Michael walked through the front doors adn approached the man behind the desk, Not a very friendly lookin guy, thought Michael.
"Can I help you sir?' asked the man in BDUs
"I was told to report to Corporal Punishment, for Cadet training. "Lemme see your file, uh huh, uh huh, ok, the Corporals not here right now, but we'll get you a room for the night, and you can meet him first thing in the morning, PT starts at 0615,
"Thank you."
15 minutes later, Michael was in his room. His roommate want there, and he honestly wasnt sure if he was gonna like the guy.
"Ah well, may as well look around a bit, reminds me of my barracks in Bragg, cept alot bigger."
While wandering the halls, Michael bumped into someone, kinda had an attitude problem.
"Geez, Im seven feet tall, think it would be easy to avoid me!" Never had this problem till the accident After a short tour of the grounds, Michael returned to his room. Hi, I'm Michael Embher, guess we're roomies now. Youre Gilth or Glith or something right?
(( Michael is going to be a person who suffered a tragic accident in his recent past, and new to paragon and his powers, anyone wanna help? 
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Can we get a fix for Energy Melee instead of more new sets?
Ma saw the man square a corner down the hall, and looked twice before she was sure the bearing was military. Arm swing, heel-toe and all in the lower body; definitely military or ex-military. That was a welcome change from civilians wearing BDU's.
Looking for a like soul, she saw him heading up to the men's floors. That was off-limits, and she had no wish to do more extra training.
"Ho, Troop!" she bellowed down the hall, hoping not to draw too much attention. "Sound off!"
((OOC, in case you haven't followed, MaDeuce is military through and through, has very few taboos concerning what should and should not be said and prefers to be a troop and not a woman. Everyone's the same in BDU's. She also has several demons in her closet, and a bad case of Combat Stress Syndrome which she needs meds to treat.))
Maybe he didnt hear me Michael thought, Just as well, feel like going for a jog anyway. With that he walked away from the door, leaving it cracked, and walked down the hall. Thought I heard something, maybe not As he looked down the stairs he saw what appeared to be a woman, no, not a woman, but a soldier. He could tell by the way she stood that she was a professional. Good, more than one person around here with some real training in there background thought Michael. It had been a long time since he had left the Army, but he did remember one thing, females garnered no special treatment, and from the looks of this one, she expected none
."Hey troop, whats it like around here, I just got into this town, and lemme tell ya, I aint impressed. Anywhere to get a drink around here?"
((Believe it or not, I read the whole thread,interesting stuff. I acyually had flashbacks of basic training when Corporal punishment was yelling, lol.))
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Can we get a fix for Energy Melee instead of more new sets?
Lazier Beeme doesn't sleep often, but when he does, his dreams aren't all that pleasant. They're always of the same thing, and have been since he met Buck and Tommy. His dream has them running from something, but they always get caught. What happens after they get caught is too gruesome for words. Sometimes, Lazier wonders if his dream may be a prophecy of things to come, but then realizes how small the chances are of some god-like force annihilating those gun nuts.
"Pfft. They could vaporize anything bold enough to challenge them, especially now that I'm on the team."
(OOC: A lot about my characters will be revealed in dreams and private conversations with each other.)
[B]The Once and Future Official Minister of Awesome[/B]
[I]And don't you forget it.[/I]
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"No liquor on the grounds, for starts," Ma crossed her arms and watched as the man approached. He had a confident walk, purposeful, like he knew where he was going. He was a little shorter than her 8 feet, but that didn't mean anything, the toughest knife fighter she had ever seen was a tiny, old Phillipino man.
"Not much to impress anybody, unless you lived in Lawton or Rolla," she chuckled, God how she had missed military to talk to. "You Airborne? Got that walk that says one too many PLF's."
"Oh, and what's shakin' around here is a bunch of Civvies act more like No-Go's than Troops. Don't mean to offend, but they got trigger happy and bullet proof on tap." She held out a hand, half gloved, and smiled wide enough for him to see her teeth were the same color as the rest of her, sulphur yellow.
"Name's Janice Sartain, 82nd, Third of Three-Two-Five, Fifth Group, and now Private Sartain," she pronounced it 'Pri-yat', "but friends call me MaDeuce."
((OOC: Ma will get along great with any prior service or military. She has some problems with flashbacks, but the military is the only life she ever fit into. If Michael wants to get something to drink, she will happily go along, but will order beer, she's had her liquor for the day, and her metabolism will keep her stone sober on beer.))
"MaDeuce, huh? Plesed to meetcha, Names Michael Ember, Sergeant, E-5 type, Most people just call me Embher. Good eye, your'e observant, was 82nd, 101st (Air Assault). Tried for SpecFor, but they were full of 18D's. Got an offer from Crey industries one day, couldn't pass it up. One thing leads to another, and here I am.
As he approached the woman, he realized his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, she was tall, and yellow. Embher had thought at first that since his eyes had turned orange, that he wasn't seeing right. Doubt anyone teases her though, to afraid shell pummel em, , she thought.
"So whats this Corporal Punishment like? Hear he likes to make people do pushups? Good, I miss the military life, they wont take me back because of my powers and appearance though. Dont get me wrong, they'd love to have some one my size on a 50 cal, but my eyes freak people out. Haven't met anyone yet who can stare at them. So, wheres these civvies? I'd like to meet some of em , maybe then we can go grab a brew, wadda ya say MaDeuce?"
The whole time Embher talked to Ma, he was watching her, observing, He could see her pulse in her carotid artery, smooth and steady, just like her resperations. maybe a sniper, but her little grin showed that she missed talking to military. Maybe Cpl Punishment was the closest thing here, but he probably wouldn,t want to show any favoritism to any of the cadets, Lord knows he didn't when he was a D.S.
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Can we get a fix for Energy Melee instead of more new sets?
Radon looked on as Celes disappeared down the hall with a mixture of joy and sadness. Deep down his heart was telling him what she said was true, but his head just wouldn't listen. With a heavy sigh he headed back up to his room, Celes' image and words still fresh in his mind. Reaching his dorm he quickly went inside and closed the door behind him.
"Man am I tired." he said to himself as he made his way over to his bed and laid down.
Like Celes, he was considered a special case when it came to room assignments. Not only was he not given a roommate, but the entire interior had been reinforced by lead. With powers like his neither he nor administration was willing to take any chances.
"I wonder what Corporal Punishment has got planned for tomorrow. Not only did I leave the grounds without giving notice, but I did it in the middle of target practice. Man I'd hate to be in my shoes." Radon thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Alan stared at the his insane roommate, Does the FBSPA even check other heroes. "No, I'm a student, by force. So Patchy...uh why are you called Patchwork." Alan hoped that his roommate was realy there, he didn't think a person like this could exist in real life. He refused to question his sanity. Alan never questioned the lack of tack in just asking a person about thier origin, but he thats just the what he was, devoid of tact, somewhat creepy, and have few redeeming quailties.
Dr. Malifarious felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as a gaze bore into him. Behind him stood a man in worn jeans, a black leather jacket, and, most noteable, he had no eye, just pitch black sockets, the skin around it had peeled back revealing bleched white bone. "Hello Doctor, I belive I could be of assistance to you." His smile reaveal bleached white teeth. "I can tell you were...Buck Shott...and...Tommy Gunn will be tomarrow. Of course thier is a small price, are you interseted Doctor?"
(OOC Note: Like I said, Mended Ribs' story would more or less become part of others. Hope it works into your plan Manofmanychars and feel free to turn him down.)
"Gunner, huh? Well, at least you were real Airborne before you went for repelling outt'a Helo's" She pronounced that 'Heelo's' and carried a smile when she said it. In her time, trading good natured insults was part and parcel of being a soldier.
"You'll see enough of the Civvies soon, if they aren't trying to impress ya with their poor aim or lack of finesse they are lecturing you about being a hero." She shook her head, subconsciously rubbing a spot on her shirt under which a mass of dogtags lay. They didn't make any sound, taped together, but provided comfort.
When she spoke to him, she met his eyes, not shying away. Nice knowing someone else had spooky looks, it was tough being the only off-colored giant with solid eyes. She took in his stance, guessing he was probably heavy weapons from the 18D comment and lloked like he could get on down the road if need be. You didn't get heavy and still keep jump status.
"The DI wants to be a toughie, but he's got girls for trainees. Must suck to go to the NCO club and be harrassed, if they got one here. He does ok, for his crew, and they have a sweet range over there," she motioned with her hand out the window. "Spent some time earlier out there, but was hoping for a partner or someone knows what combat shooting is about. Need a spotter for some moving target stuff, if you are interested, nothing fancy, just get my Solothurn in sight."
She sized him up again, making it obvious. "You up for some big bore practice later?" She had a sly smile, letting the question hang. "After evening drill, of course."
((OOC The Solothurn is a 20mm man portable anti-tank rifle from WWI, it weighs about 120lbs and can hit targets out past 500m like a hammer. Further than that, Ma will bring her Barrett and Topper, which also uses a hyper-sonic 6mm with a ridiculous range, but that's not for fast targets. She is not making a pass at Michael, but he might construe it that way. She just wants some company, that understands what fighting and loss are about.))
" Gunner for abou two years, then Re-upped for medic, been a long time since anyone called me Doc though, I like hurting people to much. My troops didn't come to me unless they were really sick or really hurt, those are the ones who got compassion, luckily I always had good guys in my unit," Michael said, and when he said guys, he meant men and women, as women are soldiers, not women.
"Being lectured huh, might could use a lecture, kinda new to this whole hero thing. Only had my powers a short while, well that's not entirely true. Had them since I was about fourteen, but was normal, and well hidden until the accident." As Michael mentioned this mysterious accident, a visible mask of pain covered his face. Never one to hide his emotions after years of being a mean, blunt NCO.
As michael said this, he noticed that MaDeuce moved her hands to her chest, not in a seductive manner, but in away only a soldier would. She apparently sought some type of comfort from her dog tags. A soldier, through and through, was all Michael could think, Good, she can offer some extra training on this hero biz, and she'll be good to have at my back if I'm ever in a tough spot.
"Sure, I'm always up for training. Speaking of which, they got a decent weight room? Feelin kinda flabby, havent worked out since 0500."
Michael wanted to ask how MaDeuce had been turned yellow and gotten so big, but he knew not to ask, not yet anyway. He himself had the Crey to blame, and they would pay for what they did to him, pay dearly.
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Can we get a fix for Energy Melee instead of more new sets?
"Well, at least you got something to go with your looks," she glanced over one shoulder towards the ground floor, half a flight of stairs below, "all I got was clothes that don't fit and dirty looks from everyone else.
"Would be nice having a combat medic as a friend," a frown drew across her face, momentarily and was gone, "again." She paused a moment before she spoke again, seeming to lose her verbal stride, some of the cockiness fading away.
"Weight room, yeah, they got one. Haven't tried to use it myself, it looks like it was set up for Meta's and Powered types. You know, Mag-Resist tables and Gravity Well machines that start at Tons and work up to small planets. Nothing I can do for that, I'm just a big body, no strength or resistances." She noticed his attention to her eyes and face.
"Don't worry, the yellow don't rub off and the eyes work fine, even if you can't see where they are. Maybe a little better than before, closer to nightvision too. Not so bad, having PVS-sixes on all the time."
A faint smile started coming back to her features.
"You spent more than two years in, got an honorable and know which riser to pull on, you don't need any lecture on being a hero. C'mon, I can show you to the weight room, maybe catch chow with you later if you don't mind."
" MMMMMhhhhmmmm, Chow. I burn through everything so fast now I have to eat 8 times a day or I feel like im starving. Little side effect of these powers, the cool thing is I can also sense body heat to. After being in close proximity to someone for a long enough time I can actually identify there heat signature."
Embher started walking down the stairs, it may have been a little laate to work out, he liked spending two to three hours in the gym if he went in there, other wise, he barely worked up a sweat.
"Lets skip the gym for now, but lets hit the chow hall, could go for a steak or two.Not many people like us where I come from, Be nice to talk to someone whos been through some of the same things I have, gotten some of the looks."
((ooc: Just curious, how much lattitude are we getting with the power sets? I love what our little half demon half angel friend was doing with the wings. And about what security lvl are we at, or does it matter?))
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Night, the darkness, the time of the hunter.
Under neath the inky black sky, a figure stalks along the rooftops, hes been chased since he came to this world.
He can't be found, he must escape. These are the only thoughts that run through the creatures head.
pfffffft! Thump
He looks back, and sees smething sticking out of his shoulder. It's pink, then a red one appears, then, everything vanishes.
"Man, took enough tranqs to kill an elephant just to drop this guy. Where the hell are we gonna put him?"asked the man with the rifle.
"He'll be coming with me, that's where," someone said from under a smokey the bear type hat,"nice shot, by the way."
"Just who are you, and what makes you think were not putting him pack on his home planet? Hey Doc, who is this guy?"
"Meeks, I'd like you to meet Corporal Punishment, one of the instructors at the Hero Academy, follow me if you will Cpl. Punishment. We here at Portal Corp. called you because we didn't want to send this poor creature back to his own dimension. He is one of five of his species left alive. On his planet, the Statesman there hunts his kind for fun. We managed to bring him through the portal, but we really have no way of caring for him. With his natural abilities, he would be well suited to heroics, with the proper training, of coure."
Corporal Punishment looked down at his new Cadet, who he was apparently taking wether he wanted to or not, but if Statesman wanted him to take in the creature, who was he to argue with him? Not very tall compared to some of the other heroes, the tiger creature stood only about five foot ten when on his hind legs., but was very muscular.
"Can he talk doc?" asked the Cpl.
"Yes he can, but we're not sure how complete his understanding of our language is."
Pre Dawn, just before morning calisthenics
"Now listen, Tigonus, this is a new start for you, this planet is your home now. You will hunt, but hopefully, only the evil, if you decide to eat them, thats your choice, other wise chow is......"
Tigonus heard everything this man said, he understood it all to, but he was still confused. Why was he here? What was an alternate dimension? They said that on this world, the man who hunted him on his home world was a good man, a hero, they said who could be one to. As he looked down at his fur he thought to himself, "Maybe it wont be so bad here."
Tigonus smelled someone coming down the hall, he could hear there foot steps.
Knock Knock
"What?!?!?" yelled the Corporal.
Tigonus had been told it was the Cpls job to be mean to everyone, including to himself, but the yelling hurt his sensetive ears.
"You knocked, now what do you want scumbag?!?!"
((ooc tag, someone take it from here pls))
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((OOC: Not sure who is doing the knocking and who is outside the hallway...so I'll keep it vague.))
The registration desk was still vacant when Akazi got to the Hero 1 Memorial Hero Training Facility. She was always late. She was supposed to be here yesterday but was having second thoughts about even signing up. She heard a member of the faculty shouting down the hallway as she took a seat in the lobby. Her reservations about other heroes would have to change for her to get anywhere in this city. She sat cross-legged in a uncomfortable plastic lounge chair and waited for the registrar. Her psychic senses told her someone was also uncomfortable with the yelling. "Good...maybe I won't be the only one to sign up late." She opened up her small dufflebag and got out a picture of father and herself taken years ago. "Well dad...I'm finally getting the education you wanted. Wish you were here to help me." she said quietly to herself.
((OOC: If anyone happens to walk by and notice the picture, it's her at around age 10 and an Aberrant Rector from The Lost. Just to give everyone a heads up. If not...she will probably work it into her story later on. 
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(( OOC: no one in particular at the door, just hoping someone would come in and meet my new character, didn't want to place any there if thet didn't wanna be there, if no one shows up soon though, ill make an npc get yelled at ))
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Janice opened the door, ducking low to get throught the frame. She was dressed in the school uniform for PT, except by agreement with the Corporal, she wore longer shorts than issue, that came past her knees.
She snapped to a rigid posture just inside the door, noticing the recruit with fur but not paying attention. After a moment, she relaxed her posture slightly, placing her feet shoulder-width apart and folding her hands at her back.
"Recruit Sartain requests permission to carry the Guidon to the drill field for PT!" Her voice was loud in the room, and she noticed the new recruit cringe. Her head was straight forward, not looking at Punishment or anything in particular, but her eyes took in the room.
((OOC: I am hoping that Corporal will allow the request, she likes to run with the unit colors. If not ignore the next little bit. Time moved a little faster than I had hoped, so the meeting between Michael and Janice will have to be past tense.))
Janice was hoping to meet up with the soldier from yesterday, maybe get him as a partner for the range. Once she got behind weaponry, she was all business, no room for messing around, and she liked her team to be the same.
Carrying the unit flag, called a Guidon, through the office and reception area of the school, she felt the hair on her neck rise. Someone was in the sprawling reception facility, someone very quiet and intending not to be seen. Then she could see, a dark spot amongst the shadows near the main desk and Duty Station.
Going to PT, surrounded by the facility and plenty of heroes, Ma would not carry a weapon. No weapon that wasn't part of her, anyway. She shifted the flag and it's six foot long pole into the crook of one arm, casually moving, holding the pole like a staff. Comfortable with the arrangement, she ventured toward the shadow, careful not to look directly at it.
She could see that the shadow was a woman, or more like a girl, seated in one of the chairs. As she came close, a nagging feeling started in her mind, she stopped several paces away, facing the woman.
"Have we met?" There was something very familiar in the way she sat, the dark hair and her skin.
((OOC: Tag A. That's you in the chair, and I wouldn't blame you for being grumpy this early without some coffee. Ma is about 8 feet tall, solid yellow and has a malicious sense of humor.))
OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I am still here.
Also I have decided that Rook is going to head back to England to spread the news of Lord Raymond's fake death.
"It's been good to see you mee Lord, I promise to make sure everyone knows that you are not dead." said Rook
"Aye lad, and it has been good to see you too. And I thank you for all you have done for me. Do not be afraid to come back to visit from time to time. Goodbye" said Lord Raymond going into a sweeping bow.
"Goodbye, Lord Raymond," said Rook mimicing the motion.
Lord Raymond then headed out to the Drill Field to await the day's activities.
(( OOC: sorry to move the story so fast, but it seemed time for a new day. Figured PT was a good place to start it))
Michael got up at 0400, his roommate till asleep, he dressed and shaved in the dark, using only what light he himself emanated. It had been along time since he had been in unit P.T., but he still looked forward to it. While in the Army, he had always hit the gym before and after P.T. then he remembered MaDeudes comment about the weight room, gravity wells, planets. He was strong, but not that strong. Maybe P.T. would be enough, since there were metas here.
Maybe he could get down stairs and meet the D.I. now.
He walked down the stairs, turned the corner heading to the D.I.s office, and saw Sartain leaving the office with the Guidon. Good, a soldier with the guidon, where it should be. A decoration, and if necessary, a weapon. Michael grinned.
As he approached the door, he noticed two heat signatures, one must be the D.I.s the other one a recruit, once he got closer he could hear them talking, and decided not to give up his little advantage. Who knew when he might need to black mail someone. As he inched closer, he heard the D.I. and another voice, like a rumble...
"...sure if I would fit in here, until I saw the giant woman. So there are others here like her?" asked the strange voice.
"Yes Tig, not exactly like her, but different in appearance, like you to. As a matter of fact the duty Sergeant told me we had another new arrival last night, military training to. We also have a Cadet here with horns and wings, so your appearance wont have a very large bearing on your training."
"Thank you, very much, and you said to refer to you as a mean person when the others are around?"asked the rumbling baritone.
"You don't have to, but if anyone thinks you're getting special treatment, they'll give you a hard time.
Knock Knock
"Can you tell the doors open or are you BLIND?!?"
Embher wanted to grin, he missed yelling at recruits like that. He always enjoyed making the tough guys break down and cry.
In a voice so loud that it almost made Tigonus cry, he bellowed, "Drill Sergeant, Cadet Embher, Michael reporting for training!!!"
"At least I wont have to tell you to sound off in formation, where'd you do basic troop?"
"Ft. Benning, Drill school and my time on the trail at Benning to."
"Good, I want you to meet Cadet Tigonus, he'll be your P.T. partner. Don't worry, you wont singe his fur, he's a tough kitty.He's also new to this world, so he'll need a full time battle buddy, heres a list of the rules."
Great, now Im a cat sitter , thought Michael
"Weapons training, you can choose your own partner though, Tigonus wont be there. Lets head out for formation there, I need to talk to Lazier Beam, see if he can make noise filters for Tig, his hearings apparently to sharp for his own damn good."
With that the Cpl stood and walked out, leaving the two newcomers alone.
Tigonus looked up at the large man and said,"what is P.T.?"
Michael chuckled a little, Ah, to be a new recruit again. Looks like kitty might enjoy P.T. might even have me a work out partner .
"Lets go, I'll explain as we go." , Michael executed an about face, and walked in the direction Sartain had taken, hoping to catch up to her. He saw her talking to someone he hadn't seen before, and decided to introduce himself.
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Akazi hurriedly put her photo away and sat upright when she heard the large yellow woman ask "Have we met?" Akazi replied "Uh..no..I don't believe we have." She had hoped she would not have to explain the photo to anyone just yet. She was not ashamed of her heritage, but some would see it as a misfortune. She was here to recieve training to work more efficiently with other heroes, and didn't want to get off to a bad start.
She quickly remembered her manners and stood up with an outstretched hand. "As-salam alaikum. I am Akazi bint Kaliz bint Alima. You can call me Akazi. Do you happen to know when the registrar comes in? I'm afraid I'm a bit late." As she spoke to the large woman, a man almost as tall as the lady stepped up to introduce himself to Akazi. She thought to herself "Wow...are all the students going to be this tall?"
((OOC:She has a slight accent that some people would recognize as Middle Eastern. Saudi Arabian to be precise. The "bint" in her name means "daughter of" for those wondering. As-salam alaikum is "peace be upon you".))
Ma's eyebrows lifted, and she smiled without teeth, holding out her right hand.
"Mar-ha-ba," ((have to do this phonetically, pardon)) "a-na sa-ii-da bi-ma rif-tak." She finished with an obvious aversion of her pupil-less eyes. ((This was the non-Muslim hello and Pleased to meet you.))
She noticed several other cadets coming into the area, heading out the door for PT, and needed to get the Guidon to the pad first.
"I look forward to talkin' to you more later, right now I have an appointment with sweat." She smiled again and headed out the door.
((OOC: Ma speaks fluent Arabic, several dialects, but is not Muslim. She will point this out at the first question, she won't mislead someone. However, she is familiar with the Koran and the faith.))
Embher and Tigonus watched as Sartain and and the new recruit exchanged greetings.
Wish I remembered more of the language" , he mumbled under his breath, hoping the tiger-man didn't hear.
"What language is that?"
"Arabic. Aren't there more languages where your from?"
"No, the Statesman of my world has wiped out all others, only his language remains."
Wow, kitty can hear good. I'll have to remember that.
Nice to meet you, names Embher, this heres Tigonus. I got here last night, Tig got here this morning. We're headed out for some exercise. The registrar is actually off duty now that the day has started. You'll have to report directly to Cpl Punishmen."
Tigonus watched the exchange, he didn't mind that this man did the talking for him, he was actually kind of glad, it let him focus on his senses. He could see that his 'Battle Buddy' as the Cpl had put it, was actually glowing. It was so faint in the light, that he wasn't sure if he anyone else could see it. The man also smelt like ozone being burned, just a faint odor, not bad, but not pleasant either. The girl had a strange smell, he couldn't place it though, he had smelt it once, a long time ago. It was strange alright, almost alien.
He noticed then that he was purring. He hated that!
Was he just purring? I'm NOT buying him cat-nip.
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"Ooh I not shur I tink dey tink I look like a blankee or somting. Dey sew me togeter wit de difrent parts of de heros dat not make it." Patch bowed his head at this, "Dis arm, it from Cybertron,"he held up his right arm, "and dese ar de feetsees of de Earthquake. But dey stil heer, dey tell me tings and help me wen I need help,"
"Yar!" Patch replied appearing to talk to the wall where a small potted plant sat on a shelf. "No, dat's not rite. I tink he a gud guy like me! Oooh okees, I ask"
"Dey say to ask wen de training is in de morning,"
((OOC: Think its morning now, probably my fault rushed my new character into the story, I offer my most sincere apologies if I screwed anyone up. This message will self destruct.))
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Awaking to the sound of the bugle, Patchworks bounced off to where he was told the PT would start. He arrived and ducked into the room. Seeing people already there he waited by the wall to see what happened next.
"No, dey must be inst...instru...de teechers," He whispered to a nearby chair. "Yar dey almost big as me! Dat gud den I not git chin dent in de middle from look down at de peeple dis time." He looked up and cocked his head to one side, "Maybe, I not no. Maybee skettio's, dat wuld be gud!"
Celes smiled softly at Radon as he opened the door. She could tell he was trying to avoid eye contact. Steeling her nerve, she stepped up to him and carefully cupped his chin so he would look at her. Her blue eyes held a warmth as she stared at him.
"What you did back there, when you helped that women, I was the only one who witnessed it. You would have done that if no one was there to see you fail or suceed. You are a hero, Radon. You saved her, plain and simple," she whispered softly.
A blush lit her cheeks as she stepped away.
"I...I...I'm sorry...," she apologized quietly, glancing away from him," I guess we should go..."
She moved quickly and quietly through the door. She glanced back at Radon before she continued down the hall.
"I'll see you at breakfast," she squeaked softly before running quietly down the hall to the stairwell at the end.
She took the stairs two at a time as she headed for the second floor. She ran to the single room all the way at the other end. She was giving private quarters due to her situation of being hunted. She was very adamant about keeping others away from her when she slept. Also she had the tendancy to dream walk sometimes. Standing at the door, she noticed a letter taped to it. Glancing at it, she paled. It was from Corporal Punishment. It more or less said that since the cadets did not return in a group as she was suppose to return them in, she was to meet him an hour before dawn for her new "special' task. Something about keeping the balance, it had mentioned.
She stepped into her room and sighed as she shut the door. She walked over and sat on her bed, removing her boots. She glanced around her room, making sure the celestial protective sigils were still in place. The oddly geometric symbols were scattered about the walls and ceiling. She leaned over and turned on the lamp that is on her nightstand. A sigil by her bed glowed gold and she sighed sadly into the room.
"Hello, Micheal," she replied into the room as he appeared.
She turned back around to stare at the man standing at the foot of her bed. His golden armor shined, reflecting the pale aura of light that ringed his head. His white wings fluttered slightly, causing his curly golden blonde hair to ripple. He stared sadly at her, patience pooling in his fathomless blue eyes.
"Good evening, Celes," he replied, his voice warm and comforting, wrapping around her like a blanket.
She shivered slightly as her heart skipped a beat. He always had this effect on her. He walked over and sat next to her, watching her.
"Your mother is worried about you. She..I...we felt the soul shard being used. You really need to stop over exerting yourself. You know the cost for accessing the greater powers when one is marked as a fallen."
She shrugged at him. "Of course I know...but I have to sometimes. You know what I face here on Earth. For the love of God, your his general on this plane!"
He winced as she took his name in vain. He narrowed his eyes knowingly at her. " I know you do that purposely sometimes."
She just smiled innocently at him. He cupped her cheek in his hand and returned the smile. "Child, you truly are the bane of all existence."
She stuck her tongue out at him. " Tell my mother I will attempt to not over exert myself, unless I must. Also, tell her I love her and miss her. He still won't return her teleport ability?" she asked, sadness on her face.
"No he won't. It's for her own good. Heaven forbid Denora gets kidnapped again," he replied, standing.
"She knows you love and miss her. She does too," he replied, smiling softly down at her.
"Since when are you a messagener angel?" Celes asked playfully staring up at him.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead lovingly. She closed her eyes and sighed sadly.
"That's from her...and me," he whispered quietly as he disappeared.
Celes wiped the tears welling in her eyes as she set the alarm clock. She turned off the light and crawled under the covers. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.