Straightjacket
As you shove the burger away, you happen to touch some of the worms, and you feel fries, not worms. Looking closer you see through the simple illusion, though you can still see an afterimage of it.
Everyone
Many others stand up to introduce themselves, showing off a vast myriad of powers. As people demonstrate their powers and tell everyone about themselves, you start to hear a quiet voice make mocking comments, but can't place the voice to anyone. Despite that, you note that most of those attending are not as powerful as you (other than the ones previously mentioned by name), but seem to be able to control their powers relatively well.
As the girl with the insectoid arms and wings, Dara Naggy, sits, you notice a small girl in a wheelchair sitting next to her that you hadn't really noticed before. She is very shy and it takes Grandmother some urging to get her to speak.
"I'm Anna Nikitov," she says very quietly. "I... I can create things, but just little things, like screws and stuff. But I was invited because I am really creative with building things and..."
"Blah blah blah," a rude voice cuts into Anna's introduction. "Sweet merciful crap, shut up. It's bad enough hearing the boring garbage coming from the rest of your mouths, but to hear it from a whiney cripple is quite enough. You won't be making any special epic squads anyway. You should have stayed in mother Russia," he finishes with a feral grin with a mocking russian accent. The boy is caucasian, but you can't place where he's from. He has no discernable accent.
"You all can call me Cosmo. My given name is as unimportant as most of my unintelligent family is. I am a super-genius. Some of you have a passable level of intellect for normal humans, but none of you can come close to my brilliance. Accept that. There is no problem I can't solve, no device I cannot disarm, no lock I cannot bypass. I have been taught combat techniques from the best the world has to offer, so I can defeat any of you. Accept that as well. I am here because I am going to be the next leader of EPIC."
Such is his presence and arrogance that it leaves you all speechless for a few moments. Grandmother is not affected in this manner and stands up, obviously furious. Her dog growls.
"Accept this, young man," she says sternly. "You are not in charge here. You are not as good as you think. And you will be very lucky to remain at the EPIC Institute with that insular and aggresive attitude."
Cosmo rolls his eyes, unconcerned, smug in his superiority.
The boy beside him rises. His appearance is tall and somewhat strange, but not so much as to draw much attention. Suddenly, his skin sprouts fur. His face elongates into that of a dog, he grows a tail and claws and lets out a feral snarl. Cosmo grins without looking at the boy.
"And this would be my brother, Jackal. Don't make him mad."
Jackal shifts back into human form, chuckling. He ruffles Cosmo's hair, an action that surprisingly ilicits no negative reaction from Cosmo, and sits down next to Anna, between her and Cosmo. "Yeah, don't make me mad," he says looking directly at her. He continues to stare at her until she starts to shiver in fear.
