Monday, September 4th 2006
Outside Emerson Cottage
Bryant listened, or at least tried to listen, as the other kids in the orientation tour-group introduced themselves. Right now it was the turn of some silver-eyed kid named Paul who with a thing for gadgets and talking a Shakespeare-by-way-of-the-Bayou accent. A few minutes before was a fellow shifter from Kentucky.
Bryant had managed to score a seat on the back of one of the cast-iron benches with his feet on the seat and was shifting his left hand from scales to fur and back to flesh.
"Thank you Paul," Scott Emerson (No relation to the Ralph Waldo Emerson), thanked the Gadgeteer, "You over there on the bench, you're up next.
Bryant started and gulped, he hated public speaking.
"I'm Bryant Allen MacIntyre." Bryant introduced himself as he hopped down from the bench, "No codename yet."
"There will be plenty of time for that," Thunderbird encouraged, "So why don't you start with your powers?"
"Well," Bryant sighed, scratching his head, "I'm a Shifter, I'm not a stretcher like Harley-"
"Harlan!" Sawyer corrected.
"Harlan" Bryant continued, "More like
well Mystique from Marvel Comics, except I'm not blue. I'm also a Power Mimic and I heal pretty well, but they aren't sure if that is related to the shifter bit or it's own power
"I'm from Dallas, well Mesquite actually," Bryant continued, "My dad used to be a cop, now he runs a cop-bar."
"As for mah powers manifestin'," Bryant inwardly cursed as his on accent began to bleed out, "Long-story short? A trio of bozo-bullies decided that I would make a fine final victim for a last day of school before summer. They chased me into Agnew Park, mah-my powers kinda erupted then and I changed into a Garou to scare them off."
"Sorry," Bryant sheepishly elaborated, "Have a cousin into the RPG's and he liked the Old World of Darkness stuff, Garou is a term from Werewolf: the Apocalypse, meaning, well
"Anyway," Bryant continued trying to get through this as fast as he could, "Ah managed to get home, by staying to the back streets, REALLY freaked my Mom when I got home, a eight foot tall mix a wolf and man will do that Ah guess, thought the backpack and shredded clothing in my hands made her think Ah'd been eaten."
"Well, Mom screamed bloody murder an' my Dad came charging up from the bar his old service revolver in hand
we live above the bar by the way, and had me lie down on the floor face first."
"Lucky for me, Dad used to work extensively with the ExSWAT and the Dallas Defenders before they broke up, so he was used to dealing with mutants and managed to get every calmed down."
"That's when I shifted back
naked as a jaybird," Bryant blushed through the chuckles and giggles of the others on the tour, but kept on for the wind up, "After a few other minor misadventures, Speedtrap, one of the ExCops who frequents my dad's bar, recommended me for Whateley."
"Not much else to tell." Bryant shrugged.
"Thanks Bryant," Scott grinned and turned to his next victim, ""How about you over there tinkering with that giant hockey puck?"
"Huh? Uhh you mean me?" The tall gawky victim startled, "Turbo, Turbo Addams, I'm going for something cool like 'Bob' for my codename though
[draft stage]After "Bob" was finished with his introduction, the tour group headed to the Schuster Hall behind several other groups and waited in line to view the Homer Gallery.[/draft stage]
Friday, September 7, 2006
Passing Poe Cottage from Hawthorn
Bryant was still chuckling to himself about their latest misadventure, while not up there with say
the Poesies defeating the Yama Dojo Ninjas, it had still been interesting.
Bryant and Turbo had been just finished registering for and checking out their workshop secure lockers (the where more a small room with iris doorways), Turbo was in the lead, unfortunately just being a devisor hadn't given him the "Back of the Hand" knowledge of the tunnels he laid claim to.
After wandering the tunnels for the better part of two hours, they finally stumbled into a basement swimming pool complete with underwater lighting and eldritch horror, the "horror" turned out, according to Allen and confirmed by Louis and Mrs. Cantrel to be a Psychic Arts Teacher, Mr. Geintz.
Turns out that he had been discretely leading them to Hawthorn Cottage which was the closest exit, Louis even mentioned looking up an upperclassman Jimmy Trauger .
"So," Allen asked his roommate, "Have you figured out a name to use for your powers testing yet? You can't put it off much longer"
"I know, I know
"Bryant answered with a sigh, the subject hand been bothering him for some time, "Not everyone can get a primo name like 'Stormwarden'"
"It's a legacy name," Allen "Stormwarden" Jonson shrugged.
"Howza-about I.D. Hacker or Id-Hack?" Turbo offered.
"Those names would put me to the top of the MCO watch-list with a bullet!" Bryant retorted.
"What do you expect from a devisor with the codename, 'Bob'" Allen chimed in, "I hear Harley finally settled on Reach-Whoa! Negligee Nightingale eleven-o'clock!"
Bryant looked up in the direction of the approaching redhead, she was drop-dead gorgeous the elf ears just making her just that much more exotic, and he could feel a tingling all through his body just looking at her.
Bryant could feel it, a glamour, similar to the one that one of Counterpoint's friends possessed, still knowing about it didn't make it any less effective. If Bryant was feeling tongue-tied with Attractive Woman Syndrome, Turbo must be having a stroke just about now.
Crap! She's projecting, Bryant winched as his guts felt like they had been tossed into a blender, he was about to cuss her out when he noticed that she was holding her own lower belly and looked seriously out of it.
"I wouldn't mind tapping that," Allen confided to Bryant as she passed them.
"Yeah..." Bryant shook his head to clear the lines he was now seeing everywhere, "Bad idea, you'd be lucky if she just turned you into a frog."
"You doubt my charm?"
"No!" Bryant interrupted, "I mean now is a REALLY bad time...I think she is in serious pain right now."
"You know I'm a power mimic on top of being a shape-shifter, right?" Bryant continued, rubbing his still twisting guts, "And that I don't have to beat the crap out of people like Counterpoint does...not sure what Thunderbird does...anyway, for some people, all I have to do is be near them and their powers just sync with mine."
"Oh yeah," Allen chuckled, "You where a six-Excedrin headache to deal with yesterday when you synced with Jobe of all people!"
"Don't remind me," Bryant looked back at his roomy with a look of annoyance, "Anyway, I just synced with Red, and she is in serious pain, and it feels like it's related to her powers."
"Burnout?" Allen asked with sudden concern.
"No," Bryant shook his head, "Feels more like her body is going into the finishing up or something, like she has an Exemplar bit that is still coming in
"Wait!" Allen goggled, "You mean Red is going to get even hotter looking!?"
"Feels like it."
A loud thump interrupted any further conversation, Turbo laid face first on the ground in a pool of blood...most of it (hopefully) manifested matter, the hoverbot he had following him merely circled his prone body.
The two roommates sighed and picked up their AWS-addled friend.
Saturday September 8,2006
Bryant entered his room thankfully, finding it empty, Allen probably was off with his training team, Echo Bravo 23.
Bryant let out a sigh and slumped against his door in relief, it had been a rough day.
The older student had insisted that he come with her, then the group she led him to made him try one outfit after outfit as well as some superhero union-suits, and it only got worse once he slipped up and mentioned he was a shape-shifter.
To add insult to injury they had taken pictures! Lots and lots of them.
It was hours before they let him go, and he never did get his underwear and socks back, he had to resort to panties and black pantyhose that had been part of the last outfit.
Making sure the door was locked he rummaged through his chest of drawers looking for replacements for his swiped undergarments.
Finding something suitable, Bryant hurriedly kicked off his shoes unbuttoned his pants, he had just untucked his shirt, when his supposedly locked door swung open. Standing in the doorway was Turbo and his roommate Allen.
"Are we interrupting something," Allen cautiously asked, for Turbo's part he just froze with a shit-eating grin as blood dribbled from his nose down his face.
Bryant released a half groan,half sigh, "I got rushed...by Venus Inc."
3rd period Basic Martial Arts Class
[Part where Shadowtiger (Tiger Avatar black fur with gold stripes) will be loosing a fight and taking a lot of damage he slips int Rager-mode (Grows from 6 to 10 feet tall) for the first time and backhands the PK brick he was fighting across the Dojo and into a wall knocking him unconscious and leaving a sizable dent and a skid-mark on the ground, then leaps at some of the students sitting in seiza Bryant is behind and tries to distract Shadowtiger]
Bryant half-watched the current match while trying to find errant bits of himself to re-absorb from his own match. Blob-form helped him survive the Kassie's Shockwave-Burst, but more of him landed outside the ring then inside, so he lost and it was messy!
Thing weren't looking good for Shadowtiger either, the Tiger-Avatar vs a PK-Brick like "Brick" was almost a mismatch, Brick might be flightless, but he was fast, and he was pummeling Shadow even in his beast-form. Each hit seemed to send him a half step closer to a ring-out, Shadow was starting to growl from the effort.
Apparently Shadowtiger had-had enough, his growl was becoming more feral, Bryant barely saw the hit that sent Brick skipping along the ground like a stone across a lake and slam into one of the dojo's reinforced walls.
Bryant ignored the victory growls and turned back to finding pieces of himself, being a shifter with Regen means that lost bits can survive and even grow if big enough. He had just absorbed what apparently was brain-matter (He suddenly remembered his 11th Birthday more clearly) when the growls became snarls and echoed by screams.
Bryant Whipped his head around, Shadowtiger was more then twice his normal size and looked like an escapee from Werewolf: The Apocalypse's Bastet. What was worse was that Jared was definitely not at home, the eyes where feral and still looking to tear something apart, and he was fixated on the other students in the class, and most of whom where not powerhouses.
Sensei Ito was trying to intercede but the Tiger-spirit was wasn't having any of it and casually backhanded the Sensei with a python like arm and continued toward the students. Bryant watched Ito turned the "throw" into a roll and managed to stand back up unharmed, unfortunately Ito was no longer in a good position.
Maybe beauty can tame the beast, Bryant considered as he shifted from his usual male form into a frequently used female form that he had named "Rook" and then into a female tiger-girl version Then tried to copy the scent markers he was getting from Shadow and mixing it with that of the closest girls, minus the fear stench that was assailing her feline nasal passages.
...Something was wrong, while Slip had managed to distract Shadowtiger from the other students his rager state, he was showing way too much interest for comfort to Rooks new form.
"Ummm, good kitty?" Slip fumbled and backed away from the slowly turning Tiger-Avatar now sporting an ICBM ready to launch, Rook's confidence suddenly decided to run from her like people from Jericho's wardrobe.
Shadowtiger however was faster and covered the distance between them in one impressive leap, his left claws shredding through Rook's Gi, Pants, belt, and even underwear like five knives through hot butter.
Her fur was all that saved her from similar shredding of her belly, it was however, enough to cause her to fall on her back in the tangled remnants of her gi-pants.
Shadowtiger Let out an odd sounding roar and was on her in a flash! His tiger mussel inches from her own, both of her arms pinned to the ground by fur covered pythons that dwarfed her legs!
"I am so screwed..." Rook quavered, she spared a glance at the closing space between them, "I DIDN'T MEAN THAT LITERALLY!"
The Lord was looking out for Rook because Shadowtiger's eyes rolled back into his head and collapsed onto her before the deed could be done.
The savior of her virtue, Sensei Ito, was standing over them both with with his usual inscrutable look in his eyes.
Rook would have said something but she was busy trying to shift back into a more human form herself, only to belatedly realize that she had a naked unconscious boy on top of her equally naked body.
The Lord definitely has a wicked since of humor, Rook gulped and formed a leotard to cover herself while frantically hoping the rest of the class didn't see.