Alexander would look over at his principle and then turn to his new friend. "I think those are good ideas Ms. Maxine, thank you." He would look at Francis and nod to him to follow Alex up the stairs, and even as this friendship began he knew one thing. I'll always have his back. No matter what.
As the young speedster walked he observed everything around him. The halls were crowded with people, and the chaos was so perfect, like a movie. There was the couple that was always making out on the left side of the hall, and about ten feet farther down, the cliquey girls. Opposite them, the cliquey jocks, and between them, the parade of band geeks with their huge instrument cases. There were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes and the fashion kids that wheeled mannequins and clothing racks down the halls. And then there was Alex, in reality, he could have fit into the Jock clique, but he had never really been involved in sports, and now with the fact of his powers, he didn't really feel he had any right to play them.
The only activities Alex really participated in were just Journalism and the school paper and it was mostly because there was this girl that was the head reporter there. Linda Jordan...whooo boy.
Whoa Alex. Focus.
Taking his mind off of Linda, Alex would shrug past a group of cheerleaders and he would approach their door. Opening it he would hold it out for Francis to take the first look. The young speedster would place his bag behind the door in the corner neatly since it was all he brought and he would stand in the hallway.
"When you're finished you want to go exploring? Maybe make a few friends? Who knows what there is to see in this place...and I bet there's places the Orientation won't cover. It'll be like a Harry Potter book." Alex's eyes would glint with a hint of innocent curiosity and mischief and he'd turn to see Francis' reaction.
In the end, Maxine is glad 'Outlaw' dropped the ball because she would have fired him if he hadn't. Now, she looks over the application for another teacher named Tyler Marshal. A better choice if she ever saw one, but that remains to be seen.
An appointment is arranged for Tyler and a time is set up rather quickly. A knock on her door indicates he is here and Maxine gives permission to enter. The extended hand is taken with a firm grip before she let's his hand go.
As Tyler sits, Maxine feels as if he is studying her like some kind of lab animal in a cage. It's probably not quite like that, but the Queen of all Metro City media can be a bit paranoid at times along with being something of a pessimist.
Tyler is welled dressed for the interview, a plus in Maxine's book. Handsome man too, which helps. But she is somewhat annoyed at the obvious question, "Yes, Mr. Marshal, you'll be teaching Combat and defense. It's pretty self explanatory."
Then Maxine brushes some red hair behind one ear before readjusting her glasses on her nose, "Don't be too rough on the students, that's bad for their morale. Also, I do have a rule: No powers are allowed in your class. What's the point of learning hand-to-hand combat if they can shoot their opponent with an energy blast or push them around with Telekinesis? Absolutely no powers. If you wish to teach them combat basics with powers allowed, you may if your experienced with that. Combat isn't always about throwing a fist. You'll also be teaching your class on the space station. Yes, we have one. Any questions?"
Francis heard the ideas of what to do, all of which seemed good to him. He might be better at chess then basketball but he wasn't bad at physical activities. Of course, he was also no speedster. Which did have it's own issues. He nodded again to the principle with another quiet "Thanks." words. They were so hard. This was why when he had his own choices, he always went with images.
The two would began to head upstairs after Alex also agreed to them being good. He followed in step, although he pulled out his "Phone" along the way. It might look a bit clunky for a phone, but it was also designed at home on what materials he could actually pay for. Which were not perfect for what he wanted. It did however work better then most computers, and was designed specifically for how he treated language. So there was that. He wasn't ignoring everything around them, all he was doing was sending a message to his mother about where his room was for practical purposes. Of course, it wasn't a description. In a matter of seconds he programmed a 3-dimensional grid image map of the general area, with a point-point step of where his room was located based on the front entrance. Then he clipped it back onto his belt and kept going.
He observed, but while Alex saw people, what Francis saw was numbers, chemicals, mass, energy. He had to take that information, and transform it into people. It was why he was so bad with humans and communication. Francis was like a computer connected to the web, but only to scientific data. He had so much information, so much knowledge and intelligence. But he barely understood people. People to him were just like math to others. And yet, he always felt such a need for them. Something that was so hard to get. But, he'd already made a friend! And for that he was very grateful. When they got up to their room Francis quickly put down his bags neatly in a corner, taking up the minimal amount of space possible then stepping back to look at them for a second before leaving the room.
Alexander gave an offer on what to do once they were done, and once Orientation was over. Another smile from Francis, "Good!" he said giving a thumbs up, he grabbed his "phone" and pointed the projector towards the ground using it to generate a grid-image of the parts of the building he had seen or seen on a map, and the surroundings, as he typed and used its screen. Even if Alexander knew almost every coding language, this was not one of those. It was why he could bring up something so complex so fast. It was made for Francis, no one else. He pointed to the areas around which remained un-explored and looked up at Alexander, "Discovery," Then at the sky as his eyes lit up, "More discovery." implying the space station. Fear of space or not, a lot of people believed space was cool. And for a kid who was mostly good at science and little else, it was the only place he could look like he knew what he was doing. The type of place where people wanted to have you around, because you knew how it worked, even if you could mostly only explain using an image projector.
Venilia was one step closer to getting detention on the first day of school. The girl she asked for "help" refused to be her chaperone for the day - refused her of all people. If it wasn't for the fact that she was trying to turn over a new leaf, she would have grabbed plastic surgery by her hair and beat her until blood oozed from her lips. "Okay Ven, take a deep breath; This girl clearly doesn't have good taste." She turned around before she got expelled, grumbling under her breath as she walked away as fast as she could. Already she was relapsing and she was certain it had nothing to do with the disorder she hid so well. She glanced up at the clock as it ticked away. It was only 6 am and she was already looking to devour someone with either her fist, or her tongue. Her head jolted back after realizing how gross that sounded in her head.
Devouring and tongue did not go well together, at least in her head. If Reed were here, he would have lectured her to stop sexualizing everything before exploding and going on a rant about how intelligent he was. In retaliation she would have explained to him how he was going to remain forever single and celibate. She smiled mnemonically as she pushed past the student body and the wet floor sign near the girl's bathroom. If only she had told her delinquents she was applying for the Maxima Institute of Higher Nerdom. "No!" Her subconscious shouted at her. "As much as you enjoyed making their lives as miserable as the souls in Tartarus, they were stealing time and energy from what really mattered." It argued from within her. Venilia couldn't counterargue with that so she pressed toward the mahogany stairway that led up to the second floor in search of her room.
"New gifted school, new opportunities. Remember that, Ven." She motivated herself as she stopped in front of the first steps. "Let's do this." The broken goddess grasped the straps to her backpack tightly and went up the flight of stairs with purpose. The second floor was just like the first: Crowded and loud. Only this time the elevated floor was filled with teenagers, or what she liked to called potential servants. As she made her way down the corridor she noticed girls gossiping about her, and boys eying her exposed legs. That was all going to change once she settled in and made a name for herself. Besides, she never had trouble becoming the most popular girl at school unlike the other females at the Academy. Everything seemed like it was going according to plan until she turned the corner to the next set of rooms and saw HIM. Venilia slowly took a step back and shimmied back into the corner. "Okay Venilia, you're clearly losing your mind right now, because there is no freaking way Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad had managed to enroll in the same school as you did." She peered around the corner and yelped at the horror: Alex Freaking West, the Mascot from Wendy's was back to try and beat her this time. "So much for new year, new me."
Said the boy of little words as he pointed up and the conduit of the Speed Force understood he meant the space station.
"Yeah that sounds pretty awesome, we should go and check it out after the Orientation?" Holstering his bag on his shoulder and holding his books in his hands Alexander would turn his head slightly and a glimpse of blonde hair shot into his vision, it radiated divine beauty that outshined everyone else in Alex's sight and it caused him to double-take and look again.
When the headache came Alex was ready, it was always the same, a crushing pain just on the side of his head that came and went in a pattern. It made him want to crumple to the ground but he held on and gritted his teeth, he couldn't sit, couldn't lie down or relax. His eyes would water painfully side and his nose would twinge. He hated it. The same thing happened when he met Juno. The same thing happened when he stepped foot in this school for gifted kids. Like there was something like this before. He dug into his mind for memories that didn't exist.
But he felt something deep within the root of his stomach. Several things. Disgust. Curiosity, and a sense of familiarity. She stepped out into the light, that girl with the blond hair, a thousand shades of gold that made new mosaics each moment in the warm summer air, then the speedster heard her shriek and vanish from sight after looking at him maybe? Or maybe she was lost and the crowd of students was frightening her.
Turning to Francis he would elbow him slightly to get his attention, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go see if she needs help." And against his own free will his legs began to move; driving him forward even though everything told him to run...as fast as he could.
In the opposite direction.
But eventually, he reached the place where he had last seen the girl and if Ven still stood behind the corner, Alex would approach her slowly, then stopping a short distance in front of her Alex would shuffle his books to one arm and wave politely. "Uh hey, I saw you over there, and I couldn't help notice that you looked a little shocked? Are you new to school too?I was just wondering if you needed any help getting around."
Taking a deep breath Alex tried to hide the pain that was continuing to grow in his features. Hammers were being blown against his skull at every moment. But he also realized he hadn't introduced himself to the girl. To Alex Ven was someone he had never seen before. But to Ven...oh boy.
The person who Venilia had known. He was gone, dead, in his place resided someone else. Whether it was for better or worse was to be found out at a later date.
The future could be a funny thing.
The Goddess and the Speed God had clashed....
But what happens when the Goddess meets the man the Speed God had never got to be?
"Oh, I'm Alex by the way He says extending his hand to her, he'd pause for a moment waiting to see how she responded.
"Alex West. Nice to meet you."
Seven seconds. That's all it took to persuade Barbara, just a mere seven seconds. "You're serious? Just like that?"The Dark Angels mother questioned, puzzled as much as she was surprised. "Yes just like that! I finally get to get out of this damn house," in pure excitement she practically yelped towards her mother. "Alrighty then, pack your-"In a flash of Arcane-Mist Barbara appeared before her mother already packed and ready, how this came to be was strange, though for Barbara's mother it was a relief. "-Bag."She sighed.
"Cars in the front, Sir. Sandoval will take you?"
Taking a sharp inhale among the Grand-Mansions Regal air with a snide attitude plastered all over her posture. "Toodles," she waved off Sandavol devilishly as he drove out of the Mansions occupied lot. Now, what the hell now? Strolling towards the Institute gazing upon its large stature Barbara peered every-which-way. There were a lot more kids than she initally thought.
Click-clacking into the large oaken foyer of the lot Barbara scanned the scene for potential rivals. Rivals for what? The top. And only the top.
(this is just an introductory post, and open)
Reed would give his charismatic friend a quizzical expression as he would walk away from the trio of teens, the Miniature Prodigy's eyes following him every step of the way. He would squint and have the corner of his lips curl into the faintest of what could be considered a half smile. A sight that was so seldom witnessed on his generally stoic face that Venilia's obnoxious mouth would surely make some snide remark at his own expense. Turning back to once again face the two students that he had just met with he would find himself standing alone in the parking lot. An observation that had his eyes frantically sweeping the immediate area.
He would slowly, and carefully breath in deeply as he took a moment to assess his own sanity, only to find that he was perfectly sane... at the exact moment. The Explorer of Quantum would simply shake his head as he removed his goggles to clean for a second. "Neurotypicals..." He muttered under his breath, once again acknowledging their strange and random behavior. Put his visual aids on once again, his eyes would lackadaisically glance over the parking lot, noticing a new vehicle pulling up into the increasingly dense lot. His curious proclivities taking over, he would wait to see what kind of student would be entering now.
He peered over with a passive interest as the vehicles sole passenger would step out onto the pavement, the person inside being something of a shock to the Quantum Explore, with a widened eye and opened mouth giving way how he felt about the unexpected turn. After all, Will's long lost sister was the last person that we was expecting to see on that particular day, and certainly not someone that he was any rush to meet. But as his streak of of "unfortunate events" would have it, he would wind up directly her line of vision. A troubling thing to say the least. He would awkwardly look away from her, but by then the damage would be done.
Francis smiled and nodded again as @alexander_west mentioned going up after Orientation. However his attention was quickly diverted when a girl shrieked, he turned his head quickly in her direction and then noticed the reaction of Alexander. Well, notice was about as far as he was sure of. He had an emotional response, he knew that. It wasn't just some random act of concern, the glimpse of the girl they saw, he recognized it. However, Francis was not quite adept enough to understand the exact reason for that.
He said he would go see if she needed help and then headed off towards her. Francis cocked his head with uncertainty on what to do now, investigate, or remain. He heard him speaking again behind the corner and began to walk his way. He stepped nearby, standing so that he stood two and a half steps from them, so that he could see both of their faces.
Watching the way Alexander spoke and what he said. He had nothing to say to the two, only observed them. He wondered just what was up with @spartaca. Why was he acting so strange. Francis was still not extremely good at comprehending every bit of human interaction let alone the wordings of things. He didn't know if he should speak, or remain silent. So he simply remained silent, the thing he did most often.
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