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MutantHigh: A Hero Campaign (Updated 4-16)
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Malachai_rose
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Issue #1, Installment 3
Mutant High:First Day, A Hero Campaign
Issue #1 – Installment 2
Prologue: As we last left our heroes, they had boarded a bus bound for the Institute for Paranormal Youth, formerly known as TMI. As we join them now, they have arrived at their new school. In more ways than one, this day marks their FIRST DAY….
Through the windows of the bus, Daniel Espinoza watched the wide-brimmed hats worn by the Drill Instructors and a sickening feeling begun to slide down in his stomach.
“Guys, why are there Drill Instructors here?” whimpered Espinoza.
Before anyone could answer, the bus driver picked up the bus’s P.A. and shouted, “Ok maggots, listen up, get your sh*t and get off my bus, I’ve got 40 more scum to pick up from the airport and you turds are wasting my time…Move It, Move It!!”
“Ah man, I thought I just left prison,” muttered a subdued Justin Alambra.
“Dude, just get your stuff and let’s go,” quipped Kayden Devereux.
As the Quad-rificent Four gathered their luggage from the overhead bins and descended from the bus, Alex Goldberg thought to himself, “Yep, this sure is Texas weather. It’s never this hot back home. Good thing I wore my sun-block.”
It isn’t until the young men began to unload their bags from the compartments under the bus that they noticed the organized mayhem that was the First Day of School.
“What the F*ck,” cried Daniel, “Where did all these people come from?”
Watching a young woman with black bat-like wings launch from the ground carrying a stream-trunk under one arm, Alambra said with wide-eyes, “All over, esse, all over, man”
“Dude, check out that limo!” exclaimed Goldberg, as he pointed at a black limousine pulling up to the curb in front of their bus.
As the Quad-rificent Quartet observed, the driver came around to open the door for his passenger. When the door swung open, a pair of tanned legs stepped out to the pavement.
“Whoa,” drooled Kayden.
Following the legs from the limousine stood a tall red-haired goddess with blue eyes. Dressed in a pleated knee length skirt and a blue blazer emblazoned with the school’s crest, the svelte nymphet stretched her arms over her head forcing her perky, yet ample, bosom to strain the fabric of her blouse. Suddenly, her tiptoes lifted off the ground and she soared 20 twenty into the air! In the midst of a slow vertical roll with her arms outstretched to either side, she stopped her rotation mid-air to speak to her chauffeur, “Thomas, why don’t you upload my bags and cart them to the room? I need a stretch.”
“Very good, young madam,” Thomas replied curtly.
As her slow rotation carried the speechless 4-Pack o’ Fun into view, she winked at them and waved good-bye – jetting off into the cloudless sky.
Daniel shuddered and turned his head as his face bloomed red.
“Eh, Vatos, maybe this place ain’t so bad,” opined a meditative Justin, “This sure beats juvee.”
“What?” said an inquisitive Devereux.
“Nevermind,” muttered Alambra as he bent to gather his luggage.
“Dude, I totally saw her panties when she flew overhead!” exclaimed Goldberg.
“Bull
,” remarked Daniel Espinoza.
“No, really, they had flowers!” continued Alex.
“He’s right, get your bags and let’s go,” stated Kayden D., but he thought to himself as he watched the rapidly diminishing young woman, ”She’ll Do, She’ll Do Just Fine…”
Shaking off his meditation, Kayden walked up to one the DIs and asked, “Excuse me, Sir, where do we go?”
“What’s your name recruit?” demanded the DI while thrusting a PDA with a built-in microphone attachment into Devereux’s face.
“Kayden Devereux,” enunciated the unflappable KD.
Looking at the read out from his PDA, the DI yelled, “Dorm F, Room 5, Move it Boot!”
One by one, the sweat-drenched Quartet stepped up to the DI and asked the same question, to which, the DI invariably responded, “Dorm F, Room 5!”
“Cool, it looks like we’re roomies,” comments Alex G as he schlepped his gear to Dorm F.
“Great,” mutters a dour Daniel.
But Justin Alambra wasn’t listening to the others banter. Once he saw other kids using their powers, he thought to himself, “I wonder if anyone is using mental powers?” Slowly, he extended his mental perceptions as far as he could to search for people using mental powers. However, only one signal stood out to him. It came from the other side of the building in front of him. As he focused on his mental target, a sense of foreboding flooded him, causing a fresh coat of sweat to burst from his pores.
“Hey, Vatos, there’s trouble up ahead,” sighed Justin, wiping perspiration from his forehead, “Maybe this IS just like prison.”
“Let’s go,” said KD calmly and then set off around the building. All the others followed him, save one.
Daniel was more impetuous and activated his density increasing powers. As the others ran towards the building, Daniel’s weight soared until he tipped the scales at over 6,400 pounds. As his weight soared, a glowing nimbus of light surrounded him and a dark flame highlighted his eyes.
When the others piled around the corner, they noticed a group of kids forming a half circle about a dumpster behind Dorm P. Flapping overhead was the girl with the black bat wings.
“What the F*ck, Loser,” threatened a strapping young man as he pushed around a twerp half his size. “Are you some kinda teacher’s pet?”
“What are you talking about man?” stepped up Max Delwind.
“The interview, numb-nuts, the interview with that reporter?” continued the Jock.
“Yeah, so what?” said Delwind as he thrust his chest into the Jock’s waistband.
“So, wiggling your fingers like that, what are you? Some kinda fruit?” grunted the Jock.
“Why? Are you volunteering to be my B*tch?” came back Max as he ineffectually tried to shove the thug.
The Jock simply smiled as he rolled his fingers into a ball and rammed his fist home into Delwind’s gut, knocking him back to the dumpster.
“What’s going on here!” roared Espinoza as he leaped over the building and landed near the Jock. The pavement cracked under his weight and momentum leaving a small pothole as he glared at the bully.
“Not so fast, Fat-Boy!” smirked the Dark Angel flying above the scene. Suddenly, an impenetrable dark cloud enveloped Daniel and blocked his sight.
“Leave him alone,” stated Devereux, “Both of you.”
The Jock turned to KD, “What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m…I’m…gonna kick yyyooouuurr A$$,” wheezed Max from the ground as he struggled to regain his wind.
“Shut up, Daisy Duke, before you’re liked to get dealt with,” said a black kid with long arms standing behind the Jock.
However, Justin was watching a small girl with very dark long hair that completely obscured her face as she shuffled towards the Querulous Quattro. “She’s the most dangerous one,” thought Alambra, but he couldn’t say why he thought that.
Goldberg felt her menace as well. He stepped back involuntarily.
A small young man whizzed up to the dark cloud that was Espinoza almost faster than the eye could follow and boasted, “You want some of this, punk?”
However, Devereux merely watched the Jock quietly and thought, “Five against Four, we can take them.”
Just then, a fat white-boy walked up behind the Jock and crossed his arms.
“What, you want some too, Round Rock?” said Max Delwind as he tried to stand up.
“Okay, Six against Five, we can still take’em,” mused Devereux.
“What’s going on here?” thundered an adult voice as a DI with a silver leaf on his hat and the name Payne on his nametag strode into the middle of the fray. “The authorized use of power is prohibited here, drop it. NOW!” shouted Major Payne. Cowed, the students complied warily.
“What’re your names?” asked the Major.
As the Rebuffed Pentad stammered their responses, the Jock said confidently, “My Name is Rick Derris.”
“Well, Derris, why don’t you tell me what is going on here?” Payne replied.
“Well, Sir, I was just telling these kids about Football practice,” smirked Derris.
“Football Practice?” doubted the Major.
“Yeah, after school, at the Football field,” said Derris turning to stare directly at Espinoza.
“Right, I’ll be there,” sneered Espinoza.
“Good, bring your friends, the tryout can be brutal and we need all the fodder we can get for the team,” smiled Rick Derris ominously. With that, Derris turned and walked away, his toadies in tow—except one.
“What’s your name,” asked KD to the strangely cute, yet bat-winged, nymphet hovering above the fray.
“Darla, Darla Demensky,” she replied. She pursued her lips and blew Daniel a kiss, “See you later, Big-Boy.” Then, she smiled as flew off after her comrades-in-arms.
“Alright, get along to your dorms, and you better watch yourself, Alambra, if you screw up it’s back to juvee for you,” Payne said pointedly.
“Yeah, Boss,” Alambra replied.
While Major Payne stalked off, Goldberg said, “Dang, did you see that freaky chick with the hair?”
“Yeah, man, I think she’s got cabaza fuerte,” said Justin, tapping his head.
“She gives me the creeps man, I wonder what she looks like naked?” pondered Alex, cringing.
“Ah, man, that’s just what I needed to think about, now I’ll never get to sleep,” muttered Max D. while he dusted himself off.
“What’s your name, Kid?” asked Kayden, extending his hand to Derris’ victim.
“Max Delwind, Dorm F”
“Room 5?” chimed in the other four.
“Yeah, How’d you guess?”
**********
Tune-in for the next installment of Mutant High: First Day to find out more about Pent-rific Five and their exploits that day…What happens at Orientation? A Talk with the Red-Haired Girl!…and finally…Let’s Play BALL!!!!!
Mutant High:First Day, A Hero Campaign
Issue #1 – Installment 2
Prologue: As we last left our heroes, they had boarded a bus bound for the Institute for Paranormal Youth, formerly known as TMI. As we join them now, they have arrived at their new school. In more ways than one, this day marks their FIRST DAY….
Through the windows of the bus, Daniel Espinoza watched the wide-brimmed hats worn by the Drill Instructors and a sickening feeling begun to slide down in his stomach.
“Guys, why are there Drill Instructors here?” whimpered Espinoza.
Before anyone could answer, the bus driver picked up the bus’s P.A. and shouted, “Ok maggots, listen up, get your sh*t and get off my bus, I’ve got 40 more scum to pick up from the airport and you turds are wasting my time…Move It, Move It!!”
“Ah man, I thought I just left prison,” muttered a subdued Justin Alambra.
“Dude, just get your stuff and let’s go,” quipped Kayden Devereux.
As the Quad-rificent Four gathered their luggage from the overhead bins and descended from the bus, Alex Goldberg thought to himself, “Yep, this sure is Texas weather. It’s never this hot back home. Good thing I wore my sun-block.”
It isn’t until the young men began to unload their bags from the compartments under the bus that they noticed the organized mayhem that was the First Day of School.
“What the F*ck,” cried Daniel, “Where did all these people come from?”
Watching a young woman with black bat-like wings launch from the ground carrying a stream-trunk under one arm, Alambra said with wide-eyes, “All over, esse, all over, man”
“Dude, check out that limo!” exclaimed Goldberg, as he pointed at a black limousine pulling up to the curb in front of their bus.
As the Quad-rificent Quartet observed, the driver came around to open the door for his passenger. When the door swung open, a pair of tanned legs stepped out to the pavement.
“Whoa,” drooled Kayden.
Following the legs from the limousine stood a tall red-haired goddess with blue eyes. Dressed in a pleated knee length skirt and a blue blazer emblazoned with the school’s crest, the svelte nymphet stretched her arms over her head forcing her perky, yet ample, bosom to strain the fabric of her blouse. Suddenly, her tiptoes lifted off the ground and she soared 20 twenty into the air! In the midst of a slow vertical roll with her arms outstretched to either side, she stopped her rotation mid-air to speak to her chauffeur, “Thomas, why don’t you upload my bags and cart them to the room? I need a stretch.”
“Very good, young madam,” Thomas replied curtly.
As her slow rotation carried the speechless 4-Pack o’ Fun into view, she winked at them and waved good-bye – jetting off into the cloudless sky.
Daniel shuddered and turned his head as his face bloomed red.
“Eh, Vatos, maybe this place ain’t so bad,” opined a meditative Justin, “This sure beats juvee.”
“What?” said an inquisitive Devereux.
“Nevermind,” muttered Alambra as he bent to gather his luggage.
“Dude, I totally saw her panties when she flew overhead!” exclaimed Goldberg.
“Bull
,” remarked Daniel Espinoza.“No, really, they had flowers!” continued Alex.
“He’s right, get your bags and let’s go,” stated Kayden D., but he thought to himself as he watched the rapidly diminishing young woman, ”She’ll Do, She’ll Do Just Fine…”
Shaking off his meditation, Kayden walked up to one the DIs and asked, “Excuse me, Sir, where do we go?”
“What’s your name recruit?” demanded the DI while thrusting a PDA with a built-in microphone attachment into Devereux’s face.
“Kayden Devereux,” enunciated the unflappable KD.
Looking at the read out from his PDA, the DI yelled, “Dorm F, Room 5, Move it Boot!”
One by one, the sweat-drenched Quartet stepped up to the DI and asked the same question, to which, the DI invariably responded, “Dorm F, Room 5!”
“Cool, it looks like we’re roomies,” comments Alex G as he schlepped his gear to Dorm F.
“Great,” mutters a dour Daniel.
But Justin Alambra wasn’t listening to the others banter. Once he saw other kids using their powers, he thought to himself, “I wonder if anyone is using mental powers?” Slowly, he extended his mental perceptions as far as he could to search for people using mental powers. However, only one signal stood out to him. It came from the other side of the building in front of him. As he focused on his mental target, a sense of foreboding flooded him, causing a fresh coat of sweat to burst from his pores.
“Hey, Vatos, there’s trouble up ahead,” sighed Justin, wiping perspiration from his forehead, “Maybe this IS just like prison.”
“Let’s go,” said KD calmly and then set off around the building. All the others followed him, save one.
Daniel was more impetuous and activated his density increasing powers. As the others ran towards the building, Daniel’s weight soared until he tipped the scales at over 6,400 pounds. As his weight soared, a glowing nimbus of light surrounded him and a dark flame highlighted his eyes.
When the others piled around the corner, they noticed a group of kids forming a half circle about a dumpster behind Dorm P. Flapping overhead was the girl with the black bat wings.
“What the F*ck, Loser,” threatened a strapping young man as he pushed around a twerp half his size. “Are you some kinda teacher’s pet?”
“What are you talking about man?” stepped up Max Delwind.
“The interview, numb-nuts, the interview with that reporter?” continued the Jock.
“Yeah, so what?” said Delwind as he thrust his chest into the Jock’s waistband.
“So, wiggling your fingers like that, what are you? Some kinda fruit?” grunted the Jock.
“Why? Are you volunteering to be my B*tch?” came back Max as he ineffectually tried to shove the thug.
The Jock simply smiled as he rolled his fingers into a ball and rammed his fist home into Delwind’s gut, knocking him back to the dumpster.
“What’s going on here!” roared Espinoza as he leaped over the building and landed near the Jock. The pavement cracked under his weight and momentum leaving a small pothole as he glared at the bully.
“Not so fast, Fat-Boy!” smirked the Dark Angel flying above the scene. Suddenly, an impenetrable dark cloud enveloped Daniel and blocked his sight.
“Leave him alone,” stated Devereux, “Both of you.”
The Jock turned to KD, “What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m…I’m…gonna kick yyyooouuurr A$$,” wheezed Max from the ground as he struggled to regain his wind.
“Shut up, Daisy Duke, before you’re liked to get dealt with,” said a black kid with long arms standing behind the Jock.
However, Justin was watching a small girl with very dark long hair that completely obscured her face as she shuffled towards the Querulous Quattro. “She’s the most dangerous one,” thought Alambra, but he couldn’t say why he thought that.
Goldberg felt her menace as well. He stepped back involuntarily.
A small young man whizzed up to the dark cloud that was Espinoza almost faster than the eye could follow and boasted, “You want some of this, punk?”
However, Devereux merely watched the Jock quietly and thought, “Five against Four, we can take them.”
Just then, a fat white-boy walked up behind the Jock and crossed his arms.
“What, you want some too, Round Rock?” said Max Delwind as he tried to stand up.
“Okay, Six against Five, we can still take’em,” mused Devereux.
“What’s going on here?” thundered an adult voice as a DI with a silver leaf on his hat and the name Payne on his nametag strode into the middle of the fray. “The authorized use of power is prohibited here, drop it. NOW!” shouted Major Payne. Cowed, the students complied warily.
“What’re your names?” asked the Major.
As the Rebuffed Pentad stammered their responses, the Jock said confidently, “My Name is Rick Derris.”
“Well, Derris, why don’t you tell me what is going on here?” Payne replied.
“Well, Sir, I was just telling these kids about Football practice,” smirked Derris.
“Football Practice?” doubted the Major.
“Yeah, after school, at the Football field,” said Derris turning to stare directly at Espinoza.
“Right, I’ll be there,” sneered Espinoza.
“Good, bring your friends, the tryout can be brutal and we need all the fodder we can get for the team,” smiled Rick Derris ominously. With that, Derris turned and walked away, his toadies in tow—except one.
“What’s your name,” asked KD to the strangely cute, yet bat-winged, nymphet hovering above the fray.
“Darla, Darla Demensky,” she replied. She pursued her lips and blew Daniel a kiss, “See you later, Big-Boy.” Then, she smiled as flew off after her comrades-in-arms.
“Alright, get along to your dorms, and you better watch yourself, Alambra, if you screw up it’s back to juvee for you,” Payne said pointedly.
“Yeah, Boss,” Alambra replied.
While Major Payne stalked off, Goldberg said, “Dang, did you see that freaky chick with the hair?”
“Yeah, man, I think she’s got cabaza fuerte,” said Justin, tapping his head.
“She gives me the creeps man, I wonder what she looks like naked?” pondered Alex, cringing.
“Ah, man, that’s just what I needed to think about, now I’ll never get to sleep,” muttered Max D. while he dusted himself off.
“What’s your name, Kid?” asked Kayden, extending his hand to Derris’ victim.
“Max Delwind, Dorm F”
“Room 5?” chimed in the other four.
“Yeah, How’d you guess?”
**********
Tune-in for the next installment of Mutant High: First Day to find out more about Pent-rific Five and their exploits that day…What happens at Orientation? A Talk with the Red-Haired Girl!…and finally…Let’s Play BALL!!!!!
Broccli_Head
Explorer
Hooray! A new Post!
Three Cheers for Dorm F!....Hip, Hip Hooray!; Hip, Hip--
OK, alright, I see that no one else is joining in...
The first day gets better, true believers...
I'm taking bets on how long you think it takes Justin to bolt.
1 day, 2?
also....¡Mira, patrones, soy Bouriqua! ¡No soy Chicano!
despite appearences to the contrary, but Justin is a survivor, so when in Rome, or San Antonio (which has a 53% Hispanic population, predominantly of Mexican descent) do as they do....
Three Cheers for Dorm F!....Hip, Hip Hooray!; Hip, Hip--
OK, alright, I see that no one else is joining in...
The first day gets better, true believers...
I'm taking bets on how long you think it takes Justin to bolt.
1 day, 2?
also....¡Mira, patrones, soy Bouriqua! ¡No soy Chicano!
despite appearences to the contrary, but Justin is a survivor, so when in Rome, or San Antonio (which has a 53% Hispanic population, predominantly of Mexican descent) do as they do....
Malachai_rose
First Post
Heheh, I hate that guy Rick Derris, hes nothin but a bully which is whats gonna make the next post even better.
First Day mutie high smack down baby !!!
lol Well seeing as how were almost 2 sessions behind and brevity isn't zens strong suit 
I would sugggest some sort of 80's montage set to GnR's Welcome to the Jungle to speed up the timeline
which is whats gonna make the next post even better.First Day mutie high smack down baby !!!
lol
Well seeing as how were almost 2 sessions behind and brevity isn't zens strong suit I would sugggest some sort of 80's montage set to GnR's Welcome to the Jungle to speed up the timeline lobstermagnet
First Post
Ahhhh yes. 2 Sessions behind. Playing this game reminds me of the good ol high school days. I am pretty much playing me when I was 14. My hormones were raging and I was checking out every hot girl in school Wait till everyone sees how some of US messed up and got our rear ends in big big trouble. Zen needs to keep up with the times and post the rest. See ya ll this week.
Wait till everyone sees how some of US messed up and got our rear ends in big big trouble. Zen needs to keep up with the times and post the rest. See ya ll this week.
