Lobo Lurker
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Trina damps down the heat with obvious effort. "Who's Inferna?"
She files off after everyone else back to her quarters.
She files off after everyone else back to her quarters.
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[Mature] MnM The Academy
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Pate Pot Pete
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OOC: The room is impact resistant, and Inferna is one of the teachers.
Lobo Lurker
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OOC: I know. 
Sollir Furryfoot
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"Well then, Sam, I'd like to point out we were in no real danger then and that you weren't going to have to rape anyone-if that calms your nerves any. As for me, We've had a long day and I'm going to go to sleep." Alisson says as she marches out of the cell, holding her head up proudly.
When Envy makes it to her room she thoroughly checks the area for cameras, listening devices, and other spying gadgets, and then checks again. Assuming she finds none, she locks herself in her bathroom and turns off the lights.
Interesting day, today. She thinks as she looks at Alisson in the mirror, her vision uninhibited by the darkness. Her form then shifts to Sam's. This kid is pretty shy, but quite intelligent.
"Bugger off." Sam says and then Envy laughs as her form turns to that of Trina's.
"...I will ...Just don't lose focus of the reason we're here. We can do things that no other people in the world can do. We're being asked to use our abilities to help those weaker than ourselves. We'll probobly all die a horrible, demeaning death somewhere along the way but I, for one, intend to take out as many of the bad guys as I can before my ticket is punched"
What a know-nothing, selfless martyr. At least she has good instincts. Envy thinks as her face shifts and contorts and then melts to that of Ricky's. She takes a few practice swings as she hops from foot to foot.
"It's Ricky Rantle at the plate...he's two for four this evening a triple at the bottom of the second. He's powerful switcher, something that Johnson has a bit of problem with.... And with a man on first and Rodriguez, a dangerously fast base-stealer, on second, he has his work cut out for him. Rantle is averaging 0.322 for the season and is the leader in RBIs for the Orioles this season...."
This guy was pretty cute, if not fantastically bright. He's sort of insightful, and isn't exactly your average jock...hrm, I don't know... And then her form shifts to Sebastian, then quickly back to Alisson's. Her expression is grim. What is up with this guy? He's not like the rest, he's a lot more...angry. I wonder what his story is...
She shifts back to her true self, Rebecca. A tear streaks down her face. She's not ugly, but only slightly pretty. Her body is thin and willowy, like she'd break if she ventured into the world. She pauses for a few seconds and remembers who she is (like she could ever forget with her memory) and then changed back to Alisson.
Envy walked back to her bed and eased herself onto it, replaying the events of the whole day over in her mind. Darkhome probably had some ulterior motives, not just perverse ones, and there was more to Nick Fury than he would appear to be. She didn't mind being imprisoned that much, except for that feeling of powerlessness...at least she got to know a bit more of everyone else's 'true', 'inner' 'selves' as well as their exterior selves...She grinned. Not like she worried about that, being able to see through anything but flesh. That night she would watch the others from her resting place, having noted which rooms they were in previously, as she thought about her own life. She could see everything except for the future, and recall the past perfectly. She examined her day once more before falling into blissful slumber.
(OOC-She only changed forms without assuming powers so no backlash or worrying about Trina's heat or similar. Btw, sorry Acid Crash for misunderstanding/ignoring your post, it'd be kinda awkward to reverse now though so I won't edit my earlier post.)
When Envy makes it to her room she thoroughly checks the area for cameras, listening devices, and other spying gadgets, and then checks again. Assuming she finds none, she locks herself in her bathroom and turns off the lights.
Interesting day, today. She thinks as she looks at Alisson in the mirror, her vision uninhibited by the darkness. Her form then shifts to Sam's. This kid is pretty shy, but quite intelligent.
"Bugger off." Sam says and then Envy laughs as her form turns to that of Trina's.
"...I will ...Just don't lose focus of the reason we're here. We can do things that no other people in the world can do. We're being asked to use our abilities to help those weaker than ourselves. We'll probobly all die a horrible, demeaning death somewhere along the way but I, for one, intend to take out as many of the bad guys as I can before my ticket is punched"
What a know-nothing, selfless martyr. At least she has good instincts. Envy thinks as her face shifts and contorts and then melts to that of Ricky's. She takes a few practice swings as she hops from foot to foot.
"It's Ricky Rantle at the plate...he's two for four this evening a triple at the bottom of the second. He's powerful switcher, something that Johnson has a bit of problem with.... And with a man on first and Rodriguez, a dangerously fast base-stealer, on second, he has his work cut out for him. Rantle is averaging 0.322 for the season and is the leader in RBIs for the Orioles this season...."
This guy was pretty cute, if not fantastically bright. He's sort of insightful, and isn't exactly your average jock...hrm, I don't know... And then her form shifts to Sebastian, then quickly back to Alisson's. Her expression is grim. What is up with this guy? He's not like the rest, he's a lot more...angry. I wonder what his story is...
She shifts back to her true self, Rebecca. A tear streaks down her face. She's not ugly, but only slightly pretty. Her body is thin and willowy, like she'd break if she ventured into the world. She pauses for a few seconds and remembers who she is (like she could ever forget with her memory) and then changed back to Alisson.
Envy walked back to her bed and eased herself onto it, replaying the events of the whole day over in her mind. Darkhome probably had some ulterior motives, not just perverse ones, and there was more to Nick Fury than he would appear to be. She didn't mind being imprisoned that much, except for that feeling of powerlessness...at least she got to know a bit more of everyone else's 'true', 'inner' 'selves' as well as their exterior selves...She grinned. Not like she worried about that, being able to see through anything but flesh. That night she would watch the others from her resting place, having noted which rooms they were in previously, as she thought about her own life. She could see everything except for the future, and recall the past perfectly. She examined her day once more before falling into blissful slumber.
(OOC-She only changed forms without assuming powers so no backlash or worrying about Trina's heat or similar. Btw, sorry Acid Crash for misunderstanding/ignoring your post, it'd be kinda awkward to reverse now though so I won't edit my earlier post.)
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perivas
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Acid_crash said:
OOC: If you wanted that to stick out, you had better cite some rules and make it more plain that this was an attack against everyone. As is, since no one else reacted to it in that way, I'm going to simply ignore it as well. Sorry about that. It's better for you this way, as Ricky would have probably thrashed your butt while you were down.
When Fury starts talking on the phone and announcing the release of Raven, Ricky is clearly disturbed. He looks to each of his fellow students to gauge their reactions after their day's traumatic experiences. As everyone departs in a mostly composed fashion, Ricky makes an especial effort to seem calm, whistling proficiently the "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" tune.
After he finally gets in his room and closes the door, he falls slowly onto the floor and just lies there. That was some f$#%^! up s$#% today. After you sure that you're in the right place? I mean saving cats for Mrs. Turner might have been a bit of a bore; but at least, things made more sense. Training exercises. Torture. Hostages. Is this what working for SHIELD is all about? These thoughts persist and recycle themselves as he showers and then lies wide awake in bed. Despite the exhausting ordeals of the day, it was a long time before sleep overcame him.
Acid_crash
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After a somewhat disturbing sleep, Sebastian awoke with a slight headache. Oh my god, what happened yesterday. He stood, stretched, took a quick shower, and put on some clean clothes. He purposly ignores the destroyed desk and desk lamp.
ooc - are we all given, or required, to wear uniforms while at the academy. Or do we wear whatever we want? If we are told to wear uniforms, he will wear it *grudgingly*
The door opened with a hiss, and as he took a step out into the hallway, his stomach began to grumble. Man, I'm hungry. Haven't eaten in *mentally counts* at least a couple days.. Feeling the pangs of hunger rip through his stomach, he walks the halls until he finds the cafeteria. Seeing the selection, everything looks good. He ends up with a nice, juicy steak, an omelette consisting of cheese, ham, and mushrooms, a glass of orange juice and coke, some hashbrowns along with a heavy dose of chili-cheese fries.
Once his two trays are filled, he uses his telekinesis to carry them in front of him to an available table where he sits alone, ignoring others around him while he eats like a mad man. Well, at least SHIELD has good grub. I can get used to this part of it.
Once his stomach is filled, cleaning both trays off, he glances around the room and gives it a good look for really the first time. He checks out all the other personel, with his primary goal finding someone who might have a cigarette. If anybody walks by, he'll ask them if he knows anyone who would have a cigarette he can get one from.
ooc - are we all given, or required, to wear uniforms while at the academy. Or do we wear whatever we want? If we are told to wear uniforms, he will wear it *grudgingly*
The door opened with a hiss, and as he took a step out into the hallway, his stomach began to grumble. Man, I'm hungry. Haven't eaten in *mentally counts* at least a couple days.. Feeling the pangs of hunger rip through his stomach, he walks the halls until he finds the cafeteria. Seeing the selection, everything looks good. He ends up with a nice, juicy steak, an omelette consisting of cheese, ham, and mushrooms, a glass of orange juice and coke, some hashbrowns along with a heavy dose of chili-cheese fries.
Once his two trays are filled, he uses his telekinesis to carry them in front of him to an available table where he sits alone, ignoring others around him while he eats like a mad man. Well, at least SHIELD has good grub. I can get used to this part of it.
Once his stomach is filled, cleaning both trays off, he glances around the room and gives it a good look for really the first time. He checks out all the other personel, with his primary goal finding someone who might have a cigarette. If anybody walks by, he'll ask them if he knows anyone who would have a cigarette he can get one from.
Lobo Lurker
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perivas said:
OOC: As well, Acid Crash, you would have had to turn Incorporeal (standard action; you don't have the Free Action extra) and then used your TK (another standard action). I think that the second you turned Incorporeal (you don't have the Subtle extra, so we all would have noticed), we would have had to roll initiative because we'd all start paying attention to you.
You should have then stated an attack action citing the power used, attack modifier (if necessary), and the power level of the attack. I went with it, but didn't really pay too much attention to the possible damage as it was obvious, to me, that this was a roleplaying situation with no "real" effect on the game therefore actual saves and damage recording weren't really necessary. Note: I did acknowledge that Poltergeist did use his powers.
Alone, in her room, Trina downs a liter of water without stopping to breath and cranks the A/C up to full before laying back on her bed. She doesn't bother to take her clothes off. I've been naked enough for one day, she thinks as she reflects upon the day's events.
So Raven was a traiter huh? If she went through all the trouble of blowing her cover and trying to kill us, then we must have passed our initial test with flying colors. That was a happy thought. Sam and the others are probobly upset with me being "bossy" but that's okay... no one else seemed inclined to do anything about the bank situation... who cares what they think anyway... boys... immature boys... She curls up and cries herself to sleep.
Acid_crash
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ooc - none of my powers are linked, I switched that before the game started. Turning Incorporeal is a Free action as listed in the power description on page 73, 2nd printing.
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Sebastian continues to look around to see if anybody is smoking, or looks like they are about to go for one.
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Sebastian continues to look around to see if anybody is smoking, or looks like they are about to go for one.
Samnell
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Sollir Furryfoot said:
Except that we clearly were, which Fury just established. Stupid b%^*$.
Sam doesn't say anything as he goes back to his room. He tries to read, and plugs into an outlet just to see what will happen, but keeps coming back to the cell and replaying the whole incident.
It was a simulation. But Raven meant it. So she would have done those things. Or killed us. Or something. How refined is the holographic equipment? Everything looked real. Powers behaved as they should. Everything felt real. Therefore, if they wanted to simulate a rape, even with a simulated teammate, they could have done it. Maybe she did intend to break us? And then Fury came and...
After a while, Sam pulls out some batteries and compulsively drains and recharges them, just waiting for breakfast to come.
perivas
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Throughout the night, twisted versions of the day's events bombard Ricky's mind. He tosses and turns ceaselessly and is awaken by an especially terrifying version of the nightmare in the morning. He lets the sweat from his body dry a bit before getting up and showers again. Still, he can't shake the thoughts of yesterday's events.
Befitting his mood, he slips on his baseball uniform-styled SHIELD uniform to head off to breakfast. After gathering a healthy collection of edibles, he looks around to try to spot one of the others from yesterday's "exercise".
Befitting his mood, he slips on his baseball uniform-styled SHIELD uniform to head off to breakfast. After gathering a healthy collection of edibles, he looks around to try to spot one of the others from yesterday's "exercise".
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