I forgot 6, so I’ll put it here.

6) I think that her biggest mistake was letting everyone walk over her. It allowed the stepmother and her daughters to feel a sense of power, like they could walk over anyone. I think this proves that being kind is always a positive, unless it’s belittling yourself to do so.

I think it’s based on an old Hawaiian tale, so yes and no. It’s not an English fairytale, but there might be different versions of it, like the Egyptian Cinderella.

she is not Hawaiian or NZ. i looked it up

@Anadilisawsome76, I looked it up, and the film is based on Polynesian and Tongan culture, which is why it’s one of Disney’s more ambitious films.

If that counts I’m reevaluating too!

Something

in the movie, within the first five minutes, she fell into a pig pen and kicked and screamed until someone helped her out
lol i don’t really like dorothy because I played the wicked witch of the west in our school play

Well, I basing this off of the book, not the movie

Do you animate, @slushiix?

@Iceangel What do you mean specifically ‘Animate’? I Do Animations On My YouTube Channel But Nothing Professional Also Is That Uh… Relevant? 🙂

I agree whole-heartedly. She never did flirt with the line between ‘villain’ and ‘monster’. She was just a complete monster.

No one else gets why I love Bellatrix. Bellatrix is awesome and for some reason the world disagrees. Probably ‘cause she killed Sirius… but still. Bellatrix!

As much as I don’t like her for killing Sirius she’s badass so I have to agree

WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, SLOW DOWN! Here I am ranting about how I like Sirius and don’t like Bella and you just waltz in and say she’s your favourite?! AHHH

well this looks concerning hi everyone
*steals some of Maddie’s popcorn*

Not really, considering I kinda already knew that part but y’know, oh well. Honestly, I don’t mind which side you’re on, but if you ever do switch to the Nevs for even a little bit, which you did, you fall under Nev laws, which include punishment for giving the other side info. As some of the Nevs know, I did hold back on giving you the plan,…[Read more]

because, and I’m quoting what you said here, “Because you haven’t technically switched sides yet, you’re still able to be on their doc.” which means I was never technically on your side.

True, though that was mainly said so I’d have an excuse for not giving you the plan without you knowing I knew. And technically the fact that you were giving us info says you’re on our side at the moment therefore falling under Nev law. Any other reasons?

That’s the shifting the goalposts fallacy. She gave a perfectly applicable reason, so you can’t just ask for another one without refuting her statement. Which you didn’t do. Your own words are against you

I see a fallacy, I jump. I would argue that she was on her own side by giving you the info. She could choose to do whatever she wanted with all of it, but you were relying on her. Therefore, she was on no side.

Well, considering she said she was on the Never side, then the Ever, you could argue that. However, I wasn’t exactly relying on her. Her giving me information was cementing my ideas of a few things. (that I can’t say since everyone here is fighting for the Evs as far as I know) Plus, her being on her own side isn’t really possible, seeing as she…[Read more]

Ah, you’ve joined the party! Finally!

woooo what’s poppin broski

I honestly didn’t think of that because of braces on me but y’know, alrighty then. You remember our bet, I presume?

Great! SO now we just need Zeze to plead her case before things can get u.gly!

can’t wait 😐

Always? Is that the reason you signed up for classes as an Ever?

Kinda like the current moment?

What’s the bet?

Noodles are yummy.

The bet: Eliot thinks Ramen can’t go wrong. I told him they totally can. But anyway, I guess since that all you wanted to say Eliot, we can get started. *I take a syringe with a needle point at the end and inject the liquid in it into Grace and Zeze’s necks, rendering them unconscious. I then grab a blow dart thingy mabob and shoot a tranq dart…[Read more]

*I dodge the dart, having bitten through my restraints*

Can I sleep talk?

Of course you can sleep talk, that’s how everything gets done at SGE XD

What?

Yeah, what now? A tea party?

Can I leave now?

Once you pick a side

What were you going to do?

Hey, how wrong would it be for me to let one of you go and not the other? You can wait till Zeze picks.

… fair.

choose quickly. these straps are chafing my skin.

… that would have been a better idea, yes.

my skin is being chAFED

flip a coin, use a random name picker,, just do sOmething

ooh, do tell.

probably

Hi!

You can do a mix of both

ok thanks

Oh, blood!* I circle the deer, producing images of its family dying, it’s babies being roasted and fed to prisoners and sounds of deer waling as they burn. The deer bucks wildly, traumatized. I skip up to the deer and produce a flaming hot sword. I cut out its eyes and toss one into my mouth. I rip open the deers back and yank out its spine, I…[Read more]

No no, it’s a good question. Deers are animals and you need to hunt to survive (anyoldies get that reference, specifically you Shadow?) And honestly, meat tastes better when it’s suffered. (trust me on that, it’s true)

(oh fudge, stop making me feel bad about that rp. I already do. It never startedddddddddd… Though those characters were so good.)

Either, you can pick

Tomorrow

(Maddie’s OC is a girl)

(Omg I knew that why did I put boy thank you)

(Lol)

I survey the halls. I wonder if anyone thinks I’m a guy, with the new haircut and all. I take a bite of the pop tart and turn to see…Idon in a Nissan? He’s never gonna hear the end of this one.

I notice a girl with a cute pixie cut standing near the entrance, looking at the Nissan. Perhaps she is disgusted by it as well, although she looks it with some familiarity… Ah. They must have some sort of relation. Not siblings… best friends? Cousins? Ah yes, Thor had a brother. Loki. This must be his kid.

(oooo snazzy in a scary way)

(more like Xavier and Jean are over protective XD)

I climb out of the car after waving goodbye to my family, looking around. The school is rather grand, and my cocky smile tells that I’m proud I got in. I look around at the students and I brighten when I see a familiar face. “Kris!”

Another girl walked in the door, and I immediately felt the power radiating from her. This girl was like no other. She was dangerous, but powerful. For a second, I was scared. then I remembered I could pluck her soul from her body without thinking, a reassuring thought.

I looked around. This was very different than my school in Vietnam. Everything was different. And people weren’t wearing the same things. And I was still concerned that the girl with short hair ate the stale cake.

The girl was a mutant with psionic abilities, I realized. She probably wouldnt be able to break the block, but I had to be cautious. I heard shouts, and figured out that pixie cut was Kris, and the blond boy seemed to be nicknamed Blondie. Go figure.

The girl eating a stale cake called out to someone. A blonde boy, they looked similar. There wasn’t many blondes in Vietnam, at least not in my village. I squinted, looking all around.

I turned to a girl that seemed to be eyeing me. Feeling awkward, I lifted my left hand to my temples and became cloaked, so she couldn’t read my mind nor see me. Awkward wasn’t really my thing.

The girl I had been watching disappeared. Curious. She was intriguing. I may not be able to see her, but I could easily hear and smell her presence. I walked toward her.

I look around. Three more people catch my eye. A girl with fiery red hair…dangerous. Another girl with brown hair…also dangerous. A girl who’s looking at my pop tart like it’s a bomb…probably also dangerous. Everyone here could be and most likely is a threat. Well, what else is new?

(this is why I love kris lmaooo)

“Yeah, I did. What’s up, ‘***?” I grin, sauntering over to my cousin.

c.uz (??)

“The sky. What else?” I deadpan, then mess up his hair with a grin. “I sorta missed you as well. How’s your sister?”

I stood by the lockers, just standing there. Everything was so foreign, and new, and this was weird.

I look over that the girl near the lockers. She seems…overwhelmed. Kris, you’re gonna be a nice person for once. I wave her over with a small smile.

I blink at the girl, and start walking over, shifting my backpack again. I give a small smile and try not to look like a deer caught in headlights.

I cocked my head, surveying this girl. Threat Level: Midnight. (SOMEBODY GET THAT REFERENCE).
“Hello.” I said stoically.

(THE OFFICEEEEEEE)

“Hi.” I say, studying the girls face. Her emotions were dry, just plain serious like my own, but she had something blocking off her thoughts from other people.

“Sorta?” I scoff, holing my arm around her. “Eya’s fine. Still a little ball of insanity, but fine.”

“When is she not? Defacing more property?” (Your chapter reference from the og op) I snicker. “And fine. I missed you. A lot.”

“She sure is.” I sigh, before grinning at her. “Aw, I knew it.” I ruffle her hair in payback. She’s the only one that’s allowed to touch my hair.

I blink at the girl, and start walking over, shifting my backpack again. I give a small smile and try not to look like a deer caught in headlights.

I glare at him and smooth out my hair. “Don’t touch my hair. It was just cut and it actually looks nice.” I smile at the girl I waved over. “Hello, you are…?”

“Vanya Brandt.” I try an American accent, but I still have a hint of a Vietnamese one. “And you?”

“Do I know her?” I ask Kristal in a whisper that isn’t a whisper because I have a naturally loud voice.

So she wasn’t going to reveal anything quickly. Clever. “And who might you be?”

“You do now. I’m trying to make a friend.” I whisper back, in an actual whisper. I stand up tall and give a small smile. “I’m Kristal Rose. This is my cousin, Idon.” Nobody needs to know my lineage, if they don’t already do.

“Kristal Rose and Idon.” I say it slowly, nodding to myself. “Nice to meet you.” My eyes go back to the stale cake.

“Hey.” I offer the girl, Vanya, a smile and see her watching the Pop Tart. “Ooh, got any more?” I grin, digging through my cousin’s backpack.

“Here’s some Midgardian gold.” I hand them both one. “And, Blondie, don’t dig through my bag. My daggers are in there. Wouldn’t want you to lose a finger.”

“This is gold? Why did you eat it?” I was alarmed, holding it at arm’s length away from me.

“The true good of Midgard.” I sigh, biting into the Pop Tart. “I don’t lose fingers. You know I’ve had many encounters with sharp objects. Look at my hands.” I waggle my fingers at her.

I was horrified. “Why are you eating gold? Don’t you use it for money? What is your teeth made from?” I looked at their mouths.

I laugh. “No, Vanya, it’s not gold. I mean that it’s really good.”

“Metaphorical gold, I suppose.” I squint.

“Oh.” Blinking at the ‘Midgardian Gold’, I bring it closer and sniff it. “What is it, exactly?”

“It’s like a flat, crunchy cake with perfection in the middle.” I sigh contently, stuffing the rest of the Pop Tart in my mouth.

“It’s a flat, cookie like thing frosted with, well, frosting and filled with either a jam or custard.” I explain. “Along with what my cousin said.”

“Hmm.” I nod, then shrug, biting into it. My eyes immediately widen and I eat the rest of it diligently. “Ôi trời ơi!” I exclaim, grinning.

“Do you have more?” I grin excitedly, eying her backpack.

“Oh, yes, more.” I nodded vigorously. “These are one of the best things I have ever had in my life!”

I shove the bag into his arms. “I brought a whole pack. Just don’t tell my dad. I may or may not have forgotten to mention that I took them.”

“Aren’t they good?” I grin at Vanya, pulling two more from my cousin’s bag. “Sly.” I punch Kris’s arm.

(also btw I’m about to go to dinner so I won’t be able to come on much until like 8/9 CST)

“I would give my soul for more of these,” I tell him seriously, grabbing and eating more.

(Alright) I take out my daggers from the bag and secure them on myself. “I don’t trust you with those, both the pop tarts and the daggers.”

I laugh heartily. “We’ve converted her. So you’ve never had a Pop Tart before?” I inquire.

“Excuse me, I have missed out on this food for my entire life.” I bit into one viciously.

“Nice to meet you.” I nod my head. “A mutant, I’d assume? Psionic abilities, among… other things?”

“Didn’t catch your name.” I said, guessing she may be daughter of Gamora and someone else based on her looks. Not being able to read someone’s thoughts is weird.

“That’s because I didn’t give it.” I smirked, debating for a moment. This girl could make a good ally… or a dangerous enemy. “It’s Xyanna.” I said finally, trying to deduce this girls lineage.

“Cool.” I say, studying the girl some more. Adrianna could tell this girl wasn’t at the Academy but couldn’t quite place her. Gamora, for sure, the features said it all, but she didn’t feel like prying into her head, especially on the first day of school.

“So, how did you get here? Parents drop you off?” I asked casually, knowing that the question itself was anything but casual.

“Got dropped off, you?” I asked, refraining from saying anything she didn’t need to know.

I shrugged. “Walked.” No sense in her knowing I had flown a starship in, which was now cloaked in an empty parking lot nearby, and walked five blocks to get here.

“So, who did you train under?” This girl is good, really not giving away anything. It only increases my curiosity, however, and I can be quite persistent when needed.

“Old friend. You?”

“Different people. Different places. Around.” I started walking down the hall, gesturing with my head for Adrianna to follow. I was leaving the decision up to her.

I shrugged, following the girl silently.

I smiled. An ally, then. “So, what made you come to this school?” I knew my answer.

“Hello…other person, who’s name is…?” I eye the boy that’s approaching.

“Hi. This is Idon, and I’m Kris.” Wait. I’m being social today. What’s going on? “And this is Vanya.”

“Hello! I’m Vanya! Midgardian Gold!” I smiled happily and eat another one

“Pop tarts.” I translate. “They truly are one of the greatest things in the nine realms. Would you like one?” I hold one out, trying to be polite.

I got a heart attack. “Pop? Do they explode?” I looked down at my stomach in concern and then as Kris. “Have you poisoned me?”

(I swear someone should talk about pop tarts calling them ‘Da bomb’, preferably near Vanya)

(I will laugh)

“They’re the bomb!” Someone laughed, passing by them.
“Pop, as in you can just pop them in your mouth. Am I really that untrustworthy?” Scratch that. Wrong question. I am.

“Bomb?” My eyes widen and I grab Kris’s shoulders, my nails digging into her. “How do I get it out? Will I be okay? You guys ate it, too! Here, I’ll help get it out.” I knee her in the stomach. “Did that work?”

I scowl and punch her in the face, shoving her off of me. “Don’t you dare touch me.”

My head snaps back, and I tilt my head as I will myself to heal the bruise on my face. “I’m confused.” There was annoyance, so I take a step back. “My apologies. I just don’t want to explode.”

“You won’t.” I sneer. “Pop, as in you pop it into your mouth.” I will my daggers that I summoned away and study her face. “So. You can heal.”

I am still very confused, but this is not a good time to make enemies. Nodding slightly, I put up my hands, which is good anyway, in case I have to move quickly. “Yes, I do.”

“Rather quickly, might I add.” I pause to think for a second. She seems like a pacifist. Though, is anyone what they seem, other than Blondie, the stereotypical popular ****? “Who are you, Vanya?”

*j.ock

Pursing my lips, I weigh my options. “I’m Vanya Brandt from Vietnam,” I say calmly, tilting my head. New information to process. What Kris just did was peculiar as well.

“I’m sorry for kneeing you,” I say gently. “If you couldn’t tell, America is vastly different from Vietnam.” Just this city in general was as well. No temple that the Priest of Pama were in, which was probably a good thing. They were kind of annoying. “Like, your McDonalds don’t serve rice??” That was a big shock.

“No, we do not.” Okay, now that helps. “America is quite odd, more than a lot of places. The culture is very diverse and varies from state to state.”

“You don’t have a lot of temples, either,” I comment, looking around the school. It seemed modern compared to the one in my old village.

“Some people are religious, some people are not.” I shrug.

“No, I mean…No people from other planets in San Francisco?” The Priests of Pama had been with me since I was ten, and it was weird this city didn’t have them here.

“I…don’t feel comfortable with answering that question.” I furrow my brows. “People openly say they’re from other planets in Vietnam?”

“No…” So nothing like the Priests of Pama in this city. “I was just wondering.”

“Well, most people like to keep to this planet.” Though there are some that are more beautiful.

Most people. Not my mother, apparently. “Do people also just carry weapons around here as well?” I ask, remembering the talk about daggers.

“Other than people from Texas, you’d have to get a permit, and that’s too much work for some people. So not really.” Aaand that makes you not normal. Great.

“Oh.” The States were still weird to me. “Well, always nice to have something to keep you safe just in case.” Although from her punch, it didn’t exactly same like she needed the daggers.

“Yeah…safe.” I zone out, putting up a mental block. Just in case.

(sorry uh what happened)

(Mini fight, now they’re just talking)

“Safe. Sure.” I judge Kris, smiling at Vanya.

*nudge

I blink, looking at Idon. “And to answer your question from before, I have never had a…pop tart.” I scrunch up my nose. “If you could not tell, I did not even know they existed.” With a sigh, I add, “How devastating.”

“Shush, or I’ll have to beat you in training. Again.” I smirk at Idon. “And yes, how sad.”

Looking at the two cousins, I smile and ask, “And also. What exactly is cereal?”

“Cereal? Umm…it’s a breakfast food made from roasted grain, typically eaten with milk.” I recite.

“So…No rice?” I made a face. “You don’t eat rice for breakfast?” And roasted grain? I looked down at the ground, alarmed. “Who in the world…” I mutter in Vietnamese.

I scoff at Kristal. “Again. Sure.” I laugh dryly before looking back at Vanya. “It’s pieces of sugar flakes with milk poured over them.”

I grin at Vanya. “thật tuyệt, tôi cũng nói được một ít tiếng việt.” I nod.

“Sugar flakes?” That was even more confusing. “Why would you do that to your body? What about the noodles? Vegetables? Banh Bao, surely!” Sugar flakes? That sounded delicious, but the no rice or noodles thing was hurting my brain.

“I’m not American, nor were my parents. I don’t know.” I reply in Vietnamese. That’s what I like about being Asgardian: able to speak in many different languages without having to learn it.

My eyes widen and I clap happily with a smile. “Oh my.” I try to slow done my talking, I tend to talk fast. “Well, I’ll have to make you two some Banh Bao some day,” I reply in my native language.

“Please do. That would be wonderful.” I reply in English.

“Sounds delicious. Even though I don’t know what it is.” I blink, smiling.

“It’s like a snack. But healthy, for the most part. Do you have those types of snacks here in America?” I tilt my head.

I squint, thinking about my pantry. “Not really. Baby carrots, I guess, if you’re into that sort of thing.”

“Yes, we do. They’re actually pretty good, in my opinion. Many of them are vegetable based, thank goodness. I’m not a huge fan of meat.”

I looked at the two, both of which gave me differencing answers. “I’m sure I’ll find something. But give me pop tarts any time.” My mouth watered at the thought. “Pop tarts….”

I pull out a second box out of my bag and hand it to her. “Don’t go too crazy.” I sigh.

I laugh at the look on her face. “Yes. Kris always has Pop Tarts.”

I grin and rip the box open, eating three viciously. This. This is what would have motivated me to do better in gymnastics. I would have died for these back in Vietnam. “Thank you, Kris,” I say, my mouth full.

“Don’t question it. Also, Blondie, steal my pop tarts again like that one time and I will tell your father.” Nope nope I won’t go near that guy, but threats are always fun.

“Noooo.” I whine, making a face at her. “He’ll kill me. Not really. But he’ll smite me.”

“Good. Oh, would you rather me tell your sister?” I snicker.

“Even worse.” I groan. “I swear, I’ll wake up with Pop Tarts shoved down my pants.”

I blinked at the pop tart-down-my-pants comment, then made a face.. “Hey, why are they called Pop Tarts if they aren’t tart?”

My eyes widen in shock. “I never realized that….” I’m shaken by the statement.

“They…just are.” I let out a whistle. “Not everything has meaning, especially in America.”

“Nothing here has meaning.” I sigh. “But back on Asgard…”

“America is weird,” I whisper as I bite into two more pop tarts.

“It truly was beautiful there, the architecture, the food, the art in general. The people…well, I liked the art better. What about you, Blondie?” I mess up his hair yet again because why not.

“The food. I loved the sports. Those were more interesting than the ones here.” I nod, eating a Pop Tart.

“Asgard?” I blinked, trying to place the name. “Ooh. I remember the Kree told me about it once. You’ve been to Asgard?”

“It’s…home, really.”

“You could say that.” I smile. “More like I was raised there.”

“Oh, that’s so nice.” Nice to have a home you can look back and smile on. I smile as well. “It sounds lovely, from what the Priests have said.”

“It is. Best place in all of the Nine Realms.” I muse, nodding to myself.

“That’s one thing we can agree on.” I sigh. “Best place, not the best people.”

“Well,” I ponder her point. “Fair enough.”

“Well, people tend to disappoint.” I shrug. “Other than that, it sounds wonderful. Vietnam was the same.”

“What was life like there?” I ask.

“Well,” I start, “I lived in a village, though I suppose it was still classified as the slums of ** Chi Minh City. I liked being in the center of the city, though I didn’t get to go often. We also traveled around Vietnam a lot, so it was nice to see the different region’s cultures. I used to lived further up north, but I had to move in with my…[Read more]

“Sounds nice. Did you like it there?”

Did I like it there? I suppose. “Well, I was sad to move, that’s for sure.” There goes my gymnastics career and the Olympics.

“Let’s just hope it was for the better.” Okay, I know more about her. That’s good.

“Did you move her for…” I gesture to the massive school behind us.

I raised my brow, turning back as I noted her slightly vacant expression. “Who are you trying to read?”

“Henry Maximoff, the kid with the brown hair over there.” I say, deciding she was trustworthy enough for her to know about mind-reading. It’s a minor talents that can’t exactly be used against me anyway.

I nodded my head. “Interesting. Why him?” So she had decided to ‘tell’ me about one of her powers. Not like I hadn’t already figured it out, but it was a gesture.

“Because he’s kinda like me, mind reading abilities.”

“Oh of course. So… what has your past been like?” I finally pinpointed Adrianna’s face; she looked exactly like jean grey! That explained her power.

“A lot of training, a lot of tests.” I said, shrugging.

Pulling out of his head, I tried not to make eye contact, holding my hands to my temples, and and Xyanna becoming cloaked from sight. Him seeing me was the last thing I needed.

*Xyanna and I

“H’s a telepath, normally other telepaths can sense each other’s presence. Sadly, that means I can only know things about everyone else.” I shrugged, committing to memory everyone’s powers and parents.

(Ahhhh accidentally deleted my comment)
I pursed my lips in thought. “So then… can you read all others despite anything?” I asked carefully.

My eyes widened in slight surprise, an emotion I don’t often feel. “Impressive.” I admit

“What can you do?” I asked, trying to change the subject from mind reading.

I shrugged, teleporting quickly next to that one guy Henry and then behind Adrianna with My special dagger to her throat. I step around her. “This and that.”

“Cool.” I said, before turning to face a teacher who was calling for everyone’s attention.
“Please head off to your first class. Adrianna, Xyanna, Kristal, Idon, Vanya, Henry, you’re in here for powers training. The roster for partners is on that wall.” the teacher said before leaving the room with all the other students. I lowered my hands,…[Read more]

I sighed. I didn’t mind powers training, not really. But I knew I had to hold back a lot, or I could seriously hurt someoen. And control wasn’t my best skills. I walked into the room with adrianna, peering at the roster. So I was paired with pixie cut, aka kris. This should be fun.

I saunter over to the roster and check. Xyanna, eh? Sounds fun. Probably will fail, but fun, nonetheless.

I walk over, tilting my head at the roster. Oh, Idon. At least I know him. I don’t know his powers, but let’s see how this goes.

“Hey pixie girl.” I call to Kris. “Over here.” I gestured to the mat I stood on

I glance over at Vee. “Do me a favor, will you? Beat Blondie for me.” I jog over to the mat where I was waved over to. “I assume you’re Xyanna, then?”

I smile, nodding. “I’ll try. Good luck.” I look at her training partner.

“That I would be.” I smile slightly. She’s cute. And I can sense that she’s pretty powerful.

Power. She’s very powerful. That I can tell right off the bat. And quite hot. “And, by the way you shouted my name, I can deduce you know mine.”

“Your deduction would be correct.” I smirk. “Let’s begin.” I get into my sparring stance

“Before we start, are we sparring with or without weapons?” I ask, sliding into my fighting stance.

I scoot closer to her, still fearful.

“Cool.” I smile at Vanya. Not sure of her powers, but I don’t really lose too often. Could be a first. “Ah, I see.” I nod. “You want weapons?” I t.hrust out my hand, summoning my ax.

I stare at the axe, weighing my options. “To be perfectly honest, I don’t think so.” I give him a sheepish smile.

“That’s alright.” I smile, throwing the ax somewhere. I’ll get it later.

I nod gratefully, getting into a ready stance. “That seemed to be a pretty powerful weapon, however.

“It is.” I nod, smiling at the ax before getting into a fighting stance.

I tilt my head as I examine him, hands glowing slightly. “So, you’re Asgardian?” What do I know about Asgardians? The Kree priests went over it once. On my toes, I’m ready to either lunge or move backwards.

“Indeed I am.” I nod, studying her carefully. She has a graceful stance.

Ah, Asgardian. More suited for fighting, and he’s pretty strong. Noted. The energy blast would work, and if I can get closer to feel his emotions, I might be able to win. “Ah, okay.” I look for weak spots, not sure if I want to attack first.

“No hard feelings, right?” I flash her a charismatic grin as lightning crackles in my palms.

“Of course not. Though, Kris said I better beat you,” I told him, my palms lighting up.

“Of course she did.” I sigh, send a blast at her. Not enough to char her, just a shock.

I dodge, doing a back handspring and a twist in the air, landing as I shot a control energy blast at him.

I dodge the blast, but my jaw already dropped. “What…was…” I blink, remembering how she just…twisted. In the air.

I blink, countering the blast with lightning to send it back at her. “You’re a mortal?”

I dodge again, doing an aerial cartwheel and a tuck and roll, looking at the lighting. “Yes, I believe so.”

“Wow. Alright, then.” I nod, taking note of her…agility. I rise into the air, splitting my lightning into multiple ranches and firing it around her.

I put up my arms to cover my face, and one of the bolts hit my leg, which twitches, but I stop it easily, I slide under Idon and fire at his back.

I fly to the left, dodging the blast easily. Seeing she already healed herself, I bite my lip. Concerning. Though I’ll be fine. I turn to face her again, firing lighting that pushes her down.

I keep to the ground, staying low. I need to reach him somehow, but first I need to get out of this. I look up at him and fire energy beams all around him.

I dodge, quickly, but not quickly enough, one beam striking my leg. I bite my tongue, pressing the lightning harder.

Looking at his leg, I fire again at his arms, his other legs, and around his head. HIs vibration has been altered, which is good for me.

MY brow knits as I skirt away quickly. She seems to have some sort of fire blast.

I break free of the lighting and get, up fire at different spots of his body each time. I look up at him. I can flip high enough when he’s in the air to read his emotions.

I dodge again, this time a blast stroking my core. I shake it off, sending lighting to pin her wrists down.

The energy goes up wrists as I yank myself into rolling backwards and doing a handstand, going into a cartwheel. Rubbing my wrists, I try to find an angle where I can go for his head. Squinting, I use the blasts over and around his sides.

Ducking under the blasts, I see she already broke out of the lightning. She’s strong. I send a ball of lightning at her that encases her.

Good, he’s lower. I create a strong ball of energy and blast out of the lighting, standing up straight before running right towards him, leaping off the ground from a handspring to do a layout. As I ‘fly’ over him, I grab touch his temples and inhale deeply. My eyes glow a bright green as I pour my empathic abilities into him. “You are feeling…[Read more]

My eyes widen at Vanya, suddenly feeling fear wash over me. I back away, going to hide behind a stack of crates.

I do a flip on the crates and crouch down to him, my hands glowing. Blinking, I scan him. That might have been a little too much. Oh well. I shoot at him again, just enough to get him down.

I scream, rolling out of the way and casting a shield of lightening around me as I fly up into the rafters.

I look up at him, blinking. “Oh, cậu bé,” I mutter. “Idon?” I ask gently.

I blink down at Vanya nervously. “What?”

“We’re in the middle of a fight. You need to get down,” I coax, smiling.

I shake my head, pressing myself against the ceiling.

The glow in my hands goes away. “Idon, please? I think I have more…Pop Tarts.”

Narrowing my eyes, I fly down a little.

Getting the Pop Tart box, I put it out in front of me and sit down calmly. I start to eat one.

I sit down a good length away from her, suing the Pop Tarts.

*eying

Smiling softly, I hold out the box of the yummy goodness and shake it. “Here.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I sooth, smiling. I’m gentle as I hold out a poptart.

I make a face, lying flat on my stomach and army-crawling over to her, grabbing the Poptart and retreating.

“Wait, please come back.” I nod, holding another poptart. “I can help you.”

I scoot closer again. “With what?”

“I have a special ability to help. Please? It’ll make you feel better. And you can have another Pop Tart!” I smiled.

“Fine.” I eventually agree, scooting close to her and shoving the Pop Tart in my mouth.

I smile, touching his temples. My eyes glow a bright green. “You are confident,” I whisper, changing Idon back to his original self.

The fear falls away, leaving me confused and mad. “What did you do?” I ask angrily, backing away.

I get up, brushing myself off. “My apologies. I messed with your emotions.”

I scoff, biting my tongue angrily. “Why? How?”

“It’s one of my abilities,” I explain. He’s giving me that look. I didn’t know looks could follow you to other countries.

I rub my face, sighing. “Sorry. I just…emotions are touchy.”

“I know,” I reply quietly. “And I know we just met, but if you have to talk…” I inhale and press my lips in a tight line.

I force a half-smile. “Thanks.” I exhale, regaining my composure. “Well. You won.” I smile.

“Oh.” I blink. “I did. My apologies.”

“Don’t apologize. It was…tactful.” I blink. “That’s a word, right?”

“It is. And I suppose so.” My eyes glaze for a moment as I think about Vietnam and my house. Not a home. Never a home. Smiling as shake my head. “I am sure you would have been able to defeat me with your axe.”

I grin, nodding. “I suppose so. Or if I knew about the…“ I gesture to my head and her hands.

“Empathic abilities are a very good thing to have in defeating an opponent. Everyone has feelings, even if they do not show it.” I nod. “Though that’s not all I can do. And I suppose what you did is not all what you could, either.”

“That’s true.” I agree thoughtfully. “Gives more to the phrases, not everyone is what they seem.”

“No, they are not,” I agree, smiling slightly. This has been nice. For the most part. I just hope my uncle doesn’t come looking for me. “A lot of things are that way. Like a school like this in America.”

I laugh, folding my arms out of habit. “I suppose that’s true.”

I look at him. “Pop Tart?” I ask, holding out the box. As much as I love them and would actually die for them, I seemed to have hurt his pride today, and he seemed to love these only a little less than I do.

“Always,” I grin, taking it. “You don’t want the whole box to yourself? Wow. You have more self-control than I do.”

“You seem to love these things almost as much as I do,” I reply. “And I suppose you could call it self control.”

“Almost as much for sure.” I smile at her. “What else would you call it?”

I thought for a minute. “Discipline from others.” I felt much to calm saying that, the memories it brought up were not happy ones.

I blink twice before understanding what she means. “Oh, gods. I’m sorry, Vanya.”

I shrugged, my face still peaceful. Glancing out the window, I see a blur of her. “Oh, no.”

“Oh no what?” I follow her gaze, my senses heightening.

Just because gymnastics helped to clear my mind, I did a double front handspring over with a flip and landed right in front of the window to see the dog that had been following me since Asia. “Fred!”

I whistle after watching her, impressed. Then I see a dog. “A dog!” I exclaim, scrambling over.

Fred and I have a long conversation, and I sigh. “Idon, this is Fred. A shiba inu. Fred, this is Idon.”

“‘Sup, Fred?” I grin, crouching to the dog’s level.

Fred started barking like crazy, so I gave him a look and he quieted down. “He likes you a lot.”

“I like him too.” I grin, scratching his ears.

“He followed me from Asia,” I explain. “I couldn’t leave him behind.” Technically, I stole him, but we don’t have to talk about that.

“That’s sweet.” I smile at her, petting Fred happily.

Fred licked Idon as I shrugged and smiled slightly. “I couldn’t leave a dog so nice to me behind.”

“Still. That’s a very nice thing to do.” I nod, laughing as Fred licks me.

“Being nice is always the thing to do,” I reply. “Most of the time.” I smile as Fred barks at me. “Yes, yes. I promise to get you food later.”

I know about his emotions, but it might be good to look into his life. “So, you know a little about me. What about you?”

“That’s a nice philosophy.” I agree, petting Fred’s head before I grin to myself. “Nice, philosophy. Because you’re being nice. Get it?” I laugh again.

I laugh. A joke. Jokes are nice. “I get it,” I reply with a smile.

I make a face, thinking. “Well. My dad is Thor. I have a little sister named Eya. Kristal, who you met, is my cousin.”

“Oh, Thor.” I examine him. “Makes sense.”

“Huh?” I look down. “Is it the hair?” I flip my hair proudly.

“Your hair is very nice,” I assure him. “But it’s the way you carry yourself, along with physique and features.”

“Oh. Thank you.” I smile, looking down at myself.

I shrug and look back at Fred. “And you. Go.” Fred nodding, barking at Idon and running off.

“Bye, Fred!” I call after the dog. “He’s great.”

“You two are a lot alike. I can see why you like him.” I nod.

“We are?” I tilt my head.

“Confident, proud.” I have a list of other things, but I don’t want to say. I already violated his emotions, don’t want him to get more mad.

“I guess that’s true. Perhaps loud, as well.” I laugh, my laugh echoing through the center.

“Loud works as well,” I agree, looking at him with interest. He was nice. He didn’t have to be. How odd.

“So, how long have you been here in America?” I ask her. No use talking too much more about myself. She probably didn’t care to hear.

“About a week. Ergo, the Pop Tart incident.” I play with my hands out of habit.

“Ah, I see. You’re English is rather good.” I nod, running a hand through my hair carefully.

*your

“Thank you. I still get a little confused on words, but I’m working on it.” And I had to learn it for competitions. Well, the Olympics, which I wasn’t going to be in anytime soon.

“That’s fair.” I nod in agreement.

“It just…” I look around. “Everything is so different here. It’s weird, I suppose you could say.”

“America is weird.” I agree. “I thought so too when I first came here.”

“I am still confused about a lot. And your fast food restaurants.” I just shrugged. “And this is a democratic country.”

“Fast food is…interesting.” I agree with a laugh. “I’m also not used to it. Back on Asgard, we had a monarchy. I was to be the next king.” I sigh, thinking about what could’ve been.

I smile. “Oh, that’s exciting.” I was supposed to be one of the top gymnasts of the country, and maybe the world. That’s what my uncle told me, but he was wrong about a lot of things. “Vietnam was a communist country.”

I blinked, unknowing of what communism is. “Ah. I see.” I nod, playing it off. I don’t want to seem like too much of an idiot.

“It’s essentially where everyone is equal,” I explain. “Everyone gets paid the same and the government controls a lot.”

“Sounds nice. A bit like Asgard. Not really, though.” I conclude.

“It’s different,” I agree. “Here, people are screaming their freedom from the rooftops.” Freedom must be nice. I have never been free,

“That’s true. There’s more flags if America here than there are stars in the sky.” I laugh heartily. “Metaphorically, of course.”

“It’s good to be proud of your country,” I say, eating another pop tart.

“It is indeed.” I agree, surveying her. “Are you proud of yours?”

Hmm. Am I? Well, maybe if life was different, I would have been. But I do not think I am welcome back there. “I do not think I have a country anymore,” I finally say.

“That’s a first. Let’s try with. Before we start, I’d love it if you wouldn’t kill me during this. You seem quite powerful.” I take out my daggers, adjusting my stance.

I nod. “I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you.” I bow my head in thanks. “Usually the stinger opponent goes first. So, then, your move.”

I shift my feet slightly, sizing up the red-haired girl in front of me. “Hi,” I start. Can’t go wrong with a simple introduction.

Lovely. I smirk and slash at her wrists with my daggers, teleporting away to the other side of the mat. “You are quite good.”

I frown. Dam it. Have to tune it down a notch. I lunge toward her with an off balance kick, directed at her shoulder.

I duck under the kick and sweep my leg under Xy.

Instead of flipping and landing, I fall ******* the mat and make a hissing noise. I send a purple blast at Kris but I can tell it is way off target. Then I accidentally drop my dagger. Was that too much? Hopefully not

I dodge the bolt easily and glide to the opposite side of mat. “I’d help you get up, but we both know you’re playing at something. You can’t be that easily defeated, Xyanna.”

Dam it! I really need to get better at being bad. At least I can I hide my emotions well. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I say innocently. “I’m just not on top of my game today.” My face is schooled into stone cold seriousness. I’ve found that one of the most effective strategies to apply is weakness, as the tactic of having someone…[Read more]

“You know my lineage. I know when someone is lying.” I chuckle. “Come on.”

I stop short. “You… know my full name?”

“You know mine too, I can tell.” I say, closing off my mind, knowing he was a psionic ability person as well.

“Daaaaaam.” She’s dangerous. And hot. I like her. I shove her off of me and flip up onto my feet. I punch her in the face.

Ow. Did not see that coming. I return the favor, although I might have gone a little too hard, as she flies into the wall. I wince, and then form purple manacles of pure power around her arms and legs, so tight that she can’t teleport out.

Well, I’m *******…probably. I shapeshift into a crow and cast an illusion as I fly around her, so it looks like a murder of crows is surrounding her.

*sc.rewed

Ah. So she had to be one of the crows. I close my eyes, letting my other sense take over. One of them definitely smells more human. I wave my hand, and all the other crows turn to bubbles. I throw my dagger, pinning the remaining crows wing to the wall.

I turn back to myself and yank the dagger out of my jacket sleeve. Curious. I take up a defensive stance and wait for her next move.

So he hasn’t gone into my mind yet, interesting. “Sure.” I say, staying on the ground to try and keep from giving away too much about my powers until I knew all of his. Based on the quick check in his head, he’s an empath with aura sensitivity, and photometry (just pretend it’s spelled right).

Flipping backwards to dodge the shield, Ilift my fingers to my temples, becoming invisible to the eye. I sneak up behind him and lifting him in the air, becoming visible again.

Before he can see me, I raise my hand, going invisible again. I reach out my free hand and use telekinesis to lift him of the ground and throw him into a wall, trying to disorientate him.

I collapse to my knees after a minute, trying to get this energy-thing off of my throat.

“Do you yield?” I ask calmly, feeling a slight twinge if guilt. ‘This is why you’ll never be a true hero, Xyanna.’ A voice whispers in my head. ‘You are too cruel, too heartless’

I tap out, barely conscious.

Before my energy is completely gone, I reach my hand out and use it to lift a bow and arrow set, flying it over to me. I pull the string back and fire an arrow at him, pinning him in place by his shoulder.

I take a big gulp of air, my hand flying to my throat. She’s powerful and hot. Mmmk, let’s try not to pull a gay. Once my throat is healed and my breathing is normal, I teleport her dagger back to her.

I notice m dagger appear next to me and sigh. Kris must have awoken. At least she’s ok. I should go back now and apologize, but I just can’t bring myself too. I’m afraid to see the expression on her face, and the others too. The one that knows I don’t belong here.

I teleport to her. “You’re good. I should formally introduce myself: I’m Kris.” I stick out my hand. My face is a little red, but that’s only from the fighting, definitely not from Xyanna herself.

I crack a tiny smile. “I’m really sorry about what happened back there, I just… “ I shrugged, embarrassed, and shake my head. “Anyway, I’m Xyanna. Nice to meet you too.” I shake her hand bashfully. She’s really cute.

“Don’t be. You should strive to win, no matter the cost. That’s what I think, anyway.” I glance over to her and notice a certain look on her face. I wiggle my eyebrows. “You feeling okay? Your face is red.” Well, mine is too, but hopefully she doesn’t see that.

I raise my brow, my expression immediately turning stoic. “Yours is as well. I simply feel guilty for accidentally hurting you. And ‘no matter the cause’ is something I try to avoid for obvious reasons.” I turn away. I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to make allies.

“Winning’s all that matters. Why should anything else?” I turn my face away from her. “Everyone else leaves. Why bother making friends if they’re just going to leave?”

I nod. Maybe she understands. “Yes exactly. It’s better to have allies than friends. Especially if your a hero, then attachments just got in the way. And what matters is justice.” and fulfilling my parents’ legacy

I burst out in laughter. “Justice? You actually believe in that stuff?”

“Justice.” I repeat, “For the world.” For my parents. “If you don’t believe in justice, why are you here?”

“I do believe in some forms of justice, as in doing whatever it takes to achieve it. So, my form of justice is more like revenge. Why am I here, you ask? I have no dam clue.” I chuckle, but there’s no humor in it. “If being friends is off the table and, personally, I hate the word acquaintances, could I consider you an ally? Not like you need one, anyway.”

I think for a moment, surveying Kris. She’s a bit of a loose cannon, but then again, so am I. And although I do not agree with her ‘at all costs’ method, she is powerful. “Allies.” I nod. “As long as I don’t have to hang out with your arrogant cousin.” My lip curls. “Those who think they are doing everyone a favor by simply existing are not…[Read more]

(was that a reference to something bc I feel like I’ve heard it before)

(I put it in my bio but I feel like someone’s said it at some point)

“You don’t have to hang around him, unless you want to beat him up sometime.” I smirk. “Do you like pop tarts? I have some in my bag if you want any.” She can turn her emotions off with a flick of a switch, it seems. Plus, having someone to watch your back is always good. “That is, if Blondie didn’t eat them all.” I narrow my eyes, already knowing…[Read more]

(very high possibility tbh)

I smile slightly. “I might take you up on that offer. Both of those offers, actually. The pop tarts and the beating up the blonde.”

“Let’s get back, then, and hope that he hasn’t eaten them all.”

I nod, and teleport us back inside the academy

****. I lift my hand, a shield appearing, using it to make my way over to a stack of blocks. I perr out from behind it, shooting an arrow at his foot.

(stars are c.rap)

Narrowing my eyes, annoyed, I lift the boy in the air across from me, surrounding him with redish orange energy. (Naruto but backwards XD)
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(if anyone understood that, do tell)

“That hurt meow.” I joked, laughing as Kitsune jumped out of my backpack and landed on me. I push her to the side slightly, pulling a crate from behind Henry and knocking him off his feet.

Confused, I dropped my bow. Maybe fighting wasn’t a good idea, maybe this was though. I raise my hand and he falls back, wrists pinned to the ground by some force. I enter his mind, reading around. Other powers include phasing, flight, healing, and energy manipulation/conduction.He gets stressed easy and flustered even easier. I began taking…[Read more]

I rub my head, my thoughts jumbled and confused. Bleary, I manage to prop myself up on my elbows and hold out a hand. “I think we’re done,” I croak.

“Okay.” I say, helping him to his feet and using my free hand, putting it to his temples and fixing his thoughts so they would make sense again.

*sn.atch

I blink, nodding to Kris and her training partner. “Hello.”

“Who won?” I ask.

“Hmph.” I cross my arms, scrunching up my nose.

“I did,” I say gently, looking at Idon for a second, then back to Kris and her partner.

I grin at kris. “Thanks. What’s your favorite kind?” I notice again how cute her pixie cut is and how nice she is in general but I quickly put that out of my mind.

“Great job, Vee.” I give her a thumbs up. I then look at Xy with a grin. “I like whatever, but my favorite is…I think it would be the oreo ones. What’s yours?”

“Cookies and Cream.” I reply with a grin.

“Wait, there’s more flavors?!?” My eyes widen in surprise and excitement. I haven’t been this excited, or even shown this much emotion in ages,

“Yeah. There’s like a hundred.” I blink at her.

My mouth parts in surprise. “Ôi trời ơi.” I am eating them all one day. My mouth waters at the thought.

“I think there’s a chart or something somewhere.”

“There definitely is.” I agree, resting my elbow on my cousin’s shoulder.

“I love America,” I whisper, nodding to myself.

I shove him off me. “Get off me.” I then look at Vee. “I…have no comment about that statement.” Yes, America has it’s nice parts, but I don’t think that outweighs the negativity.

“Well, you have pop tarts, so it can’t be the worst,” I say still thinking about the amazing food item.

I poke Kris’s shoulder. “Perhaps.” I shrug.

“Perhaps what?”

“Perhaps it’s not the worst.” I shrug.

“But it’s not the best.” I add.

I raise my brow. “It’s pretty sucky. And I am a tried and true strawberry fan.”

“Definitely not the best.” I snort. “Strawberry is…okay.” I make a face.

“Alright. Strawberry’s pretty good too.” A strawberry pop tart appears in her hand. “My dad is gonna kill me. We’re gonna be all out of pop tarts.” I shrug. “Meh. It’ll be okay. Blondie, I’ll be blaming you.”

“If your dad comes after me, I’m telling my dad you were the one who broke our neighbor’s window.” I stick my tongue out at her.

I look up and make a mental note to try and go to the store to buy as many types of pop tarts as I can. More pop art flavors. This is one of the best days of my life.

“Well, at least my dad doesn’t drive an obsolete, second hand Nissan.”

I roll my eyes, slugging her in the shoulder. “Well, yours doesn’t drive around in a chariot either.”

“But a Tesla is definitely better than a Nissan.” I do a little hair toss.

I sigh loudly. “Show off.”

“No, I’m just better than you.” I smirk.

“Are not.”

“I am not going to start another pointless verbal fight.” I put the pop tart box down and punch him in the face, getting into a fighting stance. “Come on. You owe me a good fight.”

I smirk. “I second that.” Then I glare at Blondie. He seems so stuck up.

“Fine,” I go into my fighting stance. “Weapons?”

“Of course.” I smirk, getting my daggers out.

I grin, jabbing my hand out as my axe flies right into it.

I blink, looking at all three of them and shrug. If I’m being completely honest, I’m still thinking about Pop Tarts.

My bet is so on Kris. And it wouldn’t hurt to embarrass Idon along the way, would it? No one would ever know I’d use the mind stone. They’d blame that Vee girl, and I wouldn’t complain. I ignore the voice that tells me that this is wrong. What’s wrong with having some fun when someone deserves it?

I smirk and start throwing daggers, warming up.

Though I’m technically already warmed up, I send weak bolts at the wall.

“I’ll go easy on you. You go first.” A wave of green magic washes over me and I get into my ‘hero’ outfit thingie. It allows for freer movement, gives more protection, and makes me look good. A triple win.

“Nice outfit.” I give her a thumbs up before throwing a bolt of lightning at her. I always start easy.

I sidestep the bolt with a yawn. “Forgot how boring you were to fight, Blondie. Can you actually make this fun?”

“Jeez.” I roll my shoulders. “I’m re-warning up.” I blast another feeble bolt at either side of her.

“Jeez,” I roll my shoulders. “I’m re-warming up. Give me a moment.” I send three bolts at her, one to her front and the others flanking her.

I calmly step back. “Well, can you re-warm-up quicker? I might just fall asleep by the pace that this is going right now.”

“Why don’t you do something, lazy?” I spin a ball of lightning on my fingertip like a basketball.

I smirk “kris is so winning this, blonde kid.” I tweak his mind just slightly so he’s a bit more clumsy than usual

“Alright.” I tackle him and start punching him in the face, having to remind myself that the lightning in his hands is not his father’s. I pin him down. “What did you say earlier, you weak, insignificant little coward?” I take the tip if my dagger and poke it at his cheek, drawing blood. “What are you gonna do, shock me? I’m not afraid of a little…[Read more]

My eyes narrow up at her as lightning crackles under my palms. I strike her in the chest, making her fly into the wall. I stand up quickly, analyzing her.

A look of fear crosses my face, but it quickly disappears with a smirk. “That all you got? I must say, I am disappointed.” I stand up and get out my daggers again.

Half my mouth quirks up in a grin. “You know it’s not.” Ah, how I‘ve missed this.

(He kinda does XD)
I eye her warily. I’m still trying to figure her out. She’s powerful, definitely, and dangerous. But underneath all that, I don’t know what to make of her. I did catch her snooping through my mind earlier today, but she could have been doing that to everyone else as well.

I roll my eyes, seeing his expression. “Relax, I don’t bite.”
(oh heck yes I’m using the dumbest expression ever)

“Sorry, I’m just use to knowing things about everyone, and being the only telepath.” I mutter, face red from embarrassment. I can feel Xyanna do something to Idon from a distance, not sure whether or not it matters.

Raining cats and dogs, I think curiously. Suddenly, a litter of puppies falls from the sky, which is quickly catch on an energy trampoline

I send a swift bolt of lightning at the daggers, making them drop to the ground, smoking slightly.

I cross my arms, watching the show. They’re both powerful, but while idon is more brute force, Kris is more cunning and sly.

“Can you do anything but that, sparkles?” I sneer, bored.

“Sure, spiky.” I make a face, flying up.

Taking my thoughts away from poptarts for one second, I examine the two in my usual neutral expression. The bolts of lighting are very powerful and the flight might be good, as will Idon’s weapon. However, Kris seems to be thinking ahead a couple steps and jabbing the at Idon’s emotions.

I fly up to match him. “You want to leave that quickly? Wow.” I keep throwing daggers.

“Aw, of course not.” I easily sparkle the daggers away.

“Come on. Can you fight like a man with no lightning- oh wait. You’re just a boy.” I stop the daggers and glare at him.

I put a hand to my heart. “Kris. That hurts me.” I twirl my axe in my hands.

“Aww, did I hurt the little boy’s feelings?” I say like I’m talking to a baby. I summon my longer daggers, just barely short enough to not be qualified as a short sword.

“Maybe not my feelings. Probably just my pride.” I sigh, throwing my axe at her shoulder.

I dodge it then catch it by it’s hilt. “And we all know how large your pride is. It’s almost as big as your ego, which makes Midgard look like a marble.”

“Love you too, cousin.” I smile, summoning my axe back.

“Gotta agree with that.” I mutter with a smirk, making Idon trip and fall on his face.

“Ow.” I blink, confused as I brush myself off.

I let go of the axe. “Can you actually give me a challenge for once?”

“So needy.” I scoff, pinning her to the wall with boys of lighting. I grin, making it rain on her face.

“It’s raining it’s pouring the old man is snoring.” I whisper to myself, and consider making idon fall asleep. But that would be too obvious.

“Hey! My hair!” I pout. My heart rate increases as it rains. I close my eyes and blast a beam of energy square at his chest. For a moment, my eyes don’t see Idon there, only Thor. I take down my tiny mental block and use that extra energy to break the bonds.

I dodge the blast, but it catches my upper arm. I swallow the pain, sending a wall of lightening at her.

I turn into a crow and try to fly away, but it catches my tail. I transform back and grimace in pain. I fly back up, waiting for his next move.

I fly up as well, matching her. “So.”

“So, so what! I’m still a rockstar! I got my rock moves!” I take out my pistol and aim it at his head. “And I don’t need you!”

“This is boring.” I sigh. It’s still raining cats and dogs. Suddenly a few raindrops transform into puppies which I quickly catch in an energy trampoline. I wince.

“Guess what! I’m having more fun!” Thanks, Eya. I grin, throwing the axe at her hand and knocking the pistol to the ground.

I blink at the puppies. “Oh. Hello.” Tilting my head to listen to them, I nod. “Okay, then. There’s a fight going on that we’re trying to watch.” I look back up.

“And now that we’re done, I’m gonna show you tonight!” I dodge the cats and dogs, taking out yet another pistol.

I smile. Well at least someone enjoys the animals. Getting bored, I teleport to adri and Henry. “Aloha.”

“I’m alright!” I smack the pistol out of her hands with another throw of my axe, moving out of the way of a puppy.

I take out another pistol and keep shooting at him before he can take it away. “And you’re a tool.”

I look at the falling dogs, catching them in the air and putting them down the best she could, though it was difficult. She wasn’t even paying attention to the fight at this point.

“You’re a fool.” I make a face at her, flying under the bullets with ease.

What about a grenade? “So, so what? I am a rockstar. I got my rock moves. And I don’t want you tonight!” I toss a few grenades at him, pulling the pins at the same time.

No one acknowledges my existence. This is very boring. I was doing much more justice and help when flying around the galaxy like a vigilante Robin Hood. Maybe I should just leave. But my parents…

“Watch out,” I call to Xyanna, leap-diving over her to grab a puppy. I held it in my arms as I fall on the ground. Not my most graceful landing.

I sigh. Well this is fun. I think for a moment, and then freeze time. Sometimes I do this to think. Looking around, I notice a fox running away with Henry and Adriana chasing after it. I walk over, picking up the fox and placing it in Henry’s arms. Then I take idon’s axe and turn it into a pop tart

I fly to the side, blasting the grenades so they explode elsewhere. I look at my hand and see a box of Pop Tarts. “Wha…”

I snicker. “That wasn’t me, I swear.” The pop tart box changes to a grenade set to explode in 3 seconds. “Now THAT was me.”

“Jeez,” I throw the grenade at her, making a face.

I fly towards him, the grenade exploding behind me. With a smirk, I blast multiple places around him with energy.

I dodge the blast, contortionist myself into different positions to dodge, though a blast strikes my knee.

I land on the ground and take out a book, waiting for his next move.

I grin, blasting her book to shreds. I know how annoyed it will make her.

“WHAT THE H.ECK, DUDE?!” I scream. “YOU MADE ME LOSE MY PAGE!!” I whirl on him and pin him down with energy blasts. One of them wraps around Idon’s throat. I don’t stop it. “Seriously! You can be so rude sometimes!”

I laugh, lightning shocking the energy blasts off. “I know.”

“It’s 984 pages! 121 chapters! Kingdom of Ash in the Throne of Glass series! Look it up! Do you know how long it took me to get there?” I whine. Daggers fly and make a cage around him.

“You’ll be okay.” I give her a cocky smile, breaking the cage with a ball of lightning.

I take a deep breath and compose myself. “I suppose. You won’t, though. Would you like frosty to come out and play?”

“Well,” I frown. “Not really.”

“Then don’t destroy my books.” I growl.

“I’ll buy you another one?” I offer.

“I can just get another one from the library, so you’d have to be paying them. And, it’s not the book. It’s the fact you made me lose my page.”

“Well,” I blink. “No comment.”

“Pay up.”

“With what?”

“American money. It’s not like they take Asgardian currency here.”

“Fine.” I sigh, digging through the depths of my pockets and pulling out a wad of bills. “I’ve only got seven.”

“Pay the rest tomorrow.”

Smiling at Henry, I grab him in a hug. “Thank you thank you thank you!” I pull away, grabbing Kitsune and running over to Xyanna, pulling her into a hallway, away from all the chaos.

I turn to Adri. “What’s up?” I ask. “Oh and cute fox by the way.”

A hug a puppy close to my chest, who would like to be called Aurora, and sit next to the boy. My eyes are back on the fight.

I snort. “What are you talking about? It’s not like I meant for the puppies to appear.” I laughed

“Why’d you change Idon’s mindset, making him a bit more on the clumsy side, in the middle of the fight?”

I roll my eyes, my face perfectly schooled. I make sure my mental block is still strong. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Like I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I turn to leave

“Either tell me why you did it, and what you know about other people, or I’m going to tell Idon you messed with his head. How do you think he’d take it knowing you messed with him for no reason?” I ask as she stops walking away.
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I roll my eyes. “It’s not like he’d believe you.” But what if they realized something was up with me? They couldn’t find out about the other stones. I still masked my expression, but I was deep in thought. I wasn’t about to concede to this girl, nor was I Going to underestimate her. She could probably convince everyone I was evil. I turned to f…[Read more]

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“What is it you want, Adrianna?” I sneer. “there’s not much I have to offer.”

“I want information. Reading minds can only take me so far, I want to know people’s secrets. Seeing as I’m shy, and you’re not, you can get that stuff out of people.”

I sigh. Xyanna Seelie doesn’t lose battles. And nor have I lost this one. In fact, I’ve actually gained something… “First… tell me why you so badly want information.”

Looking over at the boy next to me, I examine him before my face breaks it neutral expression for a small smile. “Hello. I’m Vanya.”

She’s right. I did get it. However it never hurts to search for more. Adrianna, there’s more to your mask that even you know. I whisper back. I have my suspicions.

I guess we’ll never know. I reply, dismissing her comment and heading to catch a limo that was parked outside the double doors to the school. (We shall end the day here so we can move on to a bad guy once we’re back at school)

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What an interesting day it had been… I had a feeling of foreboding that something was coming, but I had no idea what

Climbing into the limo, I tap the driver’s shoulder and tell him to take me home. He complies and I climb out of the limo, walking up to the large house, I push open the doors, waving hi to Rachel, Magik, SunSpot, Sam, Danielle, Rahne, Cecilia, and Mirage, the other mutant kids who are staying at this house. The X-Men had bought it years ago to…[Read more]

“Fine. I’ll get something from Eya.” I shrug, flying down to go home.

“Just pay me back tomorrow.” I call out to him, flying back home.
“Did you kill anyone?” Loki asks.
“No. Almost died once.”
“Who?”
“A pretty hot girl named Xyanna.”
“Does my daughter have a crush?”
“No. Emotions are just a distraction. She’s an ally.”
“Better than enemies.” He smirks.
I sigh. “Idon owes me money because he destroyed my book.…[Read more]

I awake with a start in the middle of the night, after walking through the dreams of a few different people, last being Adrianna’s. so she is hiding something… of course… the Phoenix force.

I arrive at school and hear the same alarm. “Great.” I mutter, facing Venom. I see a few civilians on the sidelines and rush over, teleporting them to safety. That’s what heros are supposed to do, right? I mean, that’s what the things I’ve read about them tell.

I arrive at school and hear the same alarm. “Great.” I mutter, facing Venom. I see a few civilians on the sidelines and rush over, teleporting them to safety. That’s what heros are supposed to do, right? I mean, that’s what the things I’ve read about them tell.

I’m walking to my class from breakfast, which was super weird, when I hear the alarm. I run over to people on the street and help calm them and direct them. Second week in America. How fun.

Once I’m sure that most of the civilians are out of the way, I turn to Venom. How does one beat Venom? I take a gun and shoot him, testing to see if he has any weaknesses.

As I run into school, late, my frown deepens as I hear commotion on the other side of the school. I fly up and over, my eyes narrowing once I spot Venom. “Dam.”

With my brows furrowed slightly, I pull myself up on a tree branch so I can examine him more closely.

“Hey, Blondie. Did ya get my money?” I call over my shoulder. “Don’t think that just because there’s a threat you’re getting off easy.”

“I did. Sort of. I couldn’t get enough from E, so I brought you three pop tarts.” I offer, flying beside her.

“Hey, Blondie. Did ya get my money?” I call over my shoulder. “Don’t think that just because there’s a threat you’re getting off easy.”

I see a rampant super villain in the Peking lot. Venom. Now this is what I signed up for. I could snap him into non existence but that would be no fun. I sent a power stone blast at him.

“Got it.” I give a thumbs up to Adrianna. (do they know each other yet?)

I ****** the money from Idon’s back pocket. “Mmmhm. Blondie, have any ideas?”

*s.natch

“At the moment, not really. So this is Venom?” I squint at the rather grotesque looking monster.

“Apparently.” I scoff. “Any ideas on how to fight it?”

Nodding, I swing from the branch and land gracefully on the ground close to Kris and Idon. “Villains in Amercia are quite odd.”

“They can’t just be a simple dwarf or fire monster, could they? Not even a frost giant. Instead, we get…this.” I gesture to Venom.

“It’s…oozing.” I comment, tilting my head. “How does one go about defeating it?”

“Did anyone find any weaknesses to it? Did it respond to any blasts or other variables?” I glance at the two.

“His powers are strength, regeneration, and shape shifting. It’s a symbiote, I believe.” I scour my brain for knowledge.

“Haven’t blasted it yet.” I shrug, sending a bolt at it.

“I could send a blast down his throat, fry him from the inside.” i suggest

(Adrianna hadn’t met any of the Kristal-Idon-Vanya group yet)
Fire. He can’t stand it, get him on fire.

I raised my brow. She should have no trouble with that. But she was hiding it for some reason…. hmmmm. “Would a blast down his throat work to fry him from the inside? Same type of thing as fire, just not… fire.”

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“Fire?” I blink, turning to my cousin. “Kris, you got gasoline?”

“Light him up?” I turn to the group.

“**** yeah.” I grin at Vanya.

(you may perceive that any way you’d like)

I sigh. So the annoying blonde was ignoring my ideas, then. And had no logic.
“Nope, too dangerous. He could easily spread the fire to other places, and if there are gasoline leaks from any cars in this parking lot, the fire will spread that way.”

I sigh. “Isn’t it more dangerous to keep him running around?”

Gasoline appears in my hands. “Are we doing it or not?” I yawn.

“I think we should.” I shrug.

“I agree we should use fire, but we need to try and contain it somehow.” I pull my hair back.

I frown. “Whatever.” I don’t know why I bothered,

“We could just do lighting and no gasoline, perhaps.”

“True enough.” I agree, feeling lightning spiral up my arms.

Whatever you’re gonna do, do it now. I say in their heads, lifting another family out of the way of Venom.

“Sounds good.” I sigh, summoning up a collection of bolts and sending their wrath down upon the ooze creature.

The gasoline disappears. “Guess we won’t be needing that.”

“The lighting would probably be easier, anyway.” I shrug.

I tilt my head as the bing starts to flame up. “Well.”

I ruffle Idon’s hair playfully. “Good job.”

“Thanks.” I grin proudly. “But I don’t need to look at…that after eating a box of cereal for breakfast.”