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[Action/Classroom (Music)]

[The writing on the chalk board has six composers with their works scrambled in a cloud below. He translated the same concept in Japanese and Mandarin Chinese for those students that are still learning English.

Wearing mostly one color is easier to camouflage than wearing three of four colors. He is often strange that way. Today, it's white.]

Now class, we are going to play a little matching game. I'm going to ask a student to come up and play a few bars from the first piece that comes to mind from the composers that I have written on the board behind me and the first person that guesses it correctly will choose a student to play next for the game. The one who has the most correct will gain amnesty for this week's quiz with an automatic A.

This is to encourage participation. Even if you get them wrong, don't despair. There's always next week and a little reading never hurts.

That sounds fair, doesn't it? Now, are there any questions before we begin?

[Action/Training (Danger Room)]

[Lee's X-Men suit isn't black like the others. The material on it seems more iridescent and changes with the light than a solid color. He closes his eyes for a moment while he breathed. His hands flex and the color begins to change to a dark blue along with his skin and hair. A slow exhale, his skin and costume take on the texture of concrete along with the color.

This is his warm up. He cycles through the entire spectrum before he returns to normal. Having the ability of a chameleon only much more advanced has its disadvantages. He has to flex once in a while to keep it sharp. Bending light is an interesting feat.

With the students now lining up, he smiles and motions with his hands in a dramatic fashion into a bow.]

Good afternoon. I am your instructor Lee Chaolan, or Mister Lee for those of you that prefer to call me by my first name. Excellent!

Now then, let's play a little game of hide and seek. Each one of us are having to fight random opponents in this place. If you are discovered, you will have to fight to find your ally. Your ally is your classmate. I will be included in this exercise only I will be the enemy. If I find you and I beat you in a fight, you're considered dead and must report to the red circle.

If you find me and beat me, I'm considered dead and the exercise is over. Ready? You have one minute to find your hiding place before I begin the simulation. Go!

[Network]
[There's quite a bit of static and rustling around at first. Like Rin doesn't really know what he's doing, which is the case. He's completely hopeless when it comes to technology.]

This thing workin' right? People can hear me? [He clears his throat.]

Students of Xavier's this is resident overlord spe-- [Oh he can't even finish. He thinks he's too funny with his introduction. So he's just going to laugh for a little while.]

Okay...okay. Uh, anyway. I'm Rin and I've actually been here a while but I can never figure out these computers so hey. Sup. Also to that kid who's book I accidentally set on fire earlier today, sorry. M'bad.

[Prose]
Rin normally stuck to himself. He had always been kind of a loner before coming to the school and even after that remained the same. For the first year or so he was just too dangerous around others. His flames were set off by the tiniest provocation. Luckily he'd been learning control. He rarely flared up when angered anymore. It really took a lot to get him to go all blue flames on someone.

But sometimes it still happened. Sometimes his concentration would lapse and something as simple as a sneeze would cause him to set something on fire. And at that moment he was having quite the sneezing fit.

Edited 2012-10-04 23:56 (UTC)

[ Prose ]

Dressed in gym clothes, her long blonde hair tied up in red ribbons, a woman stood in the center of a gym mat. There were no classes happening at the moment, and though there might be a few students and other residents mingling about, the space was largely empty.

She could do this outside, but when she pushes her limits she tends to get distracted easily by the sights and sounds.

Yukari spreads her hands open, eyes closed, mind focused on the task at hand. Before her is a narrow, but long tear in the air. This "gap" is pitch black, but leaves no shadow even as it expands to the space of about a meter. Her hand moves and the shape follows the gesture, the abyss growing until it looks as if the entire oval could engulf a door.

Then, eyes squeezing shut tighter, she changes her stance and appears to be pushing on this shape. Her hands never make contact, but nevertheless it is obvious what she is after. There doesn't seem to be any progress, and the void soon fills with an odd sort of static. The snowy pattern intensifies until a minute passes and it blinks from existence, the woman collapsing to her knees on the mat.

(Anyone with the appropriate sort of psychic abilities will have heard or felt that static hiss before growing and growing, until the gap disappeared. It was coming from her just as much as it was coming from inside that hole, for reference!)

[ Action ]

[ The woman in the elegant dress was new to the campus. Her arrival had been earlier in the day, beginning with a meeting in Xavier's office, and now she was wandering the grounds outside and learning the layout.

Violet eyes regarded the scenery from under a sturdy pink parasol, her expression shifting from the curious, to enamored, to bored. It's hard to tell what she's thinking and, indeed, her thoughts are quite mixed about all this.

But she is here now, and she means to stay. To do that, Yukari must investigate, and what better way to do that than to stand in a common outdoor area and look positively lost? Surely someone will come to her aid. ]

[Action: Outside Gardens]

When not teaching a class, Robin liked to sit and observe the rest of the school. During lunch, she usually found herself sitting under the same tree, eating her lunch while watching everyone else interact and enjoy herself. It wasn't that she liked being alone, not at all. Just just enjoyed observing, since that is what she has always done.

She thinks back to some of her previous travels to India, walking down a street on the way to some old Hindu ruins in the jungle. The kids playing on the street, oblivious that the lady walking past them was a mutant. She compared them to how these mutant kids in front of her were playing just the same way.

She smiled. If only people could realize that they were not so different from each other.

However, she was interrupted from her thoughts as an object goes flying towards her head. Without even flinching, a hand grew from her shoulder and caught it. She turn towards the direction it came from, and smiled at who caused it to fly toward her.

"I believe this is yours."

[Action: History Class(right after the NYC incident)]

[As you walk into class the teacher Miss Nico Robin is sitting at her desk, reading a book titled, "Utopias: A Brief History from Ancient Writings to Virtual Communities" Behind her There is a arm coming out from the wall, writing down the days assignment. Seems to be a continuation from last weeks class on Mesopotamia.

When the bell Rings, Her arm finishes writing on the board, and she closes her book. She stands up and walks to the front of the class.]

Welcome again. I hope you all had an enjoyable weekend. Before we start today's subject, I wanted to talk about what happened last weekend in New York City. Can anyone here tell me what they know about the Brotherhood of mutants?

[action: hedge maze]

There's a bench along one of the least-traveled parts of the maze, close to one of the most twisting, turning, dead -end paths. And on this bench, Yvette sits, crouched like an animal and watching the leaves at the very top of the hedges flutter in the wind.

She remains still, like a deer, her wide blue eyes transfixed above her head. She feels the wind on her skin, blowing through the quills that make up her hair, her claws idly scraping at the stone of the bench. Unless she hears a noise nearby, she remains nearly oblivious, lost in thoughts no one else can know.

[action: classroom]

It's pretty clear Yvette's not comfortable sitting in the desk, but she tries, seeing all the other children doing so. She keeps shifting, though, trying to find a position where she feels comfortable without hunching over or perching on top of the desk itself.

When papers are passed out to each desk, she cocks her head, attempting to understand just what's been placed in front of her. She still knows very little English, and can read even less than that. So when it comes to understanding the assignment? She's lost.

Her face leans closer as she scrutinizes the page, trying to discern any meaning to it.

Edited 2012-10-05 17:45 (UTC)

[Action/Main Lobby-Hallways]

*Well. Chika didn't really want to admit it, but she was completely lost. No idea where she was in the school at all. Well, that's not true, she was pretty sure that she had been here before.

She just didn't know where 'here' actually led to. And connected to. And you know, where her room or where she was supposed to be taking classes are. So, it was time to really ask the next person she saw where to go.

So, congrats whoever you are. You have a little girl coming over to you looking a bit shy and confused.*

Umm... do you know where the classrooms for the younger kids are? I'm kinda lost.

[Action/Danger Room]

Yes, your eyes are not deceiving you. There's an eleven year old in the Danger Room. Thankfully, there's nothing in the Danger Room that's on, but it's still not something you'd think would be happening all that often.

Still, the reason why there is a young girl in the Danger Room should become immediately apparent once she holds her hands close together and a small green ball of fire sparks to life in her hands, just hovering around between those tiny hands for a moment... before exploding outwards away from her in a brilliant display of emerald explodiness that actually sent Chika flying backwards a bit, knocking her to the ground.

She sighed, slowly getting up to her feet as the sprinklers activated, as the fire smothered out with nothing to catch on fire.*

... Why does it always go out of control like that?

[Action: Kitchens]

[It had started as idle evening conversation: boy, I'd really like some brownies. And everyone had agreed! Brownies would be a great idea. They could go down to the kitchen and get out some pans and some chocolate, and bake up a whole bunch, and they'd eat brownies until they fell over, and it'd be great. Right?

...who knew how to cook, again? Wait, Rosa knew how to cook! Wasn't she always making things? Rosa, would you please make us some brownies? We'll help!

They were so excited, and they wanted it so much, how could she say no? Even if she still had piles of homework to do, even if there was somewhere that she really needed to be in an hour... alright. She'd show them how to make brownies.]

Alright.... alright. we've got two square pans, two bowls, the mixing spoons, a whisk, the flour, the butter, the sugar, the eggs.... um, and what kind of chocolate is there? Cocoa powder? Baker's chocolate?

[...there was no way this could go wrong. She had done this dozens of times before. Everything would be fine. Right?]

[Action: Danger Room]

[Archery may not have been a 'mutant power' of hers, but it was still something that Rosa was very proficient at. There were trophies on her shelf and ribbons on her wall back home to prove it. But right now, that felt like the only proof that she had. All of her wins had been with a recurve bow. That's what you competed with. That's what was allowed at the Olympic level. But she had been given a compound bow here, a fancy thing with cables and pulleys. It must have been terribly expensive, and she was very grateful, of course... but it was taking some getting used to.]

....tch! Drat...

[That shot had hit the target, but it didn't hit dead center. Not good enough. She nocks another arrow and takes aim again.]

[Prose]

"...Oh. Oh wow."

Well, it was one thing to work on things at home. Quite another to work on things in a place designed for designing. Donatello did enjoy the solitude he got at home - really, his brothers didn't generally bother him when he was working on a project - but he'd never been allowed in a place so...perfect for building projects. Not that he'd never been in a place like this, but as for being allowed to tinker with this kind of technology and supply base-

~~Where was this place his whole life? How could he have not known this place existed!? Why did he think this place was evil--well, never mind that question, he'd had his reasons.~~

The moment his eyes came upon the workshop room, there was no holding Don back. Three seconds later he was digging his heels in, gathering supplies. Some of the items that were being piled onto the workbench he was using were...unorthodox, to say the least. Not many people would be digging through the trash and tossing discarded banana peels and crumples juice boxes next to wood planks, after all.

This...maybe not this. Ooooh! Apple core! Fling. I can use that!

Donatello didn't see it that way. Donatello saw something else. He saw parts of a construct, cogs in a machine. A machine he intended to build right at this moment. With a slight gleam of excitement in his eyes, he put on his goggles and began to work.

Edited 2012-10-06 02:26 (UTC)

[Action//Classroom]

[Class is in session. Students are seated at their desks like good little children, and a professor takes attendance. Something's not quite right though. The numbers don't add up. Is there... Is there an extra student in the classroom?

Kida Masaomi sits in a desk at the back of the room humming to himself, not paying a lick of attention to what's being taught but rather watching other kids in the class. No, Masaomi is not in this class. Yes, he appears to be ditching his own class to hang out in another one.

Oh, sorry, is this your seat?]

[1: Everybody knows that smoking ain't allowed in school]

Shin's found that perfect little spot to sneak off and smoke. A little alcove, tucked away out of visual range of almost everyone, it's always shaded but looks out on the grounds so you can watch the mutants playing in the sunlight. He lights up, inhales. The smoke floods his lungs, dark, fruity and sweet and on comes the swimminess of nicotine. He looks down at the lighter, still flaming a few seconds. He sees Reira in the flames, flickering, as bright as the sun that's baking the ground three feet away.

Dwelling on these kinds of things is not cool, so he snaps it shut. That's when he notices he's not alone. "Hey." He says around his cherry black stone.

[2: A veritable smorgasboard, orgasboard, after the crowds have gone]

Somewhere in the wee hours, you end up getting pancakes. It's surprisingly busy at the diner for this amount of time and tired and hungry from playing (as part of the opening act) and dancing (to the headliners, though whether you consider pogoing and moshing "dancing" is your personal preference), Shin's stomach growls. He gives the waitress the most pitiful look while she brings you their water and mysteriously your pancakes arrive much sooner than you'd think.

His eyes widen, even larger than they already were. "Whoa, so many..." He snatches one and immediately begins drowning it in butter and syrup.

[3: I wanna rock!]

Your roomie seems to have never developed a sense of when normal people sleep. Right now he's set his mini amp up and his long, black and white fender. Slender fingers dance over it, causing notes to roll out, thumping thumping like balls dropped through a chute. You might or might not recognize Rose.

Edited 2012-10-06 04:59 (UTC)

[Network]

[As if there weren't enough blue furry men running around the school, we have another! Although this one is... quite different. With shining, almost glowing yellow eyes, sticking out against a sea of blue-black fur, this image was a tad more sinister. And yet, despite the demonic flair, the eyes appeared cheerful.]

Guten Morgen, meine Schüler! It seems we have much to catch up on since I've been in Germany for a while, don't we? Well, fret not. Beginning tomorrow, the theater room will once again be open to any and all, and I will be glad to take suggestions for this year's performances!

Also, I have heard that someone wishes to create a fencing club? If this is true, I will gladly take over sponsorship; I know herr Logan does an admirable job, but it would best help the club to have a more passionate teacher, ja?

[Action/prose - gymnasium]

With a series of target dummies strewn about the floor, one would think this were some strange kind of firing range. In a manner of speaking, they may be right, as Kurt stood at the far end of the hall, a rapier in hand, eyeballing the layout of the dummies. He'd asked for them to be placed at random, before he arrived, so he would have no advanced knowledge of their positions.

Gripping his sword, he gave a traditional salute, before teleporting in a puff of smoke. A flash a few feet away announced his return, as he swung the rapier low, catching one of the dummies in the head and sending it to the floor. Before it could hit, he was gone again, this time appearing next to another dummy before a high sweep sent it tumbling.

Again, and again, he repeated his tactic, until he disappeared with only one dummy remaining. The room was silent and still, until a moment later, Kurt appeared behind the dummy, leaning on its shoulder.

"Ach, you know I hate to do this mein freund, but you brought this on yourself." And with a smirk, he jabbed the tip of his rapier into the dummy's hide covering. "Touché."

Edited (Too much of a good thing, ja?) 2012-10-06 21:59 (UTC)

[Action-ish post thing, network?]

Alright, students. It has come to my attention that you think my geography classes are a bit difficult, what with the frequent danger room trips to volcanos or underground labyrinths.

[The woman, with her blue hair, the stupid hat that she kept even in class, and the even worse dress, smirked, looking pleased.]

So let's make it easier. For today at least, while I fill out the paperwork.

"Those journeying to heaven do not look back; they ascend the heaven, the
two worlds."

Explain how this relates to geography and exploration, and how eastern philosophy in general ties into it.

[Not that Tenshi had any idea of the answer. She just needed time to work on paperwork, and during classes seemed a perfect time for that.]

-------------------------

[Prose, Log format, not a network post]
The situation was pretty bad. The mad scientist (what with his german accent and tendency to throw up his right arm) had been defeated. Unfortunately, he had been defeated by Tenshi, who had defeated him... by throwing a whole lot of rocks at him.

Which had damaged his equipment. The effect was that some of it had gone haywire, creating a weird "Door" in empty space.

Moments later, things poured out of it. Vile things, with claws, fangs, wild, reptilian eyes...
...and feathers?

Tenshi peered over a table that had been knocked over. Indeed, a whole pack of Velociraptors had gone wild in the laboratory.

"I...guess we should contain those. Well, at least I defeated the scientist guy! One should not discount the good in the bad, lest one wants to avoid heaven forevermore."

Edited 2012-10-07 05:41 (UTC)

[Prose: Lounging and bird watching]

Sho lounged out in the grass near the lake outside of the school. This was one of the first times that Sho had any real down time, and honestly it made him a bit anxious. He didn’t know what to do with himself. If his Sensei found out that he was lazing around like this instead of doing something more productive, he knew he’d kill him. So Sho was just hoping that he did not have any sort of monitoring device around to keep an eye on him.

The thought that he could be checked up on at any time might have been enough to make him get up and do something, but he was distracted at the moment. He saw a bird flying just over head and it managed to capture his attention. He held a hand up and the bird descended and landed softly upon one of his fingers.

An Orchard Oriole. He hadn’t encountered one of these birds in person before. “Aren’t you pretty?” He said to the bird as it cocked its head a little.

[Action: Training]

[Sho had grown bored with just sitting around and doing nothing, so he decided to get in a little training. Just because his ability allowed him to pick up martial arts techniques fairly easily didn’t mean that he should slack on practicing. At least, that’s what his sensei told him every day when he made him train for hours.

After a brief stretch, he started to strike the training dummy that he was using. He imagined the dummy as an actual person and each strike against it was a precision one, aimed at a specific spot on the human body.]

[Prose: Sitting in the hedge maze]

Cecil was one of those who liked to keep to himself. He had his reasons, and when asked he would always try to change the subject. Today, while others were enjoying the day, he had holed himself within the maze. He wasn't expecting to hide in there, as he didn't wander too far in. Rather, he just wanted to be outside and read a book.

The sound of footfalls catches his attention and he finishes his sentence before glancing up to see just who was walking in his direction.

[Action: Cafeteria]

[He was doing it again: brooding. Though should you decide to engage in conversation, he doesn't immediately withdraw. He seems almost shy, but he will engage in the discussion. Sort of.]

E-eh. Hello.

[Action]
[He sort of teaches, but it's more like giving the students a quick run down of how the plane works. He's vague enough to keep one wondering and hopefully want to learn more about it.]

... Now then, any questions?

[Prose]
He was still relatively new to the place. So he was doing what he did best, and roam the surrounding area. In his mind, this was the best way to become familiar with the layout. It was also a way to get familiar with the faculty members.

He first made his way out to the hangar, to see what it was he was dealing with. As he entered, he stared almost in disbelief. Eventually a low whistle escaped him and he chuckled to himself. Shaking his head he turned to leave.

Further exploration led him outside and toward the lake. He was rather content to stand there and peer over the lakeside. However he realized he could do that at a later time. There was something far more important to do: Get to know the other faculty members.

So Johnny went off to find another to talk to and get to know them better.

[Action - Various places around campus]

[Flying class is great in theory, but not so much in practice. Largely because it's seriously hard to learn how to fly when she hasn't even mastered something as simple as growing her wings.]

[So what does any sane person do in this situation? Rinoa's not really sure, but her bright idea consists of jumping off of various objects in an attempt to re-create the first time she grew wings. Nothing too dangerous of course, but every boulder, bench, and even tree branch is fair game on her quest.]

[Only she's not having any luck, this seems to be an exercise in just how many bruises can she give herself more than anything else. In other words? Look out below!]

H-hey! Watch out!

[Imminent collision in 3-2-1...]

[Action: Network post (Text)]

I've done a lot of reading, but apparently I've missed out on a lot of really good books. Could someone tell me about a few of them?

The other day I heard someone talking about a book called Sunset. Is it any good? What about Barry Carpenter or The Famishment Adventures? If you've got any suggestions I'm all eyes!

Sherlock Holmes sits on the roof of the school, where he can see everything, take in the smell of the campus - the grass, the way the air tastes, the particular stink of teenagers wearing a combination of either too much cheap cologne or too much perfume. His legs dangle from the edge of the roof - he's positioned on the back of the school, out of the way of prying eyes. His long arms curl about the body of his Stradivarius - one of the things Mrs. Hudson had carefully tucked away in the box of his possessions she'd gathered. She'd said she wanted to rent out the place, but Sherlock knew she was lying - he'd not seen any advertisements anywhere, and many of his belongings were still strewn about. It was like someone had tried to clean and given up halfway through. Dust - he remembers, dust coated the apartment when he walked in, and dust is so very telling.

His fingers press into the case of his violin, and the tall man sets his chin on top of the case, grey eyes focusing down at the school grounds. Wind buffets black curls into chaos, but the man doesn't seem to care much, only shifting to pull his coat more tightly around him to ward off the beginning of the autumn chill. He debates playing. He doesn't want to arouse attention and he certainly doesn't want any of the students coming up to investigate.

The school is fascinating, the people are fascinating - all of them with their unique abilities, watching girls float in and out of view, fireballs, super-speed, heightened reflexes - a whole gamut of intensely bewildering abilities. For the first time in his life, Sherlock Holmes feels as if he is the ordinary one, and all of the people around him are terribly extraordinary.

He shoves that thought aside, boxing it up mentally to deal with it later in a more logical process that will take approximately three seconds to deal with, if he's remotely sleepy. He's not ordinary - he's just not shooting laser beams from his eyes or stepping through walls at a whim. The flutter of his scarf - caught by the wind - trails out behind him, a long, deep blue gash against a bright sky.

It would be a pretty lovely scene, if Sherlock had any mind to consider exactly how he looks - a tall, slender figure, pale as cream, garbed almost wholly in deep shades of black and purple, poised deep in thought on the edge of a building with the wind swirling around him.

He doesn't. He's too lost in his own thoughts to care, and the narrow of his grey eyes speaks volumes out of his silence.

Edited 2012-10-23 01:13 (UTC)

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