[ The time: About noon. The place: a small public airport not far from the Westchester, NY estate of Charles Xavier. A long walk, but not a bad one. ] [ Daegal and Miya are here to meet and welcome the latest member of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. They'd have some of the older members of the institute here with them, except they ate, according to a post-it note left on the refrigerator, out fighting some group of super-villains. ] [ Why Daegal and Miya are here instead of the larger airports in NYC is beyond them. But they're here, right now, so let's get going! ] [ Gundam Fi-- er, I mean, Session Start! ] * Miya peers through sunglasses, chewing on her lower lip and glancing at a sheet of notebook paper from time to time. "Where's the gate again?" [ Surprisingly, there is no gate. One sec. ] [ When I mentioned the airport was small, I meant it. ^_~ There is a single long airstrip, with perhaps a dozen hangers on one side of it, none of them large enough to hold a commercial plane of any sort. ] ( There is no gate. ONLY ZUUL! ) [ There is also one other building, with windows through which offices can be seen. It has a cola machine outside and a sign reading 'open'. ] * Miya looks over and up at Daegal. [ You're currently outside this last building. You can go in if you choose. ] * Daegal eyes the large amount of nothing. "... if I here one freakin' banjo, I am outta here." * Miya giggles. * Miya looks down at the paper again. What time is this guy supposed to be showin' up again? Uhm. Now? * Miya checks her watch. "Yeah, now." * Eric guides his crate (beat up plane) down to land. The crate looks pretty beat up, the paint job's scratched and it looks like it may fall apart any second. It manages to stay aloft for a little longer, making an... actually pretty good landing on the runway. Hmm. Don't suppose you've suddenly discovered the ability to speed up time... wait, nevermind. * Miya giggles and looks up just in time to see the mangled plane land. "... Cool." ( *eyes Ard and Zegon* You sure you two are related? =P ) (Hmm? o/~) (What?) ( *smacks Daegal with an anvil-onna-stick* ) ... I ain't no expert on planes, but that thing looks like he left it overnight in Harlem with a Confederate flag attached. ( X-x ) A Harl- wha? * Eric slows his craft after his landing, taxying it off the runway and to, well, wherever he's gonna keep it for the time being. I'll explain another time. Looks like that thing's gonna survive landing. It already did. I bet he's on there. * Miya runs over to the hangar. * Eric gets out of his plane after shutting it down. He pulls out a slip of paper. "I hope I'm in the right place." [ I hope so, too. ] * Daegal follows Miya. "Ahoy there!" ... always wanted to say that... * Miya blinks back at Daegal. "But we're not on a ship." Eh, close enough. Not... really. * Miya looks mildly confused. And from the looks of it, that's one big piece of ship. Oh! * Eric looks at Daegal. Eric is a little short, skinny, and has a fair complexion. He has blue eyes, and slightly dark blond hair. He's wearing a hooded sweatshirt (hood down) and a pair of jeans. Hi there! Yup, this is the place. * Miya looks over at Eric. "Um... would you know where we could find, um." She checks the sheet again. "Eric Vallejo?" * Eric looks at Miya. "Yeah, what for?" He grins. Well, we were s'posed to pick him up. * Miya blushes. "Kind of. No car or anything. But if you don't... um." Okay, he did say something about this. So, where are we goin'? * Daegal grins. "We're the welcomin' committee. Kinda sad, I know, but it'll get better." * Miya blinks a few times, then her mouth forms an O. "So *you're* Eric. And you... fly a plane? Really? Cool!" * Daegal is fairly tall (6'), with a wiry muscled frame, tannish skin, and short unruly curls of dark hair. He's wearing a white tank top and black track pants. * Miya has chin-length, straight black hair with bangs. She's really small: well under five feet tall, and is wearing sunglasses. Early teens, Japanese, t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. * Eric shrugs. Now that you notice it, he speaks with a fairly Canadian accent. "Well, yeah. But you have me confused. What are you two called?" * Miya tugs on Daegal's arm. ... Bond. James Bond. And this is my sidekick, Shades. * Miya giggles. * Daegal grins. "Daegal Redd. Pleasure ta meetcha." * Eric looks at Daegal. "Okay, Mr. Bond." ( These two? They're Moose and Squirrel. ) (Boris and Natasha?) ( No, because Boris is the short one. =P ) * Miya waves sheepishly. "Miya Yoritomi." She bows. "Nice to meet you." ( Nono, Moose und Squirrel. Daegal is Moose and Miya is Squirrel. ) (He can throw me to win football games!) Welcome to the middle of nowhere and the beginning of something or other. * Eric nods. "Okay, you're Daegal... And you're Miya." Yes. And we're supposed to welcome you to the school so, um, let's get going. You have your things, right? What, this isn't the end of the beginning? ( Actually... ) It's the something of the something. What those somethings are, I don't got a damn clue. All I know is that if evil's around, I'm gonna break my foot off in it's ass... ... and then retrieve my foot... 'cause, y'know, I need it and all... * Daegal grins. * Miya facepalms and just starts walking out. * Eric goes back into the plane and pulls out a suitcase. "Yeah, everything should be here." * Daegal follows. "Hey, that's not bad. 'Hey, villian! Stop hitting my foot with your ass!'... gonna hafta remember that one." Hehe. So we're what, superheroes now? Yup. You lost the coin toss, so you gotta wear the spandex. * Miya nodnods. * Eric locks up the aircraft. "No way in hell am I wearin' spandex." Yes you are. And you get a silly codename, too. Yeah. Like, uh... * Miya thinks. "Exploding Boy!" So... No. Or "Pastrami Lad"! Target. The Human Shield? Dead Man! * Eric shakes his head. "You're the human shield Daegal." She Man! * Eric chuckles. "I... don't think so." * Miya pouts. "Okay. But you're still wearing the spandex. Come on." * Miya goes back to walking. Er, one sec. Need to reboot. x_x * Daegal follows. I'm not wearing spandex. * Eric follows. You are so. Are not. (Why do I have a sudden urge to run out to the zone?) * Miya smiles a little. "Sure you're not." * Eric grins. "Of course I'm not." * Yu-Mei sets mode: +o Daegal Mmm. * Miya glances around, then back at Eric. "So, um. What do you do?" * Eric looks around. "What do you mean 'what do I do?'" Like, um. Your powers. You do have powers, right? ( "Yeah. You're not one of those lame-o mutants with no powers, right?") * Eric nods. "Oh, those. As far as I can tell, I make, well, stuff. Most of the time the 'stuff' explodes though." * Miya nods sagely and stage whispers to Daegal, "Exploding Boy." * Eric looks at Miya. "I don't explode." * Daegal stage-whispers back. "Or Splodey." ... Splodey! Cute! By the way... When do we eat? I'm starving. When we get to the school, I think. They got a kickass kitchen. The size of my old place. Good, I wanna get some deep fryin' going. * Eric looks at Miya. "So, what do you do?" Umm. I teleport. And, um, balance. Teleport? That's really cool. * Miya nods and blushes. "But I have trouble doing both at once." Still, teleporting is really cool. And I... I channel funk into force blasts. Mighty force blasts. Full of funk. * Miya eyes Daegal. Full of funk? * Eric chuckles. "What do you really do?" I glow and hit stuff. Hard. Also heal fast and take hits better. That's cool. ( That's a funky power, there. ) Like the Hulk, but smaller, pinker, and without the silly purple pants. Hey, nothing wrong there. At least you don't go berserk... right? ( "Why am I wearing this stupid freakin' swan costume?! ) (Cuz' it makes you pretty.) Berserk? Nah. Just real pissed off. * Eric smiles. "So, you two have obviously been here for a while. What's it like?" * Miya shrugs. "Tag is fun." I just got here a coupla days ago. The mansion, meanwhile, starts to come into view as you walk down the nice little acess road shaded by trees. From as far away as you are, you can all barely make out someone who seems to be waiting at the front door. Dun-dun-duuuun! * Miya peers. "Who's that? I thought everyone was out." I dunno, I just got here. ... if it's a freakin' Amway salesman, I'm kickin' his ass. * Miya blinks. Amway? Door-to-door salespeople. Very annoying. I'm with ya there... Can't stand them. You approach the door! Person sure doesn't look like a salesperson, but you never know; those salespeople are sneaky. Could be a Girl Scout, too. With cookies. * Eric rubs his tummy. "Cookies..." * Miya blinks at the person. "Hello?" she calls hesitantly. * Ginny doesn't look like a salesperson at all! For one thing, she's too young. * Ginny is a tall, slim girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She's wearing jeans and a shirt, and carrying a suitcase. She looks towards Miya nervously. Uh.. er.. hi. D.. do you live here? Um. Yes? I.. uh.. * Yu-Mei sets mode: +o Ginny I'm.. supposedtomovein. ... you early? Late? I'd say she's right on time. * Ginny pulls out a letter. "I.. I got this in the mail." Nono... I mean, were you supposed to arrive today? * Miya blinks. "Okay? Um... can I see that?" I.. I think so. * Ginny holds the letter out to Miya. * Miya takes it and reads, peering through her sunglasses. * Eric looks over Miya's shoulder as she opens it. "Hey, that looks like the one I got, just replace all the times you say Ginny with Eric and you'd have mine." * Eric grins. [ The letter is a formal invitation and welcoming to the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. ] * Miya blinks. Oh! Okay. Um, I guess... yeah. Come on. * Miya goes and unlocks the door. "So, you're Ginny? I'm Miya." Figures. Save the world a few times, you forget about little things like minors you've inviated to stay at your mansion... *grins* * Eric chuckles. "You know it." The inside of the mansion is about how you'd expect a huge old well- maintained New England estate mansion to look. In other words; very nice. * Ginny nods. "N..nice to meet you." * Eric looks around. "Hey. Nice pad." Wow.. Just like in the old fantasty stories.. * Daegal waves at Ginny. "I'm Daegal, by the way. Welcome to Oz." ( No no NO! ) Eric here, if you didn't figure that out already. And yes, we are over the rainbow. ( You muties are NOT in Australia! ) (G'day mate.) ( That's where muties go when they *die*. ) (In an Erwin voice: What we have here, is the most vicious and dangerous mutant alive. Let's see if we can piss it off!) O- okay. * Miya takes a deep breath, then looks over at Ginny and Eric and smiles. "Welcome to the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters." Where the leaders of tomorrow break stuff today. N..neat. S.. so you guys can.. do stuff too? Um... yeah. Aa... You could say that. * Miya starts leading you into the house. "Um... food first, right? Eric said he's hungry." Food? Where's the kitchen? * Miya heads for the kitchen! * Eric follows Miya. * Ginny follows Miya, not knowing where else to go. * Daegal follows. To the kitchin! The kitchen is quite large, and very, very well appointed. It has two of the big stainless-steel refrigerators commonly seen in professional kitchens. Okay. Um. (Does it have Oil Fryers?) * Miya goes and sits on one of the tables. There's no adults here, so why not? * Miya takes off her sunglasses, too, and puts them down next to her. She looks over at Eric and Ginny with completely blank, white eyes. "So... I guess. Any questions?" (Of course it does. Now go make food.) Uh.. * Eric keeps his eyes on the fridges. "Nice... this'll do." * Daegal starts fixing himself a sandwich, then sits on one of the counters. I.. uh.. ate.. before I came.. A.. are we the only ones here? * Eric dives into the fridges grabbing eggs, fat, potatoes... Just about anything that can be fried. He hops over to the pantry and grabs a few other choice ingredients. Anyone paying attention would notice he's taking about enough to feed ten people. Not... normally? * Miya eyes Eric. "Um. But right now we are. Everyone else is... out, or something." * Eric gets some oil ready, fires up the stove, and starts fryin'. * Ginny looks really nervous, but also really confused. Buying new spandex, prolly. S..spandex? * Eric hmms to himself as the sound of the batter hitting the hot oil fills the air. He's cooking crazy-like, placing portion upon portion on top of an already growing amount of plates. * Miya giggles. * Miya stops giggling and stares at Eric's cooking in horror. "What are you making?" Yup. Spandex. Grown-ups 'round here seem to like the stuff. I just think that fighting evil in a freakin' body stocking is ridiculous. Lunch. ... Um. That's a... lot of really... um. * Ginny looks rather disturbed. Oh, don't worry, I'll eat it. Do you want anything? No? * Eric finishes up the last batch. ... and I'm starting to freak you out, aren't I? Good, cuz' this'll only hold me 'till dinner anyways. To.. to DINNER? * Eric takes the steaming cooking instruments and puts them in one of the industrial sized sinks. A huge hissing sound goes off as the water hits the frying pans. * Miya starts to look mildly ill. D.. does he do this often? I... just met him today? * Eric carries the food back to the table, making about five trips to carry it all. He starts chowing down soon afterwards. * Daegal shrugs. "What's wrong with a healthy appatite?" * Miya watches with morbid fascination. But.. all that food.. isn't healthy.. Nothing, but... it's... all fat. * Eric mumbles from his mouth. (Where else would you mumble from?) * Eric is practically inhaling the food off the plates. He's already through three of them. (Good question.) Maybe he has mutant skinniness powers or somethin'. Yeah. Skinniness.. power? * Ginny thinks for a second. "I.. I saw a guy who.. who had mutant heavyness power once..." I think I'd rather be skinny. I.. I think. * Eric finishes off his plates. Even though he should probably be three times wider than he was at the beginning, he doesn't look any different. "Hrmm... You know, I never thought of that." * Miya stares at Eric. "How *couldn't* you?" * Eric shrugs. "I'm lucky?" * Miya facepalms. * Eric takes the plates over to wash them. "Well, I might as well clean up after myself." * Miya closes her eyes. "Um, anyway. Right. Powers." I guess we should all know what we do and stuff. Since we're stuck together. * Miya smiles weakly. Miya shoots ice cream from her eyes! * Miya eyes Daegal. "Splat." * Eric nods. "Do you want demonstrations this time? 'Cuz if you do here isn't the best place." T.. that's a weird power. * Daegal stumbles back as if hit. * Eric chuckles. ... so cold... and delicious... *hams it up* * Miya jumps to her feet, on the table, and glares at Daegal. "Splat! Splatsplatsplatsplat!" * Eric cracks up. Not the cookies and creme! My one weakness! Argh! Ha! * Ginny giggles. ... anyway. *stands* You wanna start, Eric? I started last time, didn' I? Well, um. Maybe we should demonstrate in that room we're not supposed to be in? * Ginny looks confuzzled. What? ... I think we should let Ginny and Eric get settled before we drag them into the simulated combat arena. S..simulated combat arena? W.. what's that? Sounds like a place where you simulate combat, duh? Well, if he *really* blows stuff up, that's where to do it in. Big ol' room. Makes these kinda solid holograms or somethin' that you can fight... really cool. * Daegal hrms. "Can you make stuff not blow up too big, Eric?" Wow.. Um... Let me think... no. Well, I could try. No gaurntees though. * Miya scratches at the back of her head. "I can demonstrate, I guess." * Eric grins. ... err... that fails to inspire confidence, Eric. Oh, I think I know one thing I can do. It's not much compared to blowing stuff up... You mean besides eat tons of fried... ick? Yeah, and it's not ick. It's good food. ( Calories are my allies. ) Ick. So... Miya? Eric? * Eric concentrates on his hand, and a metal spork appears out of, well, nowhere. * Miya blinks. "Cool!" You.. have the ability to create sporks out of thin air? * Eric begins to sweat. "Yeah... cool." The spoon dissappears as soon as he turns his attention from it. "What?" He's the Sporkmaster! Splodey the Sporkmaster! That'd be nice. Always have something to eat with. Nah, I can do other things to... Just can't make anything really useful. You know, you have a real way with words. That's your title. Splodey the Sprokmaster. Now we can put you in Sporky Spandex. * Daegal grins. "I'm from Brooklyn. We's good with the words there." * Eric sweatdrops. "No, and no." Aww, come on! O.. oh my. And you need a Sporkmobile, of course. ... an EXPLODING Sporkmobile! * Miya giggles. "And the Sporkcave." She looks over at Daegal. "That's right, right? Sporkcave?" * Eric holds his head. He's laughing, really. "Dude, you're talking about Batman." * Ginny giggles. Yup, Sporkcave. Cave fulla sporks. Right! * Miya powerposes. "Splodey to the rescue!" Great, now go blow up, okay? ( So who'd be his sidekick? ) ... ooh. And the Sporksignal! * Eric mumbles to himself. "I knew I shouldn't have done a spork." ... anyway. Miya, you wanna go next? Um... okay. * Miya jumps off the table, then climbs onto a chair. * Miya climbs onto the *back* of the chair. By all rights it should fall over, but it doesn't even wobble. Neither does she, even when she spins on one foot to look back at the rest of you. You have the ability to prevent chairs from falling over? * Miya giggles. "No, I keep me from falling over. Um. I think Hank called it density manipulation, or something." * Eric looks at Miya. "Either that or she's a furni-path." Neat. Furni-wha? Kinda like a telepath, only you can talk to furniture... It's a joke, get it? * Miya looks at Eric blankly. "No?" * Eric sighs. "Nevermind." * Miya scratches at the back of her head, then shrugs. "Anyway, the other thing." She vanishes in a flash of white light, reappearing behind Eric. "Boo!" * Eric jumps from where he was standing. "Gah! Don't do that." * Ginny jumps into the air. "Waah!" * Miya sticks her tongue out at him. W..wow! You can teleport? * Daegal grins. Uh huh. T..that would make getting to school easier. * Miya smiles a little. "I guess." Yeah, I swear, that's just plain cool. ( It is. ^_^ ) * Daegal turns to Ginny. "You wanna go now, or should I?" Uh.. Y.. you should go.. go first. *shrug* Okay... Miya, wouldja mind kicking me in the ribs a coupla times? * Miya eyes Daegal, then shrugs. "Sure. I'll try not to break anything." She grins. (Yes, seeing under five foot Miya semi-threatening giant Daegal is amusing me. ^^) * Eric raises an eyebrow. "I hope you know what you're doing." * Daegal lifts his right arm, exposing that side of his rib cage. "Right around there." * Miya shrugs and walks over to Daegal. "How hard?" * Ginny looks worried. Hard as ya want. I heal quick. * Miya frowns a little. "If you say so." She relaxes, then spins, sending a roundhouse straight to where Daegal pointed. * Eric blinks as she does this. "Wow, she even has quick kicking action too." There is an audible *'thwack'*. * Daegal winces. "Ow... again." * Miya plants her foot. "Fine, but if you end up with broken ribs, it's *your* fault." She snaps her other leg up, kicking that same spot. That seemed to do the trick; Daegal starts to glow! * Miya grins and hops back, settling into a loose stance. * Daegal grits his teeth, and is really wincing now. "Ah fuck... cripes, there we go." Told you so! ... Nothing's broken, right? * Ginny looks worried. "W.. what's going on?" I... don't know. Nah, just hurts like all hell... got some kick there. *Starts laughing, then grabs ribs and winces* * Miya grimaces. "You're gonna be okay, right?" * Daegal turns to Ginny and Eric. "Pain triggers the glowing. I get stronger, tougher to hurt, so on." Ah, okay... I really hope she didn't break anything though. Means I gotta take a few shots before my powers kick in, unfortunately. I bet you wanna learn how to do that without takin' the shots, right? O.. oh. .. That must be sorta.. painful. Nah. I've had my ribs broke enough times to know what it feels like... just bruised. Maybe cracked, at worst. * Miya nods. "It didn't feel like I broke anything, but I wanted to be sure." She stops before she can elaborate on how she has experience with that. * Daegal lifts the table up with one hand, and holds it over his head. "But it lets me do this." Wow! * Eric makes a face at that. "Man, I hear broken ribs real- Wow." *puts the table down* Been able to lift cars a few times... not sure if I can do more than that. ( The table is a thick slab of marble on wrought-iron legs. It's likely very heavy, yo. ) (For effect, no?) And I heal quick, too. Gimme a half-hour or so of not getting kicked in the torso and I'll be good as new. * Miya pouts. "You ruin all my fun." ... oh, and I do some martial arts too. * Eric grins. "Why of course you will. Then she can beat you up again." * Daegal grabs Miya, lifts her up, and airplane spins her. * Miya laughs. *spinspinspinspin* Stop, stop! I'm getting dizzy! * Eric looks up. "But you can't, you have the anti-dizzy power! I think..." Don't thiiiiink so. @_@ Wait, no, you're right, you're getting dizzy. * Eric grins. * Daegal stops, puts Miya down, and goes back to holding his ribs and wincing. "Judo based style, with some pro wrestling thrown in." * Miya wobbles a little. "Uh huh." Glowin' also takes the edge off the pain a bit. At least enough that I can keep fighting. * Eric shrugs. "I just try not to get into a fight." * Miya straightens herself out soon enough and smiles sheepishly. "A style of shotokan here. I'm sorry I didn't mention it." * Eric shrugs. "I didn't mention what I can do without my powers." Well, yeah. But... um. Anyway. Ginny? U.. uh. O..okay. Yesh, what's your... you know. * Daegal turns to Miya. "Thanks for the kicks, by the way. Beats whacking my head against the wall repeatedly." * Ginny opens up her case. Inside are clothes, but also a ton of books. She picks one at random. Looking closely, you can tell it's a Star Wars novel. She opens it up to a bookmarked page and begins to read. There is a bright flash of light, and when it fades.. * Ginny looks rather different. She's got red hair, and is wearing some sort of flightsuit. She's got a device hooked to a belt on the suit, and is holding herself more confidently. This is my power. ... you're a mutant Star Wars fan? * Ginny flips the device off her belt and presses a switch. It turns into a rather famous weapon, a Lightsaber. "Pretty neat, huh? I turn into whatever I read." * Eric looks at her. "What the?" * Miya stares. "Wooow. Glowing sword! Cool!" Like I said. I turn into whatever I read. Only into the female characters in the book, not the male. That is neat. Isn't it though? ... Can you read Japanese? ... so if you read Hamlet, you turn into a whiny Danish guy? Nope. It'd turn into a insane Danish lady. Yeah, yeah I can. That's.. err.. my other ability. I can read almost any language. And if you read Lord of the Flies you turn into some psycho-kid? Pretty much. * Miya grins madly. "So you can turn into Lina Inverse? Neat!" Lina who? Yeah.. err.. I don't like to do that. Stuff tends to explode, and people notice. This.. * Ginny waves the sword around.. Is a bit more.. quiet. * Eric looks at the sword. "That's a physical impossability, you do know that, right?" * Miya stays clear of the sword. "Oh, okay." It's quieter then big explosions. ... what if you read the Bible? Could you make it rain frogs? * Miya giggles. * Eric grins. "I know, I've tried to make one before." I refuse to read the Bible. Not gonna risk turning into the whore of Babloyn or something. I don't think she'd like that. Read the Old Testament, then. You get God in his badass stage. * Ginny decativates the lightsaber, clips it back onto her belt and with another flash, is regular Ginny again. T.. that's my power. With the smiting and the turning people into salt licks... * Miya idly throws a spoon at Daegal. You've been smited. Have a nice day. * Daegal doesn't seem to notice when it bounces off his head. So... right. We have the whole place to ourselves. Least, until everyone gets back. What do you wanna do? Man, you'd like some of the stuff my sister writes then. How about unpack? * Miya blushes. "But I don't know where either of you are staying." * Eric pulls out his letter. "I think it says somewhere on here." * Ginny looks at her letter. ( Actually, it doesn't. Oops. ) Well shoot. Where could we find out? Um. * Miya frowns a little as she thinks about that. Maybe... it's in the files somewhere? Maybe. Where would the files be? [ Session end... for now. MWAHAHAHAA!]