((As this is my first real story-related post, feel free to jump in or comment as you like, and if you have any questions about the character don't hesitate to ask, I'll be posting a little blurb about Jayna and how I expect her to generally develop in my introduction post.))
“We have a surprise for you today students,” Professor Joseph Keyes states to the class. “I know it’s rather late in the school year for new students, but all the same I expect you to give a warm welcome for Jayna Stevens. Why don’t you come in and introduce yourself Miss Stevens?” The Professor says towards the door as a young woman hesitantly steps through.
With a slight look of disapproval on his face, Professor Keyes says over the clapping of the students, “Why aren’t you in uniform young lady?”
Jayna walks into the room, about 5’6” slim, with light purplish-pink hair that changed to an almost orange colour in the right light, wearing long black pants and a large grey sweater, sleeves stretched down to cover her hands to the knuckles. Completing the ensemble, which obviously had it’s roots in skater-wear, was a pair of what may have been white skater shoes, but had obviously been well worn to a uniform dirt-colour.
With a quick glance around the classroom, her nervousness evident to all, Jayna said, “There’s some problems with my uniform that I haven’t been able to sort out yet, sorry Professor…”
“Well, I guess it can’t be helped then,” sighed Professor Keyes, a major stickler for proper dress, “why don’t you tell the class a little bit about yourself?”
“Ummm, I don’t think that’s too good an idea sir,” Jayna stammered, a quick look of panic flashing across her face. “I don’t know how much I should say, and I don’t really feel comfortable talking about my past…” She was visible anxious about the question, slowly shifting her weight back and forth on her feet, hugging herself with her right arm while focusing on the waste basket next to Professor Keyes’ desk.
“Come now, there must be something you can tell us? What are your parent’s names? Where did you come from? What was your last school like? There must be something you can share about yourself,” Professor Keyes prodded.
Something flashed in Jayna’s eyes at the barrage of questions. In a voice that was so close to her voice yet so different, so full of malice and mocking she started “Parents? Home? School? I have no parents.” Jayna sneered, now standing defiantly, a completely different person than a few seconds ago. “The only home I’ve ever known is the open world; my only bed has been the cold ground; two days of my life are harder than twenty years of yours ‘Professor.’”
Professor Keyes, stunned by the sudden outburst can only stand there with his mouth hanging open as Jayna’s gaze, burning with an unnatural purple light swept over the equally stunned students. “School? My only education has been at the hands of those relentlessly pursuing me. This school,” she practically spat the word, “is nothing more than a nursery for babies that can’t stand on their own.”
All of a sudden the fire left Jayna’s eyes, and she slumped back against the chalkboard staring at the ground, mouth slightly open and breathing heavily. She seemed to visibly shrink into herself as she furtively gazed around the room without lifting her head. Slowly her arms came up to encircle herself, as if all she wanted to do was sink down into a corner and pretend that nothing had ever happened.
Professor Keyes, finally managing to find his voice, blurted out “I don’t know about your past, but around here we try to maintain a certain amount of dignity and respect! This is not a good start to things young lady!”
Her head jumped up, eyes locking with his, as if she had just been slapped. “Uh… I…” *thwump*
The sound of air rushing into the space which Jayna had been was deafening in the absolutely silent class room.
First Impressions
Moderator: Student Council
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palilla
((Ok, stories growing in my head as I speak, which is both good and bad, gonna be at least a few more entires before I'm done. If I manage to make any huge errors in SJS "lore" so to speak, please point it out, I haven't had a chance to read everything on the forums yet.
Palilla, thanks a bunch for the response, I was hoping to get some responses like that, and if people are confused, things *should* work themselves out by the end, at least clearer than they are now.
But for now, Part 2!))
“I can assure you Agent Stanton, while we haven’t dealt exactly with a case like Jayna’s, we do have an impressive record of helping youth, both run a ways and those that grew up in families, grow into well adjusted adults with super powers. Some of them go on to be heroes, some of them don’t, but that’s really their choice isn’t it?” Sir Arthur Winston III, headmaster of Saint Joseph Scholl, reassured Agent John Stanton of the Counter Super Powered Terrorism Unit. “I understand your concerns, but I just don’t think their well founded in this situation.”
Agent Stanton lets out a long sigh, sure that the Headmaster doesn’t fully understand the situation. “How can I put this so you can understand,” he thinks out loud. “I’ve personally seen Jayna level an entire house, watched her take out full assault squads sent to take her out, and then remember nothing about it. I have never seen anyone display such power at such a young age with next to no control over it.”
“If she’s so powerful why doesn’t CSPTU legally adopt Jayna and train her as an agent? I’m glad you’re choosing to try to give her a normal childhood, but I want to know your reasoning behind it.” Seeing the Agent’s brow furrow a little at the question, Sir Winston explains a little further, “It’s a matter of safety for the other children.”
“Growing up in an agency is no place for any child,” Agent Stanton said, somewhat forcefully. “Jayna needs a place where she can grow into who she wants to be, not have a job or position forced on her that doesn’t suit her. I know I’m asking a lot here, but my Director agrees with me, and has authorized the use of funds to pay for anything that is needed to give Jayna a chance and keep her safe.”
A sudden explosion cuts off the Headmaster’s response shaking the whole SJS campus.
Palilla, thanks a bunch for the response, I was hoping to get some responses like that, and if people are confused, things *should* work themselves out by the end, at least clearer than they are now.
But for now, Part 2!))
“I can assure you Agent Stanton, while we haven’t dealt exactly with a case like Jayna’s, we do have an impressive record of helping youth, both run a ways and those that grew up in families, grow into well adjusted adults with super powers. Some of them go on to be heroes, some of them don’t, but that’s really their choice isn’t it?” Sir Arthur Winston III, headmaster of Saint Joseph Scholl, reassured Agent John Stanton of the Counter Super Powered Terrorism Unit. “I understand your concerns, but I just don’t think their well founded in this situation.”
Agent Stanton lets out a long sigh, sure that the Headmaster doesn’t fully understand the situation. “How can I put this so you can understand,” he thinks out loud. “I’ve personally seen Jayna level an entire house, watched her take out full assault squads sent to take her out, and then remember nothing about it. I have never seen anyone display such power at such a young age with next to no control over it.”
“If she’s so powerful why doesn’t CSPTU legally adopt Jayna and train her as an agent? I’m glad you’re choosing to try to give her a normal childhood, but I want to know your reasoning behind it.” Seeing the Agent’s brow furrow a little at the question, Sir Winston explains a little further, “It’s a matter of safety for the other children.”
“Growing up in an agency is no place for any child,” Agent Stanton said, somewhat forcefully. “Jayna needs a place where she can grow into who she wants to be, not have a job or position forced on her that doesn’t suit her. I know I’m asking a lot here, but my Director agrees with me, and has authorized the use of funds to pay for anything that is needed to give Jayna a chance and keep her safe.”
A sudden explosion cuts off the Headmaster’s response shaking the whole SJS campus.
*thwump*thwump*
I can’t believe this is happening again, and why right now! Jayna’s thoughts wailed, frantically running from the classroom, teleportation powers totally out of control sending her randomly around the Saint Joseph School Campus, tears welling in her eyes.
Couldn’t things have at least almost been normal for a little while? Maybe if the others had gotten to know me they wouldn’t treat me like a freak, like everyone else has, but now that’s impossible. I should just run away like always… *thwump*
Yes, no one will accept you here, there’s nothing for you here. Come back to The Institute, come back to your “Home.” It’s where you belong. A voice not hers says in her head. *thwump*
NO! Leave me alone! *thwump* GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Jayna’s mental voice screams, tears flooding down her face, blasts of energy randomly scorching the school halls as her powers totally left her control.
You know I can’t do that. The voice intoned. We are the same person and you know that truth, I’m growing tired of your attempts to deny that fact Jayna.
We’re NOT the same! I’ll never go back there!
You don’t have a choice my dear. STAND STILL. The voice commanded and Jayna immediately froze, a look of terror on her tear streaked face. Look around my sweet Jayna, and see that you will be going Home.
Even before she wiped her eyes clear Jayna knew that she was surrounded. “No… It can’t be…” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. She was surrounded by eight men all clad in black.
“Come with us,” a voice as cold as the void itself cracked from behind Jayna, sending a shiver up her spine.
Yes, go with them Jayna, they won’t hurt you if you cooperate, and you know it. The menacing voice in her head said triumphantly.
Tears streaming full force down her face, Jayna slowly turned towards the voice behind her only to freeze as her eyes fall on the enormous gun pointed towards her from a distance of less than two meters.
Remember that? Remember the pain it cause you from just a near miss? Trust me now when I say this, he WILL NOT miss again. The choice really is coming home in agony, or coming home in comfort, nothing other than that.
Frantically looking around for anything or anyone that might help, and finding nothing, Jayna’s shoulders slump. You win, I guess I shouldn’t have ever resisted in the first place. Sinking to her knees, crying into her hands, she manages to say in a small voice, “Take me back, just, just don’t hurt me ok?”
Slowly lowering his gun, obvious pleasure at capturing his prey suffusing his voice, the black figure says, “Welcome back to The Institute Zero-Eight-Three, it’s not often one is shown so much umphf!”
Smashing into the black figures back, then immediately driving a sledgehammer like right hook into the abductor to the gunman’s right and a quick left back hand into the abductor to the gunman’s left Jayna’s mysterious rescuer suddenly puts all eight abductors on the ground in the space of less than one second.
“No one but ME gives the fresh-meat trouble around here.” Biff Hannigan growls, dropping into a combat stance ready for the counter attack.
Pulling himself free from the tangle of bodies the gunman looks at his weapon, no longer glowing in the middle with its displays broken and dark. “Kill him then grab the girl!”
I can’t believe this is happening again, and why right now! Jayna’s thoughts wailed, frantically running from the classroom, teleportation powers totally out of control sending her randomly around the Saint Joseph School Campus, tears welling in her eyes.
Couldn’t things have at least almost been normal for a little while? Maybe if the others had gotten to know me they wouldn’t treat me like a freak, like everyone else has, but now that’s impossible. I should just run away like always… *thwump*
Yes, no one will accept you here, there’s nothing for you here. Come back to The Institute, come back to your “Home.” It’s where you belong. A voice not hers says in her head. *thwump*
NO! Leave me alone! *thwump* GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Jayna’s mental voice screams, tears flooding down her face, blasts of energy randomly scorching the school halls as her powers totally left her control.
You know I can’t do that. The voice intoned. We are the same person and you know that truth, I’m growing tired of your attempts to deny that fact Jayna.
We’re NOT the same! I’ll never go back there!
You don’t have a choice my dear. STAND STILL. The voice commanded and Jayna immediately froze, a look of terror on her tear streaked face. Look around my sweet Jayna, and see that you will be going Home.
Even before she wiped her eyes clear Jayna knew that she was surrounded. “No… It can’t be…” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. She was surrounded by eight men all clad in black.
“Come with us,” a voice as cold as the void itself cracked from behind Jayna, sending a shiver up her spine.
Yes, go with them Jayna, they won’t hurt you if you cooperate, and you know it. The menacing voice in her head said triumphantly.
Tears streaming full force down her face, Jayna slowly turned towards the voice behind her only to freeze as her eyes fall on the enormous gun pointed towards her from a distance of less than two meters.
Remember that? Remember the pain it cause you from just a near miss? Trust me now when I say this, he WILL NOT miss again. The choice really is coming home in agony, or coming home in comfort, nothing other than that.
Frantically looking around for anything or anyone that might help, and finding nothing, Jayna’s shoulders slump. You win, I guess I shouldn’t have ever resisted in the first place. Sinking to her knees, crying into her hands, she manages to say in a small voice, “Take me back, just, just don’t hurt me ok?”
Slowly lowering his gun, obvious pleasure at capturing his prey suffusing his voice, the black figure says, “Welcome back to The Institute Zero-Eight-Three, it’s not often one is shown so much umphf!”
Smashing into the black figures back, then immediately driving a sledgehammer like right hook into the abductor to the gunman’s right and a quick left back hand into the abductor to the gunman’s left Jayna’s mysterious rescuer suddenly puts all eight abductors on the ground in the space of less than one second.
“No one but ME gives the fresh-meat trouble around here.” Biff Hannigan growls, dropping into a combat stance ready for the counter attack.
Pulling himself free from the tangle of bodies the gunman looks at his weapon, no longer glowing in the middle with its displays broken and dark. “Kill him then grab the girl!”
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Voltaic Em
Em peeked out the Chemistry lab door. She wasn't supposed to be in here unattended, but there was no way that the penguins would let her brew up the chemicals she needed during normal chemistry class. She heard a disturbance down the hallway, and turned to see a new student, surrounded by Biff, which was expected, and eight men dressed entirely in black, which wasn't. Unfortunatly, unless she wanted to go out the window, Em was going to have to walk through that mess.
With a resigned sigh, she gathered up the shoebox-sized box of vials and syringes, and made her wasy down the hallway. Maybe she could just slip past them...
Biff flew into action, and the eight men went sprawling. Em smiled smugly. Good old Biff. Looks like he was up to his old tricks. She'd seen him take on more people than that before, she wasn't too worrie about him.
"Kill him, then grab the girl!" one of the men said as he stood up. Em saw the firearm that he was toting. Nasty piece of work, and there was no way that she was going to leave Biff alone to face them. He may be a jerk, but he wasn't that bad.
Em grabbed a handful of small syringes filled with a clear teal liquid, and set the rest of the box on the floor inside the doorway of a nearby classroom. Taking the briefest moment to aim, she flung two of the darts into the back of the leader. He jerked upright and turned to face Em, as a portion of his kinetic potential was transferred into the plain-looking redhead standing less than 100 feet away from him.
"Somehow I get the impression that you ain't supposed to be in here, buddy. Why don't you save yourself some trouble and get out now." Em pressed both hands against the plaster walls, and her skin began to practically crackle as she drew electricity out of the walls. He tried to move towards her, but he moved as if he was trying to swim through waist-high molasses.
Em stepped away from the wall, and spread her arms wide. "Chica! Biff!Back up. NOW!" she shouted as the crackling electricity released from her body in a wide net of power, catching all the men in its grasp. Em gasped as the effort to keep the power flowing shook her, but she still smiled grimly...beginning to back up slowly so that her back touched the wall again.
((OOC - Em is a kin/electricity defender. She's one of those "damned sappers" I love Short Circuit))
With a resigned sigh, she gathered up the shoebox-sized box of vials and syringes, and made her wasy down the hallway. Maybe she could just slip past them...
Biff flew into action, and the eight men went sprawling. Em smiled smugly. Good old Biff. Looks like he was up to his old tricks. She'd seen him take on more people than that before, she wasn't too worrie about him.
"Kill him, then grab the girl!" one of the men said as he stood up. Em saw the firearm that he was toting. Nasty piece of work, and there was no way that she was going to leave Biff alone to face them. He may be a jerk, but he wasn't that bad.
Em grabbed a handful of small syringes filled with a clear teal liquid, and set the rest of the box on the floor inside the doorway of a nearby classroom. Taking the briefest moment to aim, she flung two of the darts into the back of the leader. He jerked upright and turned to face Em, as a portion of his kinetic potential was transferred into the plain-looking redhead standing less than 100 feet away from him.
"Somehow I get the impression that you ain't supposed to be in here, buddy. Why don't you save yourself some trouble and get out now." Em pressed both hands against the plaster walls, and her skin began to practically crackle as she drew electricity out of the walls. He tried to move towards her, but he moved as if he was trying to swim through waist-high molasses.
Em stepped away from the wall, and spread her arms wide. "Chica! Biff!Back up. NOW!" she shouted as the crackling electricity released from her body in a wide net of power, catching all the men in its grasp. Em gasped as the effort to keep the power flowing shook her, but she still smiled grimly...beginning to back up slowly so that her back touched the wall again.
((OOC - Em is a kin/electricity defender. She's one of those "damned sappers" I love Short Circuit))
Looking up at Biff, her savior, his harsh words lost to the simple fact that he had come to her rescue, Jayna could only whisper, “Why would you save me?”
A grunt was his only response as he sized up the 8 would-be abductors. A large predatory grin spread over Biff’s face as he spotted Voltaic Em slip out of the chemistry lab, but rather than draw any attention to her, he dropped to one knee in feigned exhaustion drawing the attention of Jayna’s assailants even more onto him.
"Somehow I get the impression that you ain't supposed to be in here, buddy. Why don't you save yourself some trouble and get out now." Em said drawing electricity from the walls.
“I’m not sure what Em’s planning, but we’ll probably have to move fast so get ready,” Biff whispered to Jayna, who looked thoroughly confused and in no shape to move anywhere fast.
“Huh? Em? Who?” Jayna stammered, still dazed by her sudden change of fortune.
“Chica! Biff! Back up. NOW!” she shouted.
Biff sighed saying, “I guess I’ll do everything then.”
Throwing Jayna over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, despite her squeak of protest, Biff barely managed to avoid the expanding ball of electricity centered on Em.
Dropping Jayna on the ground unceremoniously just in the shadow of some lockers Biff growled, “If you’re not going to help out, at least stay out of the way.” Not wanting or waiting for any response he charged back into the fight.
Why are they doing this for me? They don’t even know me! Jayna thought. They’re putting themselves at risk for me, but why?
It doesn’t matter, this fight will be over soon enough. The Voice sneered. No amount of super-powered children can stand up to The Institute’s seasoned trackers.
Jayna knew this to be true, she’d watched whole squads of agents taken out by the four trackers that had found her last time, and there was eight this time. She had to do something to help, she couldn’t let these people get hurt trying to protect her.
You can’t do anything to help them, remember you don’t have any control of your powers. Mocked the Voice. Even if you did try to help, you’d only do harm.
The power to help is within your grasp. The power to change is at your finger tips.
That voice! I know it! Help me please! I don’t want them to get hurt!
Be gone! She’s mine!
Wrong. We are hers’. Our power is hers’ now. This is how it’s always been and always will be, nothing you do will change that, nothing you want will change the truth into lies.
Lies! I WILL have control!
Jayna, control is yours if you just take it. Will for authority and what is rightfully yours will be freely given to you. Do you will it?
Ya, um, I mean: Yes I will for authority, I guess… Whatever that means.
No! You can’t do that, especially with such weak resolve!
I will for the authority to control my powers.
As you will, power and authority is yours.
With eyes glowing with purple fire, determination flooding into her in pace with the power Jayna looks towards the battle in progress. It looked like two of the attackers were down for the count. Voltaic Em was down on one knee, pulling power from the ground with her left hand while sending it out with her right. Biff was clearly in his element as he picked up one of the attackers and threw him through the wall.
“Ha! That’s another one down for me! You’re never gonna catch up Em!” Biff exclaimed while reaching for attacker on his back.
“I’m surprised you can even count that high Biff!” Em shouted gleefully, shocking the one Biff was holding right out of his hand. “And I’m just getting warmed up!”
*thwump* Jayna appeared right in the middle of the fight, drawing power from all those who thought her easy prey to take back to their master, both conscious and unconscious, to boost her own attacks to greater levels. Letting lose a double explosion that knocked unconscious the remaining four attackers faster than the first four were downed she showed a degree of control greater than she ever expected to wield by directing the explosions’ remaining power away from Biff and Em. Unfortunately Jayna directed the overpower right into the Chemistry lab.
The ensuing explosion shook the whole SJS campus.
A grunt was his only response as he sized up the 8 would-be abductors. A large predatory grin spread over Biff’s face as he spotted Voltaic Em slip out of the chemistry lab, but rather than draw any attention to her, he dropped to one knee in feigned exhaustion drawing the attention of Jayna’s assailants even more onto him.
"Somehow I get the impression that you ain't supposed to be in here, buddy. Why don't you save yourself some trouble and get out now." Em said drawing electricity from the walls.
“I’m not sure what Em’s planning, but we’ll probably have to move fast so get ready,” Biff whispered to Jayna, who looked thoroughly confused and in no shape to move anywhere fast.
“Huh? Em? Who?” Jayna stammered, still dazed by her sudden change of fortune.
“Chica! Biff! Back up. NOW!” she shouted.
Biff sighed saying, “I guess I’ll do everything then.”
Throwing Jayna over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, despite her squeak of protest, Biff barely managed to avoid the expanding ball of electricity centered on Em.
Dropping Jayna on the ground unceremoniously just in the shadow of some lockers Biff growled, “If you’re not going to help out, at least stay out of the way.” Not wanting or waiting for any response he charged back into the fight.
Why are they doing this for me? They don’t even know me! Jayna thought. They’re putting themselves at risk for me, but why?
It doesn’t matter, this fight will be over soon enough. The Voice sneered. No amount of super-powered children can stand up to The Institute’s seasoned trackers.
Jayna knew this to be true, she’d watched whole squads of agents taken out by the four trackers that had found her last time, and there was eight this time. She had to do something to help, she couldn’t let these people get hurt trying to protect her.
You can’t do anything to help them, remember you don’t have any control of your powers. Mocked the Voice. Even if you did try to help, you’d only do harm.
The power to help is within your grasp. The power to change is at your finger tips.
That voice! I know it! Help me please! I don’t want them to get hurt!
Be gone! She’s mine!
Wrong. We are hers’. Our power is hers’ now. This is how it’s always been and always will be, nothing you do will change that, nothing you want will change the truth into lies.
Lies! I WILL have control!
Jayna, control is yours if you just take it. Will for authority and what is rightfully yours will be freely given to you. Do you will it?
Ya, um, I mean: Yes I will for authority, I guess… Whatever that means.
No! You can’t do that, especially with such weak resolve!
I will for the authority to control my powers.
As you will, power and authority is yours.
With eyes glowing with purple fire, determination flooding into her in pace with the power Jayna looks towards the battle in progress. It looked like two of the attackers were down for the count. Voltaic Em was down on one knee, pulling power from the ground with her left hand while sending it out with her right. Biff was clearly in his element as he picked up one of the attackers and threw him through the wall.
“Ha! That’s another one down for me! You’re never gonna catch up Em!” Biff exclaimed while reaching for attacker on his back.
“I’m surprised you can even count that high Biff!” Em shouted gleefully, shocking the one Biff was holding right out of his hand. “And I’m just getting warmed up!”
*thwump* Jayna appeared right in the middle of the fight, drawing power from all those who thought her easy prey to take back to their master, both conscious and unconscious, to boost her own attacks to greater levels. Letting lose a double explosion that knocked unconscious the remaining four attackers faster than the first four were downed she showed a degree of control greater than she ever expected to wield by directing the explosions’ remaining power away from Biff and Em. Unfortunately Jayna directed the overpower right into the Chemistry lab.
The ensuing explosion shook the whole SJS campus.
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Voltaic Em
((Very Nice, Jayna! Whoo!))
Reflexes drove Em to the floor when the new girl let out a large burst of energy. Those same reflexes had her back on her feet, and running down the hallway away from the burning lab, almost before she had realized what had happened.
My supplies. Em made an about face, skidding to a halt a mere 50 feet away from where she had started. She ran back to the classroom, and grabbed the box of syringes. She looked over at Biff and the new girl. Biff was already practically dragging her away from the scene.
"Make sure she's safe, Biff!" Em shouted. "Get her back to Conrads, or someone!"
The lights in the hallway were still flickering madly from the irregular flow of electricity. The effect was almost like a strobe light, as she made her way towards the door of the chemistry lab, eyes beginning to sting from the acrid smoke difting out.
Her hand groped the wall, searching for the fire alarm. After a panicked moment, she felt it, and she pulled the handle down hard, shattering the glass vial, and setting off an ear-splitting alarm.
Her lungs were burning now. She struggled to make her way out of the cloud, but the burst of energy she had stolen from one of the attackers was wearing off, and she was so slow, and so very tired. She dropped to the ground, and began crawling out, dragging the box of supplies along with one hand.
She barely made it halfway down the hallway, before her strength finally gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious. She hadn't even had time to trigger her MedBadge.
Reflexes drove Em to the floor when the new girl let out a large burst of energy. Those same reflexes had her back on her feet, and running down the hallway away from the burning lab, almost before she had realized what had happened.
My supplies. Em made an about face, skidding to a halt a mere 50 feet away from where she had started. She ran back to the classroom, and grabbed the box of syringes. She looked over at Biff and the new girl. Biff was already practically dragging her away from the scene.
"Make sure she's safe, Biff!" Em shouted. "Get her back to Conrads, or someone!"
The lights in the hallway were still flickering madly from the irregular flow of electricity. The effect was almost like a strobe light, as she made her way towards the door of the chemistry lab, eyes beginning to sting from the acrid smoke difting out.
Her hand groped the wall, searching for the fire alarm. After a panicked moment, she felt it, and she pulled the handle down hard, shattering the glass vial, and setting off an ear-splitting alarm.
Her lungs were burning now. She struggled to make her way out of the cloud, but the burst of energy she had stolen from one of the attackers was wearing off, and she was so slow, and so very tired. She dropped to the ground, and began crawling out, dragging the box of supplies along with one hand.
She barely made it halfway down the hallway, before her strength finally gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious. She hadn't even had time to trigger her MedBadge.
((Little shorter than the others, but I don't want to hog all the story telling here. ^_^ ))
"Make sure she's safe, Biff!" Em shouted. "Get her back to Conrads, or someone!"
Looking down at the unconscious form of Jayna, who in a split second taken out half of her would-be abductors, the chemistry lab, and herself, sighed to himself, “Looks like I do have to do everything.”
But that was only for a moment. Scooping Jayna over his left shoulder Biff made a b-line for the nearest exit. Knowing the fastest way to ditch class has its advantages when fleeing a fire, since Biff made it outside in record time to the gathering crowd of students and faculty.
Placing Jayna down on the grass near Sir Arthur Winston III and Agent Stanton Biff asked to no one in particular, “Has anyone seen Em come out yet?”
The only answer he got was silent expressions and a small secondary explosion from the chemistry lab.
"Make sure she's safe, Biff!" Em shouted. "Get her back to Conrads, or someone!"
Looking down at the unconscious form of Jayna, who in a split second taken out half of her would-be abductors, the chemistry lab, and herself, sighed to himself, “Looks like I do have to do everything.”
But that was only for a moment. Scooping Jayna over his left shoulder Biff made a b-line for the nearest exit. Knowing the fastest way to ditch class has its advantages when fleeing a fire, since Biff made it outside in record time to the gathering crowd of students and faculty.
Placing Jayna down on the grass near Sir Arthur Winston III and Agent Stanton Biff asked to no one in particular, “Has anyone seen Em come out yet?”
The only answer he got was silent expressions and a small secondary explosion from the chemistry lab.
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palilla
"What," Paula said, as she overheard the question, then the explosion. "Em!"
With a slippery twist, the latin girl turned, and jumped to her fullest potential through the grasps of several who had only guessed what she was going to do. Into the building she shot, like some sort of balista from the medieval period, through a window, which belched flames as a response. Her voice could be faintly heard, cursing in spanish and english both, none too pleased.
"iMierda! Why do I hafta end up in da closet," she shouted in frustration as she pulled the Warmace from it's dimensional sheath, installed in her uniform jacket, then smashed her way out. "Em? Where ya at, chica?"
No response... Pally hardly noticed the flames and heat around her, but knew she was close to where it happened, whatever it was. In fact, the flames were licking at her in futility, as she just would not burn. What a way to start a day!
"Emily!!! Dammit," she houted louder and listened, as she started collapsing doors. "Where are you?!"
With a slippery twist, the latin girl turned, and jumped to her fullest potential through the grasps of several who had only guessed what she was going to do. Into the building she shot, like some sort of balista from the medieval period, through a window, which belched flames as a response. Her voice could be faintly heard, cursing in spanish and english both, none too pleased.
"iMierda! Why do I hafta end up in da closet," she shouted in frustration as she pulled the Warmace from it's dimensional sheath, installed in her uniform jacket, then smashed her way out. "Em? Where ya at, chica?"
No response... Pally hardly noticed the flames and heat around her, but knew she was close to where it happened, whatever it was. In fact, the flames were licking at her in futility, as she just would not burn. What a way to start a day!
"Emily!!! Dammit," she houted louder and listened, as she started collapsing doors. "Where are you?!"
[quote="palillaNo response... Pally hardly noticed the flames and heat around her, but knew she was close to where it happened, whatever it was. In fact, the flames were licking at her in futility, as she just would not burn. What a way to start a day!
"Emily!!! Dammit," she houted louder and listened, as she started collapsing doors. "Where are you?!"[/quote]
Wreathed in shadows, and slightly out of step with the flames, he moved towards the shout. He'd seen the end of the fight, heard Em shout, then saw the explosion. Still Oby knew that he couldn't pull the rubble out of the building to get to her. Palilla would give him the muscle he needed.
He moved in a blur to her, flames bending around his form, as if they were wary of the black mist that formed around him. He came up behind Palilla and grabbed her shoulder. "This way," the touch on her shoulder a strange blend, slightly tingling, and cold, "Do yourself a favor and keep your eyes shut." He pulled her along towards the hall where Em had fallen. "I can't lift this crap, but she's right behind that." Obsidian lifted his hand off her shoulder, leaving it slightly numb, and the shadows lifted from her, revealing the fallen roof of the building that needed to be cleared to get to her friend. "Hold this stuff up, and I can get her out of here, fast."
"Emily!!! Dammit," she houted louder and listened, as she started collapsing doors. "Where are you?!"[/quote]
Wreathed in shadows, and slightly out of step with the flames, he moved towards the shout. He'd seen the end of the fight, heard Em shout, then saw the explosion. Still Oby knew that he couldn't pull the rubble out of the building to get to her. Palilla would give him the muscle he needed.
He moved in a blur to her, flames bending around his form, as if they were wary of the black mist that formed around him. He came up behind Palilla and grabbed her shoulder. "This way," the touch on her shoulder a strange blend, slightly tingling, and cold, "Do yourself a favor and keep your eyes shut." He pulled her along towards the hall where Em had fallen. "I can't lift this crap, but she's right behind that." Obsidian lifted his hand off her shoulder, leaving it slightly numb, and the shadows lifted from her, revealing the fallen roof of the building that needed to be cleared to get to her friend. "Hold this stuff up, and I can get her out of here, fast."
Sometimes the only way to see the light, is a journey through darkness
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He came up behind Palilla and grabbed her shoulder, the touch on her shoulder a strange blend, slightly tingling, and cold. Pally whirled around, ready to either bash or grab whoever had just grabbed her. The figure was obcured in the bright chaos of the fire, that seemed to be spreading. It must have been the smoke from the chemicals in the lab.
"This way," he said, as pulled her along towards the hall where Em had fallen. "Do yourself a favor and keep your eyes shut."
They arrived and he lifted his hand from her shoulder, leaving it slightly numb, and the shadows lifted from her, revealing the fallen roof of the building that needed to be cleared to get to her friend.
"I can't lift this crap, but she's right behind that," he said grimly, as he pointed to the rubble. "Hold this stuff up, and I can get her out of here, fast."
He obviously thought she was supergirl, but it was Em, ot some other poor soul. Feeling her adrenaline kick in, the girl rushed over, and wedged herself underneath the debris, and used her mace to scotch it up, as she stood on three of all fours, and reached to pull her friend clear to the dark man's assisting hand. It was a tremendous effort, but she did it. She managed to pull Em out enough for the other guy to help.
"Get her out of here! iAhora te!"
"This way," he said, as pulled her along towards the hall where Em had fallen. "Do yourself a favor and keep your eyes shut."
They arrived and he lifted his hand from her shoulder, leaving it slightly numb, and the shadows lifted from her, revealing the fallen roof of the building that needed to be cleared to get to her friend.
"I can't lift this crap, but she's right behind that," he said grimly, as he pointed to the rubble. "Hold this stuff up, and I can get her out of here, fast."
He obviously thought she was supergirl, but it was Em, ot some other poor soul. Feeling her adrenaline kick in, the girl rushed over, and wedged herself underneath the debris, and used her mace to scotch it up, as she stood on three of all fours, and reached to pull her friend clear to the dark man's assisting hand. It was a tremendous effort, but she did it. She managed to pull Em out enough for the other guy to help.
"Get her out of here! iAhora te!"
She managed to pull Em out enough for the other guy to help.
"Get her out of here! iAhora te!"[/quote]
Oby grabbed Em, and started to pull her away, but noticed the kit that she'd clutched until Palilla pulled her through the rubble drop from her hand. He reached down and grabbed the kit just before his superspeed kicked in. He couldn't vouch for how much of what was in there would survive, but at least she'd have it when she woke up.
Obsidian ran her to the growing crowd, hoping there'd be someone there that could help, where he saw Biff.
He looked up at his new football teamate. "Way to run some interference, just like the field." He gave Biff a high five, before sitting down.
"Get her out of here! iAhora te!"[/quote]
Oby grabbed Em, and started to pull her away, but noticed the kit that she'd clutched until Palilla pulled her through the rubble drop from her hand. He reached down and grabbed the kit just before his superspeed kicked in. He couldn't vouch for how much of what was in there would survive, but at least she'd have it when she woke up.
Obsidian ran her to the growing crowd, hoping there'd be someone there that could help, where he saw Biff.
He looked up at his new football teamate. "Way to run some interference, just like the field." He gave Biff a high five, before sitting down.
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Palilla closed her eyes after he left. Finally! She did n't know how long she could have held the rubble up. Though her strength was amazing, Pally wasn't superstrong, like Biff. Her muscles ached, and began to quiver. It was almost funny. None of this would hurt her, it just would pin her down. Heck of a time to suddenly need to pee.
Lowering herself to her elbows, and pulling her mace to herself, Pally slowly reached for her pocket. Good! She had left it there! Pulling out the comm-link, she put it on, a thing which took almost a minute, then activated it.
"Allo? Anybody hearing me? Dis sucks muy grande donkey dong," She complained. "When all of dis settles, I better have a big meal waitin'! I gotta wait for da rubble ta be cleared out. iDios mio!"
Lowering herself to her elbows, and pulling her mace to herself, Pally slowly reached for her pocket. Good! She had left it there! Pulling out the comm-link, she put it on, a thing which took almost a minute, then activated it.
"Allo? Anybody hearing me? Dis sucks muy grande donkey dong," She complained. "When all of dis settles, I better have a big meal waitin'! I gotta wait for da rubble ta be cleared out. iDios mio!"
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"Hold yer horses. Honestly, some of you girls are just high maintenance."
At first, Pally had thought the voice had come from her comm, but she quickly realized it came from outside the rubble which pinned her to the floor.
"Who is dat our dere?" she queried. A scratching sound and a claw answered her, coming dangerously close to her bangs through the debris, as it cleared and fell away from her face. She found herself gazing up at Misericorde, who squatted in front of her head, and was currently in the process of rubbing at one eyebrow with his finger.
"Man, it sure is dusty in here. Took me forever to find the breaker and cut it off before we had any more explosions. Same with the gas...that coulda gotten ugly." Pally noticed it had gotten dark in the building at some point during the melee. Mis seemed oblivious to the smoke and toxic fumes that filled the hall.
"You wanna get me outta here or what, chico?" Pally frowned up at him, shoulders still pinned beneath the rubble. Mis looked like he could chatter on all day with a captive audience.
He shrugged and stood, pushing off his knees with both hands, inspecting the rubble. With several carefully aimed cuts of his claws, he was able to manhandle enough of the rubble off of her to manage her some leverage. They passed through the heeavy materials like the proverbial hot knife through butter. Pally wriggled experimentally, causing the debris to shift.
"Ok, looks like you can get out from here. Good luck, amiga." Mis patted her on the forehead absently, causing her to blink.
When she opened her eyes, he was gone.
At first, Pally had thought the voice had come from her comm, but she quickly realized it came from outside the rubble which pinned her to the floor.
"Who is dat our dere?" she queried. A scratching sound and a claw answered her, coming dangerously close to her bangs through the debris, as it cleared and fell away from her face. She found herself gazing up at Misericorde, who squatted in front of her head, and was currently in the process of rubbing at one eyebrow with his finger.
"Man, it sure is dusty in here. Took me forever to find the breaker and cut it off before we had any more explosions. Same with the gas...that coulda gotten ugly." Pally noticed it had gotten dark in the building at some point during the melee. Mis seemed oblivious to the smoke and toxic fumes that filled the hall.
"You wanna get me outta here or what, chico?" Pally frowned up at him, shoulders still pinned beneath the rubble. Mis looked like he could chatter on all day with a captive audience.
He shrugged and stood, pushing off his knees with both hands, inspecting the rubble. With several carefully aimed cuts of his claws, he was able to manhandle enough of the rubble off of her to manage her some leverage. They passed through the heeavy materials like the proverbial hot knife through butter. Pally wriggled experimentally, causing the debris to shift.
"Ok, looks like you can get out from here. Good luck, amiga." Mis patted her on the forehead absently, causing her to blink.
When she opened her eyes, he was gone.
Origin: 1200–50; ME misericorde lit., pity, mercy, an act of clemency
misericordia pity, equiv. to misericord- (s. of misericors) compassionate
(miseri-, s. of miserēre to pity + cord- s. of cor heart) + -ia -y 3
misericordia pity, equiv. to misericord- (s. of misericors) compassionate
(miseri-, s. of miserēre to pity + cord- s. of cor heart) + -ia -y 3
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"Ok, looks like you can get out from here. Good luck, amiga." Mis patted her on the forehead absently, causing her to blink.
When she opened her eyes, he was gone. Just like that! There for a brief moment, then gone! And guys wondered why she never dated! Boys were so unreliable!
Pushing against the floor, Pally was able, after a few moments, to get most of the rubble to fall off of her. A loud rip sounded, however, and she knew she was going to need a new jacket, as the right sleeve tore free of the rest of the jacket. Looking around, Paula decided to bug out. She succeeded in getting her friend out, and that was what mattered.With a slight crouch, she launched herself back out, via the hole in the roof, and laned near the crowd.
When she opened her eyes, he was gone. Just like that! There for a brief moment, then gone! And guys wondered why she never dated! Boys were so unreliable!
Pushing against the floor, Pally was able, after a few moments, to get most of the rubble to fall off of her. A loud rip sounded, however, and she knew she was going to need a new jacket, as the right sleeve tore free of the rest of the jacket. Looking around, Paula decided to bug out. She succeeded in getting her friend out, and that was what mattered.With a slight crouch, she launched herself back out, via the hole in the roof, and laned near the crowd.