Post by omfg on Dec 4, 2014 22:35:30 GMT
Background
*Splat* *Splat* The sound of the rain hitting the giant windows. The sound would be amplified by the vast, empty mansion. To many, it would seem like a empty place, but for Nicholas Lowe, this was home. A unusual rainy week in the usually sunny California, the sound of thunder clapping in the background. I walked into Father's study, since he had just called me. Father was an important man, a genius weapons producer. Filthy rich due to selling "Anti-Super" weapons to a rather scared public. To some, Supers were seen as heroes. To others, villains. My family had capitalized. I enter his office.
"Yes, Father?" I ask.
"Son, I want you to fill this out." Father's voice echoes in the empty room.
"Why, Father?" I ask, curious on what the papers where.
"As you know, these so called 'Super-humans' are developing powers at a younger and younger age, correct?"
"Yes...why do you ask?"
"My sources tell me that they have discovered a exclusive Academy to train these young Supers, and to help them develop their powers to the fullest. Both you and I know what that could mean to both out business, and to the general public."
"...Yes."
"Son. I want you to sign up for this Academy, and learn all you can. All information you provide us will be used to create advanced 'self defense' equipment to sell to the public."
"Yes Father."
"Now here, fill this out. In a week you will be shipped out."
"Anything else?"
"No you are dismissed."
"Yes Father."
Thus ended the short discussion between me and my Father. Hell, that was one of the longest conversations I ever had with him. He was cold since I could remember, but turned colder when Mother was killed. Well...better get to singing these forms.
Applicant's Name: Nicholas K. Lowe
Applicant's Gender: Male
Future Career: Anti-Hero
Affiliation: Solo Hero
School Location: Landon, Michigan
National Power Ranking: Street Level
Personality
-August 28th
Alright, basic transfer stuff is completed, all that's left is to mail this out to the Academy. Not worried however, Father's influences should guarantee my successful enrollment. I was only kicked out of the last one due to "physical violence problems." My mission is to study the super-kids in their natural environment. The countless times I was bullied for not being super-powered. Like that matters now. It's the present, and that was the past. Time to change now. I've only got one week to prepare my stuff. Maybe getting this journal wasn't that bad of an idea. Let's me write down my thoughts.
-September 3rd
Right, so like I said, accepted. No surprises there, to be honest. Bah, time to ditch the diary.
I put my journal down, and decide to get dressed. The usual, red shirt, white jacket. Under it, I have my second skin on, Lowe's newest, and top secret "advanced warfare armor" designed to be worn by regular human beings in the event of a meta-human uprising. Which was bound to happen sooner or later, given the increasing number of people with powers. Father was known for being a genius weapon's developer. Lucky for me, I was able to give them all test runs. Heck, even though I had zero powers, I was able to fight several lower ranked Supers and beat them. Which was good. Anyway, I had a jet to catch, we'd be leaving California tonight, and we would arrive at Michigan at night, giving me enough time to rest.
-September 4th
We touched down in Michigan fairly early. No troubles there, although Father's jets were military grade, so I doubt we would've had problems arriving. I'm in the Academy however. It seems to be how the movies described it. Certain..groups of people hanged out with people of their own kind. It's funny. They think that they're separate races, calling themselves "demons" and "angels". Hell, some kid from the welcoming committee was 100% sure that he was a fish. Bunch of weirdos. Anyway, I have to keep a straight face, and take notes on all of these people. Luckily my suit at least gives off a certain "Super" feel. Enough to make me seem different. Looking at my hands, they seem to be alright. No shaking, which is go- *bump* I seem to have bumped into something. I don't really know what, since my eyes are close. It's so soft though...and smells like flowers..
"Hey watch where you're going! Get off you freak!" A girlish voice shot out below me.
So that's what I walked in to. I pushed my self up, and got on my feet, offering a hand to the girl I bumped into. Wait, the girl was a light shade of green. Weird. Nonetheless, she took my hand, her hand wasn't warm, but felt cold and slimy. Like jello. The girl didn't really pull herself up, she just sort of rearranged her form, and rebuilt herself standing up. Like a said, the super powered kids were a bunch of freaks.
"Uh sorry for bumping into you?" I offered my apologies, although I didn't sound very convincing.
"Yeah, uh-huh." The slime girl nodded, and walked away, paying me no mind.
"Bitch." I utter under my breath.
I walk towards the main building, having to present myself to the director, getting my own room, the whole jazz. I keep on walking, and notice a shadow behind my own. I keep track of it, and continue walking. It keeps on following me.
"What?" I ask out loud.
The shadow formed into a humanoid shape, and shaped into a scrawny looking kid. His skin a light shade of gray, he was dressed in all black.
"You're the new kid, right?" He hissed at me.
"So what if I am?" I snapped right back.
A smokey hand shot towards me, grabbing me by the neck, it pushed me backwards, as if I was a leaf caught in a sudden gust of wind. Smacking against a wall, I let out a small gasp for air.
"Respect your seniors you piece of shit." The cloud of smoke hissed at me again.
I'm losing consciousness, it seems I have to fight back.
"I'm not tangible, do you think I'd just be taken out like that?" My "senior" hissed at me. "I know who you are boy. If me and my goons hold you hostage, your father would pay a high reward, wouldn't he?"
How did he know who my father was? Crap...running..out of air..Must try...new toy
I pushed out my hand slightly, and pressed a button on my palm. Intelligent nano-bots, gotta love them. My palm would form into a speaker system of sort, and began to emit a high frequency vibration, phasing through the intangible body of the Smoke-Guy. I had my personal trainer, Smoke Screen help test this out.
"So, what the fuck do you want?" I spat at the now solid guy. Of course, I was still gasping for air, so I doubt he would understand me.
Seems I wouldn't get my answer, as he dissolved, and bled through the ground, gone and out of sight.
"Damn Supers.." *Cough* *Cough*. I walked to the Dean's office, and got my assigned room.
September 10th
"Lowe, stop scribbling on that notebook and pay attention." Crap. I was scolded by the professor.
"Yes ma'am."
Well, like it or not, I'm going to spend the next 4 years here, might as well try to make some friends.
-August 28th
Alright, basic transfer stuff is completed, all that's left is to mail this out to the Academy. Not worried however, Father's influences should guarantee my successful enrollment. I was only kicked out of the last one due to "physical violence problems." My mission is to study the super-kids in their natural environment. The countless times I was bullied for not being super-powered. Like that matters now. It's the present, and that was the past. Time to change now. I've only got one week to prepare my stuff. Maybe getting this journal wasn't that bad of an idea. Let's me write down my thoughts.
-September 3rd
Right, so like I said, accepted. No surprises there, to be honest. Bah, time to ditch the diary.
Second Skin: Superior Armor (4 Points)
I put my journal down, and decide to get dressed. The usual, red shirt, white jacket. Under it, I have my second skin on, Lowe's newest, and top secret "advanced warfare armor" designed to be worn by regular human beings in the event of a meta-human uprising. Which was bound to happen sooner or later, given the increasing number of people with powers. Father was known for being a genius weapon's developer. Lucky for me, I was able to give them all test runs. Heck, even though I had zero powers, I was able to fight several lower ranked Supers and beat them. Which was good. Anyway, I had a jet to catch, we'd be leaving California tonight, and we would arrive at Michigan at night, giving me enough time to rest.
-September 4th
We touched down in Michigan fairly early. No troubles there, although Father's jets were military grade, so I doubt we would've had problems arriving. I'm in the Academy however. It seems to be how the movies described it. Certain..groups of people hanged out with people of their own kind. It's funny. They think that they're separate races, calling themselves "demons" and "angels". Hell, some kid from the welcoming committee was 100% sure that he was a fish. Bunch of weirdos. Anyway, I have to keep a straight face, and take notes on all of these people. Luckily my suit at least gives off a certain "Super" feel. Enough to make me seem different. Looking at my hands, they seem to be alright. No shaking, which is go- *bump* I seem to have bumped into something. I don't really know what, since my eyes are close. It's so soft though...and smells like flowers..
"Hey watch where you're going! Get off you freak!" A girlish voice shot out below me.
So that's what I walked in to. I pushed my self up, and got on my feet, offering a hand to the girl I bumped into. Wait, the girl was a light shade of green. Weird. Nonetheless, she took my hand, her hand wasn't warm, but felt cold and slimy. Like jello. The girl didn't really pull herself up, she just sort of rearranged her form, and rebuilt herself standing up. Like a said, the super powered kids were a bunch of freaks.
"Uh sorry for bumping into you?" I offered my apologies, although I didn't sound very convincing.
"Yeah, uh-huh." The slime girl nodded, and walked away, paying me no mind.
"Bitch." I utter under my breath.
I walk towards the main building, having to present myself to the director, getting my own room, the whole jazz. I keep on walking, and notice a shadow behind my own. I keep track of it, and continue walking. It keeps on following me.
"What?" I ask out loud.
The shadow formed into a humanoid shape, and shaped into a scrawny looking kid. His skin a light shade of gray, he was dressed in all black.
"You're the new kid, right?" He hissed at me.
"So what if I am?" I snapped right back.
A smokey hand shot towards me, grabbing me by the neck, it pushed me backwards, as if I was a leaf caught in a sudden gust of wind. Smacking against a wall, I let out a small gasp for air.
"Respect your seniors you piece of shit." The cloud of smoke hissed at me again.
I'm losing consciousness, it seems I have to fight back.
Nano-Blade: Standard Slashing Weapon (6 Points)
I focus on my second skin, my under armor, the only reason I'm still conscious. The nano-bots in the suit would extend forward, from my wrist and would form a light green, razor sharp blade. I swung my blade forwards...and nothing. The smoke just dissipated and reappeared around the spot where I should've cut. Crap."I'm not tangible, do you think I'd just be taken out like that?" My "senior" hissed at me. "I know who you are boy. If me and my goons hold you hostage, your father would pay a high reward, wouldn't he?"
How did he know who my father was? Crap...running..out of air..Must try...new toy
Crowd Control: Standard Sonic w/Range & Area Effect (10 Points)
I pushed out my hand slightly, and pressed a button on my palm. Intelligent nano-bots, gotta love them. My palm would form into a speaker system of sort, and began to emit a high frequency vibration, phasing through the intangible body of the Smoke-Guy. I had my personal trainer, Smoke Screen help test this out.
"So, what the fuck do you want?" I spat at the now solid guy. Of course, I was still gasping for air, so I doubt he would understand me.
Seems I wouldn't get my answer, as he dissolved, and bled through the ground, gone and out of sight.
"Damn Supers.." *Cough* *Cough*. I walked to the Dean's office, and got my assigned room.
MMA Training: Standard Martial Arts (12 Points)
It's been about a week since I've joined the Academy. I really haven't seen the smoke-guy anywhere around. Life's been pretty quiet. I had to join a club in order to "fit in", as if I could fit in here. I decided to join the MMA Club, due to my training with my coaches. Luck would have it, that the no one seemed interested in martial arts, so I just spent the majority of time boxing the air, and training my abilities. It was quiet though, so I enjoyed it. Nice, quiet time. Hell, it seemed that all of the interesting things only happened during my first day. Nonetheless, I practiced my fighting styles, and learned some new things by the Second Skin's muscle memory. Basically, all I had to do was plug my suit in, and download any fighting style I would like, and the suit would copy it. Of course, my body wasn't used to the sudden movements, so I flopped around on the ring the first few days. Still. Quiet, and relaxation. What more could you ask?Hindsight: Standard Detective (14 points)
Class was simple enough I suppose. I got high grades on most of my homework. Things where really easy, albeit a bit biased, aimed towards the Super community. The text books skimmed over tragedies brought on by Super-Powers, such as the "Russian Border Massacre", and mostly concentrated on the wonderful AEGIS kicking ass. Typical. Well, my tutoring by the smartest teachers money could buy really paid off. I think the kids envy me. "Lowe, stop scribbling on that notebook and pay attention." Crap. I was scolded by the professor.
"Yes ma'am."
Well, like it or not, I'm going to spend the next 4 years here, might as well try to make some friends.