Here's the Gameplay thread.
Okay, it's morning in Zion City. All of you have gotten off the taxi, coming from your home towns. You've stopped at the School for Gifted Children. Whether you have a metagene or not.
There are hardly any clouds in the sky. The sky is clear and it's a brisk spring day. You feel the wind at your back. The birds are chirping, meaning that they are pretty happy about this day. All of you have letters of recommendation for this school.
GM: Okay, describe your plain clothes. You don't have costumes yet, as they are being made (well, with the exception of the Guyver amongst you). All of you should be Teenagers. You are standing at the front door of the school, so describe your mood too.
One easily heard her coming before you see her, as the loud drone of her super bike could be heard from quite some distance. The orange missile could be seen clearly once it came into few, her rider also in a similar orange suit that helped with resistance and the cold from driving such speeds when not observed too much by the law
Jessie came to a stop as she dismounts her bike, the lights blinked once or twice as she switches it off. Removing her helmet, black hair flows from inside, Asian features are evident on her face as she gets her bags from the small storage space of the bike. She takes a quick gander at a piece of paper she gets from her pocket, look up at the school, nods and sets out to at least change out of her biking attire
She was still in a bit of a shock to think she made it this far. She was going to be dead long before she reached this age, yet, here she is, going to school. And not just any school, THE school. Time will tell what her new lease on life had in wait for her
A taxi arrives on Jessie's tail, and its occupant steps out.
A fresh-faced teen Latina emerges, long straight black hair framing a bronze, heart-shaped face. Large, deep brown eyes stare at the beautiful architecture before her, and she lets out a giggle in astonishment.
Her outfit is simple but functional, blue jeans and and a jeans jacket over a salmon t-shirt, and scuffed but clean cowboy boots. <Yes, I have the letter,>* she speaks quietly into the air. She pats her handbag, a canvas purse embroidered in a colorful floral motif, and a sugar skull pin on the shoulder strap.
The taxi driver places her suitcase next to her. "Oh! Thank you, sir!" she replied with delight, warming the place with a bright smile. With a smile and nod, the driver acknowledges her gratitude and heads back.
Looking around, she heads close to the other teen girl at the doorway. "Hi! I'm Catrina. And you are... oh... oh wow..."
* Translated from Spanish
Jessie turns to the other arrival, she smiles a very pleasant smile, as she extends her hand at her "Hi, Im Jessie, i see youre new too" as she glanced at the letter. "I am off to get out of my suit, cant go to class in this, will get way too hot."
At the last remark she kind of looks around with a puzzled expression "What? The school? Yeah, impressive isnt it?"
Catrina swallows and smiles. "Yes! I hope I can stay, it'll be like living in a castle!"
After Jessie leaves to change, Catrina stands alone at the entryway, and blows out a deep breath. Quietly, to no one in particular, she asks, "¿Está muerta?"
Catrina swallows and smiles. "Yes! I hope I can stay, it'll be like living in a castle!"
After Jessie leaves to change, Catrina stands alone at the entryway, and blows out a deep breath. Quietly, to no one in particular, she asks, "¿Está muerta?"
You feel a ghost.
Catrina looks expectantly at the other presence.
He breaths deep the fine leather of the Mercedes Benz town car. The skinny young man closes his eyes and feels the living minds around him. Some on the sidewalk which flit away like sparks from a fire. Some in cars on the street which flit around like fireflies. As the black town car pulls up to the school, Timothy collects his bag.
The new kid steps out. He closes his eyes to get the lay of the land, just as he was taught. His blue-green eyes dart back and forth looking for telekinetic weapons, just as he was taught.
Timothy stops.
He drops to his knee and prays. The pope tailors had made the teen a handmade Italian three piece suit. The grey-black cashmere clung tight to his lanky body, yet somehow added back grace.
"Thank you for all your miracles and blessings Lord." He says with earnestness.
"Please let me serve you Lord. Your will be done. In Jesus name I pray. Amen." Timothy's eyes open. It's nearly imperceptible, but for a very brief moment He seemed to levitate a bit while rising to his feet. He looks at the two girls and smiles brightly. "It's a wonderful day to be alive; isn't it?"
The long sleek car that comes up isn't quite black, but a deep shade of purple. The driver who comes out to open the door is built like a brick wall, with skin the same color and texture. The kid who comes out is a bit on the shorter side, with tousled hair and a big grin. He slips on a slim black backpack and gives the driver a fist bump as he collects his suitcase.
As he heads over towards the doors, they are surrounded by the sounds of a catchy instrumental. He throws in a couple dance moves as he comes up.
"Oh, yes. It's an amazing day."
Jessie comes back from the dressing room, her riding jacket and helm neatly packed away, helmet hanging from her backpack as she goes to stow them in her bike. She's now in a more casual brown jacket with a black and white shirt and pants and calf high brown boots, her hair tied in a long narrow pony tail. She pauses at the gathered group, but smiles at them with a wave. A strange Tattoo can been seen on her back. A triangle pattern of four circles, linked by what seems like tendrils
"Didn't expect so many newbies on the same day. Well, pleased to meet ya all. Call me Jessie or Jess. How ever you feel like"
Despite approaching from behind him, he turns to welcome Jessie into the group. The music fades down to not interfere with conversation. "I'm Wayne. And this is still a bit surreal. It's going to take a bit of getting used to." Though he's Chinese, his accent is all Manhattan.
She once again outs out her hand, greeting him. She still had a strong English accent, but she kinda liked the looks she got. People pinning her as a proper English Lady. Till they get to know her, or see her on her bike. Again. Having to be able to do all this was still quite the thrill
"I concur. Being here, seeing the school. Quite the experience. Even more so being abroad and all that"
He then picks up his backpack and duffel bag, turns around and walks over to the other students waiting.
"Hi, everyone. I'm Parker. What are your names?"
"Timothy. It's nice to meet you." The young man says. Being that his name and image decorate every news feed around the world currently, You'd likely have seen his face. His dark hair which is shaved close to the sides of his head. A healthy mop of lightly curled hair adorns the top.
According to the pushers of pablum, he's the Catholic weapon. 'Telekinesis Timmy'.
Timothy shakes his hand reflexively.
"Didn't expect so many newbies on the same day. Well, pleased to meet ya all. Call me Jessie or Jess. How ever you feel like"
"You brighten our day. A better name for you is Sunshine." He appears to blush a little at the unpracticed flirtatious gesture, but he quickly recovers. He smiles at her with kindness.
She gently pulls the sides of her jacket to the side, bending her knees in a curtsy
"You flatter me good sir. Especially the name, as some would disagree." she smiles and straightens out "Named after the writer of the book in the Bible?" she asks curiously
Catrina grins as the boys approach. "Hi! I'm Catrina. It's a pleasure to meet you." She extends her hand in greeting.
After going through introductions, she adds, "So, are we all new here? Does anyone know who we're supposed to meet?" She looks around expectantly at everyone else.
Jessie shrugs as she takes out her letter
"Unless someone has something other than just a letter, I don't think so. Hopefully we simply wait here? Then again, who knows how this school handles transfers or references"
She gently pulls the sides of her jacket to the side, bending her knees in a curtsy
"You flatter me good sir. Especially the name, as some would disagree." she smiles and straightens out "Named after the writer of the book in the Bible?" she asks curiously
"Yes. Like the children of nearly every faithful Catholic...And only the blind could not see your light." It's apparent that Timothy is amused with their interaction.
Catrina grins as the boys approach. "Hi! I'm Catrina. It's a pleasure to meet you." She extends her hand in greeting.
After going through introductions, she adds, "So, are we all new here? Does anyone know who we're supposed to meet?" She looks around expectantly at everyone else.
Timothy reaches for her hand and gently grasps. The story of Samson and Delilah float through the corridors of mind. Although attractive, he feels trepidation at the sight of her. "I'm new. Maybe someone is inside to help us." He says mater-of-factly.
She smiles at Parker, as she points to her bike "She's a beauty isn't she? My folks got her for me on my 16th. I know they are seen as wealthy, but I can guarantee you I'm not one of the spoiled brats you see on TV. I can discuss the story perhaps at a later time why I was gifted such an amazing bike." she laughs as she leans in close with a whisper "Probably the closest some guys would get to seeing one girl ontop of another!"
Despite approaching from behind him, he turns to welcome Jessie into the group. The music fades down to not interfere with conversation. "I'm Wayne. And this is still a bit surreal. It's going to take a bit of getting used to." Though he's Chinese, his accent is all Manhattan.
Central City is the closest made-up city. :)
Then you all see it. An image of Black Canary in her best dress -- which is of course a mini-skirt. "Welcome new students, to Zion High. I'm your school counselor and History teacher. I am Black Canary. You're the new Superhero class. Come in, come in."
The doors open without a hiss. "You will be assigned lockers to put away your books," Black Canary chimes.
Catrina notes Timothy's trepidation but lets it pass.
Catrina smiles warmly at Parker. "Thank you! My grandma made it for me."
She then peers over Parker's shoulder when he reveals the letter. "Yeah, does it say?" Her accent is Californian, but not surfer. "Or would there be someone here to meet us?" Still leaning over Parker's shoulder, she flits her head around to look for anyone else.
As Black Canary appears, Catrina responds, "Oh! Black Canary! Hi! Thank you! I'm Catrina." She heads inside as requested.
"We can arrange it if that's your thing, perhaps invite Tim along?" she winks but then shakes her head "No, not an actress, until recently I was unable to pursue much outside of my home. So now I'm jumping to experience as much as I can. So, yeah, the world is still very much open to me"
Then to the proffessor she bows in respect "I thank you for the introduction, I am looking forward to exceed the school's expectations of me" her laid back nature almost gone in a flash
Timothy finishes the meet and greets. He listens as the conversations evolve while adding nothing. He had nothing important to add.
As Black Canary appears, Catrina responds, "Oh! Black Canary! Hi! Thank you! I'm Catrina." She heads inside as requested.
"I think that it's a projection. I'm not sure that she can hear you." He shrugs, and heads towards the facility while controlling his speed to stay close to the group.
As Black Canary appears, Catrina responds, "Oh! Black Canary! Hi! Thank you! I'm Catrina." She heads inside as requested."I think that it's a projection. I'm not sure that she can hear you." He shrugs, and heads towards the facility while controlling his speed to stay close to the group.
With a slight sneer, Catrina looks at the doors, a little to her left, and at the yard behind Timothy, replying, "Well, someone can."
She strides ahead quickly, not waiting for a response.
"I don't think it does. People come from all walks of life. It's only natural to not know everything that goes on in the world. And at least some of you saw these hero's in action. I had to watch from a small room on a TV. But not anymore!" she exclaims, lifting her hand into the air and marching off and following Catrina
Catrina looks over Parker. Such a flatterer, that one. She smiles with Parker's whisper and responds, "No, it's fine. We never saw anyone back home. They're all like celebrities you never see."
"I use to watch nature shows, nature movies, but now, i want to go out and experience it, horror and action has kinda lost its shine too" she taps her nose with a wink "So, comedies are good, everyone needs a break from reality and deserve to laugh, and the more my muscles ache from laughter the better" she tries to answer his question the best she could
"That's good to know. Thanks, Catrina." Parker wipes away the bit of sweat that formed on his brow. "Do you like '80s movies?" matching her pace as they walk towards the doors.
"What, like Ghostbusters?" she breezily replies, an impish, knowing grin on her face.
"Ghostbusters work, action comedies work too, Naked Gun, Police Academy, those types, yeah" she replies with smile "No better medicine than a good laugh"
She thinks for a while then shakes her head
"Can't say that I have. And as to flavour. Butter and sugar. I'm a bit of a sweet tooth" she laughs
The image of Black Canary stops you in front of Room 1A. "Here is your classroom," says Black Canary. "You are learning to be heroes, yes, I know. Unlike our previous Young Justice team fourteen years ago, I won't be your teacher."
Soon, you see him. White haired, white skinned -- with a little tan. Left arm made of metal, left eye flashing, and in a costume that is mostly blue with gold trim. The most distinctive thing you see about him is that he has a red X for a belt buckle. "This is Professor Cable, he will be your homeroom teacher," Black Canary explains.
"So, Nightwing told me about you," Cable says. "did you bring gym clothes?"
"Yes, sir."
Parker takes a quick glance to see if there are any noticable glass components to their homeroom teacher's metal arm.
As Greekfyre, you did not notice anything glass or concrete-ness about his arm.
As Jessie joins in, Parker looks from Catrina to Jessie and back to Catrina as he speaks, "Have you ever seen the Val Kilmer flick, Real Genius, ladies? What flavor popcorn do you each like?"
"Cinnamon!" Catrina replies.
In the room, speaking with Cable, she replies, "Yeah, in my suitcase."
While growing up, The Jesuits had limited Timothy's education to documentaries and Christmas TV shows during Christmas time. The Heat Miser song stuck out for him. He silently sings to himself.
He's Mister Green Christmas
He's Mister Sun
He's Mister Heat Blister
He's Mister Hundred and One
A bit embarrassed for his lack of informal education. He smiles while the others interrelate.
"So, Nightwing told me about you," Cable says. "did you bring gym clothes?"
Confused, Timothy asks. "Why would I have Jim's clothes?
He had been distracted by a call for part of this, but cam back to follow Black Canary's hologram. It was a shame she wouldn't be teaching them. She might be able to give him pointers with his powers.
In response to Mr. Cable's question, he says, "Yes, did you want normal gym clothes, or..." He presses a button and his backpack unfolds and wraps around him into an armored suit with wings on it. "...special gym clothes?"
Catrina gasps at Wayne. "Whoa! That is so cool! Can you fly with those?"
He had been distracted by a call for part of this, but cam back to follow Black Canary's hologram. It was a shame she wouldn't be teaching them. She might be able to give him pointers with his powers.
In response to Mr. Cable's question, he says, "Yes, did you want normal gym clothes, or..." He presses a button and his backpack unfolds and wraps around him into an armored suit with wings on it. "...special gym clothes?"
"As long as you shower after training," says Cable. "The real Dark Knight might be proud."
"I can go put on a leotard if that is required?" as she looks at Wayne, she raises an eyebrow them smiles with a shake of her head "Quite the suit there, flashy. And not a horror show." having been in a bit of a daze as she admired everything the school had to offer, she laughs again "This is going to be fun"
"Great, where's the locker room? Jessie, let's get changed."
Internally, Catrina laughed at the idea of the horror show. That can wait.