Thread: Palon Acadamy

My second RP on this forum. This one is as described in the SuperHero RPG - Continuation thread. The thread mentioned before is now the profiles and affaris thread.

Palon Acadamy. It was a large complex of dorms, classrooms, physical training ranges and thick jungle. The island of Palon itself had been discovered only four years prior to the current day, today being April 5th 2013.
The world around the island had changed but the island had changed more. The island had once been completely covered in jungle but three people had changed that. Four years ago three people stepped onto the northen coast of Palon, seemingly out of thin air. The two women and one man team had cut down huge amounts of the jungle to build their new acadamy. A school that was rumoured to become the training base for the future. It was.
In the week after the first trees were cut down and the first classroom built of solid brick the plague hit. The children of the world were infected by a horrible plague that killed any bearer of the plague over the age of ten. It originated in one of the southern states of the US but it spread like wild fire, killing millions as it began engulfing states. The bulding speed was increased, builders from Cuba being paid thousands to complete the entire complex within the month. Once again, it was made so.

"And that was why, and how, the acadamy was founded. Any questions?" asked the teacher of her bemused class. She was given blank stares in return. She sighed, "I know it isn't as exciting as the history of war or the history of de..."
She suddenly stopped as she felt a familiar shiver run down her spine. Her eyes darted to the class' door as it swung open, allowing a tall figure to enter. Dressed in a black overcoat, black trouser and black shirt, the figure was very impossing, especially with the black sunglasses hiding the man's eyes. The teacher began to stutter and stammer but the man raised a hand to silence her. She was silent,
"Miss Advar. My students are..." he looked at a silver wrist watch and frowned slightly, "Twelve minutes late for their lesson in melee combat. I trust you have an explanation for this."
Miss Advar knew that the man was not feeling any emotion right now and she knew that he wasn't just holding it back. This man had no emotions. He has spoken without even the slightest hint of any emotion, not anger, nor irritation. That was what scared her. She finally managed to blurt out,
"I'm sorry Mr Johnson... I was reading a bit slowly today..." she tried to think of more excuses but Mr Johnson raised his hand again,
"No need to appolgise Miss Advar but in future try not to read so slowly." his attempt at humour fell flat with no humour with which to convey it. He nodded to Miss Advar but a student got out of his seat, his fists shaking in anger,
"You can't treat Miss Advar like that! Who do you think you are?!" demanded the boy, obviously smitten with his history teacher. Mr Johnson walked over to the boy's desk and took off his glasses, exposing his blue eyes. He stared directly into the boy's eyes, not a shadow of an emotion crossing the blue eyes,
"Look into my eyes boy and tell me you do not know me." he stared directly at the boy's eyes and the boy had no choise but to stare back. The boy looked into the eyes and saw the nothingness, the emptyness and the complete lack of pity. He shuddered and looked away in fear.
James Johnson shook his head,
"Did you see it boy? Did you see who I am?" he asked in the same emotionless voice. The boy nodded,
"Yes Mr Johnson..." was all the boy could say and it was all anyone every did say. James nodded and put the sunglasses back on,
"You may continue to teach these students until the end of the hour. Goodbye." and with that he left, leaving the entire class to sigh with relief.

Flare yawned as she lent up against the corner of her room, her senior class were copy notes off the bored, giving her the chance to finally enjoy her coffee. It was the second class today, and she swore that some of these boy's where only still in basic power control becasue she was the teacher. This throught confirmed when she looked up to see several in the back row staring at her drooling.

Walking over to her desk she put her cup down then headed to teh back of the class, she noticed a couple of girl turn there heads but motioned for them to go back to work. As she reached the two boys she put her hands on there desks making sure her engagement ring was in clear view, locking onto there minds she whispered "Do i need to remind you two, who i'm engaged to?" the two boys shook there heads resisting the urge to turn around and see who had spoken. As they had gotten somewhat used to Flares ability. "Well, if you keep staring at me like that i will, get you two into a special class on power control taught by Mr. Johnson, do either of you want that?" Both boys shook there heads feverishly, still slightly amazed by Flares ability to talk straight into there minds. "Good, now you have five minutes til your next class finish the notes or its detention, and Mr. Johnson will be taking it"

Leaving her last threat echoing around in their minds she grabbed her coffee cup and returned to the corner, once again watching hte entire class.

James wandered past a classroom on his way to his office and he stopped when he felt something move inside of him. It was some kind of emotion. He smiled, playing on the little piece of heaven and knocked on the door, before opening it with the smile gone once again. He saw the class look at him enter with horror etched into their features. He'd stared them all down at one point or another. But that wasn't important. What was important was Flare. She was standing in the corner of the room with a coffee in hand. He allowed himself a half smile despite the stares and walked over to the opposite corner,
"Back to work class. I'm sure your teacher has set you work." he smiled even more at Flare when the class looked away. He took off his glasses and continued to smile at his beloved fiance. He shook his head as he looked her up and down, loving the way she just existed. He smiled again and even allowed himself a public wink.

Flare grinned at James "I though you had a class" she glanced up at the clock and then looked at James, "give me one sec" She walked to the front of her class, "I'll let you off early today, go relax before your next class," her eyes then locked on to the boys' at the back, "Except you two here" The two boys didn't disobay perticually with Mr. Johnson in the room, "book" was all flare 'said' the two boy's reluctantly opened them to show blank pages, "Report here for detention now leave" the boys nodded and ran out of the room. Flare turned to James with a smile, "Feel like taking one of my detentions?"

Feel like taking one of my detentions?

James waited until the class was gone before pulling Flare close to him,
"Anyone giving you a hard time?" he teased and kissed her gently. He slowly let his hands reached upwards from his side, letting them touch the back of Flare's neck, making her shiver a little. He grinned and kissed her again, "I only just got my emotions back a couple of minutes ago and I'm already falling over myself..."

Samantha Deeps could remember the first time she'd awoken in Palon Acadamy. Her parents and her two younger brothers had been burnt in a purge of flames and fury. People from her home-town, scared and confused has found out about her secret and christened her as a source of evil, burning down her house. Her immense speed was the only thing that saved her, and when she saw those corpses of small, fragile little boys she couldn't do anything but run. Run as fast as she could, across vast land, people who were metres from her path never knowing she had even passed. It had taken 4 hours before she had past out, energy ridden and exhausted. She awoke in a small medical block, where a man's voice, so emotionless, had told her why she was here and what she could do. Scared and lonely, she took his offer and ever since has been contempt at Palon Academy. Even if every flame, burning smell or cry of pain send chills down her spine and re-played the image of her brothers inflamed corpses.

Samantha awoke from her day-dream as Mr. Johnson entered the room, his voice the same as ever. She watched him with another student as they tried to defend Ms. Advar, and the boys reply was the same as everyone elses. Even herself, but she had grown used to his voice, and saw it as nothing but an under-going accent. Standing from her chair as the rest of the class did so.

Just another, power-filled day at Palon Acadamy.

(Hopes that cool for an introduction post.)

Jack Mailifi leaned back in his chair, fiddling with his thumbs as class continued. He founds history to be one of the most boring classes, so he tended to spend his time there practicing his concentration. He found it hard to control his size shifting power. And the stronger he became, the harder it was to shrink again. It was for this reason that he only grew by small margins in order to avoid a mistake where it would get him in trouble.

He looked up and and behind him briefly, replaying the previous event in his head. He loved watching other students shrivel up and choke on their words when a teacher yelled at him. He knew this was cruel, but having been intimidated, yelled at and bullied for the first eleven years of his life, he found a perverse pleasure in watching it happen to others, now finding himself seemingly immune to intimidation tactics.

James had said class would end at the end of the hour, then they would get to learn how to fight again. He stared at the ceiling, careful to shift his gaze back to the front of the room when the teacher looked his way and counted down the minutes.

"I only just got my emotions back a couple of minutes ago and I'm already falling over myself..."
Flare smiled running a hand down his face, "Well getting them all at once can't be easy" she smiled before kissing him again, "So your gonna be home tonight right?"

So your gonna be home tonight right?

James smiled and hugged her close,
"Yeah. I'll be home." he tilted her head up so that she looked at him, "You know I'll make it. I promised this morning."
He gave her another, quick, kiss,
"I'm gunna make you a nice dinner with red wine, candles... the works." he brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, "It'll be great."

"I'm gunna make you a nice dinner with red wine, candles... the works." "It'll be great."
"So, you'll make a mess and i'll have to clean it?" flare asked smiling cheekily, hugging him.

So, you'll make a mess and i'll have to clean it?

James huffed a little,
"And here I was thinking you knew me better than that?" he grinned and kissed her cheek, "I'll handle everything tonight. You just relax."

"I'll handle everything tonight. You just relax." Flare smiled, "Okay" she grinned grabbing his hands, "now about that detention, I need you to take it otherwise there not going to take my threats seriously, please?" she pouted cutely knowing it would break James.

now about that detention, I need you to take it otherwise there not going to take my threats seriously, please?

James looked at the cute pout long and hard. He shook his head,
"No." he said and looked away for a few seconds. He turned back to her with a smile, "You knew the answer before you asked. I'll do it."

((Assume the class is the one all you guys have to go in to k, it's a monday and your on break for fifteen minutes))

Flare jumped for joy "thanks James, Now I've got fifteen minutes before a class" she looked at him just smiling, her mind chasing back knowing it was the same face that would have smiled at her five years ago. A long bell rang letting the classes know that there break had started, and there was a knock at the door, Flare kissed James one last time, "I'll see you later tonight" She had her beginner Power control class, "Good luck with the boys"

Good luck with the boys

James nodded as she left. The boys walked into the room slowly. He threw the sun glasses at them, watching them fumble to catch them. He walked up to them and they both stared into his eyes, each of them shaking a little.
Shadows blacked out the windows to the room, blocking out all light and making the room pitch black. James' eyes however seemed to glow,
"You're going to start paying attention to the subject matter. Not admiring my fiance's curves." his voice was emotionless but it was enough to make one of the boys start crying. James looked at him, "Get out of this classroom. I'll see you in fifth lesson. Heres a tissue."
He left the room and the two boys, one of whom was crying loudly. James shook his head. He swore they wanted to have their spirits crushed.