Metahuman College-Issue one: College bound [IC]

[Synchronicity]

James Dunbar, HP 5/5

At the Irish boy's words, James rolls his eyes and just represses a sigh. 'Well, thank you, braniac! Nice to know we've got someone here up to the daunting task of stating the obvious. Hurrah.' As the boys move around, James just eyes Rinea quizzically, and then asks a question in a studied and neutral tone. "Rinea - where are you from?" ''Cause I'm sure it's nowhere near here if you've no idea what a bloody television is! Can anyone really be this clueless?' Even as he questions Rinea, James is still watching the area, waiting for that little green idiot to slip up...

 

[Amulet]

Rinea happily replies to James, "Duramnia in the Davinia system, on the outer rim of the Torbin galaxy. Have you been there?"

 

[Synchronicity]

James Dunbar, HP 5/5

Rinea happily replies to James, "Duramnia in the Davinia system, on the outer rim of the Torbin galaxy. Have you been there?"

James just looked at Rinea in response, appearing a little irritated. 'Right, whatever. So she thinks she's an alien. I guess she's not a spy after all - she's just crazy. How do you get yourself into these situations, James? Do you just attract nutcases or something? I suppose at least she's not trying to rip me in half...yet.' Shaking his head slightly, James looked over at the table under which the leprechaun is hiding, wishing he was anywhere other than the hall. 'Come on, just get the speeches over with and let us get the hell out of here! Nothing to see here, move along...' As people begin to take notice of the activities at the next table, James looks more uncomfortable - though in his case, it's hard to differentiate between uncomfortable and angry, as both involve glowering and little else. In any case, James is obviously wishing that the people beginning to take notice would really find something interesting to do on the other side of the hall, far away from him.

 

[Keia]

Marcus Stevens (Proton) HPs: 5/5

Marcus, his breakfast safe, continued to look on for the leprechaun. He didn't want to make another outburst - he wasalready embarassed enough about the first one. At least he didn't throw a knife, though that will probably be blamed on him too.

He looked to Robbie, Jonn and even Ms. Steele to see if any of them had seen the creature as well.

 

[Nuke261]

Jonn Birkey (Rumble)

Jonn was trying very hard to pay attention to Mr. Bell and the others, while eating his breakfast (he found he was rather hungry this morning.). At the sound of the knife hitting the table he spun around to see it sticking out of the table top. Everything was going crazy now. People were getting up and walking around, they were looking under tables, even Marcus shouted about a little green dude.

There's aliens here now?

He was a little distracted by the commotion but tired very hard to go back to watching Mr. Bell.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Shaking his head slightly, James looked over at the table under which the leprechaun is hiding, wishing he was anywhere other than the hall. 'Come on, just get the speeches over with and let us get the hell out of here! Nothing to see here, move along...'

As James looked on, a plate rolled from underneath the table and settled on the floor near his feet with a clattering noise. Only a few crumbs still clung to the plate, the last remnants of James’ breakfast.

He looked to Robbie, Jonn and even Ms. Steele to see if any of them had seen the creature as well.

Robbie held his plate protectively, not willing to give up his breakfast. Shannon, meanwhile, was trying to see the creature in question, craning her neck in a way that looked uncomfortable.

Mr. Pike paused, listening to what the Irish kid had to say before looking back to the dark haired woman. “Ms. Cross, what do you make of this?”

The woman, Ms. Cross apparently, rose from her chair and came around the table, before saying in a clipped tone, “I will know more once I have seen this creature.”

“Of course, of course,” Mr. Pike said with a soft chuckle. The two of them began making their way to the table which Lucky was hiding under. The other four people remained sitting at the table, talking quietly.

Meanwhile, Lucky showed himself once more. Apparently, James’ breakfast was not enough, as he climbed atop of the table he had previously been hiding under and grabbed another plateful of food.

 

[Calinon]

After realizing that Ken has nothing to do with the small man, her attention returns to where people are looking as 'Lucky' makes his more obvious appearance. "If the knife is any indication, the little person is likely empariling himself," she says in Japanese. Deciding that he is likely simply another metahuman not overly used to social interaction, she gets to her feet and walks over towards the strange looking boy.

Not seeing anything in particular aside from a quivering knife in the tabletop, she shakes her head with a slight frown. "Perhaps instead of taking from others, you will sit at table with me, little one?" she says towards 'Lucky' in her accented english. "Where you can have own plate?"

Assuming Lucky doesn't bolt, attack her or get pounced upon by students, Hoshiko will offer her hand to the little man and give him a comforting smile. If he does anything untowards to her, we will attempt to find out if Leprecauns have jimmies.

 

[Amulet]

Rinea watches Hoshiko approach, neither moving nor making any noise. Obviously this is a person with experience in dealing with Earth’s indigenous fauna. She continues to guard her plate.

 

[Synchronicity]

James Dunbar, HP 5/5

'Oh, great. So much for that. What, they think it's a student?! That's...well...that's possible, I suppose. What the heck do I do now? I threw a knife at him!'

James tries hard to make himself invisible in his chair, scowling in the direction of the small green man. He's still holding the knife, though he makes no move to throw it at Lucky. Wishing he was anywhere but the dining hall, James waits watching Mr Pike and the dark-haired woman.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Not seeing anything in particular aside from a quivering knife in the tabletop, she shakes her head with a slight frown. "Perhaps instead of taking from others, you will sit at table with me, little one?" she says towards 'Lucky' in her accented english. "Where you can have own plate?"

Lucky examines Hoshiko carefully, never letting go of his newly acquired breakfast plate. “But this is me plate,” he replied. As Hoshiko drew nearer, he jumped off the table and darted out the door.

Ms. Cross’ eyes narrow as she looks first at the table that Lucky had been crouching upon, then at the doorway that he had disappeared through. “That will do. Resume your seats. I will see if I can track down this… creature.” Her icy grey eyes swept the room, looking to see if there was any argument or if anyone was attempting to pursue the fleeing leprechaun.