Timeline - November 3rd
Bob entered the room and climbed on the chair. Then, facing the students, he pointed at them with one wing. "Okay fuckers, let's do some fucking ethics!"
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Despite it not being a popular opinion among the student body, Farouk's ethics class always proved to be Jason's favourite each week. It was like a cage match where one side wasn't completely aware of the fact that it was a prey animal.
Kevin picked awkwardly at the gloves that had been part of the big doctor and his mother's 'solution' to his problem, a space-suit for him to possess ... it was only slightly better then his 'energy form' ... and now they were telling him he should go and mix with the students here to test it.
Ginny looked up briefly from his ipad. Yeah.... whatever. He continued writing. He hated this class.
Adam fiddled with the pen in his hand, sitting slumped back. Today's ensemble was a pair of baggy black flared trousers, a red and black striped top, his full-face gas mask and the red and black dreads, red leather gloves finishing it. He looked over to the space-suited Kevin he was sitting next to and gave him a smile.
One ... last time he checked, he was fifteen? The youngest people here were seventeen? He wasn't so sure classes were the best idea ... then two, the fact that they'd made it pretty obvious (apart from that Adam guy) that they didn't want to help him ... what the fuck was 'ethics' anyway? It was something his mother went on about all the time back home, and this helmet was stupid, he looked like an astronaut.
Wade whistled a happy tune as he walked into the class and grabbed a seat to-"Sweet Jesus, it's Johan Krauss!" Wade yelled pointingat the walking suit.
"And as you can see, massive lay-offs in big companies can therefore be inherently ethical, serving for the greater good." Amahl closed his book on "Ethics and economics" and looked around the class. "Any questions?"
Emma sauntered into the class and took an empty seat towards the back.
Eddie laughed. "Thank God for you, Wade.", he smirked, looking up at the board. This was more painful than any turture, surely.
Tigra hurried along the corridor, she'd lost her watch somewhere in the woods and she was almost positive she was late. Crapcrapcrap. Stupid! Shouldn't go hunting with jewelry on! She took to running on all fours and using her claws for traction, barreling down the corridor, she slid to a stop at the door and dug her claws into the frame to stop.
She stood up, dusted herself off and looked around, "Sorry I'm-... did I come to the wrong class?" Was there an astronaut sitting next to Adam?!
"Toolate-toolate-toolate-toolate!" A big silver wheel rolled through the hallways at high speed, driving up one of the walls as the corner turned out to be a bit too tight. Just as the shiny wheel approached the classroom door, an orange feline blocked the entrance. "Ohmywatchout!"
"...absolutely beautiful Wade." Jason had to mutter his approval, scribbling at his notes. "No, this is where the party is...you can tell by the disco wheel."
Kevin scowled at the guy, Wade? And went back to fiddling with the gloves, he had no fucking clue what the fat bastard was talking about ... and now the cat from the other day?
Tigra yeowled and dived out of the way, up ontop of a cabinate to avoid the shiny wheel of death.
Adam poked Kevin's suit carefully. "Pretty cool, Buzz." He smiled, voice slightly muffled by the mask, before his eyes flicked to the entrance. Should he move her- naaaaah.
He glared at the late-comers. "Shush, take your seats. We will have words later on."
"Hold on...am I late for class again?" Wade asked as he shook his Romex watch. "Sorry Jupiter, carry on. I'll just slink down in my seat as if I care about being embarassed." He added towards the front of the class.
"Are you freakin' kidding?", Eddie sighed at the mass of late-comers. If he'd known this ammount of people were coming late, he wouldn't have showed up ten minuets early! And where the hell was that Angelo?
"Are you even in this class?" Jason couldn't recall Wade in Ethics class but he wasn't even sure the man had a schedule. His attention was waning though, instead observing the containment suit nearby.
Kevn shrugged, and poked the notepad in front of him.
As Emma surveyed the ensuing chaos in the room and rolled her eyes with an accompanying scoff.
Cessily shaped an arm and held on to the frame of the door to stop, falling over to end up as a tangled heap on the floor. "I'm sorry," she said, quietly pulling herself together into a roughly girl-like form, sneaking over to her table.
Ginny smirked at Eddie. "I told you most people come late to this class. It's boring." He waved at Cessily.
"Also, could you please leave Kevin alone? I assume he does not appreciate poking."
Adam was already jumpy, a natural state for him anyway, but his proximity to the guy who'd possessed him just added to it, no matter the fact they'd been talking pretty much every day since he'd arrived. His hands blurred as he wrote a note on the pad and slid it over with a smirk. 'Girls are stupid, right?'
Tigra clung to the cabinate for a moment longer as Cess took her seat, then let go and dropped onto the floor, going to sit beside her. "You missed my spe- WHAT?!" She nearly fell off her chair.
Eddie sighed. "Touche, 'Johnster'.", he waved at Cess also.
"I'll poke him if I want, professor." Adam smirked.
Kevin's burning yellow eyes were only just visable through the viser of his helmet, but it was pretty incredible that he could still manage to shoot the class in general a filthy look.
Eddie glanced over at Adam and his new best friend. "...and I'm gay?", he muttered with a grin.
Cessily made sure her clothing was in the correct order, shirt and pants sitting where they belonged, then put her bag in front of her and pulled out her stuff.
"That's Kevin?!" Tigra stared at the space suit. She didn't like it. She edged her chair closer to Cess, her tail lashing wildly behind her.
"You are? Man, I know this other guy that would love to be you friend, James something or other, met him the other day, nice fellow, you'll get a jolt out of meeting him." Wade told Eddie.
"I thought we had added a course in naval history and were doing a unit on diving."
Cessily returned Ginny's wave, then looked back and forth between Tigra and the space-man. "Really?"
"That's not Kevin, that's Neill Armstrong!" Wade told Tigger.
Kevin frowned at the note, then tried to pick up a pen to write back ... unfortunatly the gloves were a bit bulky and his scribble was illegible.
"I'm not a whore, Wade.", Eddie winked at him. 'Yeah, right.'
"Oh Jason a course in diving would be great... though probably deadly for you since so many people would want to keep you underwater." Emma said with a smirk.
Ginny snorted at Eddie.
Adam maskpalmed at the rest of the class, trying to decipher the note and failing. He'd have to work on that, or maybe...he eyed up the gloves on Kevin's hands, then his own. He could totally put up with it for a lesson until he could get another pair...right?
"Ach, shut up," he muttered ... this stupid suit wasn't as good as a real skin ... he started to think about what it'd be like to possess some of the other students, the cat would be first to go ... but then what would he do about the metal girl?"
"Gay and apparently not a whore, always miss the market." Jason muttered, amused as he attempted to go back to notes. "Emma, Emma, they'd be drowning an illusion. I know which classes to skip."
Eddie nudged Ginny with his foot. "Don't...", he laughed, looking up at Kevin. No way in hell did he trust that one...
He scribbled 'Take off your gloves and swap with mine? Might be easier to write.' on the pad and slid it over.
"And that's why he's not really here." Wade told Emma, then throwing a rolled up paper at jason's head.
Farouk kept on doing some scribbles and diagramms on the board. "...so, as you can see, whaling IS a good thing to do..."
"Don't what?" Ginny asked innocently.
Adam paused and stared at Farouk. "Wait what?"
"Cain't," Kevin held up a hand to show that the gloves were attached to the sleeves ... they were probably worried about him trying to escape from it ...
Jason flicked the paper back at Wade. "You may never know. I am Schrodinger's Man."
"Sniper.", Eddie commented in a whisper, giving Wade a thumbs up. "Simple, Adam; whaling is fine unless we overdo it...I think..."
Adam's face fell behind the mask. "Oh...well that sucks. Maybe we can work on it later?"
Adam stared at Eddie. "Can I practice on you with a harpoon then?"
Tigra's eyes were fixed on Kevin for any wrong moves.
"If you have 'Dr. Manhattan' here to protect you...", Eddie smirked at Adam.
"I got a really easy way to find out if Jason's an illusion, chop off his hand and hide it. If his hand isn't back on his wrist by next week, then we know he's the real deal." Wade said with a very smart nod.
"Whaling has been overdone for the last few centuries - we should stop," Ginny said and went back to writing.
"...Also, you can't forget the amount of fetuses that is being aborted every year, this number pales in comparison..."
"Awwww, and here I thought you liked the idea of me harpooning you..." Adam's grin couldn't be seen behind the mask. Yeah...yeah, this was okay. "Hey, Kevin, you're getting that spacy look again. Pun intended."
"What's to stop me from deciding the hook is a fashionable look?"
"Yeah, but...", Eddie started. "...but with all those 'fetusses' we could be doing stem-cell research. Not meaning to sound heartless but 'waste not want not'."
Kevin projected without thinking, his mind only vaguly paying attention to class.
"Oh I definitely want to test that theory... shall we try Wade? And Jason, just think of the pirate jokes." Emma said smiling over to Jason.
Adam stared at Farouk, then looked uneasily at Kevin. "...Kevin...?"
*flussssshhhh* Okay, what did I miss? *ziiip* Anything good? "Yes! Wait, what are we talking about?"
"Hey, watch it with the lip, jackass.", Eddie hissed a little, kicking Kevin's chair. "I heard that."
Farouk frowned for a moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a toilet had went off right now. What the hell...?
Tigra heard the thought about her and the one about Cess and tried to work out where it was coming from. Didn't take long. She hissed at Kevin.
"You ah...you're doing the...the thing again..."
Ginny looked up. "Well, if Cessily should have been aborted, so should we all, don't you think?"
Cessily barely followed the class - not that she usually did when Farouk was teaching - instead keeping a wary eye on Kevin in his weird suit.
"I was going to go scratching at the cars of unsuspecting teenagers attempting sex in the backseat." Woah, wait now, what had that been? "Oh now it's a proper class debate."
"Huh?" Kevin looked around, "What're ye all talkin' about?" He hunched his shoulders defensivly, "Didn't say nothin' ..."
Cessily quickly looked around and stared at Ginny. "Excuse me? What's this about me?"
"Thoughts like that should be kept to yourself." She growled.
Cessily looked in the other direction. "What? Did someone stick a mean sign on my back?"
"Rawr! Double negatives make Wade angry!" Wade raored when he heard Kevin double negative.
"I most certainly have never thought that of you, or anyone, Cess!" He pointed at the kid in the suit. "He said it, and I was just saying he is completely wrong."
Adam closed his eyes and put his head in his hands. Kevin had done this a few times when he'd been talking with him. "Don't worry, don't worry, he'd just...still a little...sore about the other day. He's cool, I've been hanging with him and I'm hardly dead, right? Everyone has bad thoughts. His are just...loud."
Eddie shook his head. Damned spaceghost. He snickered at Wade a little. Sharing a room with this guy was awesome.
"Sounds like someone is having trouble with his telepathy." Emma said nonchalantly taking notes.
"Bad thoughts?! He blew people up!"
Cess turned to look at Ginny, blinking a few times, before fixing her gaze at the apparition inside the suit. "Really," she asked, looking dumbfounded. "But that's such a mean thing to say."
He put a hand on the suit's shoulder and leant in close. "Watch how loud you think, Kevin." He hissed quietly, before turning to Tigra. "And?"
He turned around and pelted Cessily with a piece of chalk. "Would all of you follow my class now? Don't make me just project the image of me teaching you into your heads and go and get something to drink for myself. You know I WILL do this."
Kevin shot the class another filthy look, socialising his burning, blue ass, no one here wanted to help him ... or even give him a chance ...
"But that ruins the fun, let our dear new friend express himself." Jason had to laugh at the chalk projectile as well.
Cessily gave a protesting squeak. "What!? They're talking about aborting me and I get pelted for it? That's not fair!"
"And now he's sitting in class like nothing happened! Bull. Shit."
Wade lifted his hand and called to Farouk, "Oh! Oh! can you project me paying attention and I'll go get some snacks as well?"
His hands under the desk clenched, and a faint vibration went through the room.
"Did you feel that? Quick, duck and cover, the A-Bomb's fallin'!" Wade said with fear.
Fuck, peace-keeper he wsa not, but at the look Kevin was giving everyone...no, he was not letting the kid end up like him. "Look, the guy's not having it easy, same as the rest of us when we manifested. It wasn't nice, I know, but can we leave it and move o-on Kevin..."
Eddie sighed. Great. "Let's just....all try and....not....uhm, you know, 'kill'. Adam's right."
He frowned again and stared at the class. "No one is aborting anybody in here without my permission." Then he looked at Kevin. "Are we causing trouble in my class? Do we need to be punished? Do we have to force Mister Farouk's hand?"
His burning eyes were sullen, "What?"
"I was merely pointing out that his reasoning is faulty." He gave Cess a smile. "I, as you well know, will never think you should have been aborted. Just some other people," he shot Kevin a look, "should learn to keep their thoughts to themselves."
"The rest of us didn't blow up a student over breakfast!" Tigra retorted.
"No...doing the room-shakey thing again."
"I brought my wire hanger for nothing. Sorry, Emma, you'll have to wait until after class." Jason straightened his books, not sure what at all to think of the shaking.
"No, some of us just did it to-" Adam suddenly clammed up, staring at his desk.
"... Mmm," this was exactly like being back home on Muir Island, with all the sick mutants ... no one liked him 'cos he didn't have powers ... he should go back there, show them.
Aha! So this is the asshole who blew someone up. He bit back a laugh at Jason's little speech.
"Hee, I know, Ginny," Cessily replied, showing the boy a smile. "I'm just wondering why he thinks he has to mean to me." She shot Kevin a glare. "I never did anything to him."
"Please, Kevin, just...calm down, you have to give them a chance too...remember? I told you?"
"Stop this shaking immediately, Kevin, or I will have McCoy give you a suppository."
Pain, there shouldn't be pain ... not like this ... it'd hurt.
Tigra's claws cut into the chair as she clenched her fists around them. "You tried to blow Cess up and you're sore about her protecting herself?!"
He smiled at the teacher, "Sure ... professor ..."
"He didn't!" Adam retorted. "Or I'd be dead too, if that was what he was trying to do, remember?!"
"He didn't get a chance to - we kicked him out, remember?!" Tigra shot back.
No one knew what it was like ... to not have skin, so vunreble, but hiding inside people helped, it made him feel better, it meant they'd help him even if they didn't want to.
"Besides, I didn't even do anything," Cessily said, crossing her arms. "He just jumped me and tried to blow me up. You don't do that to people. It's not nice." She huffed and turned away. "And I even defended him in front of the others."
Eddie couldn't help but mentally smile at the situation. Sitting here was a guy who'd (accidentally or not) murdured a student who was his 'brother' or something? And now Adam, who was there for it, was currently deffeniding him? "Wow...this is hilarious in a 'Saw I' way....", he sighed.
"Excellent. He turned around to the blackboard again. "Now, if we could return to ethics and morals in tv sitcoms for a moment..."
Adam pulled off his gas mask, rubbing his forehead wearily. "He didn't want to. It was an accident. Leave him alone, please, he's not a bad guy!"
Next to him on the desk, Adam's pen started to slowly bend into a circle.
"If I'd done what he had I'd expect to be locked up!"
"He's not the only one who's been...caught unaware by his power..." His voice was shaking. "Oh, what, so you'd lock me up too, Tigger?" Oh fuck, that had come out before he could catch it. Adam went white.
"Tigra? We put the 'angry' in a box and label it 'innapropriate for class'.", Eddie said to her. "Take it outside, perhaps...."
He was locked up though ... in this suit.
Wow, all this tension, you can cut it with a spoon! Like cheese! Or nachos! "Mmm, nachos." Wade sat further back in his chair.
Eddie looked back at Adam. "Don't pretend you don't understand."
"If you've done what he has. Yes." Tigra growled, narrowing her eyes.
Cessily put her folded arms on the desk in front of her, then rested her chin on top of them. She let out a long sigh and tried to focus on Farouk for a change.
"...the plot thickens." Jason couldn't even pretend to be taking notes now as he turned to Adam, eyebrow cocked.
Ginny left off the torrid romance and listened interestedly - ok, now he was getting some information!
Adam, if possible, paled further as the entire class stared at him. "I-I..." Oh god, oh god, what did he say? Wh-what...he swallowed hard, guilt all over his face and scent.
Why were they all picking on him anyway, they were meant to be having a class right? Kevin zoned out again as he stared at the board, no one was paying attention ... then again, what was on the board was boring ...
"...so, as you can see, when Ross and Rachel broke up, they were, in fact, commiting adultery! Let's move over to Joey and the implications of Italian stereotyping next..."
The chalk lines on the board started to move, to shift like snakes, "Heh ... cool ..."
Tigra's tail curled around her chair as she continued to challenge Adam with her look. Couldn't argue that she didn't stick to her guns.
"Whoa whoa whoa, let's pull this coach over to catch our breaths and kidnap some damsels. Now, did Krauss here kill someone on purpose? No. Did he murder on accident, maybe, but in the long run, we gotta ask ourselves, what would Bob the penguin do? Hmm?" Wade asked.
Jason blinked...hey...he wasn't doing that, right?
Murderer. Oh god, they'd find out, they'd lock him up, he wasn't dangerous! "I-it was a-an accident...j-just an accident, nothing...nothing important..." He looked away, feeling sick.
"Accident or not, he still killed people. And accident or not, people go to prison for that. The argument is the same." She told Wade, calmly.
Cessily blinked when she thought the lines on the board were starting to move, even rubbing her eyes. Then she remember that she didn't even have real eyes, and that she couldn't even get blurry vision. Alright, this was a bit weird now.
I am master of the chalk lines. Okay ... what would be fun? The lines shifted, making many spirals on the board.
"Well not really, if it's an accident then you can't actually blame the guy, seeing that it's an accident, because accidents happen, no use crying over spilled Sam." Wade said.
"I don't want to go to prison." Adam said in a very small, childlike voice, staring at his desk, sounding for all the world like he was maybe ten years old.
"Um, the chalk is behaving oddly," he told Farouk.
Eddie shook his head. "...no, really, does anyone else see that?"
"MILK! I meant milk!" Wade shiftied.
Jason looked around, trying to determine if anyone else was seeing the board. Ah, good, Ginny. "I would like to plead not guilty on the chalk, for the record."
"We're mutants, Wade. Our powers are 'dangerous'. If we can't control them we should be locked up for everyone else's protection."
Farouk blinked at the squiggly chalk lines. Then he turned around. "I thought I had made myself very clear about using powers in my class? Cut that out, or, by Allah's polka dots, I WILL find the one responsible, and I WILL give them erotic dreams including their grandmother!"
Cessily looked up and turned her head. "So it's not just me," she asked.
"So each time the feral gets a bit too hungry we're going to send you to federal?"
"You mean for once you aren't being a pain to everyone Jason?" Emma said leaning back in her seat.
Eddie glanced at Wade, then at Tigra. "Look who's talkin'.", he commented, looking back at the chalk board. "No, really; what with the chalk?"
The spirals all collapsed in on each other, and formed a giant eye that blinked at the class, Kevin's smile grew a little wider.
"I don't kill people." Tigra ground out.
"We all know I can't do it," he said. "Ok, that's creepy."
There was a light sob from Adam's corner as he looked up - and promptly sat under his desk, pulling the mask back over his face, babbling in Irish.
"Yet." Jason blinked at the board. "While I would totally make the Eye of Sauron still, not me."
Eddie shrugged at Tigra. "Anima-...Adam, what the hell?"
Cessily gave Tigra a small smile and reached over to her board so squeeze the girl's hand.
"Oh pishtosh, the idea of powers are to use them, looks at hte boad, now look at me, now look at the chalk, now at me, look at hte board, me, the board, me, board, me, chalk, me, now look at the window. Do you follow me? It's really reasonable." Wade told...someone.
Eddie looked back at the board. "...chalk board! 'What the hell' also?"
"I didn't mean to do it!" He suddenly broke into English, arms around his knees, staring up at the eye from under his desk. "I-I'm sorry, please stop watching me!"
"Now look at Adam!"
Tigra hissed at Jason and Eddie for their insinuations.
The piece of chalk in Farouk's hand started to splutter like a firework, and a stream of chalk dust errupted from the end, spraying all over the board.
"I think he's flipped his gourd and is preparing for the air raid." Jason couldn't stop looking at Adam.
If they kept baiting her like this they were going to see what the feral was like.
Cessily held up a hand. "Uhm, Professor Farouk," she spoke up. "I think we maybe should take a break, no? Half the class seems to... I don't know, lose it a little at the moment?"
Ginny tucked his ipad under his shirt. "They're all, mad, Jason. Except you and Cess. and Eddie."
"Anyone want some tea?" Wade asked the general public.
"I supppose you're right." Jason agreed with Ginny. "Tea would be lovely."
Adam was sobbing, head in his knees, still feeling the eyes on him, rocking slightly, blood-tears staining his cheek. "It wasn't my fault, it wasn't my fault, I didn't know, I didn't mean to do it..."
He looked on the chalk in his hand, basically geyseering, and just dropped it. Then he gave Kevin a very. Serious. Look. "I have agreed to treat you like a normal student, boy. Despite my better knowledge I agreed to let you enter this class. Do NOT make me regret this, because I NEVER regret alone..."
The chalk dust grouped together to form more lines, and the eye lost shape, and within moments a life sized stick figure was tapping on the board like it was a window.
Then he nodded at Cessily. "And yes, I think a break would be in order. Someone open a window, please."
Kevin managed to pry his eyes away from the board at the mention of his name, "... Huh?"
"Tea, here, please!"
"Tea would be excellent Wade." Emma said giving him a smile.
Tigra's head turned towards Adam, smelling the blood. Not good.
"...okay, the Weeping Madonna is getting a bit much Adam, let's calm down." Oh, stickman in peril! Jason's attention was pulled again. "I think despite your proclivities towards blowing people up, I might come to enjoy your company, Kevin is it?"
Monet walked in the door at the mention of tea. "Why don't we get tea in other classes?"
"I get it," Cessily said and rose to her feet, stepping over to the window to pull two of them open, a gust of fresh air blowing into the room. "That's better."
"Marvelous, who's the tea lady in here?" He asked, looking at all the ladies.
Adam pulled the mask off, dropping it, hugging his thin frame under the desk, whining slightly - though the disappearence of the eye made his sobbing die down.
"Oh, hey Monet," Cessily said, looking over her should with a smile. "I'd say because other classes aren't nearly as crazy as this one."
"... Aye, Kevin ..." he said distractedly, eyes drawn back to the board.
Emma looked over to Monet and gave her a rather fake smile. "Monet how lovely to see you."
"Mmm. What's going on then?" She didn't even apologize for being late, giving Emma a sneer, "Quite."
"And if you think I'm getting tea Wade you are more messed up in the noggin than I thought you were." She said with a glare.
He gaze shifted from Adam to Kevin and back again, her ear twitching as she tried to work out who posed the biggest threat.
Monet walked past Tigra, stroking a hand over her head and making a shushing noise, "Kitty looks angry."
For one, Eddie decided, he was not going to play 'hero'. "Professor? Might I suggest we g'ahead and send the obviously debilitated away? Case in point; everyone who isn't Adam, Kevin and Tigra?"
"No worries, I'll be getting some," Cessily volunteered. "Anyone want something specific? Or would like to come along? Otherwise, I'll just make a nice big pot and bring a couple of cups."
"I wanted Goldfinger's assistant, Miss Pussy Galore to do it, but it seems he left her somewhere else when he came to teach us class. That or ate her. No offence Jupiter!"
"I'm sure somewhere in your closet you have a French Maid's costume. Put it on and get tea." Jason suggested to Wade, not taking his eyes off of the spectacle.
Kevin put his head to one side, like he was listening to some inner voice, and held out a gloved hand to the board ... and the stick-man's hand actually came out from the board, reaching for him. Kevin smiled in delight.
Once it was clear that they weren't going to pry, and he wasn't going to go to prison, the crying abated slightly. Adam stayed under the desk, sniffling, watching the classroom at knee-height with wide, burning-red eyes. "C-can I-I have t-tea...and no locking me up please, it wasn't my fault!"
Tigra's ears went forwards at the feel of the hand on her, she jolted a little and looked to see who it was. She blinked, sniffing at Monet.
"It was his fault! Off with his head!" Wade called.
Monet scritched at her ears absently and tilted her head to look at Adam, "What was his fault? Being horrificly emo?"
The was replied with a hiccuping sob.
"I can come help, Cess!" He sure as hell didn't want to be near Monet.
Good thing Wade didn't point to anyone specific, or it would have been really awkward.
"Uhm, sure," Cessily said, glancing down at Adam with an uneasy smile on her lips. "I'll make enough for everyone." Okay, this was getting weirder by the minute.
Tigra turned her head into the hand a purred, already feeling much better.
"Thanks, Ginny," Cessily beamed at him.
The stick-man nodded and climbed out of the board, a living chalk line.
Amahl sat on his desk and looked around the room. Sometimes he really wished he could simply put all of them into pods with tubes in every orrifice and just make them imagine they were actually having a daily life. He sighed. One can always dream...
Jason looked up at Monet. "You've come just in time. We've got..." Oh we've got a walking stick figure.
"And to think, I wanted to come back to this?" Emma said rolling her eyes.
Eddie froze at the sight of the chalk-man. "...what. the. Fuck?"
Adam stared at the stick-man, sniffing a little before smiling in delight. "Kevin...that's amazing! Can he dance?"
"We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind?"
The stick-man seemed to look around the room, then one stick-arm reached down to it's hip like a normal person would put thier hands in thier pocket.
Monet watched the new child and arched an eyebrow. He looked like he was up to something. She looked at everyone in the class and finally looked over at Jason, turning when his attention was pulled behind her to the chalk board. "Oh my."
"...wait, wha-?", Eddie looked at Kevin. "Jesus Christ....should I be entertained or worried?"
She moved from Tigra over to Ginny's abandoned seat by Jason, "Hello, cher." She kissed him on the cheek, but kept her eyes on the chalk stick figure.
And then, from whatever mystical, chalk pocket he had, he pulled a long, metal butcher's knife, and Kevin's grin grew wider, "... Cool."
Say it.....you know you want to....do it.... "...gr....arg.....'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance Well they're no friends of mine! Damn it!"
Tigra's purr cut off and she mewed plaintively at Monet. Why had she stopped?
"...Cool." Adam's voice echoed Kevin's as he watched, grinning. That was...pretty awesome!
"I can't speak for you guys," Cessily commented, stepping back over to her table, away from the stick figure. "But I'm leaning towards worried here."
Kevin watched the stick man for a few moments. his head cocked to one side, "... Adam says 'Can you dance'?"
"Oh." Now the knife was much more disconcerting. "I think I can safely speak for us all when I say a nice walk out of this classroom sounds refreshing, healthy, and non chalkily lethal."
Her eyes caught the movement of the stickfigure and she climbed up on the desk to sniff at it.
"Me too. It could have taken anything out - but it takes out a weapon. Brilliant." He fished his lighter out of his pocket, as he followed Cessily, thoughts of tea fading - he was more interested in whether or not the creation could harm anyone.
He crawled up to perch on his chair, balancing on the balls of his feet.
The stick man started to tap dance, and at the same time swung the knife around, aiming for Tigra's throat.
At the same moment, all the doors and windows to the room slammed shut.
He looked at the stick figure and the knife. Then he looked on the selection of books on his desk. He decided for "The origin of species", grabbed it, and slammed it on the stick figure.
Right, pack the bags slo-"Stickman is definitely not in peril!" Jason, skilled in the art of running away, had slid to the door just in time for it to slam shut
"No murdering students while I hold class!"
Tigra hissed, ducking out of the way and swiping back at the stick figure with her claws.
Adam clapped, grinning - and then stopped at the slams, staring around. "K-Kevin? Kevin, you're scaring me...stop it, please?"
He flicked his lighter and got a good ball of fire going. "Call it off or I'll flash-fry it."
Monet jumped as all of the doors and windows shut, but glared at the stick man. "That's my cat you're trying to kill."
Eddie glanced around. 'Idiot! You're looking at the wrong thing!', his gaze averted to Kevin, "Cut the shit, freakshow!"
Cessily jumped in surprise and instinctively ducked, small spikes appearing on the back of her neck. "Oh my, that's creepy!"
The stick-man shuddered but swept for Tigra again, still dancing, and Kevin frowned, "Don't do that, ye'll hurt him ..."
Monet sighed, "Stop making him try to hurt her then?"
She stepped forward and waved her arm at the stick figure. "Shoo! Leave her alone! Bad chalk!"
Tigra jumped off the desk and swiped for the stick figure again, her ears back.
Adam backflipped off his chair, crouching behind the suited Kevin. "Kevin, please, please stop, please? I-I thought we were friends!"
"I'm not doing it, he just disnae like her ..."
"Can we possibly...erase stickman?"
"She hadn't done anything to him besides watch him." She stood and moved to Tigra, petting her again as she got between her and the stick figure, ill-impressed.
Not that he wouldn't mind if a furball got it, but then again, Tigra hadn't bothered him - but after Tigra, who else would it move on to? He shot the ball of fire toward the chalk-thing.
Eddie stood. "Listen, cut it out, Kevin or I'm glueing your unrully ass to the celing..."
Tigra kept her eyes on the stick figure then completely freaked out at the fire. She yeowled and shot under a desk.
Monet sighed, "It was just Ginny, kitten."
Adam reached out, but no blood to grab onto. He took Kevin's shoulders. "Stop it, please, Kevin, this isn't funny any more!" Oh god, ignore the fire ignorethefire he didn't need that on top of how close he'd come to blurting it out-
And from the side, Wade stepped into the limelight, chalk dusters in each pocket, jacket hanging over his shoulders and a toothpick sticking out of his mouth, "This here varmint's chalked up his last town, I'm gonna dust him."
"Wade, you are perfect."
Kevin's face fell as the fire ball shot past him and turned to Ginny, "Why'd ye do that for?" he whined, and then all of a sudden the local gravity changed ... just for Ginny and the man was pulled against the back wall.
Tigra crouched under the table, her terrified green eyes fixed on the chalk figure and the fire.
Monet's eyes went a little wide as Ginny was pulled into the air and she turned to Kevin with a frown, "I don't like him much either, but that's not very nice, darling."
"Wade you are my hero." Emma said in a very false damsel in distress voice.
Wade pulled his dusters and twirled them, and smacked them together. Followed by a sneeze. "Hey, whitey! This way! here boy! Here!"
"Oh good. Maybe he'll propose to you this time then."
Eddie watched Ginny fly backwards. "...alright then.", he said, turning to Kevin and raising his hand. "Suck on this.", he released a blast of webbing at the spacesuit-clad being.
Adam turned, then turned back to Kevin, struggling to stop the red vision from taking him completely. "Kevin...these are all my friends, please - please don't hurt them-"
"HEY! Misuse of powers against your fellow student!" He stood up horizontally. Weird...
He put his head on his hand and just watched the scene unfold in front of him. Maybe he should move onto a farm and live the rest of his days in peace.
The webbing changed in mid-air, and Kevin was hit with nothing more deadly then party confetti, "... Heh ..."
Jason watched Ginny. "...that is absolutely bizarre...still not kosher, Kevin."
Cessily crouched down and petted a frightened looking Tigra, while she stared wide-eyed at the floating Ginny.
"...", Eddie decided the elipsis of his 'unspeech' pretty much summed up his thoughts on whatever the hell had just happened.
He couldn't get down on the floor. "Jasooon! Help me!"
Monet stepped over to where Adam and Kevin were, looking at Adam, "Feeling a bit better now?" She turned to Kevin, "Put St John down, sil vous plait."
Greer pushed her way back in control and clung to Cessily. Cessily was safe. Kevin couldn't get her.
Adam spat out confetti, somehow impressed with the level of control he had over his abilities considering where his mind wasn't right now. "No, no, I feel terrible, all hot like I'm about to explode or make someone else do it but please forget I said that, it was an accident, Kevin please!"
Farouk cleared his throat. "Kevin, I want you to stop for a moment and think about something. You are, currently, in a containment suit we put you in after you basically attacked us. Do you really think we didn't install something to shut off your powers when the need arises? You remember what it felt like hitting Cessily? Want to feel like that again?"
Kevin cocked his head to one side ... this was kinda fun really, he held out a hand, and Eddie was lifted up into the air and his skin started to take on a waxy look, and then it started to seemingly melt.
Cessily reached up, stretching one of her arms to several times its natural length, and grabbed Ginny around the waist, trying to pull him back to the floor.
"Cess; 'Falcon Punch' this piece of shit!", Eddie said, suddenly averting his attention to his own body which was...liquifying?!
"Oh now I rather like Eddie," she frowned.
Oh Jesus, this was insane. Jason found himself approaching Kevin, clearing his throat as he tried to come up with a reasonable approach. "There isn't really anything to gain from this, is there? Why don't we slow things down here, let Ginny....and Eddie go and we can just get back to class, okay?"
"Whatever it is, Professor, I propose you hit that off switch now," Cessily shouted.
"I second that notion." Emma said getting up from her chair.
'Shit...', Eddie thought. This was actually painful. He gritted his teeth as he levitated, slowly transumuting into flesh coloured goo.
"You just don't want to break a nail trying to be useful, Emma. Sit back down."
Cessily jumped back to her feet, stretching her second arm and extending it towards Kevin's suit.
Once Eddie's body had been reduced to something similar to taffy, Kevin concentrated and he started to tie him into bows, he barely caught what the fat man said and shrugged, the man's staff turning into a python and wrapping around him,
"No - please don't hurt him, you'll make it worse-" Adam practically begged.
"He's melting!" He grabbed onto Cess' arm. He made the ball of fire fly right at Kevin's face, trying to startle him. "You leave Eddie alone, you bastard!"
"Oh sweety you don't know how useful I can be. But we don't have time for that right now."
"I told you we should have locked him up! Why the hell does no one listen to me?!" Tigra had found her voice again.
"Then you certainly aren't useful, are you?"
Kevin looked back at the cat ... oh she was still here? "Do you like bees?"
Tigra paused in climbing out from under the table, "I beg your pardon?"
"He's the one doing the hurting here," Cessily replied, shifting into a semi-humanoid shape as she stepped over towards Kevin. "Tell him to stop it, or he won't leave us any choice."
Monet poked at Kevin's mind, trying to get him to let her in.
No sweety, Kevin's one head to the left.
"This isn't helping anyone at all. It's just making an unsavoury situation worse so why don't we just take a break here."
Cessily collapsed into her liquid state, shifting into a long silver snake, and started to raise up from the ground, forming a spiral around Kevin's suit.
"I like bees," Kevin smirked, and there was a roar as the desk behind him was suddenly replaced with a swam of bees, "I don't think they like you," he said as they started to circle towards Tigra.
"Kevin, please stop doing that," she pleaded. "You're scaring them. We're only trying to help you."
Tigra turned, "Oh Shit..." Bees hurt!
He blinked at the alien feeling of someone poking against his head,
Monet sighed, She didn't much care for Farouk at the moment.
Adam ducked at the bees, watching them with wide eyes.
"...son of a bitch, covered in bees."
"Help? You hurt me," Kevin frowned, and Cessily was slammed into Eddie and held in mid-air a long with him.
Monet put up a telepathic shield around Jason and Tigra so they couldn't get stung.
Emma reached out to Kevin. Emma said as she made sure her shields were up.
Farouk sighed and rubbed his temples. Seems like his bluff hadn't worked. He REALLY wished that they HAD put a failsafe in the suit, as he had suggested. Now, what to do?
Tigra curled up, making herself as small as possible so the bees couldn't sting much of her. Her fur would protect her somewhat. But when they didn't hit her, she looked up. "Huh?"
Cessily let out a surprised and upset screech, her snake-like form writhing in mid air. "Okay, people, stop the talking now," she said, shaping a face. "Just stop him!"
Ginny made another fireball and burnt the bees to little crispy pellets.
Adam clung to the suit like it was a lifeline, a blade sliding out and narrowly missing the suit. He was terrified, beyond thought.
her mental voice dripped with disdain.
Kevin looked between the two girls, "They were mean, they didn't help me ... I need skin ..."
Several long tentacled formed out of her central mass and whipped towards the suited guy.
"Skin, cher?" Monet smirked, "How do you expect to get skin when you can't keep it?"
"Tentacle whipping is always an option!" Jason called out to Cessily, glad and amused to see she was thinking the same thing.
"H-he kept mine fine..."
"Non, Adam."
The bees were dead so she stood up again, her tail curling around her legs.
"L-leave him alone! He's my friend-" Okay, that was wrong enough that he started giggling. "Well he hasn't hurt me yet!"
Kevin yelped and dodged the tentecles, "Bitch!"he snapped suddently and he started to compress the metal girl down, smaller and smaller ...
Wade was by now sitting down next to Kevin, clapping his hands at the show, "Okay, okay, now here's an idea, how about doing this outside? I always wanted to see a whole forest dancing. That would be awesome."
Monet reached out to Emma to create a psychic link,
"Leave her alone!" Tigra went for Kevin when he attacked Cessily.
She just needed to puncture the suit somehow, Cessily figured, trying to reach Kevin with the sharp, pointy ends of her tentacly appendages. Then something strange happened and she seemed to move farther and farther away from him.
Emma looked over to Monet.
"Cessily!"
"What's happening here," Cessily yelled, flailing helplessly as she floated in mid air and the whole room around her seemed to become bigger and bigger.
Adam turned to see Tigra heading for them and cried out as he didn't quite move fast enough, hitting the floor with a bloody arm, still giggling as the blood left him and started swirling around him in ribbons.
Monet gave a mental nod, She turned back to Kevin once the link was secure and sent psychic attacks to him.
Her claws out, Tigra leapt into the air. He may not have a body but she'd find a way to hurt him!
Emma gave Monet a nod and followed suit with the mental attacks.
"Kevin - hey, Kevin, come on, look at this, look at what I can do-" One ribbon of blood wrapped around the helmet, hopefully blinding him.
"Please stop, Kevin, I don't want to blow your head up - you're a friend, I don't do that to friends!"
The telepathic comand echoed through the room, the mansion, the whoel landscape around it. Squirrels and other kinds of small critters instantly died of neural aneurysms within a radius of ten miles.
Monet winced at the psychic reverbarations from Farouk,
Farouk concentrated very, VERY hard. And the air around everybody seemed to be thickening, twisting, changing shape and consistence. They needed an environment that was save froma mutant that could twist reality. Well, he could oblige.
She landed on Kevin, digging her claws into the suit.
Kevin shrieked at the three pronged attack, then hissed, eye's burning almost white in anger,
Adam put his hands over his ears, despite it being in his head. "Fucking telepaths!"
Monet sighed and stepped in to loop an arm around Tigra's stomach, pulling her off of Kevin, "Bad kitten. No treats. Mommy's working."
"He's. Hurting. Cessily." Tigra flailed and swiped at Kevin with the claws on her hands and feet.
Cessily had no idea what was going on of if anyone was even making any progress; all she knew was that she wanted back down and the world to stop spinning around her.
And in a blinding flash of light, they reached the astral plane. Farouk simply floating in the air, a huge, enormous figure, respresenting a Roman gladiator.
Monet held her still against her chest, "Non. Stop."
"What fresh brand of crack is this?
Monet grinned and gave a nod of approval at Farouk, "This is the astral plane, cher. Our turf."
"A place where psychic come to play."
Kevin stopped, then looked around ... were they in space? He looked down at himself, "... I have skin!"
"Oui. Are you placated now?"
Eddie blinked awake. His first instinct told him what to check for. Body. Face. Hair. Clothes! Oh, thank God. He looked about himself.
Adam looked down at himself - and blinked. He appeared to be...bigger. A lot bigger. And very built. His clothing was replaced with leather apparently covered in spikes and- "What the hell? Why am I wearing a backwards baseball cap?"
Tigra blinked and looked around. ".... I don't like it...." She spotted a shadowy tiger behind her then looked down at her hands. "Ack!" human!
"...And what the hell katanas?!"
"Skin! My skin! And my body!?" Kevin seemed a little pre-occupied with being himself again, a pale, dark-haired and actually pretty cute looking emo-kid.
"...right...", Eddie said, swinging his form around and locating everyone. He looked at his clothing; leather jacket with his spider-symbol adorning it, bondage trousers, new rocks, awesome haircut. "This is fake, isn't it? I don't own any of this stuff!"
"I wonder how I look!" Wade said, "How do I look?!" he asked. Unfortunately he looked exactly the same.
Jason sorted himself out, amused at the fact that apparently on another plane even that trenchcoats were appropriate everyday wear. The cigarette was a new prop but it just seemed like a welcome idea at the moment. "Just smile and nod, Eddie."
Tigra hugged herself. She wanted her fur back.
Monet put Tigra down and stepped up to Kevin, brushing the forelock from his eyes. "That's rather irritating." She stepped back and then smoothed her purple top mentally as she crossed her arms, the winged cape things attached to them fluttering around her.
Adam felt his face - angular, odd...not quite human...blond hair to his ass, some of which was braided. "Fuck! What is this, gay- hey, I can think...I can think properly!"
Emma looked down at her ensemble of a corset like top with a very short skirt, thigh high boots and cloak... all of course in a brilliant white. "This looks lovely."
"You fixed me!" Kevin declared, "How? I thought they couldn't, that's why I needed other people ..."
Monet stepped over to Jason and took the cigarette for a drag before passing it back. Not quite as satisfying here, but it would do.
Eddie shook his head. "So...what, this is how I look on the psychic plane?", he sighed, he'd thought he'd be....taller, maybe? Perhaps more menacing? "Seriously, what the hell are we here for? Helping that fucked up psychopathic Emo?"
"Edward. Be nice."
His lip rings! He'd missed them!
Adam peered at Kevin, walking to him. "...Kevin...?"
He took a step towards Kevin, the whole environment vibrating around them and purple bubbles coming up from the ground.
Tigra sat down and crossed her legs, folding her arms across her chest, the shadowy tiger behind her pacing.
Kevn took a step back, "H-huh? What're ye doin'?" He stuttered.
"Oh, snap...", Eddie blushed. Monet called him Edward? Damnit!
Ginny stumbled down from the horizontal gravity and found he was wearing a very nice suit - but with very funky yellow and red boots. He ran towards Cessily and Eddie, to make sure they were all right.
"So what, the good 'Prof' gonna slam his ass into the afterlife?", Eddie said, smiling at Ginny.
"Personally I wouldn't put that passed him."
"Hey-" Here, where his head was clear, Adam wasn't sure why he was protecting Kevin after what he'd done, but damnit, he'd promised. "Look, he's made mistakes, his powers're new - please, Professor? We all make mistakes. Please? Can we just...teach him?"
"He doesn't want to learn. He thinks this shit is fun."
"You can't teach someone who is unwilling to learn, Adam."
"Whoa, YOU don't get to say anything!", Eddie said, pointing at Adam. "You obviously have plenty to learn yourself, sir!"
"As do you, Edward."
"Can't belive we agree on something...", Eddie winked at Monet. "True. True..."
Behind Adam, two shadowy people were just about seeable, though they were featureless. "No one knows he's unwilling, and-" His head snapped around to Eddie, eyes narrowed. "No, you have a lot to learn. Maybe I'll tell you why one day."
Kevin spun around and tried to run from the approaching gladiator ... but there was no where to go ...
He took another step, and skeleton arms started coming out of the ground, grabbing for Kevin.
Monet arched an eyebrow at the wink and couldn't resist smirking back. She had forgotten how fun Eddie could be.
Adam stopped, turning back to the running Kevin. "...Why doesn't he want to be helped...?"
"Because he's a spoilt little idiot, clearly." Tigra rolled her eyes.
Kevin screamed, batting and kicking at the skeletons that were reaching for him.
"...I think I love it here."
Emma walked over to Monet and smiled. "I haven't been here in a while. I had forgotten how much fun it is."
Adam blurred, grabbing Kevin and holding him above the hands, turning to the professor. "...Please don't hurt him..."
Eddie folded his arms and sighed, "And I agree with Tigra? Wow....", he glanced at Kevin's predicament. Tough shit, really...
"Oui? I'll bring you here sometime, just the two of us," she grinned at Jason. Monet paused as Emma came up to her, "It is quite fun."
The shadowy tiger behind her sat down and yawned. It was bored now. Tigra watched Farouk with Kevin with mild interest.
Kevin sobbed and clung to Adam's arms, still kicking at the skeletons, "Go away! Leave me alone! Please?"
"You didn't want to leave us alone. Why should we offer you that kindness?"
Jason looked over to Monet, slow smirk going over his face. "I have to say, I'm plenty intrigued by the possibilities."
Adam resisted the urge to drop the clingy emo. "Hey, shush, it's alright, Kevin. You need to learn, man, you can't just...do this. You have to learn control, like we did." And morals.
"Second it...", Eddie added with a cut eye at the two victims of skeletal attack.
The giant Farouk rubbed his chin.
"Um...no...but eye for an eye's been proven not to work, Professor. He won't learn that way."
"Non. But only scare him a bit." She gave Jason a wicked grin, "You and I will have quite the time."
Ginny crossed his arms. "Absolutely not."
"Well, let's see...", Eddie began. "He's a murderer - accident or not, I care not, and then tried to make it a double-whammey?"
"I agree a few scare tactics work brilliantly here."
"No." Tigra replied bluntly to Farouk.
Eddie's eyes widened. "He turned me into fucking Putty!", he recalled.
Adam looked down at the boy in his arms. "I'm a murderer too, you see - I don't want him ending up like me."
((Bob floated by on a pink cloud. "Motherfucker, best trip eveeerrrrr..."))
"Ah, majority rules, Professor."
Eddie looked at Adam. "Only my feelings, darlin'..."
((Dude, you can say that again. Pass the spliff, man.))
"W-what're ye gonna do t' me?" Kevin whimpered.
"I think if we have to lock him up, I should be too - I did the same so...it shouldn't be one rule for me and one for him."
Jason looks up, swearing for a moment he saw a penguin with a questionable air about him. This place was insane. "I think we're deciding your fate."
"You do not try and harm people, Adam. Situations are different."
Tigra looked at Adam, "You already know my feelings on that subject."
"I blew up two people too." Adam said quietly.
Eddie glanced over at Adam automatically. "...you what now?"
"Please don't kill me!"
Monet took another drag from Jason's cigarette and gave him a kiss before stepping up to Adam and Kevin. "Emma... Shall we play a bit? This is our playground after all. Merci, Farouk for taking the class on this lovely field trip."
"Oh I completely agree with you there Monet."
His grip tightened on the boy, not looking at the rest of his class. Part of him knew he was going regret admitting that. "Fine. Whatever you do to him happens to me then. Fair?"
"I didn't mean it, they were accidents! Then I was jus' havin' fun!" He whimpered, trying to hide behind Adam.
"We're not going to kill you, cher!" She laughed, "Oh good. Then you won't mind us having a bit of fun as well."
"Permission to play 'slap the Emo'?", Eddie stepped(?) closer. "Calm down, both of you..."
"Now that you know that I'm the same as him. I blew up two people. So did he." Adam folded his massive arms stubbornly. "I'm a killer, so's he. I'm dangerous, so's he."
"Fun? You need a hell of a lot more ethics class, if that's what you consider 'fun'."
Monet mind linked with Emma again,
"Did you blow someone up when you knew what you were doing? He continued to perform the same dangerous action even after he saw the consequences. Did you?"
"What the hell are you two idiots saying?", Eddie asked sharply. "I mean, Adam; you're a full basket case, I pretty much live by that at the moment, but Kevin; 'fun'? Twosted sonofabitch...."
"He won't learn unless you do the same to me!" Adam was getting frustrated. "Ethics! For god's sake, it's not a one-rule-for-me subject!"
"What's he going to think if you don't punish me for the same thing he's done?"
"Even I think you stepped over a line." Jason smiled, a bit absently. "And Adam, are you seriously trying to make this about you? Ethics doesn't really work in black and white terms."
Monet laughed and started to form a see-through metal ball around Kevin. "That you didn't think it was 'fun'."
"I have no problems doing the same to you. I'm merely trying to establish circumstances for my own curiosity."
Eddie looked at Tigra. "Oh, come on...are we gonna keep making up and breaking up? Adam's obviously bluffing..."
"I mean...he COULD kill someone, but I haven't seen him do it so....", Eddie finished with a shrug.
Kevin frowned, "W-What's that?" he asked the two girls.
Ginny looked around, seeing as no ball of fire from him would get through the metal cage. He poked the ground, scuffing it with his boot. "Interesting."
"Don't you know? Metal, cher! You'll look stunning!"
"No I'm not! Anyone want to have a look? We're in the right place for it." He was almost pleading with the others. This wasn't fair! Why did Kevin have to take the fall when he was the same as him?
[Edited on 25/7/201
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"If he insists on being punished, who am I to refuse him?" Tigra asked of Eddie.
"Lets see how you like it when the tables are turned on you." Emma said as the large ball started to enclose.
Monet projected the idea of the ball being made from real metal instead of just psychic energy to Kevin.
Adam turned and looked at Kevin helplessly. He tried, he really did. Ethics? This wasn't 'ethical'. "I'm sorry, Kevin..."
"M-Metal?" But he had his skin ... it wouldn't hurt, would it?
Eddie blinked at Tigra's logic. "Then that makes this completely ethical, right? Crime and Punishment: 101?", he looked at Cess and Ginny for an answer.
Looked like being able to think and put his thoughts to words wasn't useful. Adam turned his back and walked away, fists balled. He couldn't watch this.
The surface touched his bare arm and Kevin let out a scream of agony, his skin already starting to blacken.
Monet threw up a wall to block Adam's path.
Adam turned and narrowed his eyes. "Away. Let me go. I can't watch you do this to him."
Monet formed a life-size hamster-ball around Adam. "Happy now?"
Kevin tried to ward off the surface with his hands and screamed again, curling up to try and stop his body from touching it, "Nae! Pease! Please!"
Monet warped the floor to make the metal ball roll around some as Emma continued shrinking it.
The tiger purred to see it's aggressor punished so. Tigra scratched it behind the ears absently as it laid it's head in her lap.
"No. This isn't punishment. Just...fuck off." The screams...safe place or not, they were just the right pitch.
"There's no reason for him to watch." Jason was watching Adam, surprised at the hamster ball and sort of wishing they came up more in real life.
"He wanted the same, so he gets his own version."
Kevin's screams became more high-pitched as he found he couldn't hide away from the metal, his clothes burning and his skin starting to twist and smoke.
"...I can't help but find this ammusing but cruel....", Eddie said frankly. "Let's not go overboard here..."
"I hope to God you can look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow because my conscience is black." Adam's voice broke. Hamster ball or not, he kept walking.
Ginny watched the scenery shift slowly, as if they were in a middle of clouds being pushed by wind. He didn't actively want to hurt Kevin, now his life wasn't in immediate danger. besides, it looked like Monet ad Emma were handling it very well. He clapped a little.
Emma started waving one finger around and small random spikes started to protrude from inside the ball.
Monet's eyebrows went up, impressed.
Kevin screamed as his skin was pierced, and it trailed off into a pathetic bubbling, sobbing noise as he curled up in a fetal position.
"Have to admit, this is a very inspiration hands-on lesson."
"Screw it; Ginny? Wanna help them? This has gone a little too far...", Eddie said, feeling somewhat bad now. "Cess, you too?"
Cessily slowly pulled herself back together. She had no idea what had actually happened around her; all she knew was that she had ended up in a puddle on the floor. Shaping a vaguely human form, Cess sat up and took in her surroundings - only to be instantly creeped out. The classroom looked unchanged, but everyone else present appeared pretty much lifeless.
It hurts! Ithurtsithurtsithurts oh fuck i'm dying ...
Monet laughed at the screaming and finally calmed some, letting the ball disappear to become colorful butterflies. One of them landed on Kevin's nose and started singing to him in a happy, cheerful voice.
Eddie blinked. "...Cess is...not here.", Eddie told himself. "Well, St John? Are we 'Go'?"
Kevin shuddered in pain and rocked, a broken, bleeding and burnt mess of a child.
Once Adam was far enough that he couldn't hear the screams or see it, he sat down and wrapped his arms around his knees. Then he looked up at the shadows. "Hello Mam, Daid." He smiled a little, though it didn't stick. "I shouldn't have told them that..."
She rose to her feet, relieved to find herself back to normal size, as well. Cessily looked around frantically - everyone else was either slumped in their chair, or standing around motionlessly, as if caught in a trance.
Tigra stood up, the tiger moving it's head out of her lap. "Think he learned his lesson?"
Monet let the projection of pain fade as the butterflies continued singing and swirling around Kevin.
Eddie tried to go into his 'Spider Sense' when he suddenly felt much more powerful. A large shadow manifest behind him like some kind of inky titan. "...what the fuuu-?!"
"Either that or he's going to end us all in some grand scheme of revenge. It could go either way."
Kevin shuddered, looking down at his hands, they seemed to be back to normal at least, and just curled up and sobbed.
Hurrying around the room, she poked and shook her fellow students - to little effect. "Oh my, this certainly can't be normal," Cess said to herself, running a hand through her hair. Her mind raced as she tried to decide on what to do next.
The butterflies formed a blanket and pillow for him, lightly fluttering under his head as they started to sing 'Rock a bye, baby'.
Eddie nodded at the large manifestation as it looked around. "Alright!!!", it roared a little harshly. "Guys, cut this out! You think this makes us better than them?!"
Tigra's accompanying tiger turned and growled at Eddie, isntantly feeling threatened.
"Shh, Edward. He's going to take a nap."
Kevin whimpered and batted at the butterflies, trying to get rid of them, he didn't trust his body to even try and uncurl.
"We didn't actually hurt him."
So far everyone seemed fine, except for apparently being caught in a trance. There was little she could do, Cessily concluded, and decided that it would be best to find someone who knew about these things. At least, who knew more than she did. She bounded out of the room and headed for the teachers' offices.
"Kick ass, Venom!!!", Eddie commanded, sicking his 'super-titan' on the others. It lumbered above them and began decending web-masses upon the attacking students.
"Psychological torture. I suppose your milage might vary depending on your opinion on it." Jason would have to mull things over a bit more before he went on either side of the fence. He did arch an eyebrow at whatever it was that Eddie was doing. "I think you missed the dinner bell."
Monet arched an eyebrow at the creature Eddie was controlling and looked over at Emma with a sigh. She put another bubble around Jason before growing to the thing's size.
The tiger stood protectively in front of Tigra, ready to defend it's charge. It too, grew larger.
Emma gave Monet a small smirk as she followed suit and grew to the appropriate size.
Eddie watched as his ink-titan was surrounded by large....women and kittys. For a moment, all he could think about was it growing bigger. Which it continued to, appearing to become part of the sky (or whatever the equivalent was).
Monet rolled her eyes and continued to grow as well. "This is pointless, Edward."
Jason watched from his non-appropriate size, his mind kicking up references to an attack of the 50 foot woman movies and wondering if maybe he really wasn't quite on the right side of sane sometimes.
As everyone seemed to be distracted, Kevin decided to try and see if he could crawl away ... where to didn't matter, so long as it was away from all them.
Deciding it was ok to leave his gigantic 'thing' to it, he strolled over to Kevin's location. "You alright?", he tried to ask sympathetically to the fleeing boy.
Wade was lying back on a deck chair, sipping a mojito while he watched the show. "Kind of surprising that we're the good guys in the whole grand scheme of things." Said a voice to his left.
"I'm fairly certain he's had what constitutes a mental beatdown in the most literal of senses. I'd be mighty surprised if he were all right."
And there he sat, the one and only dude that's been Wade's bestest best friend, right next to him, also in a deck chair, sipping a margarita. "You're taller than I imagined." he told him. "And you're shorter."
Kevin yelped and cowered away from Eddie, "Nae! Leave m' alone! Fulla spikes ..." he gibbered and giggled slightly.
Ginny watched Wade talk to... some weird jumble of a yellow thing. "Well, that was fun - is it class over? And where's Cessily?"
Eddie sighed, "Fine...", he approached Adam instead. "Are YOU alright?"
He tried to bat away the butterflies, that were still stalking him and singing.
Monet disinegrated Adam's hamster ball, having almost forgotten about it because of the monstrosity in front of her.
"I don't know...Cess does have issues with telepathic things though." He shrugged, watching Kevin as he considered things. "What do you think?" He looked to Ginny.
One of the butterflies yelped as it was hit and dove down to bite him. "Be nice!" it chirped at him sternly.
Adam looked up at Eddie, the shades fading, before shrugging, and looking to Kevin. "More worried about him. Kevin - over here!"
"Aha, there you are.", Eddie smirked as the ball consealing Adam broke away. He looked over at Kevin. "I think I can make those go away..."
Kevin screamed again and covered his head with his arms at the bite, breaking out into fresh sobs.
The butterfly kissed the bite better and moved up to nuzzle under his arm to get to his cheek. "Don't be scared. We like you," it sing-songed.
"About Kevin? I hope he's learned his lesson, and I'll fry him too,t he next time he decides to have some fun with me. He also should take extra ethics classes as he obviously needs some help recognizing morals and ethical behaviour in himself."
Adam got up, coming over to Kevin. "Get off him." The Irishman growled. "Kevin...c'mon, it's me."
"G-G-go away," he whimpered.
The butterflies all let out a sob as one, "He hates us!"
"Eddie, get 'em gone, please?" He knelt by the boy. "Kevin...come here, I can't hurt you."
Seeing that the monstrosity wasn't going to do anything, Monet shrunk back to her normal size and walked over to Jason as the shield and butterflies all disappeared.
The young boy flinched at the older guy's touch and refused to uncurl, shaking his head under his arms.
Emma rolled her eyes and shrunk down to original size. "Well that was a fun growth spurt."
Eddie clapped his hands. "Well, this has gone well, I think.", he sighed. "'Inky-Man'!", he called. The large aberation landed a hand on top of Kevin and petted him.
"At least we didn't grow out of our clothes."
The tiger shrank down too and nuzzled at Tigra for more pettings.
Jason lacked any sense of moral compass for the most part and was generally comfortable with using Ginny as a guide. There was a niggling feeling in the back of his mind about something about this being a bad idea though. "Well, that would have been the top of a perfect class." He smiled over to Monet.
Kevin screamed at the desending hand and tried to crawl away from it.
"And then she said 'Hell no, I don't date guys who where that!' Ha! Can you believe that?!" Wade told his yellow blurry friend. "Actually I can, I was there. Come to think of it, I was the one who talked you into wearing the chicken suit."
Adam sighed, picking up the guy. "Eddie..." He rolled his eyes.
"You sonofabitch!" Wade yelled. "Hey! It was better than the horse suit! Man, you looked like an ass in that thing."
"I'm always the top of my class, cher," she smiled back.
"Hehehahaha...", Eddie smirked at the ink-titan. "You, sir, are the epic king."
"This was a fun class, for once," he said politely to Monet.
Monet blinked at Ginny, "You're actually complimenting me? Emma, I think I might faint."
Kevin tried to pretty much burrow into the big man's chest, still crying.
An actual blanket formed over Kevin to keep him warm and a box of tissues appeared next to Adam.
Tigra approached the others, petting the tiger on the head absently as she walked.
"Does that count as self-petting?" Jason asked, curious as he saw Tigra.
...I am never going to live this down, I have a crying emo brat on me. Adam sighed. "Hey, it's okay man. I won't hurt you." He gently held him. Wonder if this is how people see me...? "You gonna take this lesson with you though?"
Oh ... Kevin had learnt a lesson alright ...
"Possibly... I think it's the feral..." the tiger purred.
"Well, we did something other than talk," he amended.
"Merci then. And you're welcome."
Eddie smiled. "So, we're all happy, we all learned that 'stupid dosen't pay because there's always someone bigger than you', and I helped?", Eddie high-fived his giant ink beast. "Wi-in."
"Mmm." Adam eyed up the tissues suspiciously before pulling one and offering it to the guy.
"And I've learned there are more than my usual ways of getting away from unwanted situations." Jason said for his own benefit. "So...how do we leave exactly?"
"I was wondering that... I'd like my fur back."
Monet looked over at Farouk, "By the express, of course."
"I don't want to leave. I'm buff and I can think straight, though the cap can go."
"It's the only way to travel around here." Emma said with a smile
"So tell me, what do you think is the most awesomest idea for a business suit?" Wade asked Mr Yellow. "Glad you asked, I think...it...would.....be.....this-
Eddie sighed at his ink-monster. "It's probably best...and I, too, will miss the jacket."
Farouk nodded.
Monet cackled at Farouk.
"You can buy the jacket. I'm a skinny runt at home." His grip tightened on Kevin.
He folded his arms and nodded, and everybody reappeared in the classroom.
Wade blinked and saw himself back in class. "Damn it! It was something in red. Red and black!"
...And suddenly he was on the floor by Kevin's suit. He blinked, feeling his thoughts do the weird fusey-break-apart-refuse and swore, punching the floor until it cracked, the blood on Kevin's suit coming back to whirl around him.
Ginny dropped to the ground with a muffled "oof." He stood up cautiously - the windows and doors were open, at least. He sat down - feeling dizzy.
Kevin opened his eyes ... he was back in the real world ... in that bloody suit with no skin ... he patted himself down to check then putting both hands to his temples ... Was that even real?
Eddie blinked...awake, would ne the word. He stumbled forward, barely holding himself up in his desk. "...wha-at the hell?"
Tigra slid to the floor from Monet's slackened grip and landed uncomfortably on her tail. "Ow..." she winced.
"I can't think-" He rubbed his shoulders. "I can't think right any more!" Fuck, and the room knew, and he was skinny and perversly, he wanted his hat back.
Jason didn't scurry up immediately. "We have got to try that place out more often." He announced before picking himself up from the ground.
Cessily jumped to her feet when the first of her friends started to move again. "You're back," she cheered, obviously relieved, and hurried to their side. "Are you guys alright? What happened here?"
She got to her feet and looked around, "Cessy!" She tackled her and hugged her, "You're okay!"
Monet stepped over to Jason and looped her arm through his after he stood, "Of course we're fine. Farouk took us to the psychic plane. Emma and I had quite a lot of fun with Kevin."
"Now, if you will excuse me." Farouk took his cane and walked towards the door. "I need something strong an illegal in fourteen states." And with that he had left.
Back ... back in the real world ... where he was in control! He looked up and spotted the two bitches who had tortured him and his eyes blazed white, his mouth opening wide to let out an inhumane shriek, like sheets of metal being super-heated and then torn in two.
"Speak for yourself," Ginny muttered darkly. "You're all right, Cess!" He smiled in relief. He got to his feet and joined Tigra hugging Cessily.
Walking over to Monet, Emma smiled. "Well I must say that was more than fun. I think we should do that again sometime."
Adam covered his ears at the scream.
"Yes, I'm fine," Cessily replied, hugging Tigra tightly as she staggered back from the tackle. "I was worried about you, though. You all looked as if you were off in dreamland."
Tigra covered her ears and curled up.
"Kevin, Kevin that hurts!"
His eyes were drawn to the fat teacher moving, oh shit! Not again! he concentrated and there was a loud boom and all the tables, chairs and students in the room were blasted backwards against the wall.
Monet let out a shriek of her own and doubled over in pain, covering her ears. Superhuman hearing sucked.
Cessily grinned and tousled Ginny's hair. "Good to see you back up and alright again."
"Gah!" she hit the wall hard, curling tighter when she landed on the floor.
Emma winced at the noise and doubled over in pain just as she was thrown against the wall.
Wade squinted and ground his teeth, before he went along with the students in the wall hugging game.
When the dust cleared ... Kevin was gone.
Adam hit the wall hard, a blade automatically digging into it as he crouched on the wall itself, staring at the spot where Kevin had been. "...Kevin...no, don't leave, please don't-"
Monet hit the wall and slumped down to the floor, still holding her ears even though the screaming had stopped.
Ginny winced - he was back on the wall, and now his ears were ringing. "Somebody put that bastard down!"
"Son of a bitch!" Jason kicked out to havoind having one of the desks slide into him, wincing until the noise finally stopped.
"Okay...fuck this...", Eddie sighed in transit before his head impacted the wall.
Cessily barely had a second to rejoice, before she was pushed off her feet and ended up getting thrown into the nearest wall.
He couldn't hear anything, his over-sensitive pointy ears ringing despite him shaking his head. He couldn't hear anything.
"...Well this is a bad turn of events." Jason picked himself up quickly this time. "And now we don't know where he is and we've shoved him completely over the wall into crazy canyon."
Tigra groaned and rolled to her knees, pawing at her ears. "Gaaaah make the ringing stooooop!" She said louder than she meant to because she couldn't hear herself.
"I alerted the rest of the school," Cess said, pulling herself together.
"Jesus!", Eddie managed, just about stopping his body from cascading like it usually did shortly after sonics. "Man, what's happening?! Is Kevin dead?"
"Man, and here I thought being a good guy was gonna be boring, damn I'm glad I didn't choose to go over to the 'dark side'." Wade said, making finger quotes.
"Brilliant." He rubbed his temples. "May he never darken these hallowed halls again."
"Not dead, gone. We wouldn't be lucky enough that he managed to explode himself this time."
Adam dragged his blade out of the wall and dropped to the floor, staring. Enough of the...sanity or whatever it was remained to tell him that getting out of a room full of people who knew he was a murderer was a good idea. Like the good coward he was, he grabbed his gas mask and blurred the hell out of there.
She got back to her feet and dusted herself off, the ripples in her silver skin slowly subsiding. "I'm not sure," Cessily said. "But until we know more, we'll have to regard him as a potential threat. I know I will, anyway."
"Too bad. It'd have put him out of his obvious misery," he said to Jason, yelling a bit.
"Sure as hell WILL be if I see him...", Eddie answered his own question, getting up slowly. He watched Adam dissapear. "Oh, for cryin' out loud...I need a drink."
Tigra crawled over to where Monet was and gently prodded her.
Monet winced and gave a glare up at whoever was poking her. Oh, Tigra. Monet pulled a hand from her head to pet Tigra from her spot on the floor.
"I should have fried him..." He rubbed the back of his head, where he'd hit the wall. "I could murder a drink."
Tigra smiled and purred a little, then offered her a hand up. She could still hear very little over the ringing. Curse her over-sensitive ears.
"Drinks, dear god yes, drinks!"
"Let's not talk about murder, 'Saint'...", Eddie said. "Who's coming for alcohol then...no way in hell am I exercising after this."
Monet accepted the hand up and made a face as her healing factor kicked in and sound came back and her headache was gone. "Oui. The strongest one we can find, cher."
"Strongest what now?" Tigra asked, shaking her head, "Grr still ringy... bad sound..." she pawed at her ears some more.
"Drink."
"Strongest drinks, pronto." Jason decided to use a shortcut, going to Farouk's desk and rummaging around insead. "He has to have something in here to put up with us."
"I like drink. Can I have one?" She rubbed some more at her ears until the ringing finally stopped.
"I plan to have something incredibly strong as soon as I can find it." Emma following the rest of the people.
Cessily sorted out her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail again. "I believe we should increase all security measures," she said, looking around the messed up room. "Just to be prepared as good as possible."
"So...drink and man the walls?"
"So now does everyone agree with me that we should have locked him up in the first place?"
"How do you increase security from a child who can warp reality?"
"I second that Cessily. But first drinks." Emma said rubbing her head.
"But at least we know he is incredibly vulnerable in the astral plane. That has to help somehow?"
"And that he just can't handle a good metal tentacle whip."
"Possibly."
Eddie raised his hand. "I have a plan....how about we throw Cess at him in the shape of a massive bloody spear?"
"Javelin tossing? Excellent."
"If we could keep him trapped there...?" Ginny said, using Cessily as a prop - he now felt very dizzy. "Or we could do that," he nodded in agreement with Eddie.
"I'm not going to shift into a wire-fence," Cessily said, putting on a smirk.
"We put him in a giant metal box...", Eddie began to suggest. "...and shoot him into the sun!"
"We could have you be a dome over the school. The neighbours will think we've changed from Jehovah's Witness to Islam."
Monet took a deep breath, feeling very tired all of a sudden. She had exherted a lot of mental power.
"Or we could just find a big metal wheely bin and throw him in there, lock it and throw away the key." She rolled her eyes.
"The sun is further from me...", Eddie explained to Tigra.
"Non. He had enough of being trapped." That was a horrible feeling and she knew it. But he had to learn a lesson somehow. "I'm just... I'm going to go lie down..."
"I'll bring the cognac to your room."
"A dome," Cessily asked, glancing down herself and patting her stomach. "I think I'll need to put on bit more weight before I could accomplish that."
"Merci, cher." She left the room and headed towards hers, hoping to make it there before passing out.
Tigra frowned, "I'm going to go... kill something..." She went to pick up her bag, she'd put it in her room and then go hunting.
Eddie nodded. "I'm gonna go and find Adam actually. It occours to me I may be missing something...", Eddie left the classroom. "Fear not; I shall round you all up for drinks soon!", he called back. Now to find the runner.
"Cess, help me to my room? I think my head hit the wall too hard, and I don't feel well."
"Of course," Cessily said, wrapping her arm around Ginny's waist to steady him. "Just hold on to me, okay?"
"Oh yes - maybe a detour to the medlab?" He held on for dear life. "And then perhaps you might stay?" He winked, not being able to help himself.
Cessily chuckled. "Hm, if you ask nicely, I'll play nurse for you," she said.
[Edited on 25/7/2010 by puppygirl]
"Lets see how you like it when the tables are turned on you." Emma said as the large ball started to enclose.
Monet projected the idea of the ball being made from real metal instead of just psychic energy to Kevin.
Adam turned and looked at Kevin helplessly. He tried, he really did. Ethics? This wasn't 'ethical'. "I'm sorry, Kevin..."
"M-Metal?" But he had his skin ... it wouldn't hurt, would it?
Eddie blinked at Tigra's logic. "Then that makes this completely ethical, right? Crime and Punishment: 101?", he looked at Cess and Ginny for an answer.
Looked like being able to think and put his thoughts to words wasn't useful. Adam turned his back and walked away, fists balled. He couldn't watch this.
The surface touched his bare arm and Kevin let out a scream of agony, his skin already starting to blacken.
Monet threw up a wall to block Adam's path.
Adam turned and narrowed his eyes. "Away. Let me go. I can't watch you do this to him."
Monet formed a life-size hamster-ball around Adam. "Happy now?"
Kevin tried to ward off the surface with his hands and screamed again, curling up to try and stop his body from touching it, "Nae! Pease! Please!"
Monet warped the floor to make the metal ball roll around some as Emma continued shrinking it.
The tiger purred to see it's aggressor punished so. Tigra scratched it behind the ears absently as it laid it's head in her lap.
"No. This isn't punishment. Just...fuck off." The screams...safe place or not, they were just the right pitch.
"There's no reason for him to watch." Jason was watching Adam, surprised at the hamster ball and sort of wishing they came up more in real life.
"He wanted the same, so he gets his own version."
Kevin's screams became more high-pitched as he found he couldn't hide away from the metal, his clothes burning and his skin starting to twist and smoke.
"...I can't help but find this ammusing but cruel....", Eddie said frankly. "Let's not go overboard here..."
"I hope to God you can look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow because my conscience is black." Adam's voice broke. Hamster ball or not, he kept walking.
Ginny watched the scenery shift slowly, as if they were in a middle of clouds being pushed by wind. He didn't actively want to hurt Kevin, now his life wasn't in immediate danger. besides, it looked like Monet ad Emma were handling it very well. He clapped a little.
Emma started waving one finger around and small random spikes started to protrude from inside the ball.
Monet's eyebrows went up, impressed.
Kevin screamed as his skin was pierced, and it trailed off into a pathetic bubbling, sobbing noise as he curled up in a fetal position.
"Have to admit, this is a very inspiration hands-on lesson."
"Screw it; Ginny? Wanna help them? This has gone a little too far...", Eddie said, feeling somewhat bad now. "Cess, you too?"
Cessily slowly pulled herself back together. She had no idea what had actually happened around her; all she knew was that she had ended up in a puddle on the floor. Shaping a vaguely human form, Cess sat up and took in her surroundings - only to be instantly creeped out. The classroom looked unchanged, but everyone else present appeared pretty much lifeless.
It hurts! Ithurtsithurtsithurts oh fuck i'm dying ...
Monet laughed at the screaming and finally calmed some, letting the ball disappear to become colorful butterflies. One of them landed on Kevin's nose and started singing to him in a happy, cheerful voice.
Eddie blinked. "...Cess is...not here.", Eddie told himself. "Well, St John? Are we 'Go'?"
Kevin shuddered in pain and rocked, a broken, bleeding and burnt mess of a child.
Once Adam was far enough that he couldn't hear the screams or see it, he sat down and wrapped his arms around his knees. Then he looked up at the shadows. "Hello Mam, Daid." He smiled a little, though it didn't stick. "I shouldn't have told them that..."
She rose to her feet, relieved to find herself back to normal size, as well. Cessily looked around frantically - everyone else was either slumped in their chair, or standing around motionlessly, as if caught in a trance.
Tigra stood up, the tiger moving it's head out of her lap. "Think he learned his lesson?"
Monet let the projection of pain fade as the butterflies continued singing and swirling around Kevin.
Eddie tried to go into his 'Spider Sense' when he suddenly felt much more powerful. A large shadow manifest behind him like some kind of inky titan. "...what the fuuu-?!"
"Either that or he's going to end us all in some grand scheme of revenge. It could go either way."
Kevin shuddered, looking down at his hands, they seemed to be back to normal at least, and just curled up and sobbed.
Hurrying around the room, she poked and shook her fellow students - to little effect. "Oh my, this certainly can't be normal," Cess said to herself, running a hand through her hair. Her mind raced as she tried to decide on what to do next.
The butterflies formed a blanket and pillow for him, lightly fluttering under his head as they started to sing 'Rock a bye, baby'.
Eddie nodded at the large manifestation as it looked around. "Alright!!!", it roared a little harshly. "Guys, cut this out! You think this makes us better than them?!"
Tigra's accompanying tiger turned and growled at Eddie, isntantly feeling threatened.
"Shh, Edward. He's going to take a nap."
Kevin whimpered and batted at the butterflies, trying to get rid of them, he didn't trust his body to even try and uncurl.
"We didn't actually hurt him."
So far everyone seemed fine, except for apparently being caught in a trance. There was little she could do, Cessily concluded, and decided that it would be best to find someone who knew about these things. At least, who knew more than she did. She bounded out of the room and headed for the teachers' offices.
"Kick ass, Venom!!!", Eddie commanded, sicking his 'super-titan' on the others. It lumbered above them and began decending web-masses upon the attacking students.
"Psychological torture. I suppose your milage might vary depending on your opinion on it." Jason would have to mull things over a bit more before he went on either side of the fence. He did arch an eyebrow at whatever it was that Eddie was doing. "I think you missed the dinner bell."
Monet arched an eyebrow at the creature Eddie was controlling and looked over at Emma with a sigh. She put another bubble around Jason before growing to the thing's size.
The tiger stood protectively in front of Tigra, ready to defend it's charge. It too, grew larger.
Emma gave Monet a small smirk as she followed suit and grew to the appropriate size.
Eddie watched as his ink-titan was surrounded by large....women and kittys. For a moment, all he could think about was it growing bigger. Which it continued to, appearing to become part of the sky (or whatever the equivalent was).
Monet rolled her eyes and continued to grow as well. "This is pointless, Edward."
Jason watched from his non-appropriate size, his mind kicking up references to an attack of the 50 foot woman movies and wondering if maybe he really wasn't quite on the right side of sane sometimes.
As everyone seemed to be distracted, Kevin decided to try and see if he could crawl away ... where to didn't matter, so long as it was away from all them.
Deciding it was ok to leave his gigantic 'thing' to it, he strolled over to Kevin's location. "You alright?", he tried to ask sympathetically to the fleeing boy.
Wade was lying back on a deck chair, sipping a mojito while he watched the show. "Kind of surprising that we're the good guys in the whole grand scheme of things." Said a voice to his left.
"I'm fairly certain he's had what constitutes a mental beatdown in the most literal of senses. I'd be mighty surprised if he were all right."
And there he sat, the one and only dude that's been Wade's bestest best friend, right next to him, also in a deck chair, sipping a margarita. "You're taller than I imagined." he told him. "And you're shorter."
Kevin yelped and cowered away from Eddie, "Nae! Leave m' alone! Fulla spikes ..." he gibbered and giggled slightly.
Ginny watched Wade talk to... some weird jumble of a yellow thing. "Well, that was fun - is it class over? And where's Cessily?"
Eddie sighed, "Fine...", he approached Adam instead. "Are YOU alright?"
He tried to bat away the butterflies, that were still stalking him and singing.
Monet disinegrated Adam's hamster ball, having almost forgotten about it because of the monstrosity in front of her.
"I don't know...Cess does have issues with telepathic things though." He shrugged, watching Kevin as he considered things. "What do you think?" He looked to Ginny.
One of the butterflies yelped as it was hit and dove down to bite him. "Be nice!" it chirped at him sternly.
Adam looked up at Eddie, the shades fading, before shrugging, and looking to Kevin. "More worried about him. Kevin - over here!"
"Aha, there you are.", Eddie smirked as the ball consealing Adam broke away. He looked over at Kevin. "I think I can make those go away..."
Kevin screamed again and covered his head with his arms at the bite, breaking out into fresh sobs.
The butterfly kissed the bite better and moved up to nuzzle under his arm to get to his cheek. "Don't be scared. We like you," it sing-songed.
"About Kevin? I hope he's learned his lesson, and I'll fry him too,t he next time he decides to have some fun with me. He also should take extra ethics classes as he obviously needs some help recognizing morals and ethical behaviour in himself."
Adam got up, coming over to Kevin. "Get off him." The Irishman growled. "Kevin...c'mon, it's me."
"G-G-go away," he whimpered.
The butterflies all let out a sob as one, "He hates us!"
"Eddie, get 'em gone, please?" He knelt by the boy. "Kevin...come here, I can't hurt you."
Seeing that the monstrosity wasn't going to do anything, Monet shrunk back to her normal size and walked over to Jason as the shield and butterflies all disappeared.
The young boy flinched at the older guy's touch and refused to uncurl, shaking his head under his arms.
Emma rolled her eyes and shrunk down to original size. "Well that was a fun growth spurt."
Eddie clapped his hands. "Well, this has gone well, I think.", he sighed. "'Inky-Man'!", he called. The large aberation landed a hand on top of Kevin and petted him.
"At least we didn't grow out of our clothes."
The tiger shrank down too and nuzzled at Tigra for more pettings.
Jason lacked any sense of moral compass for the most part and was generally comfortable with using Ginny as a guide. There was a niggling feeling in the back of his mind about something about this being a bad idea though. "Well, that would have been the top of a perfect class." He smiled over to Monet.
Kevin screamed at the desending hand and tried to crawl away from it.
"And then she said 'Hell no, I don't date guys who where that!' Ha! Can you believe that?!" Wade told his yellow blurry friend. "Actually I can, I was there. Come to think of it, I was the one who talked you into wearing the chicken suit."
Adam sighed, picking up the guy. "Eddie..." He rolled his eyes.
"You sonofabitch!" Wade yelled. "Hey! It was better than the horse suit! Man, you looked like an ass in that thing."
"I'm always the top of my class, cher," she smiled back.
"Hehehahaha...", Eddie smirked at the ink-titan. "You, sir, are the epic king."
"This was a fun class, for once," he said politely to Monet.
Monet blinked at Ginny, "You're actually complimenting me? Emma, I think I might faint."
Kevin tried to pretty much burrow into the big man's chest, still crying.
An actual blanket formed over Kevin to keep him warm and a box of tissues appeared next to Adam.
Tigra approached the others, petting the tiger on the head absently as she walked.
"Does that count as self-petting?" Jason asked, curious as he saw Tigra.
...I am never going to live this down, I have a crying emo brat on me. Adam sighed. "Hey, it's okay man. I won't hurt you." He gently held him. Wonder if this is how people see me...? "You gonna take this lesson with you though?"
Oh ... Kevin had learnt a lesson alright ...
"Possibly... I think it's the feral..." the tiger purred.
"Well, we did something other than talk," he amended.
"Merci then. And you're welcome."
Eddie smiled. "So, we're all happy, we all learned that 'stupid dosen't pay because there's always someone bigger than you', and I helped?", Eddie high-fived his giant ink beast. "Wi-in."
"Mmm." Adam eyed up the tissues suspiciously before pulling one and offering it to the guy.
"And I've learned there are more than my usual ways of getting away from unwanted situations." Jason said for his own benefit. "So...how do we leave exactly?"
"I was wondering that... I'd like my fur back."
Monet looked over at Farouk, "By the express, of course."
"I don't want to leave. I'm buff and I can think straight, though the cap can go."
"It's the only way to travel around here." Emma said with a smile
"So tell me, what do you think is the most awesomest idea for a business suit?" Wade asked Mr Yellow. "Glad you asked, I think...it...would.....be.....this-
Eddie sighed at his ink-monster. "It's probably best...and I, too, will miss the jacket."
Farouk nodded.
Monet cackled at Farouk.
"You can buy the jacket. I'm a skinny runt at home." His grip tightened on Kevin.
He folded his arms and nodded, and everybody reappeared in the classroom.
Wade blinked and saw himself back in class. "Damn it! It was something in red. Red and black!"
...And suddenly he was on the floor by Kevin's suit. He blinked, feeling his thoughts do the weird fusey-break-apart-refuse and swore, punching the floor until it cracked, the blood on Kevin's suit coming back to whirl around him.
Ginny dropped to the ground with a muffled "oof." He stood up cautiously - the windows and doors were open, at least. He sat down - feeling dizzy.
Kevin opened his eyes ... he was back in the real world ... in that bloody suit with no skin ... he patted himself down to check then putting both hands to his temples ... Was that even real?
Eddie blinked...awake, would ne the word. He stumbled forward, barely holding himself up in his desk. "...wha-at the hell?"
Tigra slid to the floor from Monet's slackened grip and landed uncomfortably on her tail. "Ow..." she winced.
"I can't think-" He rubbed his shoulders. "I can't think right any more!" Fuck, and the room knew, and he was skinny and perversly, he wanted his hat back.
Jason didn't scurry up immediately. "We have got to try that place out more often." He announced before picking himself up from the ground.
Cessily jumped to her feet when the first of her friends started to move again. "You're back," she cheered, obviously relieved, and hurried to their side. "Are you guys alright? What happened here?"
She got to her feet and looked around, "Cessy!" She tackled her and hugged her, "You're okay!"
Monet stepped over to Jason and looped her arm through his after he stood, "Of course we're fine. Farouk took us to the psychic plane. Emma and I had quite a lot of fun with Kevin."
"Now, if you will excuse me." Farouk took his cane and walked towards the door. "I need something strong an illegal in fourteen states." And with that he had left.
Back ... back in the real world ... where he was in control! He looked up and spotted the two bitches who had tortured him and his eyes blazed white, his mouth opening wide to let out an inhumane shriek, like sheets of metal being super-heated and then torn in two.
"Speak for yourself," Ginny muttered darkly. "You're all right, Cess!" He smiled in relief. He got to his feet and joined Tigra hugging Cessily.
Walking over to Monet, Emma smiled. "Well I must say that was more than fun. I think we should do that again sometime."
Adam covered his ears at the scream.
"Yes, I'm fine," Cessily replied, hugging Tigra tightly as she staggered back from the tackle. "I was worried about you, though. You all looked as if you were off in dreamland."
Tigra covered her ears and curled up.
"Kevin, Kevin that hurts!"
His eyes were drawn to the fat teacher moving, oh shit! Not again! he concentrated and there was a loud boom and all the tables, chairs and students in the room were blasted backwards against the wall.
Monet let out a shriek of her own and doubled over in pain, covering her ears. Superhuman hearing sucked.
Cessily grinned and tousled Ginny's hair. "Good to see you back up and alright again."
"Gah!" she hit the wall hard, curling tighter when she landed on the floor.
Emma winced at the noise and doubled over in pain just as she was thrown against the wall.
Wade squinted and ground his teeth, before he went along with the students in the wall hugging game.
When the dust cleared ... Kevin was gone.
Adam hit the wall hard, a blade automatically digging into it as he crouched on the wall itself, staring at the spot where Kevin had been. "...Kevin...no, don't leave, please don't-"
Monet hit the wall and slumped down to the floor, still holding her ears even though the screaming had stopped.
Ginny winced - he was back on the wall, and now his ears were ringing. "Somebody put that bastard down!"
"Son of a bitch!" Jason kicked out to havoind having one of the desks slide into him, wincing until the noise finally stopped.
"Okay...fuck this...", Eddie sighed in transit before his head impacted the wall.
Cessily barely had a second to rejoice, before she was pushed off her feet and ended up getting thrown into the nearest wall.
He couldn't hear anything, his over-sensitive pointy ears ringing despite him shaking his head. He couldn't hear anything.
"...Well this is a bad turn of events." Jason picked himself up quickly this time. "And now we don't know where he is and we've shoved him completely over the wall into crazy canyon."
Tigra groaned and rolled to her knees, pawing at her ears. "Gaaaah make the ringing stooooop!" She said louder than she meant to because she couldn't hear herself.
"I alerted the rest of the school," Cess said, pulling herself together.
"Jesus!", Eddie managed, just about stopping his body from cascading like it usually did shortly after sonics. "Man, what's happening?! Is Kevin dead?"
"Man, and here I thought being a good guy was gonna be boring, damn I'm glad I didn't choose to go over to the 'dark side'." Wade said, making finger quotes.
"Brilliant." He rubbed his temples. "May he never darken these hallowed halls again."
"Not dead, gone. We wouldn't be lucky enough that he managed to explode himself this time."
Adam dragged his blade out of the wall and dropped to the floor, staring. Enough of the...sanity or whatever it was remained to tell him that getting out of a room full of people who knew he was a murderer was a good idea. Like the good coward he was, he grabbed his gas mask and blurred the hell out of there.
She got back to her feet and dusted herself off, the ripples in her silver skin slowly subsiding. "I'm not sure," Cessily said. "But until we know more, we'll have to regard him as a potential threat. I know I will, anyway."
"Too bad. It'd have put him out of his obvious misery," he said to Jason, yelling a bit.
"Sure as hell WILL be if I see him...", Eddie answered his own question, getting up slowly. He watched Adam dissapear. "Oh, for cryin' out loud...I need a drink."
Tigra crawled over to where Monet was and gently prodded her.
Monet winced and gave a glare up at whoever was poking her. Oh, Tigra. Monet pulled a hand from her head to pet Tigra from her spot on the floor.
"I should have fried him..." He rubbed the back of his head, where he'd hit the wall. "I could murder a drink."
Tigra smiled and purred a little, then offered her a hand up. She could still hear very little over the ringing. Curse her over-sensitive ears.
"Drinks, dear god yes, drinks!"
"Let's not talk about murder, 'Saint'...", Eddie said. "Who's coming for alcohol then...no way in hell am I exercising after this."
Monet accepted the hand up and made a face as her healing factor kicked in and sound came back and her headache was gone. "Oui. The strongest one we can find, cher."
"Strongest what now?" Tigra asked, shaking her head, "Grr still ringy... bad sound..." she pawed at her ears some more.
"Drink."
"Strongest drinks, pronto." Jason decided to use a shortcut, going to Farouk's desk and rummaging around insead. "He has to have something in here to put up with us."
"I like drink. Can I have one?" She rubbed some more at her ears until the ringing finally stopped.
"I plan to have something incredibly strong as soon as I can find it." Emma following the rest of the people.
Cessily sorted out her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail again. "I believe we should increase all security measures," she said, looking around the messed up room. "Just to be prepared as good as possible."
"So...drink and man the walls?"
"So now does everyone agree with me that we should have locked him up in the first place?"
"How do you increase security from a child who can warp reality?"
"I second that Cessily. But first drinks." Emma said rubbing her head.
"But at least we know he is incredibly vulnerable in the astral plane. That has to help somehow?"
"And that he just can't handle a good metal tentacle whip."
"Possibly."
Eddie raised his hand. "I have a plan....how about we throw Cess at him in the shape of a massive bloody spear?"
"Javelin tossing? Excellent."
"If we could keep him trapped there...?" Ginny said, using Cessily as a prop - he now felt very dizzy. "Or we could do that," he nodded in agreement with Eddie.
"I'm not going to shift into a wire-fence," Cessily said, putting on a smirk.
"We put him in a giant metal box...", Eddie began to suggest. "...and shoot him into the sun!"
"We could have you be a dome over the school. The neighbours will think we've changed from Jehovah's Witness to Islam."
Monet took a deep breath, feeling very tired all of a sudden. She had exherted a lot of mental power.
"Or we could just find a big metal wheely bin and throw him in there, lock it and throw away the key." She rolled her eyes.
"The sun is further from me...", Eddie explained to Tigra.
"Non. He had enough of being trapped." That was a horrible feeling and she knew it. But he had to learn a lesson somehow. "I'm just... I'm going to go lie down..."
"I'll bring the cognac to your room."
"A dome," Cessily asked, glancing down herself and patting her stomach. "I think I'll need to put on bit more weight before I could accomplish that."
"Merci, cher." She left the room and headed towards hers, hoping to make it there before passing out.
Tigra frowned, "I'm going to go... kill something..." She went to pick up her bag, she'd put it in her room and then go hunting.
Eddie nodded. "I'm gonna go and find Adam actually. It occours to me I may be missing something...", Eddie left the classroom. "Fear not; I shall round you all up for drinks soon!", he called back. Now to find the runner.
"Cess, help me to my room? I think my head hit the wall too hard, and I don't feel well."
"Of course," Cessily said, wrapping her arm around Ginny's waist to steady him. "Just hold on to me, okay?"
"Oh yes - maybe a detour to the medlab?" He held on for dear life. "And then perhaps you might stay?" He winked, not being able to help himself.
Cessily chuckled. "Hm, if you ask nicely, I'll play nurse for you," she said.
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Well, that went well. 
And Lorna and Bobby's mouse problem is solved. Rather messily.The telepathic comand echoed through the room, the mansion, the whoel landscape around it. Squirrels and other kinds of small critters instantly died of neural aneurysms within a radius of ten miles.
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This mean Jay doesn't have to give his feathers to Bobby any more?
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.... Fuck, if Farouk killed Darren's bunny there will be murder done in this school!
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JULIE'S LIZARD!!!!
But seriously, Wade? OMFG I <3 this guy. Comedic timing, 100%. Loosening the tension? Always.
So funny.
But seriously, Wade? OMFG I <3 this guy. Comedic timing, 100%. Loosening the tension? Always.
So funny.
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Maybe we should just say that all pets have magical psychic shields that Xaiver put around them to prevent them being injured in psychic fallout 
Otherwise ... poor Friday the cat!
Otherwise ... poor Friday the cat!
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Maybe all the pets at school were protected from the psychis blast by the Danger Room. Because... Selene could have... borrowed them? In order to test her new special pet training program - Squirrel Hunt.
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Do eeet star! 
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I just figured Farouk was a drama queen and the furry creatures were fine. Although the Selene idea is especially cracktastic!
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Selene doing tactical training with the pets?
...... seems likely.
...... seems likely.
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