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    Perhaps the delay was her fault, Natasha wondered, looking around. First she showed up in a U.S. Marshals van, then it disgorged a huge pile of luggage. The school had to know who her father was - they were probably going over it again, just to be sure.

    Right, she scowled. Like the Marshals would let her keep the guns and the knives she used to practice Systema with? Did they at least let her keep her épée?

    No, the épée was in the back of the car. At the warehouse. With her mother.

    Dimly she became aware her palms were hurting. Pulling them out of the travel vest pockets, she found her fists were balled so tightly that her fingernails were cutting into them. A hot tear landed on her palm, then another.

    NO! Not here, not now! Using the back of her arm, she angrily wiped her eyes and stormed off, glaring at people to keep them away.


    She found herself in one of the buildings. They seemed spacious enough, and everyone she met looked like they were wearing ordinary street clothes, not uniforms like at Coal Hill. Ahead of her in the hallway was a boy and a girl, she realized they were part of the group she came in with. The girl was handing the boy one of the two bottles.

    Her eyes were red and puffy, she must look terrible. But if there was something Coal Hill had taught her, it was not to acknowledge pain, or the cliques would eat you alive. She held her head up, then gave Octavia and Crane a brusk nod in greeting as she pulled out her platinum credit card and slid it into the vending machine card slot.

    The machine buzzed angrily and spat the card back out.

    Scowling, she shoved it back in, and it just as angrily spat it back out. It didn't want to accept her card...?

    From her messenger bag, she pulled out her smart phone, to text her dad. But to her surprise, it said "No service" when the screen turned on.

    Stepping back, she could see others around them using their phones just fine, so why...?

    The phone slipped from her hand to clatter on the floor as it hit her, her mouth forming a near perfect circle.

    The marshals must have frozen all the accounts.

    She sat down, pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face in her knees, not caring about being in the middle of the hallway. Of course. How... stupid of her not to realize! There would be accounts the marshals couldn't touch, but until her father's lawyers contacted her, she was penniless, like one of the scholarship girls back at Coal Hill!
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    Austin just watched her stare at him. In fact, it was safe to say he was reciprocating the stare. He was silent and still, the same way that a deer freezes in its place once it spots a human, just before it darts away. His hands were at his sides, fists balled so that his knuckles turned white beneath the gloves. The only motion that he finally did make was to squint his eyes as if studying the girl before him. Even as she introduced herself, the boy didn't so much as flinch. The result was of course that Austin was rather unreadable and probably not making the poor girl feel any less awkward. If there was one thought going through his head, it was a sliver of relief that he was not the only one who wasn't very good with social interactions with strangers.

    At long last, he finally moved. It was a simple nodding gesture when she guessed that he was a freshman from the group outside. "I know who you are. You're Frozen Ace's daughter." Austin's voice was soft and very gentle, only just intelligible. With the way that he talked, he didn't sound like a fan of Frozen Ace...then again he didn't sound like he disliked the legendary superhero either. "That would make him your uncle, then, wouldn't it?" He posed the question as he looked at the statue of Dark Abyss. He now looked over at the picture that Abigail had pointed out but said nothing about it. He didn't laugh at the girl's gender misstep, figuring that she had just picked a picture at random and had been unlucky. He instead walked to the two statues and stood before them, gazing at them with curious intent in his eyes.

    "Two brothers, two completely different fates, a Cain and Abel of sorts, you could say." Again, very matter of factly. He turned to face Abigail now. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at being social. My name's Austin. You should relax. You've ran into some good luck. I'm probably the one person who doesn't care who your dad is..." he paused and for the first time showed some emotion, a clumsy half scrunch of his face as he bit down on his lip. "No offense..." He hoped that he hadn't hurt her feelings. "See? I told you I'm not very good with...people." He used to be. There was a time when he wasn't such an introverted person, but that was something that she brought out of him.

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    Rocking back a step when the girl he had called out to suddenly literally jumped into the air Crane mused that this sort of thing was something he had to get used to. In this place there were no normal people, everyone here was likely an Enhanced. So it would pay to be far more cautious than normal, or would it? He should be well off enough here. Everyone should be in the same boat and no one here really knew what they could do yet. 'Sides, acting hostile would bring him far more trouble than just his normal self. There were no normal people here so the usual conflicts were likely to be rarer but far more intense.

    "Ah, thank you." So he instead followed after in the girl's wake with a smile, happy enough that someone was actually helping him after such an awkward start. Normally people were way more closed off about helping someone that just walked up to them. But things were different here for all of them weren't they? In more ways than one too since none of them had to worry about being rejected by normal humans. No matter who you were here you weren't the scariest thing in the area. The teachers had that position on lockdown if the Headmasters were any indication.

    "It really is different, isn't it? For me, at least, it's like an entirely different world. To be here is something that I am very grateful for." Looking around the building as they walked through the hall Crane was able to take in the actual details now that he was paying attention to their path. It looked like a really upscaled version of a campus that was for sure. More eye-catching was the little bits from the students that showed they were Enhanced. Strange features, odd movements, little things that went almost unnoticed but reinforced the image of not normal.

    Speaking of different...Crane eyed his guide and newfound companion, taking in her violet hair and eyes. She could float or something along those lines. He had seen that, but was that everything? The abilities of the Enhanced generally focused on some sort of theme, one that their bodies occasionally changed to reflect. A way for the body to adapt from the classical human form to deal with the new esoteric abilities it was forced to channel. Or so he had read in an article. Not that those could be fully believed, abilities didn't seem to follow any consistent patterns aside from the most general ones. So what were abilities? Or was floating it?

    Shelving those thoughts when they reached the water fountain Crane headed over quickly as he pulled out the small case that contained his pills from his jacket. Gulping down a pair with some water the boy sighed gratefully after the sharpest edge of his pain started to fade after a few moments. It would take a few minutes for them to fully take effect but just the fact that they would was almost good enough. Looking up he was rather surprised when his guide tossed a water bottle at him but he managed to catch it.

    "Heh, it's nice to meet you, Octavia. I'm Crane, at your service." He responded with an eager smile, once what had happened fully registered. Ah, was this what talking to a peer like?
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    She woke in the same cell she had been sleeping in for the last few months. After being acquitted in the trial for the terror attack on the Senator she had been transferred to California as most of her theft charges were there. The trial had ended three weeks ago but she was to remain in custody until the school year started. Her cell was an interesting one in a special wing of San Quentin designed specifically for enhanced people. They had a number of cells designed to counteract the powers of whoever was inside. The one Delphine was in was completely sealed with one way valves filtering oxygen in, carbon monoxide was pumped into a filtration system and pumped back into the cell. There was no way for Delphine to shift into mist and escape. All she needed was the smallest of cracks but there were none in the cell. Everything she needed was passed through a holding compartment which only allowed one door at a time to be opened. Since waking up the room had gradually gotten colder enough it was enough she couldn’t shift. They did this every time she had to leave to make sure she couldn’t escape while the guards removed her from the cell.

    Just a little after four in the morning she was greeted by three guards who placed a pair of metal wrist bands, a pair of jeans, a plain gray shirt, a black hoodie and a pair of sneakers in the compartment. She was instructed to get dressed and put bands on. The guards didn’t turn to give her any privacy but she had grown used to that in the time she had spent in jail. After dressing she picked up the bands, one was cold to the touch while the other wasn’t. Delphine was used to these as well, they emitted cold that would prevent her from shifting. There was a protective lining on them to keep her from getting ice burned, that and the bands alternated every thirty minutes. Whichever of the scientists that came up with this idea must have been quite proud. Once the bands were on she was ordered up against the wall. The cell door opened with the three guards stepping in, Delphine was cuffed and lead out of the prison. The guards accompanied her all the way to a dark gray Crown Victorian car where she was turned over to a pair of FBI agents who put her in the back seat. They didn’t remove her cuffs or talk much and definitely not to Delphine. There were still a number of people that weren't buying that she had nothing to do with the attack, these agent probably agreed.

    The drive from the prison to the school was uneventful and boring. Delphine was glad to be able to stretch her legs. She looked around seeing a number of other students getting dropped off most of them were with parents or friends wishing them good luck. Not Delphine she was escorted to a school admin and pretty much turned over. The cuffs were finally removed but the ice bands stayed. It would be up to the headmasters if she was allowed to go without them when not training. One of the agents handed Delphine a small duffle bag with more plain clothes like she was wear. They also gave her a bank card with limited funds on it. Most of her accounts had been frozen and she was given an allowance to use here at school.

    Throughout the tour Delphine stayed in the back getting an idea of the layout of the campus. She didn’t pay much attention as they walked through the hall of heroes. Sure Delphine know who Frozen Ace was, hell everyone did. Delphine just didn’t get all the hero worship people had, she just couldn’t see the point. Why go crazy over someone you’ll probably never meet? Hero worship just wasn’t for her. It didn’t exactly go with her past occupation as a thief. Delphine just wanted to spend a few years here do her time then leave the US. Maybe she would go back go back to Canada or maybe she would go to Europe.

    When they were dismissed Delphine decided to walk around for a while. It wasn't so much as being curious about the campus as it was just being able to go where she wanted. Without any guards following her or bumping in to fences meant to keep her in. This little bit of freedom was nice. She wandered until she came across some vending machines. There was a girl near one trying to get something but it seemed her credit card wasn't working. Delphine walked up to the machine, leaned around the girl and hit a few buttons then hit the change button a few times. It was a trick she had learned from a friend in high school. He had a job servicing the machines and taught her this to get free stuff. Most of her foster parents didn't give her much spending money and this gave her free stuff. It probably was one of the first crimes she committed. Reaching down she picked up what the girl was trying to get and handed it to her. “Hey looks like it's on the house.” Delphine said, her accent thick. She stuck her hands in her pockets and started walking away. She wasn't here to make friends but never liked seeing someone go without. Not to mention she got a little rush stealing and hadn't really been able to do it in a while.


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    Fin finished his meal with a sigh. The burger was far too greasy, the fries were too salty, and he was fairly sure there wasn't even real strawberries in his milkshake. All in all, a 5/10, would probably have to eat again. Getting up from the table of the cafeteria he brought his container of fries just to snack on as he explored campus by himself. He started thinking about back home, and not just about the superior food. Fin realized he was alone now, no friends and family to think of here. He remembered how hard it was to make friends before, would it be that hard now? Surely not, everyone here had at least something in common, the fact that they were uncommon out in the real world.

    Could he truly count himself amongst them though? True, he was Enhanced, but he didn't really show it. There were those that could shoot gouts of fire out of their hands, freeze people with a simple touch, or throw buses with a single thought. What could he do? Make other people just like him? Well...that's a depressing thought. Taking a deep breath he shook himself out of his stupor and decided to people watch around the eating areas. He noticed that there were a lot of people coming from a lot of different places. Just because they were in California didn't mean they weren't international, he supposed he was living proof of that.

    Another thing that caught his eye was that there weren't many students flexing their powers. Sure, there was the occasional party trick, but he had thought that there would be more that would liked to have showed their powers off, or maybe they were and he just didn't know. He thought about those that could read minds and wondered if anyone was reading his thoughts. "Get out of my head, you pervert," he thought, chuckling to himself at the thought of someone actually hearing that.

    Two people caught his attention at the vending machines. It seemed like one was having a hard time with it and the other was trying to help her out. He smiled to himself, you don't really get to see kindness like that very often. He walked over to them while discarding the empty fry container.

    "Hey, sorry if I'm stepping out of bounds, but is everything ok? If you're looking for food, the cafeteria is open, though I wouldn't recommend the burgers." Fin gave them both a smile trying his best to break the ice.

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    When Austin announced that he knew Abigail was Frozen Ace's daughter, she felt kind of relieved. Not that he knew who she was, but that he didn't seem to care all that much. She expected most people to be annoying about the fact that she was the daughter of the most prestigious superhero, but Austin wasn't. In high school people either wanted to be her friend because of that, or they didn't want anything to do with her. It was nice to meet someone who appeared to be in neither side.

    When Austin posed the question of Dark Abyss being her uncle, Abigail nodded in embarrassment. She liked the idea of being related to Frozen Ace, but ever since she found out Dark Abyss was his brother, she felt embarrassed to be related to the man who caused so much death. She also wondered is she would ever be like him. Sure, she did her best to be a good person, but once upon a time Dark Abyss was like that too.

    Abigail watched Austin as he approached the two statues. The way he spoke of them intrigued her. It looked like he had an interest in the brothers, but when he spoke it was fact-based. Most people had an opinion of the two, but so far it seemed he didn't. When Austin introduced himself he confirmed what Abigail thought. He didn't care about who her father was. She felt like she should be offended, but she just smiled. It really was nice to meet someone who didn't care about who she was related to.

    "Don't worry 'bout it," Abigail replied to Austin's apology. "It's nice to meet someone that doesn't care about that stuff. Most people either think I'm cool because I'm his daughter, or they cast their dislike of him on me. It can be hard to meet new people when they will most likely already have an opinion of me without even knowing me. But it's nice to meet you, Austin." She held out her hand to him, offering a handshake.
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    Ow. Ouch. Wah! Why do you haaate me?” Harper bemoaned, landing on her backside, then taking it one step further and flopping her back onto the grass. Hunter snorted, looming over her. Dork. Nerd. They held their composure for less than a minute before bursting into mutual laughter once more. Harper tossed her hand up, slapping it against Hunter’s as he helped her to her feet. Then tucked her beneath his shoulder and steered them in the direction of the cafeteria.

    They walked with a smooth coordination, Hunter on the left, Harper the right as always. Heads bent close once more, as they half verbally half mentally communicated about the school, their hopes and plans. They were an animated duo, dramatic facial expressions and obtuse gestures, making their way back through the halls. Smiling and waving at the others they passed, never losing the erratic flow of conversation on approach of destination.

    Give me food or give me death!!” Harper chanted bursting into the cafeteria, then wincing when the woman behind the counter flinched. Hunter slapped his hand over here mouth and smiled charmingly at the woman in an effort to sooth. You know that’s not the quote right?

    She’s a monster when she’s hungry… Probably not a good analogy here… What I mean to say is, uh. We’ll just take two uh, sandwiches or whatever you recommend. Something easy really. We’re not pickey…” Harper snickered behind Hunter’s hand when the woman’s eyes widen and she took a slight step in retreat. As he worked on correcting himself the woman regained her composure and quickly whipped them up ham sandwiches, adding sides of salad and a couple sodas to the order. Harper licked Hunter’s palm, causing him to jerk his hand away and take his own step back. The woman slid the tray across the counter, relaxing as she met Harper’s twinkling eyes. “No rush loves, you’ve all day today, pick any seat you like.”

    I promise I don’t really turn into a monster. And if I did, I’d never hurt the person with food.” She chirped, collecting the food and skipping off to a table, Hunter trailing behind muttering and scrubbing his palm on the side of his shorts. She opted for a table close to the doors in order to invite others to join them should anyone else come looking for food.
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    It had been a long, long time since anyone had smiled at him. He was almost taken aback by it and by the warm feeling that the smile gave him. It had been an even longer time since the stone that Austin had called a face cracked and fissured to form any kind of emotional response that was absent of pain, and yet he found himself half smiling back at her. Even if he was out of practice, he had a perfectly nice smile. It was soft and gentle, two words that could describe many of his features if the boy allowed them to be seen. It was quite the remarkable feat that Abigail had opened him up even this much, not that she would know it of course.

    Austin thought that she seemed kind. He felt that he could understand her a bit, more than she knew at least. True, he didn't understand the pressure of living up to the legacy of a legendary hero...or of living down the legacy of an infamous villain for that matter... But, he did know that a normal relationship with a peer would be nearly impossible for her to find, same as him if his secret were to get out. He felt that maybe, just maybe, he had come as close to finding a kindred spirit as he ever had. At the very least, it made the boy feel grateful that this social interaction was going smoothly. He had no intention of making a friend, but this conversation wasn't the nightmare that he had expected it would be.

    Just as he was prepared to breathe a sigh of relief, the girl went to shake his hand. Austin's small smile vanished immediately, leaving the boy to look an absolutely frightful mess. He took a step back in retreat as his face turned very pale. He did his best to regain his composure, but his heart was beating out of his chest. Even under so much clothing, the prospect of taking her hand horrified him. When he snapped out of his thoughts, Austin realized he had just been standing there staring at Abigail as if in a trance. He reached out extremely slowly, very careful to make sure that the sleeves of his oversized hoodie and the sleeves of the multiple shirts beneath covered his skin entirely.

    Austin's leather-gloved hand accepted Abigail's, but not before the boy trembled and shook in terror. He looked as if he might be seizing. When he saw she was unaffected, he let the touch linger in order to savor it. This was the very first time he had felt the form of a human hand on his own since that awful night, even with the safety of gloves. He had accomplished a great many firsts in this single interaction, but he could take no more. He could feel a panic attack coming on, and it showed in every formerly emotionless feature on the boy's face. "I-I-I...I'm sorry...so sorry..." he said in a timid, swift whisper. Austin tore his gaze from her and turned to run away back towards the cafeteria. It could hardly be called running though, as he managed to crash and stumble against every object in his path, including a memorial picture that happened to be Abigail's 'favorite' guy lady hero, as clumsily as possible. By the time he had managed the short distance to the cafeteria, he was crashing into a table, scrambling into a seat, pulling his hood as far down over his face as it could possibly go, and biting down on his lower lip so harshly that he managed to draw blood. He couldn't tell whether Abigail followed him, nor could he tell if he had just surrounded himself with more people. He was in his own world at the moment, and he was praying he could be in any other world but the real one.

    "Breathe....breathe...don't lose control...don't lose control...don't lose control..." he repeated over and over again. The last time this had happened he had blacked out. He didn't like to remember what happened afterwards...

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    It was a rather lovely day, by any accounting. The air had the warm and lazy haze to it that the end of summer often brought, and the overall buzz of excitement complimente it rather than countered it. There was a certain air of anticipation to the courtyard, sparsely populated as it was, as if the very day held its breath in wait.

    Fiera was the first of the students to arrive. If there was one good thing that her Macpherson Grandparents instilled in her, it was to always be punctual. Beyond punctual. And, as they were the ones dropping her off today, it meant she would have plenty of time to observe the other students coming in. That was something her Grammas instilled in her, to know her surroundings and the people in it. Both of them had tasks to attend to back in Safety, so they were unable to be at the school to drop her off, which was slightly upsetting, although she’d never tell them. They did inform her plenty about Trennan Academy over the summer, and helped her construct a new arm over the summer.

    With that thought, the towering girl raised the arm in the air, watching the metal glint in the sunlight filtering through the trees. Her (rather tame) outfit did well to show it off, being a short sleeves blouse of pastel green and (not ripped up) jeans, mostly worn to make her Grandparents happy (first impressions being very important, after all). The arm was one she was quite proud of, it being made of a much lighter metal than her previous models, and contained some extra features for the school year ahead. There were even some flower etched into some of the metal, done by one of the more artistically inclined Enhanced back in Safety as a going away present.

    A rather ominous sentiment, as she did intend to return to her hometown.

    Fiera brought her arm down, and watched as the rest of students began to file in. Her Mcphearson Grandparents had already left, as they were uncomfortable about the thought about being around a lot of Enhanced. She wasn’t entirely fond of that side of them, but they tolerated and showed her affection, which was saying a lot for barely knowing her for most of her life and having to deal with her being very open about who she was. She even got a tattoo of the Macpherson motto and sigil on her right shoulder, which made her Grandmother rather aghast and her Grandfather give begrudging approval.

    More cars began to pull up, and Fiera found herself watching the crowd for all of a minute before she found herself walking over to some of the first arrivals, offering them a friendly smile and helping bring the luggage out into the main square. Most seemed to assume she was either staff or one of the other upperclassmen that volunteered to help for the day (who introduced themselves to her excitedly between helping the other students). She continued helping until it seemed nearly everyone had arrived, and almost missed the entrance of several off the staff members, including one of the headmasters. Headmistress.

    Vampiress. Belinda Littman. A legend, to some. She knew others who held… different opinions.

    Fiera grinned. It was to be an interesting time at the school.

    The short speech ended and the group began their way into the Academy grounds. Fiera waved goodbye to the staff members and upperclassmen she met, and followed along near the back of the group, nearby a girl with short haired and a rather standoffish disposition. In fact, most of the others in the back seemed to be of a similar cut as the short haired girl, either through natural thornyness or simple dislike of large groups of people. They were the people that she had been so present for when living with her Macpherson Grandparents-- but her Grammas had warned her that this place would be more like Safety. She still felt a protectiveness over them regardless, giving a reassuring smile to those that caught her eye.

    The first place they visited was also something her Grammas had talked (as in, joked about endlessly). The Hall of Heroes (Stall of Gyros). Despite this, she still found herself staring at the people on the walls, wearing the same interested grin as before. There were some people that were from Safety on the walls, who had died in the wars from the past. She didn’t know any of their names, but had seen pictures of them on the walls of some of her friends homes.

    The rest of the tour passed without much interest. She recognized on of the nurses in the infirmary as another person from Safety, and waved to him cheerfully. There seemed to plenty of useful facilities (a gym! a library (with reliable internet!)!), and the setting was rather pleasant as well. The last stop was back out in the courtyard, where the second Headmaster (Headmister) introduced himself, as well as one of the students. Daughter of a legend. Daughter of a t--

    Oh, and they were getting free tuition, how exciting!

    Fiera shared a sigh, and even gave a whoop of a cheer with a few of the other students at the announcement. It was one thing that she did argue with her Grammas about, paying for her schooling here. She has some money saved up from over the years, but they insisted, and then her Macpherson Grandparents insisted which only made her Grammas insist more and a blood feud almost seemed about to-- this was good news. She hoped the Academy had already sent out the information to the relevant guardians, otherwise she may not have any Grandparents to go home to.

    With this, they were allowed to venture off on their own. Fiera looked around at her now rather less dismal looking traveling group, nodded slightly to the ones who made awkward eye contact with her once again, and made quick progress away from the main group. Part of her wanted to go and talk further with the Nurse from Safety, but there was something she was more curious about currently.

    When Fiera finally entered the Hall of Heroes (the Nurse, a gentleman named Malik Ghali, had found her to give a brief hello, before hurrying back to the infirmary), there were already two other in there. One of them she recognized as the girl-- Abigail Bartlett-- who had been paraded in front of them earlier. The other was running out of the room, crashing against her right arm (which likely felt like a brick wall to the boy), before running out past her. She looked after him, concern on her face, before looking back to Abigail.

    “Is everything alright?” Fiera asked in her surprising sweet sounding voice, switching her gaze between the second door the panicked boy had crashed into-- then through, leaving it swinging-- and the brown haired girl. “I know one of the nurses here, I could have him help.”

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    Octavia smiled as she brushed a piece of her hair to her side. It was nice being able to talk to somebody new and not having to worry what their stand on being enhanced was. If this was what making friends was like she had no problem trying to make some more. Placing her hands behind her back she slightly leaned on the vending machine.

    "It's nice to meet you too.

    Octavia fixed her bag straps as she tried to get it comfortable again.

    "So...if you don't mind me asking what got you to enroll here? Well you know being enhanced is a given but I know some people who refused to come here."

    This seemed like a odd question but Octavia was genuinely curious. Sure there were the simple reason like learning to control your powers or becoming the very best but for some people it was different. But maybe this was the only place enhanced would really be accepted. Octavia's reasons were conflicted herself, one being she wanted to get strong enough and find her parents. When she found them she wouldn't know what to do with them. That and there was just some things she couldn't find answers too. This world was a strange place indeed.

    "I always thought having powers were a bit odd since I was so used to life without it. But things change and so do people."

    Octavia sighed slightly as she turned away abit. It was true, with power came change, specifically her family. How could her having powers like she did enable someone to lock you up like an animal and prod you with a stick? To this day she'll never know. But even then it was terrifying for her even having powers sometimes. Octavia took out her phone to check the time to make sure they didn't miss the check in but still listening to what Crane had to say. As she gazed back at him Octavia began to wonder. Wonder what his powers were. How complicated were they? or were they straight forward like a lot of peoples. Standing up straight she began to walk down the halls again gesturing to him to come walk with her. He may be her first friend at this big academy.

    "If I can ask, and if you're comfortable with sharing, what kind of powers do you have?"

    She looked to him with interested eyes. Although her experience with enhanced had been horrible she still loved to learn different powers. The world was so diverse and had so many opportunities for different powers that it felt like anything was possible. Octavia ran her fingers through her hair as she looked at it, how different she looked now compared to when she was younger.

    "My power is kind of difficult for me to explain since I don't really understand it myself. But somebody I knew called it Cosmic manipulation. I'm sure you'll see me use it in class if we have classes together. It's easier to see than explain."

    Octavia sighed slightly before brushing her hair back as she scuffed the floor with the heels of her shoes. Though more she thought about her powers the more it hurt her head. Although she started to become nervous again.

    "God what if I asked to many questions? Jeez or maybe I'm being to open. How the hell do you make friends."

    Thoughts raced through her head as she began to slightly panic. She looked down and concentrated on the floor taking deep breaths so she wouldn't have a small panic attack. These seemed to happen way more than before especially since being around large bodies of people. Octavia clenched her fists her nails slightly digging into the palms of her hands. But she finally start to calm down as she reminded herself that everyone was in the same position here. Letting out a breath she let out a slightly awkward smile.

    "Sorry for being slightly weird or awkward, i'm new too the whole making friends thing."

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