Jayden 2:

Crossover the Line

By Crazy Minh 

“So, what classes are you doing Buddy?”

I sighed for the umpteenth time at Alex’s  and stared across the cafeteria. Today I had picked my subjects for my first term at Whateley Academy. A school which was the literal three-way love-child of Hogwarts, Xavier Academy and the forces of chaos. I had privileged to have seen pretty much the most awesome things the universe has to offer. Nebulae, the birth and death of stars, the beginnings of life. I had seen things like planet-wide conflicts, starships duelling among the stars (including literal attack ships on fire off the literal shoulder of Orion). I’ve met Han Solo, Captain James T. Kirk, Tony Stark. Hell, I even went and completed my high school education (Mainly so I didn’t fall behind if and when I returned home). But none of that could of prepared me for werewolves, anime characters, literal invisible people, flying girls who could charm the One Ring off Golum (As well as one student who was the spitting image of that exact same demented freak I had met while trekking through Mordor while trying to get Bilbo Baggins’s autograph), and (quite impossibly) a literal flaming skeleton (who I accidentally insulted by muttering ‘Hey Ghost Rider!!! Marvel called, they want a cease-and-desist’) working on a motorbike in the workshops. So yeah, I had pretty much not expected this much diversity at a school for mutants. Probably should of seen it coming in hindsight… 

A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale

Dorms of Our Lives

By Wasamon

with the assistance of SouffleGirl, E.E. Nalley, and the rest of the usual suspects

Season 2

—Saturday, Sept. 10th, early morning

—Erica

The morning routine was more complicated this morning, if only because far more students were taking advantage of the fine weather in the early hours. They jogged alongside several other kids, singly and in groups, merging and separating according to whim or endurance. The two of them chatted with Tanya for a bit before she went haring off on an absolute obstacle course of a track. Neither Erica nor Calliope were in the mood for that this morning, though they did promise to let the lavender girl show them the ropes at a later date.

After rounding the quad and marveling at the crowd of girls ogling Taka's personal practice routine, they were passed on the left by a group of four upperclassmen girls, all very fit and quite determined. The look of disgust they directed towards the Japanese boy and his admirers was short but unmistakeable.

"Ah, gutenmorgen," Erica said to the one member of the group she recognized. Brita Baumann, a.k.a. Stahlfaust, was tall and formidable, like a valkyrie out of the Ring Cycle. All she was missing was the horned helmet and armored bustier. A red-stained bandanna and sports bra appeared to be more her style, however.

"Gutenmorgen," the older teen replied, and without any signal the quartet stopped for introductions.

Jayden 1.5:

Abridged Worlds Part 2 of 2

By Crazy Mihn

Whateley Academy; Saturday 6^th January 2007

I walked up to the 8 story building that would be my home for my time at Whateley. Melville appeared to be more modern than the smaller dorms I had passed on the way here. It was a glass and steel construction, with a lobby area on the ground floor. I walked inside, and noticed that the building had a concierge.

“Hi, can I help you?” asked the woman behind the desk. She was of oriental descent, and had a nametag reading ‘Mrs Deng -  Melville Concierge’. Her desk was immaculate, except for a small pile of envelopes and packages stacked behind her desk.

A Whateley Universe/ Loose Cannons Story

VEGAS, BABY, VEGAS!

by

Bek D Corbin

Part 2

DATE: Monday, March 26th, 2007

“And that’s where we ran into you,” Mack finished it up. I noticed that Mack didn’t include the bit about Champion in Chicago. I shot him a look that said I approved. Okay, this guy is Brigand, a guy who’s been giving the very people who are shooting at us seven different kinds of hell for longer than any of us have been alive. But on the other hand, he’s still a supervillain, a professional outlaw, and from what Major Dad has said in passing, Brigand damn near makes a religion out of being devious and oblique.

The man himself, outside that blue not-quite-power-armor of his, was an athletic, ruggedly handsome man who looked too young to have been at this supervillain game for so long. But then, there was something about his eyes; most times, they were relaxed, even amused, and sparkled at all the right times. Then, when I think he was really thinking something over, they just… withdrew…

A Whateley Academy Story

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice

By Morpheus

Part 4

Tuesday, late morning, Nov 6th, 2007

Lunch was strangely quiet, or at least it was at my usual table. The rest of Crystal Hall was just as noisy and crowded as usual, though the absence of Collin during lunch was quite a noticeable one for me. I glanced to his empty seat, then turned my attention to eating in silence.

Neither Fixx or Porcelain were eating with me today either, but that was nothing unusual as they only ate at this table half the time anyway. Still, when I’d talked to Fixx earlier today, he’d been friendly and hadn’t seemed to blame me for what happened with Collin. In fact, he didn’t seem to really know what was going on, only that Collin and I had some kind of fight. Thankfully, he’d simply declared himself to be Switzerland and refused to take sides.