Metahuman College-Issue one: College bound [IC]

"I am Mai Hoshiko," Hoshiko introduces herself. "I am from Japan," she adds. When Rinea mentions another galaxy, she looks confused. "I do not understand your joke?" she says questioningly.
 

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Rinea seems concerned that she might have upset Mia. “Hi Mia. Did I make a joke? I’m sorry, didn’t mean to. Maybe James can explain it. He is very wise. James, did I make a joke?”
 

James Dunbar, HP 5/5

James had just been sitting quietly, trying to be unobtrusive while the others introduced themselves. He looks slightly startled as Rinea speaks to him again, and appears to be at rather a loss for what to say. After a moment his face becomes slightly grimmer - as if remembering an unpleasant memory, and when he speaks, his voice is cold. "I'm not the best person to ask." With that, he goes quiet again and begins examining the other side of the room, looking away from the others so he doesn't have to make eye contact. 'When was the last time you laughed, James? How long ago? Years?'
 

"Mai is last name, not Mia," Hoshiko corrects. "Hoshiko is first name." She looks between Rinea and James with no less confusion. When no obvious answers are forthcoming, she say, "You say you come from somplace that sounds like you are an alien from anime films. I do not understand the joke, but maybe I missed part of the conversation. You are from America too?" she asks.
 

Rinea responds excitedly to Hoshika, “Yes, Hoshika, I just came from America. I spent one rotation there. It is very alien. I did not know that there were two of them, though........ What is an anime film? Is it like the documentaries on the talking picture box?”

Turning to Marcus, she says, “ Perhaps Marcus Marcus from the Pittsburgh system can help us understand this joke.”
 

Marcus Stevens (Proton) HPs: 5/5

Rinea said:
Rinea responds excitedly to Hoshika, “Yes, Hoshika, I just came from America. I spent one rotation there. It is very alien. I did not know that there were two of them, though........ What is an anime film? Is it like the documentaries on the talking picture box?”

Turning to Marcus, she says, “ Perhaps Marcus Marcus from the Pittsburgh system can help us understand this joke.”

Marcus suddenly felt like he was talking with Yogi Berra, or listening to Abbott and Costello. His eyebrow raised and his eyes sort-of glazed over. The only sound from him was a . . .

"Ahh, huh?" and then silence.
 

James Dunbar, HP 5/5

At Rinea's last words, James looked at her, an expression of exasperation and general 'oh, I give up!' on his face. 'She's that intend on continuing this ridiculous charade?! Someone knock some sense into her already! What's with the act?' In an angry voice, he spoke. "What the hell is wrong with-" Abruptly, James cut himself off, obviously regaining control, and settled for looking away again and standing up in an swift motion. He moved to the other side of the room, putting some distance between him and the others, his back to them. Thrusting his hands angrily into his pockets, James scowled at the wall, berating himself for his outburst. He seemed extremely tense, and somewhat annoyed. 'Well, that was stupid. And unnecessary. You're tired, James. Tired and nervous. Just don't speak, don't do anything, and it should all be fine.'
 

“Ahem.” A quiet cough interrupted the conversation, as two people entered the room. The first was one of the faculty who had been at breakfast, the man long brown hair, tied neatly back. The other was a tall, statuesque woman with shoulder length blonde hair, clad in a conservative blue dress. As she entered the room, she shut the door behind her.

“Morning, everyone. It looks like most everyone has introduced themselves, so I will go ahead and do the same. My name is Wes Jordan, and my companion’s name is Cassandra Vale.”

“You may call me Siren,” Cassandra spoke up as she pressed her fingers against the face of her watch. For a moment, she was surrounded by an aura of light, before her form shimmered and changed. Her features remained the same, though her coloration was different. Her skin was now impossibly pale, her hair deep blue in color. The conservative dress was gone too, replaced by a very… small… blue bikini. Appearing a bit more relaxed, she settled into a chair next to Marcus.

“Right. As you can tell, Siren enjoys making an entrance,” Wes added with a wry smile. “At any rate, all of the students in our metahuman program have been divided into ‘family groups’. On top of your regular curriculum, there will be a few courses that will be required for all students, basically concerning developing your powers. All of these courses will be taken with your group. Any questions so far?”
 

Jonn Birkey (Rumble)

Jonn took in all of the occupants of the room. He was used to meeting new people. Even lots of new people at once. These people however, took some getting used to. He got comfortable in his chair as the man and woman entered. Finally. Can't wait to get some strait explanations of what we're doing here. Not to mention a little normalcy.

Mr. Jordan introduced himself and Jonn said, "Hi" and smiled. Then Ms. Vale touched her watch and her appearance changed and she was suddenly very hard not to look at. Jonn did his best not to be obvious, he just didn't do as good as a job as he thought. She was an instructor of some kind, he couldn't just admire her like this. Could he?

Mr. Jordan explained something and then asked if there were any questions. Jonn looked around at the others to see what they would ask, since he was not sure what they had just discussed.
 

James Dunbar, HP 5/5

James turned smoothly as the two entered the room, examining them carefully. 'Let's hope they didn't hear any of that...' As Siren changed, he sucked in a startled breath, tensing up again before relaxing slowly. Interestingly, despite Siren's attire, James wasn't really looking at Siren's body at all, but rather her...eyes? Moving back over to the group, James remained standing, watching the two faculty members suspiciously. 'Remember, James, watch the eyes. That's where the warnings come. What the heck is she, anyway? A mutant? Must be, with blue skin. That watch...some sort of illusionary device, perhaps? And...this Wes guy. What's his story? Normal human, or..?' James's eyes narrowed again as Wes spoke. 'Right, so everyone in this room must have powers. Figures.' Not speaking, James stood, watching Wes and Siren like a hawk. His tension had returned, and he looked wary.
 
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