: The duo look to Emil. Chou looks him over, offering a bro fist.:
Ken: Damn, got to be coolest thing in like ever. Emil? Awesome man.
: The duo look to Emil. Chou looks him over, offering a bro fist.:
Ken: Damn, got to be coolest thing in like ever. Emil? Awesome man.
Maia nodded to each in turn as Mayumi introduced them.
"Pleased to meet'chyall."
Right off the bat, Mayumi was a study in contrasts. She spoke in such a straightforward manner, and was evidently a cigarette smoker, yet her delicate features rested under immaculate make up that gave her a pale, almost luminescent appearance, and were framed by beautifully done, inky black hair. It was like a ghost from a period romance novel had donned a fedora and started talking like a private investigator.
"And I'm Maia," she said "Maia Woods. Nice to meet you too."
Personal assistants had gotten so advanced in this day and age, they could carry a conversation to an extent. Maia had seen others treat their personal assistants A.I.s like pets, ones that never pooped on the carpet. Raven apparently did the same, and had reprogrammed Turing with a cheerful voice. She sure sounded cute and energetic to perk up anyone's day. A.I.s of course weren't advanced yet to really think for themselves or get offended, but Raven obviously put some love into Turing, so it was only polite that she do so as well. Maia bent slightly to get herself to eye level with Raven's armband, and waved at the pink haired avatar.
"And nice to meet you Turing. I hope we can be friends!"
Now that she really got a look at Raven, Maia instinctively felt something was different. It was the way Raven talked, moved, dressed, even the way she was just standing there. This lady knew how to carry herself. It wasn't common to see someone in their age group pull if off this well. And yet...Maia found herself smiling a little less self consciously. She looked to both the ladies who had turned to talk to her.
"Where are ya from?"
Enjoying the pleasant warmth that was emanating from the pair Edmund just voiced his genuine reaction. "Aww, you two are adorable together."
Edmund smiled warmly and nodded at the newcomer. "And I'm Edmund Kinsley. It's a pleasue to meet you."
"Doesn't seem like much of one," Mayumi commented. "If you're still grumpy and shit, all it seems to be doing is exasperating it. But the hell if I know, I'm not a therapist."
"Eh, it's alright. Had it done by a scratcher in Shangri-La for a pack of shitty cigs. Real masterwork is my back piece, but the only way you're seein' that is if you ask nicely. Or get the lil' lady here to," she nodded at Maia.
Mayumi blinked.
"Pretty fuckin' awesome, that... you. You ever have someone draw you?"
"You definitely seem like it," Mayumi nodded. There was something else, too. A certain strangeness that didn't quite mesh with the others... maybe a country feel? Old school? Definitely not "modern" she was sure, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. "Have t'say though. You've definitely got a .. well, you definitely don't seem like the others what with the hovercars and wastes of perfectly good feet. You from around here? No... that's not right. You grow up in the country?"
Didn't hurt to ask.
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
"Yay! I love making new friends... Just watch out for the masked men with knives, ghost girls in mirrors, and shadow men waiting to eat you up!" Turing replied, her tone turning into a rather silly attempt at seriousness with her warning.
"I'm from Valhalla, where my father works as a rather prestigious judge." Raven replied, ignoring Turing's warning to Maia with a practiced ease as she spoke.
"Mind if I ask where you're from, Maia?" Raven asked, still smiling softly.
Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
- C.S. Lewis
With everyone gathered around, talking to each other, it was easy for Flip to learn who was who, where many had come from, and what most of their Abilities were without asking too many questions.
As he was listening, he suddenly got an uneasy feeling. Looking around calmly, he didn't see any significant technology, but to be on the safe side he decided to go for a brief walk until he got his 'Gremlin' back under control. The more distance he placed between himself and the others, the less likely something in their possession would crash or short out or worse.
Walking away, he found a tree and leaned against it, working on his mental exercises to regain control.
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He fought back the flinch, and there was almost a flinch because even though law of probability told him eventually someone had to look up he had not quite expected it to happen quite so fast.
He turned his head to the speaker and wondered what to do.
Finally, he settled on a noncommittal wave.
There. Good enough.
He was not going to get down from his tree, because it was totally his tree now. There were many like it but this one was his.
That was... unexpected.
Normal people did not have those proportions... most of the time... some ESPer powers were just weird, and, well, that pretty much said it all, didn't it?
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Curious to whom the tattooed was talking to Edmund's gaze drifted upward until he spotted the tree climber.
A small part of his brain suggested that he should leave this person alone, that it was obviously a lone wolf person who did cool things like brooding and being mysterious in the shades, like a lot of his favourite characters in comic, and that he shouldn't bother this person lest he look like a dork again.
Another much louder part was already in the process of greeting the still unamned tree person, even going so far as to let go of one of his two overstuffed bags and waving enthusiastically.
"Hello up there! Do you want to come down and chat!?" He yelled with a large grin.
Oh joy, now other people knew where he was. He could probably go invisible and pick another place but that felt too much like giving up.
Really, what was it with people being so sociable? Did you stop to greet every stranger that passed through the street? Of course not. That'd just be silly and get you a few odd looks. However, right now it was not only expected but encouraged. Know the people you will go to school with.
While it was inevitable, Silva would rather do so in his own time and his own terms, thank you very much.
"I'm comfortable where I am," he said, leaning against the tree trunk. "Why don't you try coming up instead?"
He very much doubted he would do it.
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A flying limo slowly approached the entrance of the Hades Academy, three occupants within the vehicle, plus the driver. Two parents, and their 14-year-old son. The former giving their last few pieces of advice before letting the latter enter the academy.
"Mom, I don't need to know that I have to work hard to be at the top of the Esper academy. Besides, I am pretty sure I am already better than most of those people..."
"And that is why you're going to Hades, and not one of those very reputed academies, Francis. But he does have a point, darling: for all his flaws, he does know the value of training and hard work. What you need to work on is your people skills. The people's support is a very important thing for an Esper, it allows him to do his job without some obstacles."
At these last few words, the limo landed, and the driver got out of it to get Francis' luggage. Francis himself went out after saying goodbye to his parents, and took the two bags.
"Sir, I wish you luck."
"Thanks Robert. And be good to my parents, please"
"I will do. And it's Albert, you little snot."
"What?"
"Nothing, sir."
On those parting words, Albert entered the limo, took the wheel, and started flying back home. As for Francis, he started taking in his environment. Those buildings were in a very bad state. Maybe he should consider making a serious donation to the headmaster, mostly because he didn't see himself live in such conditions for long, being used to much better. He then took a look to the students that were already there. He noted some people who were a fair bit older than himself. Eh, not everyone can get Esper powers as young as he did (no, he won't mention that year of worrying he will be... gasp... an ordinary person). He also noticed a weird man...thing... man-thing, discussing with a girl he was pretty sure he saw once or twice in Avalon.
Best thing for now, if he wanted to be at the top, was to observe, and see if he could gather information on what the others could do. So he found a tree to lean on, and started watching the other, peasants or fellow Avalonians...
:As Chou hits fist, steam again:
Ken: We like you.
:Sees limo and student: Greaaaat.
:Shuts up as Flip vanishes.:
Ooh, a judge's daughter. Maia had a lot of respect for judges generally. They seemed to know everything, and were the sober arbiters for the worst arguments so everyone else could keep on living their merry way without worrying about all that.
Both Raven and Mayumi asked where she was from, and Mayumi couldn't help widening her smile into a little grin. Skipping sixty years sucked, for a host of obvious reasons. But it did have perks. Tech was confusing, but Maia had to admit stuff generally worked better now than it did before. There was less disease, laws seemed a little fairer, and she could look into a history book and see how well then-contemporary ideas had held up under the light of history. Oh, and there were the introductions of course.
"Avalon, born and bred. Ah grew up about a stone's throw away from Redwood Heights bout sixty years ago."
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"No, you're not," he agreed. He sighed and took another drag. "If I look grumpy, its because I'm here agaisnt my will. My old man's making me go here so I can 'make something of myself'. What a joke."
His face, contrary to most guys his age, soured noticeably. "I'll pass." He glanced around and noticed that there were a lot more people standing around, socialized and being friendly."Eh, it's alright. Had it done by a scratcher in Shangri-La for a pack of shitty cigs. Real masterwork is my back piece, but the only way you're seein' that is if you ask nicely. Or get the lil' lady here to," she nodded at Maia.
That wasn't for him. "Nice talking to you," he said while backing away. "Thanks for the smoke. Let me know if you need a canvas."
He walked away and returned to his spot against the tree.
Without missing a beat, or noticing the less than sociable mood of the tree climber, Edmund replied cheerfully and honestly. "Sorry, I've never been all that good at climbing things! That's probably another thing I can improve at this schooly, hopefully. But we can talk like this. It seems to be working. Hi, I'm Edmund Kinsley from Elysium. What's your name?"