd been hiding behind. Daisy, who'd been engaged with two ships, broke away at the sight of Tara in danger. "Goddess!" She flew in, ignoring the blasts of the ships she'd been engaging to uppercut the thrown ship back and up, into a wall.<br><br>Tara glared at Leshy. "<em>I</em> don't fight, arsehole. Me powers aren't geared that way! I <em>coordinate!</em>" She looked over at Amelia for a moment, then an idea hit her. "Take Gabby and Daisy here! Teleport them behind the ships then let them loose!" She beckoned. "Marcus, cover them!" In the meantime, she let her pheromones reach out to some of the other students nearby. There was a boy whose body became liquid metal, and another who could fire concussive force blasts from his hands. "You two, cover me!" A glance of her eyes to yet another thrall, one who generated ice and cold. "And you there! You cover our teleportin' lass! Make sure nothin' happens to her behind enemy lines!"<br><br>She looked to her left. There was a boy whose skin was like granite, and he was generating huge blocks of earth and stone that he threw at the ships. Her pheromones reached out to ensnare him. "You there lad! Help the girl with the lightning! Raise a wall to help with our defenses!" The enthralled boy grinned stupidly, then went and raised a secondary wall behind Akiko's wall of electricity.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>28-04-2019, 04:44:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Dining hall --&gt; Holodeck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>Blake sighed as she continued talking to him, not letting the friendly camaraderie slid he knew what she looked like outside of the outfit she wore.&nbsp; Her mannerisms were different but he could notice certain ticks and he couldn’t help whom he liked.&nbsp; ”Fine! Well Glenda the good witch is taking over right now so since she is calling attention to her.&nbsp; She might not need protection but with as many drones that are in the area others do.&nbsp; See the hot redhead over there controlling people…might be pheromones or something, not sure since I don’t want to be her subject and I deactivate my sense of smell when she is around just in case.&nbsp; She has her own entourage so she would make them have the brick be the target, then have her shooters target the drones from an area of safety.&nbsp; Then opening that keeps releasing drones need to be closed and since she is holding on to an earth mover right now that might be good to use.&nbsp; Since she has someone that can control lightning it would be good to have light!&nbsp; Keeps others from attacking those on the same side.&nbsp; While the dark queen brings down the others in her AOE.&nbsp; Then it is simply more of one on one targeting.&nbsp; That would be the most effective right now.&nbsp; While you wait a few moments with me to regain yourself, keep in mind that you are one of the most lovely creamy creatures I have ever seen.&nbsp; Don’t let anyone tell you different.”&nbsp; He said not flirting so much as letting her know she was very attractive…period.&nbsp; <br><br>“What furball?!?&nbsp; My eyes are pretty good I have you know.”&nbsp; He said ignoring the egotist part, because it wasn’t an insult it was the truth!&nbsp; If he was the best it wasn’t ego!<br><br>“If you want sticking close to Cat-boy with the stick up his ass might be pretty good right now as he might be able to sniff out the entrance, then you can do a system reboot.”&nbsp; He replied quickly changing the subject from what he said about her being attractive.&nbsp; “Your invisibility and phasing is it???…will keep you safer now.”&nbsp; He found himself not wanting to see her hurt.<br><br>He hurled two other sets of stars taking down two more with deep focused accuracy.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>28-04-2019, 09:18:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/fa/img/0078/14/1392792145288.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Dark Wing, Titan, Goddess, open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Battle<br><strong>Location</strong>: Holodeck/Classroom<br><hr><br>If it wasn't so dark, Titan probably would have noticed Ghost's complete lack of interest in being "flirted" with right now, particularly by this jerk. They got up, and brushed themselves off. They weren't 100%, but they weren't completely out of the fight yet.<br><br>"We don't need the earth mover, just cover me and see if you can get folks to distract the drones while I sneak past them. I have an idea to close the drone's entrance," They chimed while turning invisible again. A sign they were shaking it off. One more hit though and they probably wouldn't be much good in this fight anymore. Hopefully the very pretty lady, Goddess, could also keep helping coordinate her folks.<br><br>This guy...wasn't fun to deal with but he was pragmatic and Ghost could appreciate that. "Also, try and get along boys!" They yelled to Leshy and Titan before taking flight towards the other end of the holodeck. Their body dematerialized into electromagnetic energy&nbsp; as they phased across the battlefield. Not much could affect them in this state, not even Goddess' abilities or mundane sensory (even heightened biological sensory abilities). If they passed through anyone, the person might feel a slight tingling/static sensation. Anything that could detect electromagnetic radiation could probably pick up on Ghost in this form. It was a fairly quick jaunt before they rematerialized near the entrance, ready to deal with it immediately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 08:37:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XVw4zy0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aislyn Nox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764201#msg14764201)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Dark Wings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leshy - Ghost - Blake - Anyone - Open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Music (https://youtu.be/H5NqIsnyTG8) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm ----&gt; Holodeck/Classroom<br><hr><br>The time needed to slip into her hero form was completed. That short curvy redhead was suddenly several inches taller, her armor rippling over her frame, and her eyes going dark as did her hair. She shifted back and watched the going on's with a measured eye. She was beginning to move to capture Ghost from their fall, but that one villain got in her way. Her lip curled a little as she gave a look to Ghost that made it clear that she hoped they were ok. Her movements bringing her over towards Ghost and Leshy. "Careful Wisp..." She whispered in a low voice as she ducked her head close to Ghost just before they did their thing and began to work on combat again. Aislyn was moving around the field, so the bickering between the males had her rolling her eyes. <br><br>"Leshy doesn't have a stick up his ass, you just can't pull your head outta yours!" Dark Wings hollered at the villain as she cupped her hands around her mouth. The wings that came with this form producing a protective barrier for her as she took to the sky. "Concentrated efforts, start gathering closer and closer together. If you condense the knots of people - the ships have to split due to that. It means that their spray isn't as close together and we can make pathways to get people in to destroy where they are coming out of." She called out to the others, she obviously had little faith in 'Titan' - especially after the way she observed his interactions with the two people that Dark Wings had found herself being most tied to.<br><br>She began her own assault on the drones that got too close, her arm coming up as a barrier of energy formed around her arm. She kept herself moving and kept an eye on Leshy and Ghost. She was protective of both of them and had no problems slinging verbal stew at others just for talking shit about what she considered to be close to her. The woman jumped, and released a full swing of her blade to attack one of the drones that were coming in.<br><br>"Unless we are all just going to have a metaphorical dick waving contest, which I should make you all aware - I have a fuckin' sword and if you can't start suckin' shit up and working on a plan that doesn't involve biting off each other's heads... I'ma start chopping off said dicks that are being waved." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 16:33:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Blake Mitchell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Titan<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Villain<br><strong>Location: </strong> Dining hall --&gt; Holodeck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div> <br>&nbsp; <br>“Done.”&nbsp; Was all he said taking one last look as she ran off.&nbsp; She wouldn’t get hit as long as he was alive.&nbsp; “I don’t have to get ‘along’&nbsp; I just have to not kill him!”&nbsp; He said as he would work on studying Leshy since he wanted to attack him verbally he would make sure he couldn’t attack him any other ways.&nbsp; “Hey Bridge…Poker…Pinochle.&nbsp; Can you put a suppressing fire down with your cards, you don’t have to hit everything just need a distraction.”&nbsp; He yelled at the guy he saw after the rest of the demos.&nbsp; He knew his name, he had heard him give it in fact, the fact that he said everything dealing with cards but the right name let him know he did have his name in his mind somewhere, but wasn’t bothering to remember it right now.<br><br>He couldn’t help but to admire the redhead as she was sexy beyond words, but she seemed to be upset that he had caught Ghost which was weird in itself.&nbsp; ‘Possessive much?!?’&nbsp; He thought thinking the transformation was nice…long to him, but the dark haired woman was nice, but he liked red a bit more.&nbsp; But there was no time to admire, till she started to speak to him about her pet.&nbsp; “I was unaware that your pet needed your protection.”&nbsp; He said to her in response apparently red didn’t like anyone that wasn’t part of her vaunted trio.&nbsp; He notice her closeness with the furball and Ghost.&nbsp; “Yes, Mistress…anything you say Mistress…is there anything else Mistress?”&nbsp; He taunted, between this one and the one calling herself the ‘Goddess’ most of the school would be in their thrall by mid-semester.&nbsp; He wasn’t one of the mindless masses and he would be subject to neither of them.&nbsp; Obviously there was a plan in the works and since it wasn’t her plan she figured it wasn’t good enough.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not that it mattered to her that he had just saved Ghost from being seriously injured.&nbsp; No matter he was used to people ignoring him for one reason or another.&nbsp; So keeping to himself had worked out fine till this moment and would continue too.<br><br>“You’re the only one still talking!&nbsp; Or can’t the man-child verbally defend himself?”&nbsp; He said as he moved to attack a few more drones from the area of safety, watching them fall.&nbsp; “No one is afraid of you if that is what you are lookin’ for and if your pet were to have kept his damned mouth shut about me he wouldn’t get some smack said back!&nbsp; So your chopping needs to go in the right damned direction first!”&nbsp; He said wishing he would have simply ignored her seeing as if you weren’t in her damned click you didn’t matter.&nbsp; His mind told him that was her opinion of him at least, so he moved back to the shadows rolling away as he stood close to Ghost to keep the drones from attacking her at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 17:07:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DpG80s-VAAADQMS.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Alfred Birche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14752011#msg14752011)<br><strong>Alias</strong> Leshy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Titan, Dark Wings (mentioned), open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom/mini-warzone<br><hr>"I don't need to measure my dick," Pause--slice, smash, drone destroyed. He stayed at his 'camping' spot to destroy newly spawned drones. "I already know it's bigger than Mister Titan's. Which, spoiler alert, terrible villain name! Where's the originality? You're, like, the fifteenth Titan that'll come from this place--if you make it past midterms."&nbsp; Leshy had no problem running his mouth, and focusing on the drones. There was a pattern to their behavior, and he understood the timing at least, so that made it easier.<br><br>"I mean, seriously," He lets out a chuckle as he grabs two drones, and smashes them together into scrap metal. "Man-child? That's not even low-hanging fruit, that's fruit fallen off the tree. You can do better then that. Your super-weakness is clearly a lack of imagination." He was quite amused by Titan, which might be the infuriating thing.&nbsp; Hell, he was all but laughing at him. "Also, if you try to play the hero card, you're the one who committed <acronym title="an alternative term for 'friendly fire'">blue-on-blue contact</acronym>. I mean, christ--" pause, a drone had clipped him in the shoulder, but it only seemed to enrage him. He grabbed it, and used it like a discus to take out another drone across the room, though this time, the shrapnel might rain down on 'innocents'. Oh well, they should be cognizant enough to get out of the way, or powerful enough to handle some debris. "If we could weaponize your ego, the rest of us could be in bed still, chrome dome." Double poke, both at his shaved baldness, and at him being egotistical--again. Seemed like Leshy's favorite insult. <br><br>Oh yes. He was treating this like a freakin' joke, but the thing is, he's also focused on his task. He's not sure if the point was to rack up some sort of drone kill-count, to see how they interacted with each other, how fast they could disable whatever was making them, or what it was... but he's being good at keeping drones down, so that others can do other stuff. The bantering/badgering was just, like, gravy on the 'tatoes. <br><br>...Mmm, potatoes. He should have eaten more. He wasn't going to be able to keep up this form for much longer, but it's a good thing he had brought back up weapons. Now, if only he could throw some blister powder on Titan without unnecessarily exposing others to it... Oh well, he can knock over that glass of water from the coffee table at a later date. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack of Jacks</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 19:55:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/fa/img/0078/14/1392792145288.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <br><strong>Name</strong>: X015<br><strong>Alias</strong>: Ghost<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leshy, Dark Wing, Titan, Goddess, open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Battle<br><strong>Location</strong>: Holodeck/Classroom<br><hr><br>Ghost phased across the battlefield and as a result wasn't near anyone at the moment, lest they try and get past a couple dozen drones on their own. They re-materialized invisible near the drone entrance, which stood some forty feet high. They hovered there.<br><br>"Mine's probably bigger," They thought jokingly (or was it smugly) after passively hearing Dark Wing's comment to Titan and Leshy. They ignored the bickering and focused on the task at hand. Titan was an ass, and looked at Ghost like a piece of meat. They almost slapped him when he talked to them the way he did, but they didn't need the extra drama. <br><br>A drone came through and Ghost did the risky thing of becoming visible. It flew at them and began shooting. Ghost swerved and charged towards it, getting hit on the shin in their efforts to grab onto it. They did, however, grab a hold of the drone from the top. It was still shooting as they swung it around and pointed it at the entrance where the shots cracked the concrete and made the entrance collapse. Ghost's plan was successful, but now the drone was began rising swiftly to the ceiling. Ghost hopped off of its back before getting crushed and flew off, becoming invisible again. Their leg was injured, and it hurt like a bitch but thankfully nothing too serious. Some of the drones had seen them and began shooting in their direction. They flew back to the other side of the holodeck to avoid getting shot again. They were now separated from the rest of the group. They would soon learn these drones had heat sensors, and could still see them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GabeTheKid</strong> on <strong>02-05-2019, 17:44:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xjhTJfR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Runner<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Trials morning, Day 1<br><strong>Starting Location:</strong> Outside the school premises<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone still around the course<br><hr><br>&nbsp;With the newly acquired bat starting to tax muscles rarely used, he arrived at the other side of the city, at the gates of Super High. After locating the button decorated with the symbol of a bell, the locking mechanisms clattered for a while, then the comically huge gates gave way for him to explore. With this permission granted, he headed straight to the first door he could find, to talk to the first person there, to ask for directions about what to do. The man in the outhouse of gardening supplies seemed eager to help.<br>-Sorry. Where can i apply with this? - he asked, presenting the golden card he won just last night.<br>-Oh! Howdy, fella! Gosh, I'm not sure but if i were you, I'd go to the main reception. Just follow the road you came in on but I'd hurry, the trials have allready started!<br>&nbsp;He forced a weakly floating "thank you" out of the mouth as he turned and followed the directions given, which led to a great building. Having helpfull people put on the obvious route a newcomer would take sounds logical, but with his luck, it's better to make sure. But what was that about trials? Could it be the yearly event everyone talks about for like a month every year? He never payed much attention to it as the information seemed to serve no purpose. <br>-Wasn't that sopposed to be staged anyway? No way a school would put their new students in such danger, right? No way... <br>The entrance hall housed the reception. Picking the person looking the most bored, he walked up, produced the golden card and shallowly exclaimed:<br>-I won this.<br>In the heat of the moment he completely forgot about having the first part of every conversation, but instead of the questioning yet disapproving look of a stranger, he was met with well oiled enthusiasm and cheerfullness.<br>-Fill this out and you can head straight to the course! - exclaimed the receptionist.<br>He took the paper and pen shoved towards him and sat down to one of many tables in the hall. The questions put fourth by the form made him feel like he was attending a job interview, pushing him to describe himself in the best light possible. A quick look from the cheerfull receptionist and a quick scan with a machine was all it took to attain yet another set of directions that took him to the course, and not a minute too soon as there were only him and another person waiting to be tried. <br>&nbsp;A big clock ticking down, a grandstand full of cheering people and an immense course littered with obstacles geared to find any weakness in one's physique. Looking across the proving grounds, he noticed the three students giving their all but rather than having a good look at their powers, he pleasantly noted that the start and finish line were within line of sight to each other. One step in and out of a portal should be enough. <br>-Just have to make sure i can't be disqualified for going "around" the course. No portals before the timer starts and before i step over the starting line. This should be easier than expected even without rehearsals. - he thought to himself. It seemed that his luck turned 180 degrees since yesterday.<br><br>&nbsp;As the cheers for the previous group faded and the clock got reset to five minutes, he and the other guy have been instructed to different podiums to start. Resting the bat on his shoulder, getting ready to take 2 steps and get to the top of the list under the timer, he let out a sigh of relief. Two lower pitched beeps and then a higher, louder one marked the start of the trial. And with that, at blinding speed, houndreds of walls erected leaving time to catch only a glimpse of the finish line appearing in a different location, then ceilings erected from the walls, capping the structure and leaving only darkness for a moment in dead silence. The course eventually treated it's captives with an ominous, deep red floor lighting, revealing the first short corridor and the T junction at the end.<br>&nbsp;Designating an initiation point confirmed his fear, he didn't have enough time to set one at the finish line. The wall was black and cold to the touch. A metal maybe.<br>-Damn it! - he exclaimed as he found himself in the absolute worst environment for his power, a maze.<br>-Allright... Pick a hand and follow the wall on that side. That's the most efficient way to cross a maze.- He thought out loud in an attempt of calming himself down after this new development but just as he uttered the words, loud bangs, gongs and cluttering could be heard from behind the walls.<br>-Oh... Yeah... Actually that's the most efficient way..-he said defeated as the banging noise got further and further away.<br><br>&nbsp;He peered to the left to see if the could see and use the route the other guy punched through the walls but all his side had was a ramp elevating and separating him from the other contender. After making peace with the return of his usual luck, he slowly accelerated to running speed, taking every right turn possible. Every elevation and depression noted in his brain, he was now two levels over the finish line. Contemplating the complexity of this structure his eyes caught something. The red glint of a piece of fishing wire about 30 centimeters from the floor, the dim red underlight barely tinting it to make it stand out from the dark backdrop. Approaching it, keeping his eyes on the wire and it's immediate surroundings he felt tugging on his leading leg.<br>&nbsp;Looking down revealed a second, black wire blending in perfectly into this environment. Even the allmost instant initiation of the portal under his feet and and the downward acceleration provided by gravity have allmost been futile to avoid a swinging weight propelled from a trap door in the ceiling. After observing the mass swing by through the portal, Runner found himself back at the starting line where he set the the first initiation point to test if the one at the finishline worked. <br><br>&nbsp;After the weight settled a bit, he climbed back over to the other side. Touching the weight while squeezing past revealed it to be stone. Collecting his bat and slowing his target speed to a light jog, still sticking to the right wall, he reasoned that the variety of materials means that power over a single type wont let you to just open a road to the finish line. But as he allmost started to praise how well this course has been thought out the corridor gave way to a chamber with 3 routes to take on his level and about 8 on two others.<br>-Sticking to a wall just won't work anymore. - he confessed, trying to remember his orientation to the start or finishline.<br>&nbsp;When he managed to get his bearings he opened a portal two levels below and one on his to get down. In the perceived direction of the finishline was a corridor ending in a left turn and cut in half by a long chasm.<br>-That's a good sign, they don't want me to go there.- he thought to himself, trying to make light of the situation.<br>Standing at the edge of this hole into nothingness, he opened a portal to&nbsp; the other side but because of the angle and distance he couldn't get it perfect, and the portal couldn't spread to it's maximum size. It landed just before the corner,pointing at the ground awkwardly but a somersault could work quickly.<br><br>&nbsp;Just as he tumbled out of the portal and gained his footing in a crouching stance from a roll that wasn't even on speaking terms of gracefull, under his foot the rectangular floor of the turn sunk half a centimeter with a smooth and expensive sounding click. The sound barely registered for interpretation before this same sense got overwhelmed by a rumble.<br>-something to the left- the voice of his mind warned, as he turned his head to the source. <br>His eyes strained trying to follow focus on the wall approaching at an incredible speed. Before understanding what happened he initiated a portal, then with a blinding light and unearthly racket of shearing metal, he felt the world tumble over from under his foot. And then, with a bone rattling bang, came darkness.<br><br>&nbsp;A few seconds went past while he started to comprehend that he's still alive. The ringing in his ear starting to overstay its welcome, every point of skin on his left side in contact with the ground sending alarming signals of heat.<br>-At least now i know which way is down- he thought to himself in pitch black, but as soon as he tried taking advantage of this information he banged his head into the ceiling. After a bit of cursing and rubbing of the forehead, followed by fiddling in his pocket he managed to get a hold of his lighter and coaxed it into life. The weak flame illuminated an unfamiliar space completely enclosed, barely big enough to house him. After fidgeting some more in an attempt to riddle this conundrum, searing pain started emanating from his left ankle. Eventually delegating some more attention to his surroundings, he found that the knocked over cylinder in which he has ended up had warm walls littered with an odd assortment of shiny and matte spots and rings going all around but the caps were still cold to the touch.<br>&nbsp;Looking more closely, the circular face at the top of his head was his portal stuck partially open but got completely blocked from the other side by a completely smooth material that didn't refract light at all. The realization came slowly but surely.<br><br>&nbsp;The metal boulder has been moving with such inertia that upon contacting the partially opened portal, the middle of the boulder forced itself through, shearing itself all the way around, ending up poking out from the opening left on the other side of the ravine. The rest of it just slowly ground to a stop but not before knocking runner's foot out from under him and laying him inside the space the teleported metal should have occupied, then making full contact with the wall that was to the right of him.<br>&nbsp;The irony of thinking that he was dead but waking up in a coffin hasn't lost on him. Though he found it funny, his body refused to respond with an impulsive chuckle on account of the sudden and unexpected pains.<br>-Well at least now i know for sure that the portals can't move. Makes sense... Space can only be occupied but never moved.- he tried jogging his memory to shake off the effects of adrenaline.<br>&nbsp;As he willed the portals to start closing in an attempt to open one again that isn't filled to the edge with metal, the portal's edges that are normally just thin black lines surrounded by a halo of distorted refraction started to glow red hot and sent sparks into the small chamber Runner got stuck inside of. The sounds of the metal pleading with the rules of physics reverberated from the walls of the confined space and grew to deafening levels of loudness even though runner was forcing his fingers into his ears with all his might. After an agonizing time that seemed to stretch to hours, the glowing nailhead of the portal disappeared into nothingness and gave Runner to the darkness for it to embrace him once more. The slab of metal from the other side punctuated this with a blunt thud.<br>-The same spot will do- he thought as he willed the portals to open up again, preventing the need to find and fiddle with his lighter that has been running on fumes for the past week.<br>&nbsp;The portals opened up as far as the cylinder allowed and Runner clumsily appeared back on the other side of the abyss. He reached back for his bat to use it as a walking stick. he went back to the chamber to pick another route. This time, after passing a wooden corridor with some motion detectors that seemed to do nothing, he emerged to an even bigger stone chamber, could have been 6 levels deep from where he was and another 3 levels to the top.&nbsp; If memory served him right, he should still have been on the correct level but at this point, it was hard to tell. The pain from his ankle now dragged him to a limp, he randomly opened a portal in one of the many openings on the other side on his level but as he started to open the other, the chamber started to shake and crumple, leading the way: the corridor he was in.<br><br>&nbsp;With his busted leg he couldn't&nbsp; leap or jump far enough to get through a portal completely in time, so the only way was down the chamber. Falling head first, he set an initiation point in mid air but when the portal opened, the view that greeted him were the openings of the chamber's wall, with the collapsing corridor in the middle. He was allready through when he realized he opened the portal the wrong way around. He gained immense speed at this point as he got flung back into the chamber to fall another 6 or 7 levels. The crackling chamber has allready started to give in to the persuasion of gravity, letting go of smaller stones from it's ceiling but Runner needs to do something about this speed. He opened two portals next to each other on the ground, which propelled him into oncoming debris, but gravity was now on his side. Peering into every opening he hand the chance to, one caught his eyes.<br>&nbsp;A long corridor ending in a left turn that had the inviting rays of sunlight seducing Runners gaze. Without hesitation, Runner set the initiation point at the end of the corridor, facing the sunlight and opened a new portal under him. Making sure this time it was the right way around, he gained some extra speed on the way down but after this, there were no second chances.<br><br>&nbsp;Runner flew straight out of the maze, followed by a huge cloud of dust and debris ranging from pebbles to potentially deadly stones to a sound of a deafening airhorn. Upon contact, the ground grabbed onto his arm and face, turning raw speed into rotation, forcing him to part ways with his baseball bat and sending him into a rough tumble before contacting the wall about 20 meters from the exit.<br>&nbsp;The impact left him on the edge of falling unconscious, but somehow he managed to stay awake. The muffled sound of the grandstands seemed to range from disappointment to elation and from terror to entertainment. As he tried to get a grip, the announcers voice through the speaker cut through the haze of reality:<br>The last contender finished the course with barely over one second to spare! Give him and everyone else who managed to overcome the odds today a round of applause! They all deserve it!<br><br>As the quick response paramedics, who were on standby near the course for such an occasion, arrived to take him away, his mind started to reach a revelation. Even with the fog of adrenaline dulling his common sense, forcing every receptor in his brain to only bother with the singular moment that happens right after the present one, one of his past mistakes became blatantly obvious:<br>-I shouldn't have put "won't break under pressure" on the "perks" list
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>02-05-2019, 18:02:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lparchive.org/NieR-Automata/Update%2021/67-xfnJjbH.gif)</div>.&nbsp; <br><strong>Name:</strong> A.m.i.e<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Livewire<br><strong>Job role: </strong>Sidekick<br><strong>Location: </strong>Holodeck<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Arc Angel specifically, all in room, Open<br><hr>Amy stepped through the threshold into the room, her small frame lagging behind the others, wishing she had the forsight to of come in her A.m.b.r, but the size of the hallways would not of allowed it to happen. She was unsure as to what the school had planned for them but figured she wouldn't be in any real danger... Right.<br><br>Wrong.<br><br>Soon the lights went out and Pandemonium broke loose as the group was beset by what appeared to be fighter craft. Drones? she thought to herself as they began to buzz around the students, Some like Arc angel jumped into action and made a point of trying to protect others, others like Umbra and what seemed like most others in the room were either straight up on the attack, although the manner that they spoke could easily imply they would be going after each other soon. Amy had little choice but to look on however, her abilities and the A.M.I.E were not suited for this sort of combat and left her feeling massively out of her depth. For now it was all she could really do was to hide under Arc Angels shield and hope for the best while she tried to figure out what she was going to do to contribute to this situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Empyrean</strong> on <strong>02-05-2019, 21:32:42</strong>
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				(https://www.fuckyeahcurvygirls.com/wp-content/uploads/perfect-thick-body.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Tara O'Dell<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Goddess<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Livewire, open<br><br>Tara was busy coordinating her team of drones while the others talked and fought. The banter was annoying, but she pushed it out of her mind. Let them gab all they liked, so long as they dealt with the enemy. She didn't want to be the only one doing work out here after all!<br><br>Spotting the new girl hiding behind Arc Angel's shield, she directed her earth-moving drone to raise a wall of stone around her. "Lass, get over here! It'll be safer!" This one didn't seem to be a fighter, and the sooner she was protected and out of harm's way, the sooner her drones could take the offense to the enemy. Besides, she might be like her, in that her powers weren't suited for combat. Still, she must have had <em>some</em> useful ability to be accepted here. Perhaps Tara could find a use for her when this ridiculous fighting was done?<br><br>Either way, she beckoned to Amy, commanding her earthmover to raise a wall connecting Amy's hiding spot to her own so she'd be protected the whole way over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Super High Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>07-05-2019, 16:48:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Michael Drake<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Wildcard<br><strong>Job Role: </strong> Minion<br><strong>Location: </strong> Dining hall --&gt; Holodeck<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blink, (Open)<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fe/33/43/fe33432a76f45b6826b832711d175518.png)</div>. <br>&nbsp;<br>Not his best night for sure.&nbsp; He had big plans but things didn't turn out the way he wanted for sure.&nbsp; Now he was in a room with everyone and it was more free for all as the drones seemed to be moving around firing.&nbsp; There was real ammo so they were doing damage and he moved.&nbsp; He dove behind some cover only to look up and see a woman offering what he loved to do, sneak in and out.&nbsp; <br><br>He was more than open to the request, especially seeing who it was.&nbsp; "I will volunteer...for the good of zee mission."&nbsp; He said. As he stood moving close to her.&nbsp; he had card dispenser attached to each wrist as well as a few other decks that he kept on his person.&nbsp; They were light and destructive for sure when applied right.
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