Cher laughed and nodded "its sarcasm dear each and every one of us values normalcy but what I was trying to say is you have to learn to live with being a freakazoid. I am sorry about the smiling thing, got to be a real drag, well if you need to get about your day go for it, thanks for the help and if you ever just need someone to talk to instead of blasting a hole in a solid titanium wall, ya know..come find me"

Misty was floating along behind the two. "Freakazoid... I like this girl." She laughs as she follows along. "Still how to talk to the Principal... Sometimes being dead sucks."

Well maybe she was being a bit of an arse. So she drew on the energy of the lights, so going to have nightmares tonight. Then used that energy to become visible and speak out thought it felt to her as if she was screaming her voice would sound to Alicia and Cher as if she was barely above whispering. "Sorry about that, I tend to be a real bitch when bored. I thought you sounded cold and uncaring so threw the paper at you. Was either that or I might have set something on fire in the office."

Dennis walked over to the group of people once he dropped Andy off at the nurses office, and met back up with Cher and Alica..Seeing misty for the first time ever in all his time of going to this school. "Um..hello."

Cher did her characteristic shrug "yeah got to say of all the places to haunt you sure did draw a winner, ya know school, best place ever to be spiritually anchored forever? but I was more referencing a box with less interesting people a lot less square footage and guys with haz-mat suits on poking you a few times a day to watch you wiggle. oh I do want to give you a fair warning, if you kill me by random prank, fire, or what have you, I am totally going to haunt you, just you, forever and give you split ends, and put ghost gun in you hair and the like. spread harsh rumors about you to all the other ghosts, all the best catty things" She said the last part fighting to keep a strait face, then sighed looking at the door "sooo anyway Danger Room, is that were the warden of the prison places us in pit fights for the pay per-view crowd?"

Cher laughed "yeah I totally planned to skive off as long as humanly possible out here you wet blanket but I guess now I have no excuse" she reached over and poked the buzzer "umm trying to find an authority figure to give these folders stamped "top secret' and such to? if no one accepts them, I am sure that i will get blamed and I don't really feel like more lab time, so could you please just take them, and if your a terrorist or whatever don't tell me?" she spoke into the buzzers little grill thing hoping someone would hear it.

"Good technique, there," commented Toni. "I think I'll need to practice combining my powers with Aikido more..."

"Mind if I tag along. I'm really bored and tend to do dumb things then. Like scaring super powered teens into destroying school property." Misty hovered along beside Cher "Oh and I need to fade out, it's like holding a rock in your hand and keeping it stretched out straight. At first it's easy holding it, after a time your arm tires and you drop the rock. Same with me trying to keep a form."

She faded though not all the way she was now more of a ghostly after image. "I bit a bullet, well took one to the gut. I didn't hang around with the right kind of people when I had a beating heart. Things got bad when I moved into my boyfriends place. He was a controlling bastard, but I was a fool in love. Stockholm Syndrome I think they call it. Or would that be just an excuse? Well one day money was tight and like I said they were the wrong type of people. We tried to rob a bank he lost his temper because of a kid was crying he went to shoot. I jumped in the way took the bullet and shot back, last thing I saw was him fall as the world went black. Some time later I woke up if you can call it that and I was dead. Floated about the City for a time and settled here. Worst thing about being dead is the boredom. High school so full of drama it helps."

"Believe it or not I had came to that Idea not long ago. Well not to be dead dead... thought I think I am. Matter a form of energy so I kind of am able to manipulate energy. Mostly to make myself appear though it's hard work. Much easier to just enter someone's body, figured that might not be a good idea with you. I can also throw stuff something like Telekinetics." She looked around "Reason two for why I chose here. A school designed to handle the Gifted. Bound to have plenty of brains around to figure how to handle kids that can blow holes in walls, or go nuclear. Not to mention those who are magically inclined should have the resources to change my state of being." She smiled "Was why I was at the Office waiting for the Principal."

Cher laid there for a moment thinking then shrugged "well if you can absorb heat or light, I can make a lot of that, I'm not a brainiac so no clue how to help...but if its something I can do I would be game, pretty cool to either explode a ghost or make it solid, I see a win win" She said with a smirk as she crossed her legs over each other bouncing her foot laying on the bench and enjoying the outdoors. She ran her finger along the collar and sighed before returning her hand to its pillow position "so do the staff here normally let new students wander around? because so long as I don't get arrested for it I will totally sit out here day after day and play hooky with a ghost. my chances for affordable college detonated shortly before coming here, and a high school diploma now-a-days might as well be toilet paper so busting my ass for B's isn't in my wheel house anymore he eh"

"mm that is pretty cool" She looked over at the ghost seeming to have no problems following her no matter what her level of opacity was " hey you would be awesome at a haunted house, or heck in japan I am sure some weirdo over there would pay to cuddle with a ghost...you hear they have professional cuddlers over there? no sex, just snuggling and fifty dollars US an hour. yet another awesome career I wont be having" She laughed and shrugged "when you feel jealous of ghost cuddling and being a stage prop you know you have it rock bottom" she sighed and reached a pinky up to adjust the contacts over her eyes "you think there are job openings as a reactor or something I am sure some backwater country would totally pay you bank to be a part time reactor full time nuclear deterrent eh? but I wonder if that would make me a terrorist? hard life choices" she snickered again.

Cher sat up and cocked her eyebrow "yeah,when the make sports for meta-humans, that can be played by someone that will give the crowd the worst case of sunburn they have ever had, I will be interested. I am glad you found those Dr. Tennant, I am sure some suit somewhere would have lost there minds over it. Sorry about ditching them there though." she stood up glancing at the hand looked at her own hand, then reached out and shook his.

Cher shrugged "out door meetings are fine with me, warden. that and to be honest so long as your chatting with her, she doesn't seem so problematic. I'd be bored too if I had forever to float around" she said as she sat back down the then bench. to be honest since she got these powers she always felt far more comfortable outside, as far away from people as she could get.

"This is private stuff, so I be going. You can find me near the office, I do have some stuff to talk about." She drifted off fading fully as she passed through a wall.

As the two knifemen warily closed on Portia, several of the water orbs combined and attached to her hands, forming two whip-like weapons. She smiled and charged at the knifemen, her hydroplaning allowing her to close the distance VERY quickly. They both jumped back and threw knives at her. With a quick flick, Portia knocked the knives out of the air with a wide sweeping slash of a water whip. Then she was on top of them as they both drew more weapons from sheaths under their jackets.

One of them drew a Bowie knife while the other drew a wicked-looking karambit. The Bowie wielder went for a disemboweling strike as the karambit wielder moved to grab her neck and jam the karambit into her carotid. Portia retaliated by dropping to her knees as she slid and bending backwards like she was doing the limbo. The Bowie knife whipped over her head as her whips dissipated back to orbs and her fists shot out to nail both of them in the crotch as she slid between them. As they reacted, she emerged from between them and hopped to her feet, spinning to face them at the same time.

Both of the attackers doubled over and the Bowie knife wielder dropped his weapon. Portia reached out and gripped both of the jacket collars, then smacked the tops of their heads together. They both crumpled and she smiled just as a flying baseball bat slammed into her left collarbone!

Portia stumbled backwards at the unexpected attack, her right hand going to her collarbone. The shock of the attack was severe enough that her left arm had gone dead. She looked up to see another man in a suit calmly striding towards her, a multitude of objects and debris circling him. With a flick of his hand, a STOP sign flew towards her. Portia reacted by slamming all of her orbs together into a shield that she sent flying towards the sign even as she ran for cover. As she dove into the window of a nearby 'building', her attacker sent a hail of objects flying towards her, several smashing through the wall while others bounced off the water shield. As the water began flying back towards the building, the telekine reached out with both hands and picked up a taxicab, which he then hurled at the building.

Just as the cab was about to hit the wall, all of the holograms dissipated with the exception of the cab. It could now be seen that if the cab had hit the wall, it would also have hit Portia, who was still behind the wall. The cab then dissipated. Portia sat there for a few more seconds, rubbing at her shoulder and refusing to look up at the observation booth.

"Please stand up, Ms. LeClercq. You have nothing to be ashamed for. You handled the thugs very well, but a metahuman adversary is a whole different ball game. Especially one that got the drop on you. Remember, this was just a test of your abilities and skills." Roxanne's voice said over the speaker as Portia slowly stood up, finally looking at the booth after Roxanne had finished. Portia went back to the stands and sat off by herself.

Misty just couldn't help herself and right there she appeared before the Principal her head on the desk her body below it. "I ain't got no body, no body at all." then laughing she drifted back so she was standing before the desk. "Don't know if you know me or not... seems the Vice Principal did... odd that. Anyway I kind of a student here unofficially. Don't blame me I was here before the building was. Well I was thinking... With all the magic and science tech guys around maybe I a way for me to be more solid was possible? And I could like have a life."

Rolling into the school is someone several people may know as a relatively normal student. Samantha Woods, dressed in a sweater, gloves, jeans, and nice shoes with a blanket over her legs, is a wheelchair bound individual. Considered nonpowered as far as facilities go, she lives only a block away. This, of course, begs the interesting question of why she missed the entire day of school yesterday, and why she's late today - even in a wheelchair as she is (it's not even motorized) her home isn't very far from the school. She at least keeps her upper body in shape, making her athletic, wiry physique is maintained.

She'll brush a long strand of red hair out of her eyes as she rolls down the hallway to the class she was already supposed to have arrived in.

Samantha, having too much forward momentum to stop herself, will likely hit Andy dead on, potentially knocking him over, "Oh, crap! Sorry!" she says. If he fell over, she'll turn her chair to the side to reach down to help him up.

Andy, his reactions having been honed by sparring with his father and the rest of the guys at the dojo, acted in a split second. Samantha stopped dead as he reflexively erected a bubble of null time five feet in every direction from himself. After a few seconds, he dropped his arms and looked around, his eyes falling on the frozen Sam. "Damnit..."

Andy stepped out of the way of Samantha and leaned against the wall, then released the null time bubble. "Oh crap! Sorry!" she said as he said "Over here." from his position against the wall.

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Dr. Tennant smiled at Cherlynn. "I can understand your reticence, Ms. Noble. If, at any time, you feel the need to speak with someone, please drop by my office. It's here." he said, flipping his tablet around to show her a map of the school with his office highlighted. "Do you have any questions or concerns about the school or its population?"

She sighed, typical adult uttering ignoring what she said "yeah, powers, people with them, holes in walls?" she said just touching the highlight points for Dr Tennant she looked at the map and shrugged "I will be sure to drop by if I ever need someone to explain why I should be happy with the changes, and that new doors have opened for me, will that be all?"

The probe in the ceiling of the office detected Misty barely. It switched to the aura detection camera and then saw a better view of her. This was sent to ALX via another data burst. However unlike the first time this had video so it was a lot longer. So Aiko might be able to figure out the description.

"Of course, Ms. Noble. I hope we'll see each other again in the near future." Dr. Tennant said before standing, buttoning his suit coat, and striding out of the courtyard.

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Andy smiled down at Samantha. "Well, I'm sure you know that quite a few of the students at JDHS are... special. I just happen to be one of them. My abilities are officially known as Limited Chronokinesis. In layman's terms, I can control time to a limited degree. You took me by surprise and I reacted by creating a bubble of null time. That allowed me to get out of the way. Any other questions?"

Robert sat in the chairs outside the attendance office, waiting for one of the front-end receptionists to print out a copy of his class schedule. The move had, of course, gone smoothly, so long as you count lots of guys in suits standing around outside coffee shops and bookstores up and down their route through the city (looking suspiciously like they were carrying more firepower than any one person needed under that penguin suit) looking 'totally not like a protection detail' as 'going smoothly'. At least they hadn't gotten shot at or kidnapped, which was a distinct possibility, according to his handler. Honestly, he'd thought the place would be a lot more like a prison and a lot less like a swank private school, but then, what did he know? The receptionist was even nice to him when he handed her the transfer papers and his inch-thick set of recent psych-evals. That was the point at which most people got that really polite look and made the first excuse they could think of to get out of there.

Well, it was either that, or people just got kind of wigged-out from seeing the robot in a hoodie.

Not that he had to look homeless or anything; they'd offered him a suit, too, but he'd thought that might be a bit much. After all, gotta make a good impression. Don't want to get beaten up by the other inmates on your first day. Nah, better to stick with something brand-name, but generic. Solid colors, hoodie, cargo pants, something that he could hide the majority of this ridiculous body in. It wasn't like he could get hot wearing all that or anything anymore. Something that would hold up, but wouldn't put him on any popular clique's crud-list. Yeah, he'd put a lot of time and effort into looking as forgettable as he could, given what he had to work with (which was pretty striking already). Slumming it, and all that.

The receptionist was pulling open the sides of the printer at this point; he assumed it was one of those massive, industrial-sized paper jams you only get from massive, industrial-sized machines. He could probably have fixed it in a second for her. But, then, with this body he could have just as easily accidentally crushed the top scanner system. Not that a new scanner would be beyond him--or his parents--but they'd cut him off, on the grounds of being 'grounded for life'. Not that he could really blame them; he /had/ killed himself via an overdose of stupid, after all. Just dying would have been acceptable--it was the stupidity that they begrudged. Instead of getting involved, he looked idly toward the principal's office, to the other side of the waiting area. He'd not seen anyone enter or exit since he'd been there; he wondered if there was a meeting or parent-teacher conference or something. If so, sucked for that kid. A part of him that hadn't laughed in a while chuckled fatalistically at that, so mundane an observance. It was weird to think that several months ago--had it really only been months and not years?--his biggest apprehension had been passing Advanced-Level Physics. And look at him now...stuck in this metal skin, with more than one agency breathing down his neck for something he knew he couldn't produce...if he could sleep anymore, he'd be having nightmares.

"And there you go, dear," the receptionist broke him out of his musings by holding some papers in front of his viewfinder. His targeting protocols automatically locked on to the unknown movement, giving readings on speed and threat level. :Primary Weapons Systems: disabled; Secondary Weapons Systems: disabled; Tertiary Weapons Systems: disabled:--he shut it off with some annoyance before it could go any further. Instead, he tracked the woman's face, registered her smile, with something behind it that looked a little too much like sympathy for his tastes, and took the schedule form. Advanced-level Physics I, Advanced-Level Calculus II, On-level English III--wait, they were making him repeat Junior year? A flare of anger shot through him, sending warning signs and calculations across his vision. After a moment, and with some annoyance, he shut them down one by one, using the time to cool off. Of course they were making him repeat; he'd never officially finished the year at his last school. Not that any of that should matter when he didn't technically exist anymore, but of course, trust the government to take away your birth certificate and let you keep your crummy English transcript scores. After a second or two longer, he realized he still hadn't moved after initially reading the schedule. He forced himself to fidget a bit, and thanked the secretary for the papers. "You've got a free period in the morning," she mentioned, pointing to the blank top portion of the paper. "You can use that as a study hall. A lot of the students go to the library for that, or use the time to catch up on their homework." She winked, obviously trying to be nice. He was just glad for once that his face could no longer portray the emotions he was currently feeling. Easy to pretend everything was all right when you couldn't frown. He nodded again, and she returned to fiddling about with her desk, looking like she was about to go off on a quest for more coffee.

He continued sitting, watching some other students who were probably on their own 'study periods' stand around in the hall giggling. He wondered if any of them were freaks, too, or if this school had a population of normal people as well. If so, God help them; from what little he'd learned about all this, he was on the tame end of weirdo. But then, they'd demilitarized his body before he entered the premises, so perhaps the powers-that-be had a way of doing that to genetic anomalies as well as technological ones. All of that was way above his pay-grade, anyway--assuming he got paid to come here, which, of course, he didn't. So, until they asked him to move (or the bell for the next period rang), he planned to sit right on his happy metal behind in the lobby and pay no mind to the probable skippers living it up down the hall, which the local authority had either missed or didn't care about. Either way, not his circus, not his monkeys.

"Hah, if that was the case, you think I'd still be here?" He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "I've got the math homework down, but that's about it...we'd probably have to break in somewhere for the others. Could be fun though, you know: adventures, derring-do, possible felonies, that kind of thing." He paused, paying attention to a new warning icon flashing over his display. Hazardous materials? It hadn't registered for longer than a few seconds, and he always kind of ignored what the HUD over his vision said (hence why he hadn't realized the alert had been sitting there for a while now), but the only new thing in the area to trigger something like that was...he looked the girl beside him over, knowing that had he still really been himself, he'd have totally tried hitting on that. Assuming, of course, that she wasn't made of like, radioactive waste or something.

"So, what're you in for? I'm guessing it has something to do with this new and lovely warning icon I forgot I'd programmed in." Realizing he'd been sitting still for too long again, he sat back, lounging, pretending to look for a comfortable place to sit. He'd learned over the past few months that people tended to get uncomfortable when he did the creepy-robot-stillness-thing for an extended period of time. "I got two-years-to-life for killing myself, go figure."

He inclined his head to the side to look at her, even though he didn't really need to with the peripherals built in to his system. It made things more human, which was something he still sorely missed. "Robert, by the way. Or 'tin man', I guess, if you hate the name as much as I do."

Enough waiting clearly she spooked the Principal "Well think about it I be haunting around." Then Misty flew out of the office and laughing with her ghostly way she drifted around. Till she spotted Char "Hey there hot stuff! I think I stunned the Principal. How's the Vice doing maybe he be more receptive to other worldly beings. Come to think of it how the fellow even knew my last name?" The ghostly form looked to Robert "Another new student? Boy Enrollment been active."

She made herself more visible, seams it was easier to do around Char lots of charge particles she could harness. "Oh my you're an AI or are you a Cyborg? There more and more of you Technoids about each year."

Terry was in his hero suit, since Tobias and Kami were both under the Wanderers roof he had to act as guardian. Either the school didn't know that he was Terrance Wallace, a member of the baseball team, because he didn't tell them, or they had figured it out and let him keep his secret until a need to know moment. They had all traveled there by their own personal means, Terry was still getting the hang of jetting around, so he switched off from time to time.

"Mate, you really need some flying lessons." Tobias snickered, Kami floating in a bubble between them.

"Are you sure I should go to the highschool?" Kami tilted her head as they landed at the edge of the parking lot.

"Yes, I'm sure, Only Tech could tutor you and he doesn't want to, besides lots of people know magic here." Terry explained, ignoring the quips about his flying capabilities. "Now hush, I'm calling principles office." He dialed the office and hoped this wouldn't seem odd, it was definitely short notice. Though Terry did have his father call ahead as an officer to mention the powered students being brought in.

Terry, Tobias and Kami were late because nothing Tobias owned fit the school dress code, which for him wasn't as lax as for some. "You sure these pants won't get shredded?" He wondered, lagging behind as they walked up the sidewalk towards the school. He would have just flew in if it were up to him. Kami stayed in her bubble floating behind them and eying the building with apprehension.

"Oh, wow, what??" Robert reeled a bit. "I'm hoping it was at least an accident, if they're letting you walk around genpop. Geez--and I thought /I/ had a tiny violin to play," He sat back, shaking his head--the hell kind of people did they put in this school? He'd kind of been joking when he'd been talking prison; yeah, there'd been talks about prosecution and whether it was legal to commit suicide in California, and what it would mean if they ruled him a new entity or the same person, but that was all stuff an expensive lawyer and being a good little boy who did what he was told for the the big, bad agencies would take care of. A kill-count like that would put a lot of professional soldiers to shame. If it hadn't been some sort of horrific accident, then these people were morons for not putting her in a Hannibal suit in a lead-lined box somewhere. Assuming that would have stopped her. He paused in his thoughts...at least telepathy didn't seem to be one of her powers.

"And don't worry--I'm not fidgeting for you; it makes me feel better. More human, you know?" Just then, his vision registered a white-hot image appear above and to the side of radiation girl--apparently siphoning charged particles off of her. He was about to say something before she spoke. "The hell? Either some sort of energy siphoning thoughtform, or a ghost. Geez--what next?" Just what he needed, something to slough off another of his fundamental beliefs about how the universe worked. Next thing you know, God himself was going to descend from the heavens and start smiting nonbelievers. He wondered what lightning bolts would do to a grounded robotic shell.

"Uh, hey, Misty..." He began, still trying to wrap his head around talking to a ghost, a small part of him wondering why this was so difficult when he'd accepted the nuclear reactor sitting beside him out of hand. "No, not an AI--things give me the willies. Not a cyborg, either; no organic parts. I guess if I'm anything, I'm technically a zombie, go figure. I guess that makes us death buddies." He laughed. "Really I'm just a damn fool who got himself killed. Got stuck in this thing for my troubles," He gestured down at his metal form, "And yeah, yeah, 'Rob the Robot', geez, I think that may be the first time I've ever heard that joke. Oh! Would you look at that, my sarcasm subroutines are back online."

"Also, as for teasing, my mother always told me that when a girl teased you, it meant she was into you. The wink here is implied."

Cher grinned at Misty and nodded "yep like a that gym sock smell in a volleyball bag, potent, mildly unpleasant, but a reminder of good times?" She glanced over at Robert leaning back and putting her hands behind her head and leaning back relaxed "well first of all if I am going to be "into" you I need to find were the batteries go" she said out of hand and then winked back at him "secondly eyelids buddy, invest in eyelids, creepy verbal winks replicate the Sarah desert" she sat up suddenly glancing out the windows "no way, in hell or all creation I am ever dressing up like that...sports uniforms are bad enough, but bright colors, tight body suits, it has be like eighty degrees warmer in that thing. is there a summer tank top version? please god tell me that's not the school workout uniform or something" she said rattling on about the super hero brigade that just arrived.

"Yes." He smiled and nodded then looked back at the two. "Just, Gold-Fire's fine. And this is Tobias and Kami." He pointed his thumb at the two of them.

Tobias avoided eye contact for the moment and waved, glancing around at the other students as secretively as he could manage. "Oy." In a typical barely responsive tone. He was clean and dressed in blue jeans and green tank top for once. He wouldn't take of the leather jacket, it looked like it had been through the seventies, without any strange patches, just black leather with some fringe, carved beads." The back pack had some charms like that too.

"Hi." Kami waved, finally deciding to stand out side of her bubble. Still only carrying around the Lion backpack, the head of her staff sticking out. She was otherwise dressed normally, a bit strange too, blue jeans under a long yellow skift and A yellow long sleave shirt with a white shorter sleaved shirt, her hair braided.

"Just want to make sure you know what we know about their education history." Terry smiled. "Though I'm sure the school will test their skills." He shrugged, signing them all in.

Having put her shoes back on before walking onto the school grounds, Signy McAllister hoped she wouldn't attract to much attention. But when she saw Tobias and Kami being shown into the Receptionist's office where she was making last-minute course selections, she couldn't help but needle them a bit. "Hey, what kept ye sa lang?"

As if she hadn't just arrived a few minutes before, herself. ^_^

Signy grinned as she passed her class request forms to the receptionist. "Glad all I had ta deal with was translatin' ma records from the original English. And explainin' why that arrest happened."

"Oy, mornin'" He smiled slightly, then turned back to Signy. "Lucky! We had to spend a week goin' back and forth from the Immigration office." He pulled out an ID card. "Apparently we're somethin' like, minors seeking amnesty. " He shrugged again. "Didn't get deported." He put his green card back in his wallet. "Kami's got one too." He thumbed at his sister, who looked nothing like the blonde scott.

"Yep, mine's not green like Toby's." She pulled her card out of the bag, it had the earth estimation of her birthday on it, in her home dimension terms, home dimension. She looked too young to be going to highschool, she had dark black hair, looked fairly typical, except she was decidedly chestnut colored, not the least bit scottish. Most would guess she was only eleven.

"So, school for super beings?" Tobias grinned.

Terry sighed and checked over the last of the enrollment papers and handed them in. "So... We did some evaluations, but I definitely think they need professional testing, we're just a boarding house and training facility." He shrugged, explaining to the receptionist. "They can pick their schedules, but seriously, I'm sure you'll figure it out. Kami' needs history." He shook his head and smiled. "I've got to get to... things..." He signed the last paper and looked around awkwardly for a moment before leaving.

"Yeah I'm the School spirit!" She laughs as she floats upside down... including her garments. Thought she did make her skirt seem to have trouble staying put. "I'm a general pain but a good person. I only blow things up by mistake."

Misty flipped back around. "Oh come on I'm not that old. It was like... er... 1997 I think? Language haven't change that much.. thought the techy stuff changed, but Titan city always been the hot bed of avance tech with all the super scientist."

Kami read over her classes quietly for a moment, while Tobias just read them off. He was a bit surprised they already had him sorted into classes. Kami also took the school planners from the receptionist as well.

"Latin, with somethin' I can't pronounce... Algebra with Kerstain, sweet. Chemistry..." He shrugged, "History with Devore, Phys ed wi' Wright and American Government. I know how the american government works, it doesn't." He glanced over at Kami's, she had physical Ed early in the day, american and european history, the other classes were 'testing' "Why've ya got testing?"

"It's cause I don't have a class record. I should get to the gym..." She handed Tobias his school planner, then started staring into hers and heading towards the gym.

"Yeah, what's selfie?" Tobias stared at the girls now. He completely missed the quips about his scottish accent, or hers.

*Clean out your bag, I was nearly flattened.* A large white cat leopard spotted cat climbed out of the backpack. Tobias chuckled at the cat, which seemed to just meow at him for a long while, then he dropped his books into his backpack and cinched it up.

"Well, tha cat is out of the bag now." Signy grinned at Bucky, then addressed Tobias. "It's a show on the American tellie, with Karen Gillan. She does a pretty good yank accent. Yon girl with bright green eyes was commenting on ours."

*Yes, I am out. Wait! Was that a joke?* The cat sat on the floor and tilted it's head at Signy, then looked at Tobias, making more meowing noises to any but the two scotts. *Need a cat bed and a room in there. Atleast a ladder... I'm going to sniff about...* The cat wandered out of the office before a 'responsible adult' attempted to collect him and put him where he didn't want to be. The cat looked up and tilted it's head as it passed Marionette and Sebastian.

"Karen Gillan's been on an American tellie show?" He blinks. "Is the doctor a ginger now too?" He said, trying to act even more foreign. "Where should we be going?" He finally asked the receptionist. Who circled a point on the map, then suggested they ask another student. He glanced up from his place leaning over the reception desk and just stared for a minute, adjusting the goggles on his forehead and stepping out of the way. "Mornin'."

Tobias stepped out of the way next to Signy. "Lost the cat, should we be goin' to math?"

Misty was bored wasn't a good thing. She started dancing and floating down the hall seemingly lost in her own little world. "La la la-la la la, Sing a happy song. La la la-la la la, smurf it all day long."

She stopped and turned hearing Sabastian's voice. "Oh I was singing it because it the type of tune that gets stuck in people's heads. Really annoying in a silly way." She spun showing off her look "You like I went with a more gray look then the classic black. Well I did before I died, kind of stuck with it now imprinted on my mental image thing. Oh well... um.. danger room... OH YEAH!"

SHe floated down the hallway "This way new kid. I'm Misty Sinclair the local spook, kind of died on the land they built the building on. The classic new building on grave thing. Not quite but close enough. I can go farther more or less the city limits, hate going over water, itches. Just kind of hang around here you know. No where else to go might as well spend time in school. So what's your name?"

''My name Sebastian Greene, nice to meet you Misty Sinclair'' responded calmly while walking alongside the floating goth ghost girl ''I am definitely a classic goth but I love blues and purples as you can probably see'' he said while pointing to his blue streaked long jet black hair and purple jeans. ''This place is built on a grave site? Huh that's interesting...'' Sebastian murmured, wondering if he could could summon a body out of the ground if anything bad happened. He had a spell in his arsenal that would completely stop the rotting and decay of any bodies...would even reverse the body to the physical condition of before it was first made. He chuckled a bit after realizing he learned a spell from the Barons that is actually good...those bastards even forced him to use blood magic healing to- don't think of that don't think of tha-

Sebastian forced himself to talk to Misty to ignore his disturbed thoughts, putting on a fake toothy smile while stuttering a bit ''Hey, might I ask but how are the other kids here? As I said this is the first time entering a school in my entire life. I have met other spirits like you but my interaction with other humans other then my guardian has been....less then adequate'' he said before he noticed Kami, his muscles locking up a bit when he could feel magic radiating off of her.

Sebastian was not only tensed up because he already met another mage but his nervousness for socializing with humans or other sentient species that he wasn't familiar with were peering up again. Sebastian spoke up in an apologetic tone with a bit of stutter ''Ehm...sorry for not noticing you there Kami. Misty, this ghost floating right next to me was already going to show me the Danger Room so you can tag along with us. It's...uhm... nice to meet you and Atrox'' he finished while peering at her backpack, feeling a huge amount of magic emitting off of it. His knowledge of mages and sorcerers was somewhat confined, he only read detailed books on pyromancers, cyromancers, choloromancers, technomancers, and some standard sorcerers but he knew that magic was constantly changing so new types of spell casters were appearing all the time. He was heavily curious on what type of spellcaster Kami was but he decided to not broach the subject.

''A bank? Hmmm well that's interesting.....'' Sebastian murmured again while listening to Misty

Sebastian frowned at her description of these ''jocks''. He's read enough cases of idiots with superiority complexes....and that piece of knowledge on top of them being werewolves and possibly a dark spirit does not sit well with him. From the books he read werewolves are notoriously known for being egotistical and prideful while dark spirits are known for being horribly manipulative, of course there are exceptions to that rule as he looked up more descriptions of those particular supernatural beings on the internet. Some of the most famous heroes were werewolves and dark spirits....but they were also some of the most infamous villains.

Sebastian chuckled to himself over a sudden dark thought. If the Barons ever find him and send there little army of carnivorous brain eaters maybe he should just trap the bullies and leave them alone in the school for the zombies. He'd probably find out that the zombies starved to death after receiving no sustenance from eating an absorbent amount of dead brain matter from fresh bodies...

Sebastian decided to voice his dark joke ''Hmm bullies you say. Well I imagine judging by your description that these werewolves would be the best choice of starving out a zombie army due to a lack of brains or at very least distract them with there 'strong muscles'.''