=Avengers Academy= (OPEN) V.2

[musicalTrilogist]

(Okay I fell asleep sorry. All accepted! And I've made a decision, as you asked first MusicalTrilogist you can play Loki, it's only fair.
We can now start)

[[Lovely! ^-^ Let's begin, then, shall we? Onward!]]

[musicalTrilogist]

The soaring ceilings of the book filled library made it seem lighter, more open and airy than one would think possible, a technique applied by architects to reduce the feeling of closeness to the walls. Shelves upon shelves marched in towering rows of literary majesty, books lined with careful precision according to genres, authors, and titles, well placed and classy yet comfortable seating positioned in just the right distance and spots to keep privacy and comfort, scattered among the labrynthian booking. Yes. This would do just fine.

Shag carpet that was just dense enough to mute any sound a footfall made bent comfortably underfoot as Loki paced among the parading shelves. The glass walls cutting off the book floors from the surrounding librarium floor kept things still, peacefully silent, a quiet that allowed the mind to wander and think, to expand and meditate.

He could almost hear the pages whispering to him, murmuring their stories and knowledge contained within their bindings.

"Old friends..." His voice - hushed with a soft recognition or remembrance - drifted as he gently placed a finger on the spine of a random book "Though not quite the same... Yet faithful companions still." A moment, he took, and no longer, to reflect on his nostalgic feelings for the written word, before - straightening his shoulders - he again slipped into his cool demeanor, emerald eyes again glinting with the cold glitter of calm amusement and mischief.

As much as he hated to leave, the school was opening, and he would be required to introduce himself to the future students. Two of which, were his own progeny. And unlike his now deceased biological father or his disowned adoptive father, he would not shirk his parental duties or responsibilities.

Such being thought, he turned smartly on his heel and began the walk towards the school meal hall, black overcoat swishing, tasteful green-gold-white scarf accenting his black tie, slacks, coat, and shoes, a crisp white button-up, long sleeved dress shirt beneath and hair smoothed back in his usual formal style.

[chimique,]

Elizaveta jogged to the gate of the school- she wasn't late again,was she? She let out a sigh, and pushed the metal bars back with a click of the top. She walked in, bag slung over her shoulder. She checked the back of her head for her ponytail, and tightened it. It was a new day... And another day to call Noelle Nolly-pop. That was a plus to going to school. Although she had to fight with her mind and the swallowing blanket in the morning. And the warm shower. Of course she eventually she got out, but she regretted it. Well, mostly regretted it.

Shayne rolled his pen between his fingers, leaning against the wall of the building, waiting for one of his friends to walk past. or a teacher who would tell him to get to class, despite how early it was. He did prefer staying out here in the morning, it was cool, and the leaves drifted past his feet, like a flurry of colours. It wouldn't hurt for them to get rid of a bunch of them, but it didnt matter. He liked them. He watched as a figure approached and greeted them with a quiet "Hello~" But they passed. He got up, shrugging. "Bye then."

Noelle kicked her feet back and forth, singing a quiet song, patiently waiting for the classroom to open, her teacher hadn't opened it yet, but he was in the break room. She cradled a hot chocolate to her chest, hoping the warmth would radiate around them, and stop her from freezing. Well, she did know that cold was a bad idea after what happened to dad. His best friend... He talked about it once or twice, and her dad just nodded along. When the doors open, she hurried in, seating herself.

Solveig trotted along the pavement, pacing back and forth, while waiting for her friend. Her friend always had to hide in the office now, didnt he? She huffed. Why wasn't she allowed in? Oh... Right. She had smuggled a paintball gun in before and gotten the lunch ladies back for putting a mouldy bit of lettuce in her burger. Darn, she didnt expect the food to be good anywhere, but mouldy lettuce? No way was she letting that happen. When she decided it was too long of a wait, she jogged along to the classroom where she knew she was going to have to keep a straight face while her father introduced himself to the class.

[musicalTrilogist]

The fiasco at the meal hall - not really a fiasco, to be honest; there hadn't been anything over the top - was repeated (with much exaggeration, he thought) to him about his daughter. The serving women clucked about like hens, gabbering that Solveig had 'shot them with a gun at point blank range, all because of a wilted lettuce leaf'.

Really.

Mortals were so... irksome.

He merely stated that she was her own person, and that he could not deliberately influence her actions since she was so. "I am my Daughter's Father, but her puppet master I am not. She does as she wishes. Rather, if you do not much care for her actions, see what caused them does not happen again." Here, he had fixed them with a cold eye, a warning very clear beneath his... suggestion.

They had quieted then.

That accomplished - for any news concerning his children, he paid attention for - he turned his way to his classroom. He would speak with Solveig, however. As much as he was fine with teaching others their lessons, certain actions had their place.

...

That, and, there could have been a subtler, more sly way of doing so.

Upon arrival at his class meeting place, he noticed his daughter just about to dart in, and so, naturally, he followed, muttering just loud enough for her to hear as he passed her on the way to his desk "Solveig. We will speak after classes are done for the day."

[chimique,]

Solveig pulled a guilty face, ducking to her desk. It was the same one she took every year, just by the window, but close enough to actually hear what her father was saying... Although sometimes that was a bad thing, but it was mostly good. At least that meant she got good grades- She had always gotten nothing below C in her class, despite her sleeping through most of her english classes test preparations last term. She knew exactly why they needed to talk- The lunch lady issue. It wasn't her fault that she got them back for almost causing her best friend to eat mold! She heard some of them even caused hallucinations and fainting spells. By goodness did she need her friend not to eat that, she was the only one to protect from the 'mean' kids. It was mostly about her grandfather, but her friend would just lift her cup, and 'accidentally' spill it on their books. That was why it was good to be friends with a cute little kid. But then again, her friend considered her the cute little kid of the grou- Wait, her desk was taken? By some.... Aspen kid, if the name on his pencil case was right. Without making a fuss, she continued to the row behind it and slipped in. It would be harder to hear, but at least she wasn't right up the front or back-the only seats left. She had a picture of the 'event' with the lunch ladies pasted on her book cover. Yes, it was her little book where she recorded her feelings in, but it was only that needed to make her write down happy. She straightened her posture and placed her pencil on the place next to her book, bag hidden under her seat, paintball gun still in there. On safety mode, but still loaded.

[Legend.]

Name: emma quill
Nicknames:star
Gender:female
Age:15
Description: she has long brown hair, she has blue eyes, she is tan (not blue beacause she has kree dna)
Parents: peter quill (starlord) carol danvers (captain marvel)
Powers: she can breath in space, she can fly, shoot energy blast from her hands, speak many alien languages, turn invisable
Personality: she is kind but if she ever got in a fight she would probably win she is caring and would help anyone in need.
Pets: her name is peacock and her father gave it to her from another planet it is the size of a dog
History: she was born in new york, then her parents sent her to avengers academy
Crush:
Other:none

[nykta]

Amaia Grey

She walked briskly torwards the school and opened the gates. Not with her hands of course, she needed all the practice she could get with her powers. "School again...." She mumbled, not that she was complaining. Her summer hadn't been all that fun. It was mainly just practicing her powers and swimming, no trips or anything. "Meow!" She turned her head to see Ignis, her black tabby cat. It was great that her and Ignis were getting to go to school together.
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Kamirelle Night

"School!" She shouted as she came up to the tallish building. "A place where I can use my powers and not get weird looks!" she said excitedly as she ran into the school. Once she was inside a lime mist rolled around the hallways and her hedgehog , Aspen, appeared on her shoulder and so did a lion cub. "Yikes!" She muttered as she grabbed the lion cub and put it in her bag. She couldn't exactly keep her mentifery under controll, sometimes her imagination was too much.

[Legend.]

emma~crush:open~tags: open
emma walked through the gates her headphones on listening to her dads music. she had to go back to school again after she visited all those cool planets. mewok said her pet peacock, she took her headphones off everyone was staring at peacock. " its ok peacock evryone is just jealous of you" she said petting him.

[salvation.]

Levi

She walked down the hall, she didn't want to go to class. But she had to, she walked into the classroom and sat in a desk and began carving a drawing in it with her nails.

Vicki

She loved school. So she was excited to go back to school. She ran to her classroom and sat right next to Levi. "Hello!" She said to Levi she could at least make a few friends.

[Reflectives]

₪Rowen Barnes₪

Tags; Open

.Ro.
.Female.
.14.

Rowen glanced back at her father, nervous and very unsure. Her interactions with other people apart from her father had been rare- and normally negative. She exhaled sharply and kept walking, as she was new she needed to head to the main office before registration. It was her first day and it seemed like she was going to be late...great.
She stopped and turned around for the last time
"Ro, you'll be fine... and try not to give anyone a black eye on the first day." Her father called out to her, with a reassuring smile.
Rowen rolled her eyes and a small smile crossed her face, she turned around and kept walking with a little more confidence.

Rowen stopped out side where they had said 'registration' was. She took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in quietly. She surveyed the room before walking over to a desk at the back of the room. She put her bag down gently and sat down.

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₪Lacero Thorson₪

Tags; Open

.Male.
.15.

Lacero was out in the school ground, in a tree to be more exact. He lent back against the trunk of the tree before realising he should probably be some where. He let out a low groan and jumped down from the tree.

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₪Lenis Occurro₪

Tags; Open

.Lenny.
.14.
.Female.

Lenis sat in registration, rotating a small ball of shadow. She appeared to be deep in concentration and soon the shape changed from a orb, to what resembled a dagger but it soon dissipated into nothing. She let out a fustrated growl and rubbed the black marks off the palms of her hands before resuming toying with the shadows in the room.

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(Okay I'm not sure how we're going to start this but how about starting at registration? So when everyone has got up and are in one room waiting for lessons to start.
@~*Moonlightflower*~ You need to wait to be accepted before roleplaying, keep that in mind next time.)