New Generation Legacy, Issue 2: A New day arrives

Nick

"It wasn't your fault Nick," Layla responds, "I think it was going to happen even if no one showed thier powers, but its sweet that you apologized." She leans in a gives you a brief kiss on the cheek. "And yes, I am ready to go now and isn't the food free here, not much of a treat." She adds in teasingly.

"Message sent." Amy responds.

Not more then a few heartbeats later a gust of wind springs out of nowhere and Nick feels someone leaning on his shoulder.

"Did someone miss me? Or was it Layla calling in hopes of hanging around someone fun for a change?'
 

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Nick

"It wasn't your fault Nick," Layla responds, "I think it was going to happen even if no one showed thier powers, but its sweet that you apologized." She leans in a gives you a brief kiss on the cheek. "And yes, I am ready to go now and isn't the food free here, not much of a treat." She adds in teasingly.
"I can be sweet times," Nick responds with a shrug.
"Message sent." Amy responds.

Not more then a few heartbeats later a gust of wind springs out of nowhere and Nick feels someone leaning on his shoulder.

"Did someone miss me? Or was it Layla calling in hopes of hanging around someone fun for a change?'
The young elite shakes his head with a coy grin, “Heh, I was just making sure your sorry ass wasn’t still crying over the scrapes you got yesterday. Good to see that you didn’t lose that spring in your step. Let’s get some breakfast, on me,” he winks at Layla, “Free or not, it’s the thought that counts, right? I am not really looking forward to class, but I am looking forward to meeting the rest of the student body.”


Nick heads to the Cafeteria.
 

"Wow, is that normal here?" Keller asks, smiling. So cool. That girl has issues though. This could be a lot more interesting than I thought. And safe here my @ss. :)

"Nice to meet you too..."

"Why does fencing need heavy armor? I thought it was just like padded suit and a face guard thing - that shouldn't require months. And those foils aren't real weapons anyway, right?"

"But I would totally be up for some kind of combat sport as long as there aren't a ton of stupid rules."
 

"What?" Emmet asks, eyes wide. "That was entirely unexpected. Did I say something wrong?" "Wait," Emmet asks, turning to Clover. "Are you saying that she likes me? Because the current evidence suggests the opposite."

"In any case, it would seem that she requires some time in an anger management course. I hope that I did not offend her. I did not know." he adds, looking down at his field generator and switching it off. "I would not be eager to fence with her if I were you either, Clover; any protective gear would be largely superfluous."

"Sadly, most sorts of athletic competitions would require significant changes to the rules and regulations, or else devolve into sheer ridiculousness due to the wide variety of Elite abilities that could be implemented. The only rational move would be to ban the use of such abilities within an athletic event."

Assuming you cared about athletic events at all, of course. The amount of attention payed to such events and their participants is criminal. While colleges certainly award academic scholarships, I have yet to hear about a talent scout attempting to recruit gifted young scientists or creative writers.
 

"Some girls have the emotional range of a teaspoon Emmet. Guys too for that matter. People are right whacko when it comes down to it love. That might just be the way she shows affection...or she could have been making an offer."

"The fencing they do in the olympics is for ponces. I was thinking historical fencing. Broadswords instead of Rapiers, its a lot of full body contact. Thats a real sport."
Clover replies.

"There would have to be rules to stop anyone from getting hurt, thats only reasonable. I think your wrong though mate, our powers are why we are here part of who we are. We'll need to come up with new sports, or adjust the rules, but so what? Thats why we're here to learn our powers."
 
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"Real old time swords and full contact? Sounds like fun."

"I think what ...Emmet ?... means is that there's not going to be the same sort of abilities between people. There's probably not going to be a game that works for people with all manner of powers, and then there's not so many elites that there could be a whole league of symmetric sort of teams."
 

"Actually, Mary, my point was that the introduction of varied and powerful Elite abilities into a set framework of rules would so drastically change what was a conventional contest of athletic talent into little more than a game of strategic power utilization. For example, a game of soccer, also known as European football, played with Elite talents would scarcely resemble the game you remember from childhood. A telekinetic could simply grab the ball with their powers and fling it into the opposing team's goal without moving an inch, or a teleporter might create a portal that would allow instant scoring," Emmet explains, drawing on his napkin to illustrate both of his examples.

Emmet begins to correct Clover about her...misunderstandings of fencing, then stopped. While she is wrong, and seems far too eager to reduce an intriguing into some kind of sadistic bloodsport that glorifies actual violence rather than sanitizing it into something somewhat constructive, it is not any of my business. If Clover enjoys dueling with a broadsword, then let her enjoy it. It is only a sport, after all.

"And while I agree that our Elite gifts are part of who we are, our own self extends beyond whatever our individual variation might be, barring such drastic changes that radically alter our interactions with this world. Someone like Manjit, for example. Learning when to use our gifts, and when not to use them is likely a vital component of the power training courses. It could also be crippling to use a certain Elite ability as a crutch instead of mastering the relevant skill, comparable to relying on an advanced calculator before learning the mathematical theory," Emmet argues, a smile on his face.

"Although I suppose my own thoughts conveniently fail to apply to my specific case. I am incapable of failing to use my own Elite ability of hypercognition, and I would be unlikely to disable my mental enhancement under any circumstance," he admits with a small shrug.
 

"You asked me what classes I was taking earlier Emmet? Ethics and Philosophy. Everything about us is confusing, even a basic conversation like, 'Do you want to have a basketball team?' is crazy. I wanna hear what conclusion you guys come up with but for now I'll be right back. Pleasure meeting you Mary, excuse me gents and ladies." Cody says with a small smile, patting Raph and Jerry on the back while he gets up to leave.

Heading in the direction Tina went off to, Cody looks for her, inquiring with Amy if he has to.
 

Cody

Raph finishes up what she is eating and then follows you out into the hall way, quietly humming a tune as she walks. You don't need to ask Amy for help as you round a corner you see both Tina and Jun Min talking in low but heated tones. Your arrival seems to break what ever tension there is as Jun Min takes a step back. "If you have anything else that you wish to talk about please feel free to come to my office." She then turns and heads down the hall. Raph watches the the scene unfold intently but remains quiet.

Tina remains behind leaning up against the wall. "What do you want?" She responds gruffly.

Nick

"Whatever," he replies, "They just got lucky." He replies with shrug. "Besides, I didn't want to have to do all the work." He adds with a smile.

Layla shakes her head and laughs as she follows along.

The trip to the cafeteria is short and soon you are there, nothing much has changed since the last time you were here execpt for a rather large hole in one of the support beams.

Emmet, Mary, Clover, Jerry

"I don't know if I agree with that partner," John remarks on Emmet's comment. "Now I don't think that normal people should be playing against an all elite team but two elite teams would make for a level playing field. Sure, some rules would have to be changed but don't they always? Any competition is basically using your strength to beat the other teams weakness, being an elite just changes it a little."

"Either way I am going to get a game of foot ball going if it kills me. Cody tells me you like swimming and surfing, you should start a club up or something." He says to Jerry.
 

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