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[Ranko-twin]

Ϻɩɴɑ Ρɑɾkeɾ

Mina's eyes skimmed across the words of the page but didn't observe what she was reading. She had read it countless times before. One of the downfalls of majoring in being 'The Smart One' is that she was easily bored and the only way to relinquish that boredom was by learning new things...or sleeping, sleeping was always nice. She was just enjoying the weather; she felt like she rarely found herself outside, choosing instead to become a hermit and lock herself up with her experiments. She was not much of a social person and she only really opened up to some of her closest friends...which weren't that many. She had only ever allowed Vendel in her workshop before...which probably wasn't the best idea. Bringing a dragon into an area that was full of interesting and intriguing items that he would want to add to his collection was not good for Mina's sanity.

She felt another presence sit themselves beside her and she tensed up slightly. She hunched herself forward and stuck her face closer to the pages of her book, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear nervously. She peaked up at just the right time to notice the man take a bite out of a plastic apple. She quickly turned away and put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from bursting out laughing. She peaked over again and looked at him more closely. He looked familiar...did she have any classes with him?

She saw him pull out a frozen chicken patty and slowly lowered her book down to her lap to look at him incredulously. What the hell was a chicken patty doing in his backpack? He finally pulled out a single potato chip and ate it pathetically. She smiled softly and shook her head. Clearing her throat softly, she put her book aside and turned to face him more. "Excuse me?" she asked softly. "I happened to notice that you were having...difficulties." She had to choke down a laugh. "Can I help you by buying you some food?"

JayKaruma

[Callie Blackwell]

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!





The easiest way to make her angry was to annoy her. Of course Astrid was used to it, but that didn't mean she liked the treatment. Nor did she have to tolerate it. Not here, not from him. Astrid finished her sandwich first, the silence stretching on as his question went unanswered.
Finally she wiped crumbs away from her face and crumpled the wrapper.
"An apology for cutting me off wouldn't hurt."
She said flatly. "And you took the last banana. I know a hyper intelligent gorilla who will be deeply disappointed by this."


Maxmillion wasn't bad as evil geniuses went, but that temper. She'd probably just avoid him until her forgot all about her. Sometimes being lumped in with endless faceless goons had advantages.

She didn't address his comment on the glare, as much as she would have liked too. Wouldn't have been a point. Besides which, he was just being a jerk for the sake of it. Astrid's glare, while not yet capable of killing a man at twenty paces, or freezing blood in the veins was given plenty of compliments and praise in class. Where, as with most of her studies she was among the top students.


Erratic Rhapsody

[Mkvc]

Vendel Ostberg
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MAJOR: The Dragon xxx MINOR: Sticky Fingers xxx YEAR: 11

A male voice called him by name. What? Somewhat confused, Ven turned away from Mason in order to size up Kevin. Narrowing his eyes, he sniffed the masked stranger. He seemed familiar. He was wearing Lysander-mine’s colors, too. They had probably met before. Probably. Maybe. The dragon never really remembered minions. He tried to at his master’s insistence, but the instinct to ignore them was too deeply ingrained in him. ”I don’t need an escort,” he replied flatly. ”I’m supposed to be blending in.” Having a body guard would make him stand out, would it not? Never mind the fact that he was doing a perfectly good job of standing out on his own…

In a panic, Mason the bunchy haired human hastily surrendered his breakfast and bolted. Long after he was out of sight, the smell of his fear lingered in the air. Ven pursed his lips, pouting. What had he done wrong? He turned his gaze to Not-Warm. She introduced him, like he had expected, then commented on Mason’s behavior. ”Rude, yes. That was rude,” he agreed, not understanding that the statement had been directed at him. ”Who runs off like that when someone is talking to them? I was just trying to eat the-” For the second time inside of a minute, a human uttered his name. Quest Girl accused him of villainy. Loudly. Ven huffed defensively, a small puff of smoke escaping his lips. If this woman ruined his mission with her silly libel, he would ruin her.

Apprehensively Ven gave Christabool, her chosen champion, a slow once over. He relaxed, blatantly writing him off as not-a-threat. Looking him directly in the eye, he scooped another handful of scrambled eggs into his mouth. Do something about it, small man. I dare you. While he chewed, he pondered the idea of a trade. Based on his lack of a response, Bunchy-Hair was not a hero. Ven did not need his breakfast. He did not want it, either. However, he was wary of being ripped off. This meal was his, and baby-faced boys like Chris were not to be trusted.

Suspicious, Ven placed the tray on the ground. Carefully keeping his body between it and anyone else, he stepped towards Chris. He leaned forward and ran his forked tongue over the ticket. ”Why would I want this?” he asked incredulously, wrinkling his nose. ”This tastes terrible.” There was not a lot the beast would not eat, but he preferred actual food to ink and paper. He had never bought a lunch before, so the value of it was lost on him. Visibly disappointed, he pondered the situation. He needed to befriend heroes, right? This blonde had accepted a rather heroic quest. He clearly had some sort of virtuous major. Ven could turn this obnoxious challenge into an opportunity.

Abruptly he reached out and cupped Chris’s chin with clawed fingers. He pulled his face closer to examine it carefully. Yep. Definitely good-aligned! ”I’ll take you instead,” he informed him cheerfully. There was to be no context or discussion. He had already made up his mind.



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"If I can't make friends with manners, I'll make them with force." xxx WHO: Chris and all of those around him. xxx WHERE: Near the Skywalker Fountain.

[JayKaruma]

Mason Blanch
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MAJOR: The Reliable One xxx MINOR: Ensemble Dark Horse xxx YEAR: 4

Mason paused in his search as he heard a voice next to him. At first, he didn't look up. He assumed she must be addressing one of her friends. Hearing her address his situation, however, caused him to turn to her with a bit of surprise. She looked familiar though. Especially her red braided hair. Unfortunately, her name was lost to him as he felt his stomach growling for food.

"Oh...me?" He asked as he tossed an empty banana peel in a nearby trash can. Yet another miss from his wonderous bag. This girl was certainly nice to offer him help, but he really didn't want to trouble her. "Thanks, but I think I have it under contr...OW!" Yanking his hand form his bag, a rather angry looking lobster scuttled out from within. It made sure to snap at him angrily before leaping to the floor and going on his merry way.

Mason glanced from the lobster back to the girl with a not so confident smile. "Under control..." He repeated with a chuckle. "Maybe not, but I think heading to the hero cafeteria isn't such a good idea." His expression was a bit more serious as he continued. "Vendel the Dragon is there for some reason and I doubt it was just to take my breakfast." The thought of his lost food caused Mason to sigh once more. This day was already off to an awesome start.

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Location: On a bench rummaging for food.
Company: Mina Parker

[Chismo]

Axel Guirello

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MAJOR: The Delinquent xxx MINOR: Anti-Hero xxx YEAR: 4


Anger. Anger. Anger. Anger. Less Anger. Less Anger. Happiness. Disappointment. ANGER!!!

That was basically the consecutive influx of emotions going through Axel's mind while waiting on the cafeteria's lunch line that day.

"How the hell do you expect anyone in their right minds to eat this crap?!" he yelled, reaching over the food counter as far as he needed to grab the lunch lady by the collar after finally getting to the front of the line and trying some of the main dish. Don't worry, he had no intention to inflicting any damage on the poor old woman. In fact this wasn't the first encounter shared between the two by far. This old woman was no stranger to Axel's violent antics and didn't let his grip get the best of her. She used her aged, but bulging forearms to grab Axel's collar and pulled her face closer to his until they bumped foreheads.

"Listen here, if you don't like the food then make your own! I don't hear anyone else complaining!" she retorted back to the young redhead.

"Actually I do think you guys do add a little bit too much salt on the mash potatoes." the guy behind Axel on line added embarrassingly. "Yea, and can you guys hurry it up? There's still a bunch of us waiting here." chimed the guy who was behind the first guy. Oh, they did it now. Axel and the old but impressively strong lunch lady quickly turned their attention to the line. The lunch lady noticed Axel let go of his grip of her, and then smirked. She crossed her arms and leaned back, already expecting what was to happen next.

"MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESSES!!!" Axel shouted before raising the bottom of his foot and kicking the guy behind him on line in the chest causing him and the next five or ten guys behind him to all fall like dominoes. Next he was storming off out of the cafeteria just as angrily he had walked in earlier. There was no point in staying in the lunchroom at that point. He knew the lunchlady wouldn't serve him anymore that day, not that he would of wanted the food still anyways. Fortunately, while walking outside he smelled something else. Sniff. Sniff. He pinpointed the direction of the smell to by the entrance. To his surprise it seemed to be coming from a girl he was a little familiar with. Normally the loner would be avoiding her and everyone on that campus, especially her though due to her snoopy personality, but the call for food was beckoning. He stepped up to her and sniffed again.

"Got any food in that bag?" he asked reluctantly. Normally his tone would be more intimidating in nature, but he was embarrassed having to resort to asking someone for help, even if it was only just food. It'd be even more embarrassing if the scent wasn't even coming from her, but Axel was like a dog when it came to food so he was positive enough to ask. While facing her with his body he had his face turned away avoiding eye contact due to humiliation. "I'm assed out for anything to eat right now. Hey, I won't make you delete anymore fighting pics of me if you have anything." 'Tch. I really need to stop making enemies with that old hag.' Axel thought, thinking back to the lunch lady.




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xxx Company: Ivonne xxx Location: Near the School Entrance.

[BlackMageLeah]

Cyrus Valencia
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MAJOR: The Lancer (The Ace) xxx MINOR: Fanservice (Mr. Fanservice) xxx YEAR: 7

Cyrus accepted Lorelei’s hug with a touch of a smirk, before hearing Naida’s issued quest and pulling back with a pained expression crossing his face. “You can’t be serious. You want me to work with him?” he asked his rather fairy-like young friend. It wasn’t that he disliked the Messiah, at least actively, but… he had absolutely no sense! He knew the blond idiot wasn’t minoring in Stupid Good, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he was at least taking a few of its required classes. Maybe a little bit of Honor Before Reason? Come to think of it, what the hell was the Hero taking?

But Chris, as per ******** usual, was already running off into god-knows-what, and that meant that since they were given the quest as a pair, he was now quite firmly entrapped in it as well. Which meant that if Chris failed, he would fail, and that was something entirely unacceptable. And in a quest like this, the Messiah type was absolutely going to fail. No two ways around it. Did he honestly thing that just walking up and trying to make a trade would work? This was a Dragon! Not only was this a Dragon, but it was also an actual dragon!

But when he saw the claws curl around the kid’s face and heard the claim, it then became the time to spring into action for the Lancer. “Wait here for a moment, Naida,” he said calmly, snaking a hand around her shoulders and giving her a quick hug before making his way for the dragon and his reckless apparent partner.

“Hey. Hands off the moron,” Cyrus said firmly, coming up beside the two of them and grabbing the dragon by the wrist. His grip was firm enough that it was easy enough to plant a hand on Chris’s forehead and give him an unceremonious shove backwards and step in to face the dragon in his place. “He’s not available for having, Ven.” Both the Lancer and the Dragon had been at this academy for years now, it would be silly to think they had never run into each other before.

For a moment, Cyrus let his eyes flick back to Chris. “Can you just hurry up and grab the food so we can finish this ridiculous quest?” he asked, his tone impatient. “I’ll keep this guy occupied, so go do whatever it is you hero types do, will ya?”


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LOCATION: By the Skywalker Fountain xxx COMPANY: Lorelei, Naida, Chris, Vendel, Whoever Else Is Still Here xxx OOC: SUPER LANCER POWERS ACTIVATE

[Mistress of the Gale]

Sometimes late at night
I can see the streets like no one else can
There's a lot of things going on here
That even newspapers don't understand



Ivonne Herrmann
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MAJOR: Intrepid Reporter xxx MINOR: Hot Scoop xxx YEAR: 1
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"Got any food in that bag?"

Ivonne looked away from her camera and up at the anti-hero standing with her now. She blinked as if trying to comprehend why he was there. "I'm assed out for anything to eat right now. Hey, I won't make you delete anymore fighting pics of me if you have anything." She shook her head as things started to be understood in her mind. After their last meeting, no one could blame her for being confused at his calm approach.

"Yeah,"she responded finally, "I never eat at the cafeteria, so I tend to have food if you ever need any. I don't mind." She reached into her bag and pulled out a bowl she had been saving for Ven's bribe. It's only one of many he could choose from though. "It's the only not dessert food I have, sorry," she said holding it out to him.

After she handed the food over she shoved her camera in her bag. "And if I'm to be honest, I never deleted any of the photos," she added with a slight shrug.



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LOCATION: By the front entrance FELLOW STUDENTS: Axel OUT OF MY MIND:

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[GothicMade]

►►♔彡The blonde would be hero stood there watching as his offering was checked out, he swallowed and remained perfectly still ... it was best not to move because dragons could sense fear and sudden motions! No wait, that might had been how to train your T-rex ... and how you could track one coming close with a glass of water or something. Oh dear, did this mean that he was insinuating that all giant reptiles were the same?! He felt the need to apologize but kept that bit to himself while wide blue eyes remained leveled upon the taller male. When that forked tongue snuck out, that left Chris blinking more than a few times and with further clarification it was clear that the dragon didn't under the value of the paper, more than likely because he never had to use one in order to secure a meal. "Well, that's because it's ink and paper. You don't eat this..." He began to explain, "You just present it to the maiden behind the counter in the lunch room and..."

Christabool trailed as the dragon reached out without warning and caught him by the chin, his eyes widened and darted towards those claws before quickly turning back up at Vendel. "Ta-take me instead?" He felt his face begin to do a slow boil, that could be taken in a few ways. See, either the dragon wanted to gobble him up or put him in a tower. Now honestly his heroic pride would had rather it been the being burned to a crisp and snapped up route, because the other usually involved maidens and he was not a damsel in distress.

Do you know how embarassing that would be?!
And no mental images of Christabool in a peach colored dress and tiara, thank you very much!

"I'll have you know that I don't taste very good, well...I don't think I would taste good. Which would be pretty disappointing if you went through all the trouble of cooking me and then found I was barely edible even well done." Chris folded his arms over his chest, "And if you meant to kidnap me than I'd be more than a little offended, I mean...dragons don't kidnap heroes and I'd look horrible in pink!" Oops, that last part wasn't supposed to spoken aloud. "Ahem, I mean...how about I just take you out for lunch?" You know that feeling when you've dug a whole deeper than six feet under and all you needed to do was jump into it? Well, Christabool was all over those feels right now. If he had been about to say another word, he never had the chance which was more than likely a good thing at this point.

There came that separation between him and the dragon, Cryus had stepped in and appeared to be playing hero better than he had. Again ... he was being saved during what should had been his heroic exploits, which left the would be hero feeling more like a zero and there was no catchy Disney song to make everything better either. Needless to say that whole 'moron' comment knocked him down a further peg, and then followed up with the sudden push against his forehead which sent him stumbling back a bit before he was able to recover. But the final nail in the coffin was when that impatient tone was barked at him in an order, he felt a pang of something that didn't often rear it's ugly head but hey...even the nicest of people have their limits.

"How about you take the lunch to the student, hm? You know, something you could had done while I had Mister Vendel's attention on me." He stood his ground, speaking in a firm tone. "This is a time for diplomacy, not false bravado and spotlight stealing antics." The would be hero proceeded to walk in the direction of the tray, however rather than following orders and rushing off to make the delivery himself - he turned and returned to where the pair stood. "Mister Vendel and I were in the middle of negotiations, and he has yet clarify what his intentions were." Chris kept his gaze leveled upon the Lancer as he went on, "Now before this breaks out into an unnecessary duel, could you please take this to it's rightful owner while I finish here?" He tried to reign in his personal feelings and managed to polite smile as he pushed the tray in Cyrus' direction, "Then we can consider this quest fulfilled."

And God knows he needed those points, all 50 of them if he was lucky!◄◄

.....................THE SIMPLE ACT OF CARING IS HEROIC.

►► ♔彡 Location: Still at that tree~! || With: Lots of people || Out Of Curiosity:

[Ranko-twin]

Ϻɩɴɑ Ρɑɾkeɾ

Mina tugged at her braid nervously as he finally seemed to acknowledge her. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as he pulled out a banana peel from his bag; at least he threw it aside and it didn't try to take a bite from it like that plastic apple. She smiled gently as he tried to gently dismiss her offer, but before she could say anything, she was startled by his sudden cry of pain. She looked at him questioningly and then let out a short scream. "AH!" He just pulled a live lobster from his bag...and it did not look happy. She pulled her legs up close to her as it scuttled past, hoping not to incur it's wrath.

She watched the little demon leave and then gave the man a look, her eyebrows up to her hairline. She almost questioned why there was a lobster in his bag but she knew that was probably a lost cause since even HE didn't seem to understand why it was in there. She choked out a laugh. "Yeah, I can see that you have everything under control," she drawled out sarcastically.

Her interest was piqued however when his expression suddenly changed to that of seriousness. She leaned in closer, interested. "Why?" she asked curiously. But she straightened up immediately when she heard his response. Ven stole his lunch?! Her eyes went wide and even though she knew that it was bad that Ven do something like, she had to choke down a laugh. "I'm sorry about him. He doesn't know any better..." She sighed and quickly hopped up to her feet, books resting on her hips. "I insist that I buy you a new meal; I mean, it was my friend who stole your first breakfast in the first place." She giggled and winked. "And I won't take no for an answer."

JayKaruma

[Chismo]

Axel Guirello

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MAJOR: The Delinquent xxx MINOR: Anti-Hero xxx YEAR: 4


Happy.

For a quick second his face lit up before he started to stuff it with the insides of the bowl. Fortune seemed to be in his favor at that moment. Axel was even more of a delinquent when he was hungry and if Ivonne hadn't of had food he probably would've resorted to terrorizing any beat up-able bystander within their proximity.

"And if I'm to be honest, I never deleted any of the photos,"

"Why you -nomnomnom- sneaky -nomnom- snooping -nomnomnom- horrible -nom- sonuva -burp!-" Axel tried saying without taking any breaks from eating. He burped as he finished everything presented in the bowl. "Ahhh." he sighed in relief before passing back the bowl and leaning back against the wall next to Ivonne. 'That'll do for now'. Axel then proceeded to light a cigarette he got from a pack out of his pocket. He wasn't as full as he'd normally strive for, but it was enough to keep him from going through his food withdrawal. He peeked over to the girl with his peripherals. Maybe she wasn't that bad afterall.

"Well if you won't delete those pics then I guess we're even and I don't have to say thanks. Don't expect anything nice from me in return." Axel said, this time coherently, and with his normal abrasive demeanor. He didn't like owing anyone favors. His attention then veered to the direction of a group of students by a tree. Being a delinquent he was able to sense fights and high tension situations like he had a radar for them and he could definitely see the makings of a potential confrontation was going on. "No wonder you chose this spot, huh." Axel didn't care about altercations he didn't think involved him, but this looked a bit interesting so he slightly smirked, taking a drag of his cigarette, as he decided to watch with her for the moment.






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xxx Company:Ivonne xxx Location: Near Front Entrance

[Mistress of the Gale]

Sometimes late at night
I can see the streets like no one else can
There's a lot of things going on here
That even newspapers don't understand



Ivonne Herrmann
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MAJOR: Intrepid Reporter xxx MINOR: Hot Scoop xxx YEAR: 1
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Ivonne raised an eyebrow as she watched and tried not to smile. Guys really enjoyed food it seemed. She could understand of course. "You should be more careful. You could choke while you're attempting to insult people while eating," she advised with a soft chuckle.

"No wonder you chose this spot, huh."

Her eyes wandered back over to the tree, and she laughed. Quickly, she pulled out her camera and snapped another shot of the scene that was turning down a different course. "Believe it or not," she began before looking at him again the tip of his cigarette glowing, "I was here to bribe Ven into an interview. He stopped there." She smiled and snapped a shot of Axel just standing there. Ivonne pulled it up to review and nodded moving to show him.

"So photogenic."



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LOCATION: By the front entrance FELLOW STUDENTS: Axel OUT OF MY MIND:

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[the blue bomber]

This is not my home.
It's where I'm locked away!
It's in my design.
It's not my circuitry!
This is not who I am!

Well, Kevin's original plan fell apart pretty fast. However, with all the attention on Ven, he'd been all but forgotten. He briefly wondered if he should help him now that there were heroes looking to punish him, but... Honestly, Ven himself might kill him. Besides, those heroes were strong, and he couldn't even cheat here: he didn't have a shotgun, he didn't have any special circumstance to take advantage of, and he sure as hell didn't have a plan. Given all the variables, he was out of there. He'd come back if he was called for, but he sure as hell wasn't gonna be much help. So he walked off, looking for somewhere to be for a while, maybe a nice place to sit down and finish that protein shake. He knew that the villain's side was a bad place to be, but where else could he go?... He knew one spot on neutral ground, but he wasn't sure if it was a good idea right now. After all, he couldn't go WITH anyone, and if he were followed, he'd be in trouble. Still, he was pretty sure no-one was watching him... He had that vibe while he was still with the big group, but now he was a good distance off. No-one paid minions much mind, so he wasn't much more worried than usual. He still made sure to beat around the bush a lot, and take a nonsensical route just in case. turn into the neutral building, walk down a hall, turn out of it, back in again, and eventually he found himself where he needed to be: the courtyard. It was pretty unassuming, with the only feature being a hedge 'box' with a door-sized gap in each side. Most students avoided it, with good reason: It was a magical hedge maze. It was once a part of hero training, but eventually became a part of most intellectual curriculum. The point was different for each side: For video game heroes, it was about puzzle solving and thought. For villains, it was about learning level design, and ways to confuse a hero: very useful stuff for building evil fortresses. Kevin's first step was to walk in via the south-facing 'door' and take a deep breath, looking at the statue in the center for a moment. It was supposed to be some goddess or somesuch, but he didn't know who. It could've been any pretty woman, he supposed. But the point was that he was now in the very center 'box' of the maze, which was set up a bit too much like the lost woods for the tastes of many heroes. You had to take one of many winding and nonsensical paths to reach an exit. Sometimes the only way to progress was to double back! However, one secret that many students soon discovered was a series of secret one-door areas. They were the only permanent spots aside from the center and the exits, and they took ages to get to. Mainly because one had to go all the way to an exit, then in any wrong direction to return to a different version of the center.

"NEWS... DULL... WEE... 'sup."

He said to himself, and the second statue. this one was the same goddess as before, but instead of serene and graceful, she seemed mischievous. Really, it seemed like she'd just told the setup for an excellent joke, and was about to deliver the punchline. She was your only signal that you weren't in the original center, and if you went in the wrong direction, you'd be dumped at the original. So Kevin went onwards, headed to a secret room that no-one but his own kind knew. Its secrecy was something that many minions admired, and it took a lot of integrity and smarts to keep it that way. More than a few who'd rat it out were killed before they got the chance, and everyone who knew of it was expected to one day find another that they could trust with this secret.

"Gentlemen..."

He said, entering the sector, and gazing upon the statue within. It was built by the members of a quirky minion squad who'd been forgotten. maybe they were dead, or maybe they were lucky enough to be in a kid's show. In any case, he stared upon each of the three figures depicted: The Stormtrooper, covering his fellows with a blaster in hand. The goblin, trying to say some poignant final words as he died from the bullet holes and arrows in his chest. The Nazi, crouched over him and calling for aid as he tried to save the poor creature. Kevin had no idea how those brave minions did it, or even entirely why. It had a bunch of names, too. Minion's memorial, some said. Others called it the Dark soldier's stand. A few preferred the Henchman's finest hour. Minion's memorial seemed far more appropriate for the structure, cast from the dull bronze that many insisted had always been there. Though many debated what it was about, most of those in the know thought It was about how no matter how hard you tried, minions were made to die. Kevin came here to think sometimes, to ask whether or not he could make it, and what he'd do when he did. Would he be the man on the ground, bleeding out his last? Would he be calling for help, or covering his fallen friends? Or would he be the hero who shot them? Dark thoughts at times, but it helped him keep perspective: Lives mattered, no matter how insignificant they might have seemed. He didn't want to become the big bad who callously sent minions to die by the hundred-fold. He didn't want to be the blood-stained hero who killed them all, either. He wanted to be important, but he couldn't forget the person he was now... Dying might be bad, but graduating under Lysander could be infinitely worse.

Location: ???
Status: ???
Currently with: ???

[Ranko-twin]

Ϻɩɴɑ Ρɑɾkeɾ

It wasn't until after she saw the reaction from him that she realized how strange is must sound for a girl who was only 5'6" to say that she was friends with a man-dragon that was over six feet tall. She rubbed the back of her neck, laughing a bit awkwardly as he described Vendel as a people eater. She shrugged helplessly. "I don't think I've ever seen him eat people...mostly just cakes." She had a weird feeling a deja vu while she was spending time with this mysterious man. But why...Oh, probably because the first time she met Vendel he had stolen her food as well. "He means well," she said, albeit a bit pathetically.

She grinned mischievously at him mentioning that he would pay her back. "I'll hold you to that, then." She fell into step beside him, looking up with interest as he introduced himself. "Mason Blanch..." she said, letting the name roll off her tongue. She nodded as she remembered the name with the face, and smiled at him. "That's a nice name. I'm Mina Parker."

After the introduction of their names, there was a silence that fell between them. Mina wasn't quite sure whether it was a comfortable silence or not. But she did notice how Mason's eyes wondered over to her. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow curiously, until she realized where his line of sight was going: her badge. It was then that she had found his badge as well and realized that they were both side characters. That should explain why he was so familiar.

Then suddenly he asked her a question. She looked down at the books she was carrying. Only one of them were fictional, the rest that she had were textbooks. She should be thrown off by his sudden question, but then again, she wasn't all that surprised either. She shrugged again, readjusting the books on her hips to sit more comfortably. "I guess you could say that," she said, nodding in confirmation. "It's all apart of my major...The Smart One," she said, before he could ask.

JayKaruma

[Mkvc]

Vendel Ostberg
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MAJOR: The Dragon xxx MINOR: Sticky Fingers xxx YEAR: 11

What was that smell? Ah, more fear. Vendell watched Chris’s expression change, wondering just what kind of hero he was supposed to be. He had a frightening presence, sure. When he was in his dragon form, weaker beings who failed their will saves would literally flee in terror. That class ability did not work in his lesser form. All he had done was touch him, so why was he getting flustered? Confused and frustrated, Ven zoned out as the other started to ramble about not tasting good, being offended, and pink. His gaze wandered off to the side. He clearly was not listening. Only the word “lunch” caught his attention. Oh. They would have lunch together. That would be perfect.

Cheerfully, Ven opened his mouth to respond with a simple “okay”. Before the agreement left his lips, fingers fastened around his wrist. Cyrus pulled his arm away. Then he shoved the pretty boy back, calling him a moron. Even the dense reptile knew that was not a nice name. For a long moment Ven stood speechlessly. He could not quite process the fact that someone had dared to get in his way. Cyrus made a much bigger mistake that returned him to his senses. He ordered Chris to grab the food.

White hot anger burned through Ven’s system. He did not want the food, but it was his. If they gave it to Bunchy-Hair they would be stealing from him. Not even Lysander-mine could get away with messing with his loot. Chris tried to reason with him. Ven could no longer hear him properly. Instead, he was fixated on Cyrus’s grip. Normally, he would have lashed out at them both by now. He liked Eye Candy. He was nice to look at. He liked this new blonde, too. His orders were to befriend heroes, not slaughter them. He should not kill. Not yet. Not now. Then what in the world should he do?

“Rightful owner”. The simple phrase pushed Ven over the edge. He was the rightful owner of that meal. Him. To imply anything else was an intellectual theft. Humans should not steal from dragons. A growl erupted from his chest as he wrenched himself free from Cyrus. ”Pretty things should be seen, not heard,” he asserted sharply. ”Once you start talking, you lose your appeal.” The air around Ven rippled in warning. His polymorph was broken. His body began to change. In seconds, he was a true beast. The sight of him scattered minor characters in droves.

”I was willing to cooperate with your friend,” he hissed lowly. Rearing up on his hind legs, he seized the tray in front of Cyrus. His claws took a large chunk of earth with it. ”Was.” Using his remaining free hand, he wrapped his talons around Chris’s waist. Trade or no trade, he was claiming his side of the deal. ”So this is your fault, not mine.” He arched his spined back, gathering his strength beneath him. With a powerful stroke of his massive wings, he launched himself into the air. The resulting gust sent clouds of dust everywhere on the ground below. Ven did not like the situation, so he simply abandoned it.

Once he was a few hundred feet up, he stopped to hover. He had not thought this through all the way. Transforming in public and kidnapping a hero definitely did not qualify as “keeping a low profile”. How was he supposed to complete his mission now? After a long pause, he remembered Chris. ”We are having lunch,” he explained succinctly. ”Without Eye Candy.” After another pause he added, ”You are not completing your quest.”


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"Lysander is going to be disappointed in me..." xxx WHO: Chris. Yoink! xxx WHERE: The skies above the Skywalker Fountain.