Then, as the security people left, the other one commented, “I can’t believe this kid thought he could just jump a teacher…even one like her.”
Given the threshold around Whateley... Doing goofed up here is an euphemism.
Devon knew that he was in a lot of trouble for what he’d done, but he couldn’t resist sneering a little anyway. He could hardly believe that this school would make someone like HER into a teacher. She was a freak and a supervillain, so it wasn’t like he’d attacked a real teacher.
I think a huge panel with NEUTRALITY should be plantted at the entry of the academy. Maybe subtle messages will do the job?
“I forgot to take my medication,” Devon offered, having already explained that to the doctors at Doyle. With all the chaos of moving to Whateley and starting up at the new school, it had completely thrown him off his usual routine, and he’d forgotten to take his medication once…or a dozen times.
Euh, dude, if that's really that much, that's not forgetting but negligence and you can this excuse for a walk in the sewers, because it ends up being worth nothing.
Delarose smiled faintly, and it wasn’t a pleasant smile. “Not only did you attack a teacher, but you attacked the Imp. Out of all the staff and faculty on campus, she is among the top five that you LEAST want to have angry at you.”
Total fail at target selection doesn't help.
“From what I understand,” Delarose continued, “Slipstream pulled her tail…rather violently. She retaliated by slipping him a strong laxative, right before a large publicity event. By the next day, the local media had renamed him Skidmark, and that was probably the most polite of his new nicknames. He retired and left the public eye less than a week later.”
Eh, I know what happened to this guy. He began taking drugs, go crazy, and fled to another universe where he embraced the moniker of Skidmark and forced similar sucky nicknames on his drugged loser superpowered muscle.
For a moment, Devon remained where he was, frozen by the realization of what the chief of security had just told him. Though he hadn’t said it in those exact words, the meaning was clear. If that freak decided to come after him, security wouldn’t do anything about it.
And nothing of value will be lost.
“Mrs. Carson is number one on that list,” Delarose stated with a faint smile, though it was not a pleasant one. “And at the moment, she is very unhappy with you.”
Devon stared at Delarose with a sinking feeling, along with a growing suspicion that his father wouldn’t be able to help him this time.
More idiots like him should be conned into attacking teachers. The lambasting should thin their numbers adequately.
Fixx stared across the table at his two opponents, then down at the cards in his hand. He was currently playing Xombie Horde, a card game that Doorstop had brought. The whole game was silly, but surprisingly fun.
Tell me more... That game is cool.
“Move,” Iron commanded Doorstop in an arrogant tone. “I need that chair.”
For fuck's sake, does all Whateley bullies have a genetic disorder stopping them from learning anything?
“Never underestimate the power of duct tape,” Fixx responded with a cheerful grin. “Duct tape is like the Force. It has a light side, and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.”
Sorry, but that's no use against him... *hushed tone*, he's a Trekkie, he's beyond salvation.
Fixx gave a loud knock on the door, then stood back. It only took a couple seconds before Iron’s voice called out from the other side, demanding, “Who is it?” Fixx didn’t answer. A couple seconds later, the door began jiggling as Iron tried opening it, but the enhanced duct tape held it firmly in place. Iron began yelling and making threats, but Fixx just smiled and walked away. Iron might be able to break the whole door down, but he wouldn’t be able to break through the tape until the enhancement wore off.
And bonus point, savaging the door is on him if that happens.
The girl waited where she was until Mina ran out the door to the showers. Only then did she reach under her covers and pull out the stuffed rabbit that she slept with every night. Missus Flop had been her childhood companion back when she’d been a little girl, though she’d put the rabbit away once she got older. However, once she’d manifested and found that she really needed a friend, Missus Flop had been pulled off the shelf and put back to use. Of course, she didn’t dare let anyone know about Missus Flop, not even her roommate.
If somebody learnt about it... Decent people wouldn't mind you going at the ones making fun. Nope.
Once, she silently reminded herself, she’d had a real life. She’d even had a real name. Back then, her name had been Colleen Thompson, though nobody had called her that for a long time. That made sense though, because she wasn’t Colleen anymore, and never would be again. Now she had a new name, one that suited her a little better.
Name changes like this are rarely a good sign.
The girl felt sorry for anyone who had to room with Bethany, but at least Porcelain didn’t have it as bad as Mina had. All that Porcelain had to worry about was Bethany’s bad attitude. Back when Mina had been rooming with Bethany, the bitch had used her powers to manipulate Mina’s emotions and even control her a bit. That was why Mina had been moved into her room just a week earlier.
Fuck's sake, how many sickos of different levels this school have already?
While the former Colleen showered, she thought about Stryff and how lucky the other girl was to still have a family. When Stryff had manifested, her family had remained by her side, helping her deal with her changes and all the problems that came with them. She hadn’t been nearly as lucky.
And how many failies are trash? And they'll wonder why things like ragers and supervillains exist.
She thought of her own mother, a ‘pillar of the community’, who never missed a Sunday service, or a chance to let other people know that she was a better person than they were. When she’d manifested as a mutant and began to change, her mother had been quick to point out that this was her punishment from God, for being such a wicked girl. Her mother had told her that her heart must have been full of darkness, and that if she’d really been the good person she pretended to be, and had truly accepted God, then this never would have happened to her.
Her father hadn’t been any better. He was a firm atheist and didn’t believe that she was possessed by the devil or doomed to Hell. Instead, he thought she was just a dangerous mutation, and a cancer cell in the human gene pool, who shouldn’t be allowed to spread.
Both sides of the debate shitting on that poor girl? ...Fuck again, are these peoples paid to be as assholish as possibles to their mutants children? Also you're her parents, the rot is within you too, fucktard... What not plunging inside a wood-chipper?
Darqueheart was about to snap at Mina for mocking her, but the other girl looked like she was just being friendly and didn’t mean anything bad about it. After a couple seconds, Darqueheart nodded and turned to get her own clothes. Maybe Mina wasn’t that bad…for a pretty.
Baby steps.
“Someone had to do something,” Chris responded defensively.
...Euh, Not entirely wrong, it's not like Security or the Betas could be assed, buuut...
John just gave him a look of amusement as he ate a French fry. “Look, dude, you don’t always have to fight. There are other ways to solve problems…”
This.
Chris scowled at that, feeling uncomfortable with just how accurate John’s words were. Though Chris would never admit it, he did have something to prove, even if he wasn’t quite sure what. He’d spent his entire life trying to prove it…to prove that he was good enough. That he was tough enough. That he was worthy. He’d pushed himself as hard as he could, throwing himself into every opportunity to prove himself, but to his shame and frustration, it was never enough.
...Pretty sure anybody that exigent about you wouldn't be worthy to be won over, Aegis.
John chuckled at that. “Naw. Cindy and I are buds, but I don’t think I’m her type.”
Dunno, agressive bisexuality is another option for Poesies, you might have a chance. Maybe.
Chris grimaced, once again reminding himself that he had something to prove. With as many fights as he lost, he knew that he’d really have to work hard if he wanted to prove that he was worth dating. As it was, he had no illusions about his reputation, and doubted that any girls in school would want him right then. That just meant that he’d have to work harder. He’d have to show them what he was really made of.
Careful, that line of thinking leads to the Pit. Worthiness by fighting... might be more 'in' than I think, but clearly not the way to go. Ever.
“Ah, but I wish that were true,” John responded cheerfully. “But unfortunately, Chris here is as straight as an arrow, so I just don’t have a chance with him…”
Aegis, see this as a lesson in the Tao of Dresden. Profit.
“What the hell is that?” Silo asked in confusion. “I knew you were fag, but playing with dolls…”
..
Voodude, idiot. You do not want him playing with dolls. Ever.
“It’s a voodoo doll.”
Capice?
“Naw,” John responded with a chuckle. “Total bluff. I’d need to get some of his blood if I wanted it to actually work.”
His fault for being an idiot.
He had absolutely no doubt that his parents loved him. They showed it all the time, regardless of how well he did in sports or school. And when he’d manifested as a mutant, they’d still accepted him without question or hesitation.
His birth parents hadn’t wanted him, but his mom and dad had. They’d chosen him, had taken him home, and made him a part of their family. And not once had they ever given him reason to think they regretted that decision.
Chris wanted to…needed to prove that he was worthy of their love. That he deserved to have them as parents, even if the only one he really needed to prove that to was himself.
Remember my first speech about worthiness, Chris? You'll never prove yourself worthy to these people... Because you just don't need to. Everything i already awesome.
While Lina dried herself off, she glanced back at the shower stall, feeling a stirring of regret over the fact that she couldn’t use the ‘special’ features in the shower. Unfortunately, the extra ‘something’ that she’d been given by her spirit, meant that her body wasn’t really compatible with the hydroflux equipment. Lina was quite jealous of the other girls who could use it, especially when they bragged about how great it was.
*To Hydroflux* If you're that much of a genius, how much to create a male equivalent of your masterpiece?
Lina was about to leave when another girl came in and paused, looking self-conscious. Of course, Lina wasn’t surprised by that reaction, not from Danica. After all, Danica was only a part-time girl and didn’t use the girl’s facilities all that often. In fact, she was probably having to fight against a lifetime of conditioning about how she wasn’t supposed to go into the girl’s restrooms or locker rooms.
And escape battalions of stalkers abusing him like there's no tomorrow...
“You could say that,” Danica responded with a sigh. “And to make it worse, my sister put some catnip toys in my room…and Wihinape wanted to play with them.”
... Listen Kayda, I like you,and yours is the first spin-off I truly read there... But how much would you like it if you were showered with pretty boys wanting to date you, calling you pretty, and stalking you non-stop, without ever taking no for an answer? ...Figures. So don't double tap your brother when he's in a similar situation.
Then Danica noticed the bulge forming in front of Lina’s robe, and they both stood there frozen for a moment in awkward silence.
Welcome to Phase's life.
Lina felt her spirit stir within, and he wasn’t happy about Danny’s presence. Or it would have been more accurate to say that he wasn’t happy about Danny’s spirit. That wasn’t a surprise though because she had a peacock spirit, while Danny’s was a cougar. It was only natural that her spirit would be wary of a predator, even one who hadn’t made an aggressive move.
With luck, it will run away.
“I tried hiding it,” Lina told him with a bitter smile. “I figured, all I had to do was keep it in my pants and no one would know…” She let out a snort. “Well, I started crushing on Diedre, which was pretty freaking weird. I mean, she was my besty, and suddenly, I really wanted to jump her bones. Then, one day when I was over at her place, I kind of…got really hard. She saw the bulge, and demanded to know what it was, and…”
Lina paused at that, tears forming as she remembered the look of horror and disgust on Diedre’s face. Her best friend, the girl who’d been almost like a sister to her, had called her a perverted freak. Lina winced at the memory, and at the ache in her heart that hadn’t gone away, even months later. She hadn’t seen Diedre again since then.
The aetheric bastard and this girl are pricks, sorry (A true firend might have been mightly freaked out, but disccussion would have been tried later).
Monkeywrench then looked at Mischief, who was standing on top of a platform, dressed in an outfit that looked like it had come straight out of Mad Max. She even had shoulder pads that were made from chunks of car tires. He glanced down at himself and the loud Hawaiian shirt he was wearing. It was an awesome shirt, his favorite, but he still wished that he’d known about the whole Mad Max thing, so he could have dressed up too.
Hawaiian shirt alert! Erase the infection, and give this poor sod the most humane, painless and quick possible death... Where are the vats of acid?
Just a couple days ago, he and Trixie had gotten into an argument in the labs, and things had escalated until they’d finally challenged each other to a duel. It probably would have remained small and private, except for the fact that they’d asked Mischief to be the referee, and she’d gotten a little carried away, as she often did. However, that was fine with Monkeywrench, because doing things this way was a lot more fun.
Remember, people, legal duel exists. Also, Great And Powerful Trixie, you fight the Hawaiian shirt threat here. Failure isn't an option.
“The tiny titan of tricks…TRIXIE!”
You're getting Great and Powerful really wrong there.
In a gruff gone, Monkeywrench announced, “I love the smell of bananas in the morning…”
As if the shirt wasn't enough to warrant elimination.
Mischief gagged and waved even harder with her fan as she called out, “I declare Trixie the winner of the stink bomb duel.”
*Surprise Bust* And you're all under arrest for development of chemical weapons.
“I’ll say one thing for that girl,” Monkeywrench said while holding his nose. “Trixie really does make the best stink bombs.”
Good. Now kiss.
“Without Melissa,” Maxine quietly mused to herself, “this trip should be a lot less eventful.”
Not if you taunt the IO like this, young lady.
Looking like this was useful, because people always underestimated her, but it could be incredibly frustrating too.
For instance, people thinking she's a idhe don't expect the ferrokinesis.
They had no idea that her dad was dead, having been killed a year ago by some overzealous hero. And if they’d known who her current companion really was, most people would have rushed out of the café as quickly as they could.
Maxine’s companion was a semi-retired supervillain known as Focus, who was not only her mentor, but also her sponsor to Whateley Academy. Focus was the one who paid for her tuition, and even gave her a decent stipend for spending money.
...Fishy (And I'm aann idiot, because I didn't realise the obvious even then). And beware, he may ask payback later , under the form of an elite minion.
That surprised Maxine a little, because she had a hard time imagining the Imp being professional. Then again, she had a hard time imagining that woman as a teacher too.
One of the many perks of the Tao of Dresden. You should try it.
“I doubt if many of them have your experience prior to joining…Ironworks.” Focus said.
Yep, that was really obvious. So obvious it was on the wkik and never really hidden. And yet, that's only now I understood Maxine was the same one from the Glow story, with same power, and description... Now that's feeling like a dunce. Strangest thing? If I get Dreamer's reaction here right, and the one in the precedent Mischief story, I don't think that many people remembered her too... I mean, I never saw a reference to Glow's story on the threads involving Miscchief and Maxine.
“Frank Granger had no special powers, gimmicks, or skills,” Focus said, talking to himself more than Maxine. “He was low-tier hired muscle, what many would call a minion or a henchman. However, he was hard-working, diligent, and professional. Those traits are hard to find in that profession, and I respected that about him.” His eyes went back to Maxine, and he continued, “You are smarter than your father, and much more powerful, but I still see much of him in you.”
Freebie, always beware flattery, especialy when your own dad saw himself as a mook.
Maxine nodded at that but continued looking through the menu. There were several interesting looking items, but she decided to go with Focus’ recommendation. After all, he was the one paying for the meal, along with her education, so it didn’t hurt to humor him.
Yeah, you might want to form more personal opinions building on that later. Always following recommendations can be dicey.
“Come on,” Doug said, hopping off his sword and then picking it up by the handle. He casually slung the massive blade over his shoulder, acting as though it weighed nothing, which it didn’t. He was a warper and could manipulate the gravity and momentum of himself or anything he touched, which was how he flew his sword around…and wielded it. “You don’t need to be like that.”
And you don't need to be a stalker.
“She’s…not my type,” Doug responded carefully.
Oh, you only stalk the beautiful ones? Shame on you?
Once Doug reached Emerson, he put his sword away where it would be safe. While he liked the idea of showing it off to all the people who were coming to visit Whateley, he also knew that it would be awkward to carry around all day, even with his power.
This guy should be choking from all the phallic jokes thrown at him.
“Yeah,” Doug agreed, losing his smile at the reminder of their parents, who’d been gone for several years now. Mark was the one who’d practically raised him, and was the only family member he had left, besides their grandma, who wasn’t all there anymore.
... Dang. Euh not to intrude, Mark right? But I think your little brother need hints ab–
“Ah, too bad,” Mark told him with a grin. “I remember my first crush on a teacher. Mrs. Blevens had the biggest rack…” He held his hands out in front of his chest to indicate how big. “I swear, we had bets going on about whether or not she was hiding watermelons under her sweater…”
Almighty Gygax! Shouldn't be actually srprised, but duck.
“No way,” Mark protested in mock offense. “My costume is the absolute best. I designed it myself.”
Joy. Another hero looking like he walks the path of Captain Condom.
“Of course you are,” Mark responded, giving Doug a noogie. “You’re my little bro. Of course the girls like you. Not as much as they like me, but enough…”
Funny thing, my brand new Bullshit-o-meters all exploded when they heard that. You'll get the bills.
Mark just gave an obviously fake cough. “Overcompensation.”
Even your brother can see it! Ask yourself questions.
“In your dreams,” Mark said, grinning as he did so. “I am the mysterious…the awesome…the incredible…”
“Blowhard,”
...Nevermind, you actually have far better tastes.
“As much as I’d love to stay and hang with ya bro,” Mark told him, “I do have to get back soon.” He gave Doug a wink and cheerfully added, “Someone has to protect Buffalo from these evil art dealers.”
Look at the bright side. The Ip will never have the opport– Oh right, Parents' Day.
Doug just stared at his brother for a moment, not sure whether he should take notes or not. If nothing else, Parents Day wasn’t going to be boring, especially with his brother around.
1) Duck no, 2) Stop taunting the Ironic Overpower, you fools!
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