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Shining Light: A Time of Heroes Thread 3: Never Sleeps Edition !Ren/VL7f/QCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563187[View All]

#Ask/Invite #Canon: Lost Light Universe #Era: Shining Light #Superheroes #IC

>A world never sleeps. There is always something in motion. And while one person rests, another person will be going through events that will change the very fabric of their being. So, no matter the time, a world never sleeps.

>In fact, when it's night, the world usually has the stories that are the most interesting. The moonlit confrontations next to towering buildings. Feelings pouring out under a torrent of rain by the light of streetlamps. Something as simple as a bare knuckle brawl on a prairie next to a river. There's a magic to night that can make anything seem poetic, and wonderful.

>Whether the roaring torrent of feelings was the last desperate attempt to convince somebody that they were meant to be together, or an amorous young adult in a night club attempting to explain to their would-be paramour why the mullet is objectively Superman's best haircut.

>That's the kind of world this is. Conflicts of world-ending portents, rising emotion. People crossing fists for fun, and arguments so heated that they couldn't be about anything other than the trivial.

>Both are important. Both are enjoyable.

>Welcome to Shining Light.

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Lizabeth Ozborn!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563755

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>Liz's strange smile grew a bit more as Albert accepted her offer

>so, a short while later...

>from breakfast to dinner, STAR Academy's cafeteria was always open to tend to the food needs of everyone
>since they arrived a bit early, there were still plenty of seats to choose from, so Liz went for a secluded booth
>in front of her was a simple yet hearty salad, a generous and colorful collection of healthy vegetables to satiate her stomach
I don't usually eat in such public spaces... normally I'll just bring the food back to my room...
>she looked aside at the rest of the people in the cafeteria, and those just now walking in
It's... interesting...

Sitting besides so many people... each one with their own lives, own problems, conversations...

But unlike watching people from afar, you too belong to that group... just one of many seeking to fill their hunger, aware yet unaware of all those surrounding you...

I wonder if anyone is wondering about us... the same way I wonder about them...
>she refocused on her salad
I do not feel watched... but you can never truly know...

Albert Patterson!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563756

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>Albert's dinner was relatively light as well, given he had still been digesting the taste-test session Winnie had roped him into, consisting only of a plate of fries
>he didn't even put gravy on them, because he didn't follow these new Canadian stereotypes dammit
>just the old ones

>he listened quietly as Liz mused on the idea of wondering about other people's lives, and if people were doing the same with them

>while he wasn't much of a people watcher himself, he could understand the appeal a bit, and knew what it was like to be on the other end

I'm sure there are a couple 'f people who would be curious. I mean, we're all interestin' in different ways, right?

>he said this while remembering his rather odd experience with that Bram person before

>in hindsight, him coming up and starting a conversation with him had to be because of something like that
>although why he asked about Abby was still rather perplexing

You could always jus' talk t' someone. It seems t' be workin' out fer me better than I expected!

>really, if he had been two or three years younger when he came here he'd be totally different

>no way would he be this sociable

Lizabeth Ozborn!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563757

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>"You could always jus' talk t' someone."
>Liz let out a soft hum and she poked at her salad
I've attempted... "just talking" to others before...

Approaching people, introducing myself, asking questions... I can't say I seemed to be as lucky as you...

Most found me strange... or were confused at me... or startled, if they didn't notice me... and those who humored my curiosity usually end up afraid of me the more I shared about myself...

I try to be honest... about me and what I am capable of... it isn't fair to others to not be aware of it...

>she took a pause to eat a bit of salad, chewing rather slowly prior to swallowing her food

Being social... it must be nice... but I seem to have more luck in interactions whose focus aren't strictly social...

The fashion club has accepted me, when I originally only joined because... I enjoy knitting...

I had no assumptions of making any friends, but ended up meeting many new people simply because they enjoyed my work...

People meet people differently, I suppose... social interactions are all about using your best tools to make others like you...

Some are naturally inviting... molded like friends instantly... you seem to be that way... I feel nice around you... you seem trustworthy and patient... even for a relative stranger, I feel like I can let my guard down around you...

It's strange... difficult to explain... but I feel no danger... I feel... safe, even...

Albert Patterson!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563760

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>Albert kept quiet while sampling from the plate of fries he had, mulling over what Liz was telling him
>he could understand her tribulations with connecting with people - he didn't say it aloud but she did tend to come off as a bit creepy, with her stare being so focused and her method of speech being just slightly...off
>but after meeting Abby and still being curious enough to find her (was she avoiding him?) Liz seemed just fine to him

>he flushed again slightly at Liz's repeated compliment to him, and he couldn't help but find it strange

>was he really that nice to her?
>he wasn't even really thinking about it all that much, he just tried to help
>then again maybe it just seemed notable to her given her utilitarian way of getting to know people

A-Am I really that friendly...?

Honestly, b'fore I came here I wasn't...like, at all. I didn' get along with most anyone, an' would try 'n get out 'f class partially because I jus' didn't want ta deal with them. I got along with one 'f my teachers more than anyone my age...

<"...I wonder what Double's up to now, come to think of it..."

Lizabeth Ozborn!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563761

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>Liz let out a quiet hum, clearly paying attention to Albert
>she never quite seemed not to be, keeping her focus on him pretty regularly
That is surprising to hear... I would have never guessed...

>she tilted her head slightly

I suppose people can always change... it's never truly late...

But I wonder how... what causes such a shift...

Is it simply the change in scenery... or the scenery itself... the academy is a strange place... but we are all strange... like you said, interesting in different ways...

I've had people approach me, curious about me and what I can do... attracting attention isn't hard, but retaining it is...

I would never say I feel alone... even without the fashion club, I would always have a friend... Sandy is always there, even when we were young...

...this teacher of yours... were they someone special to you... in a setting where few others were...?

Albert Patterson!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563764

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>Albert's expression changed to an uncertain one
>determining how exactly he felt about Double was...tricky
>he was close to her and had a crush on her, of course
>but was how he viewed her really accurate?
>there was still a lot about her he didn't really know, and it seemed like she kept her guard up in a lot of ways
>even now he had a hard time deciding if they were still close, especially since they didn't really talk since he moved

...she...she was, yeah...

It was like...it felt like she was genuine, y'know? Most people I knew in that school, whether I would've hung out with them or not, felt like they were just putting on airs or put up an image of what they thought people would like. An' she just...was.

I didn't really feel at home then, so getting to talk to her on a regular basis was a lot more refreshing...

>he frowned in thought, poking at his fries as he spoke

...now, I dunno where we stand. When I told her I was coming here it didn't seem to really affect her that much. She was surprised, yeah, but just kinda rolled with it.

...I dunno, maybe I'm expecting too much...

Lizabeth Ozborn!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563771

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>Liz was quiet, slowly picking away at her salad as Albert aired out something that sounded like it had been in his mind for a while
>she wondered shortly why he was so quick to open up to her; most people didn't find her someone they could trust
>was Albert's trustworthiness somehow a byproduct of how trusting he was towards others?
>"...I dunno, maybe I'm expecting too much..."


Were you in love with her?
>the question was blunt as a sledgehammer, but delivered as casually as casual could be
>there wasn't any surprise, any teasing, not even any big curiosity, really
>it just seemed like the most obvious question to pose

Everyone!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563772

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>it wasn't too late to back down
>just stand up from her desk, leap out the window, and flee to Nepal where she could live the rest of her life as a goat
>that was the thought endlessly repeating itself inside Charlotte Charles- no... Joy Torres's mind
>the life she had worked so, so hard to remain dead had just crawled its way back onto her lap
>and as much as she desperately wanted to run away... she knew she couldn't


>it was too later to run anyway
Uhh... hello?
>Joanne Cannes peaked into the room
>admittedly, she was a bit surprised to see someone was inside the room
>Joanne had always had a very acute hearing, so she was pretty positive the room was empty at first with how deathly silent it seemed

Yes, Ms. Cannes. Please, come in.
>Charlotte called from her desk, making a vague motion with her hand
>she seemed as cold as a statue, but boy, did she feel the most nervous she had ever been in her life

Heh... Thanks for actually getting my name right.
>Joanne commented with a bit of a smirk as she stepped inside
You wouldn't believe how many people have called me "Cans" before.
>she took her seat, only to be faced with the unflinching visage of Charlotte Charlestone
<"...tough crowd..."

>now that she'd finally saw Joanne Cannes in the flesh... quite frankly, she saw very little in common between them
>but that just seemed to be a Torres thing; she didn't resemble her sister very much; her own daughter didn't resemble her at all; and pretty much nobody in the family looked like her own mother
>as much as she liked her brain to believe that this was all one big misunderstanding, she knew full well that wishful thinking
>every single detail added up; there was no escaping the unequivocal truth that-

Sooo... what am in for?

>crap, how long had she been quiet

Is this about the open mic night thing?

What- ...no. No, it is not about that. Much as the faculty doesn't exactly condone such vivid language, we respect our students' creative freedom, and all the necessary warnings were properly given for that event. You did not break any rules, so you have no need to concern yourself over any punishment.

>Joanne let out a light sigh

That's good to hear.






So... what did you call me here for?

>Charlotte flinched a little, realizing she'd gone silent again

>damn it; she really wished the conversation could've stayed on strict professional terms
Y-Yes, well... Miss Cannes... it's-...
>just say something
...STAR Academy takes a great interest in knowing its students are having the best possible experience they can during their stay here. You've had a long trip from your hometown just to come here, yes?

>Joanne blinked, but that sounded pretty logical

Well, yeah, I guess so. Douglastown and Metropolis are totally different worlds, but I think I've managed fine. It's not my first time in a big city or anything, so...
>she shrugged her shoulders

I see. And your rooming situation. Has it been satisfactory?

Oh, yeah. There was a bit of a growing process, for sure, but Abs is cool once you get to know her.

...right. It's quite peculiar, actually, that someone could grow to accustomed to Miss Addams's unique attributes so quickly.

>Joanne just gave another shrug

I'm just that brave, I guess.


>great, more silence
>although, strangely enough, it wasn't that awkward
>not for Joanne, at least, and she couldn't really pinpoint why
>something about the silence between them just felt... normal?
>like they could sit there staring at each other for hours, and somehow still feel like they had a decent conversation
>it was weird



...your family situation, Miss Cannes...

>Joanne slowly raised an eyebrow


Not that I mean to pry, but-... well, we're aware of your father's condition.


It couldn't possibly have been easy... growing up with a parent so far ahead in years...

>Joanne's expression very subtly soured

What's it to you?

>Charlotte didn't move, but inwardly, she felt that iciness in Joanne's monotone voice

Sure, dad's old, but he's always been there for me.
>her hand reached up, somewhat by instinct, to feel the dog tags he'd given her to remember him by
Just because he forgets things sometimes, it doesn't mean he's a bad father.

Th-That's not what I was trying to insinuate, Miss C-

Then what?
>Joanne bluntly interrupted
You know I've heard that before, right? Everyone thinks they just know what's better for me, when they don't even know my dad. That man worked himself to death to make sure I had the best life I could possibly have, and he did it all alone.


So if you think I'm gonna sit here and listen to another damn suit try to tell me that-

What of your mother.

>Joanne was snapped out of her train of thought with Charlotte's own interruption

Wh-... My mom's a saint, just as much as dad is, and even more of a reason for people to leave me alo-

Your birth mother.

Everyone!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563773

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>Joanne's voice quickly died in her throat, her eyes widening as much of that fire in her died down
>instead, she shrunk into herself, putting up every defense she'd gathered in her life up to this point
What about her?

What do you know of her.

I know she abandoned me.
>Joanne's answer was almost instantaneous
And my dad. In the one moment he needed her the most.
>she shrugged her shoulders
She wanted nothing to do with either of us. That was her decision. My decision was to not care about the woman who doesn't care about me.
>she let out a short click of her tongue
I already have a mother. So I don't see why I have to bother thinking about this other wom-
>she paused, quickly gaining a more nervous look on her face
Wait... don't fucking tell me you guys found her or something!?
>she quickly stood up from her chair
That's it, isn't it!? She's gonna step in through the door like some fuckin' cheap reality show, right!? You can't do this to-

Miss Cannes, please, calm down. We made no such search for your biological mother.

>Joanne flinched at Charlotte's unflinching monotone, but did as told

>she took in a few deep breaths, wiping some of the sweat that had been dripping down her face already

...technically speaking... we came across entirely by luck.

>Joanne very slowly lifted her head to stare at the woman in front of her

...Miss Cannes, there is no easy way to say this, but... I can say it with certainty. I am your biological mother.

>Joanne's eyes widened, taking a slightly stumbling step backward


It was... quite the shock for me as well. And it took a lot of thinking on my behalf to figure out what the best course of action to take would have been.
>she looked up at Joanne
In the end, I decided the truth was what you deserved. Anything would be-


>Charlotte jolted up to her feet once Joanne had collided directly against the chair behind her
Joanne. Are you-

>her voice came out as a panicked cacophony, the girl trembling on the floor
>and glaring up at Charlotte with a mixture of confusion, anger, and even fear
Don't CALL me that you don't- you don't GET TO call me THAT!

I understand, Miss Cannes, but-

No, no, no,, no-!!
>Joanne scrambled on the floor, quickly getting back to her feet
>while still backing away from the woman and towards the exit
You- you can't- you can't just- you CAN'T- don't-do this to me-I CAN'T take it-!

>Charlotte was left silent, not moving from her place behind her desk

>until finally, all she could really utter was a simple, monotone:
...I'm sorry.

>Joanne backed away again, hitting the cabinet behind her, but not even registering the pain
You-I'm so-!?
>Joanne quickly brought her hands to cover her mouth, her breathing growing increasingly erratic
>her vision was distorted, both from the turbulence going on inside her brain, and the tears there were freely pouring out from her eyes
>finally, she was able to command her legs to turn around as fast as they could, and run straight out the door without another word

>Charlotte slowly lowered herself to take her seat again
>arms folded on the desk in front of her, she coiled into herself as she put up a cone of silence around her
>and let her own painful, messy cry out of her freely for once in her life
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Albert Patterson!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563774

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>Albert jolted at the question, not only unprepared for it but wondering how the hell Liz even got to that conclusion

>let alone the fact that it wasn't all that farfetched


>with his face just a bit redder, Albert tried his best to articulate his complicated thoughts


It's hard t' really say...I definitely like her, an' I liked hangin' out with her...but it jus' felt like somethin' tha'd never really happen. So I didn' ever try an' bring it up...

An' now I've been here fer so long, it's like it's jus'...not ever on my mind.

>he frowned uncertainly, scratching his head

I dunno what that says about me...

Lizabeth Ozborn!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563775

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>"I dunno what that says about me..."
>Liz blinked, tilting her head slightly again
Why do you think it would...?

You said it yourself... you never felt like anything could happen, so you did the only logical thing...

You moved on... moving on is important... meeting new people, new friends, new love...

For some it is easy... for others, it is the hardest thing in the world... but that doesn't change anything...

It's what is best for you... it's what opens up more paths in front of you... rather than dwell on an obsession that would never go anywhere...

Lizabeth Ozborn!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563776

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>STAR Academy's sports hall was easily one of the largest areas in the entire faculty
>not only did it encompass the enormous gymnasium, but a few dozen outdoor courts for nearly every sport imaginable
>being attached at the hip several other facilities one could get a good workout and tone one's body also helped its impressive size
>this was where many students often came to put their skills to the practice, a sense of friendly and accepting competition being shared among them
>one didn't need to be physically fit to participate; if you felt confident enough in your meta-quirk, then you were more than free to take up a challenge, or send one out of your own

>but today was a much more relaxed day for the general area

>it was too close to lunchtime for the usually large crowds to have flooded in, leaving only a handful of stragglers inside the gymnasium

>despite his best efforts, Jin Unmane had yet to be able to fulfill his dream of a dedicated area to practice his sumo skills

>he didn't blame the faculty, of course; sumo wasn't exactly a high-demand sport in Illinois, but as a San Fransokyo native, it was something he quite sorely missed
>thankfully, Jin had found a good number of like-minded friends who gladly joined his unofficial sumo club
>with only a few more members, Jin was certain he could make a better case towards the faculty to offer them a proper ring
>in the meantime, a makeshift ring on some mats was a perfectly acceptable substitute for Jin and his friends to clash in their intense bouts

>today, Jin found himself in a scenario he would normally be very excited for

>any time someone new approached him with the hopes of a tryout was a great day
>unfortunately for him, they current hopeful applicant... well, it didn't take a well-trained eye to tell she wasn't exactly cut out for the job
>regular sumo already requires a strong and sturdy body, but this wasn't ordinary sumo by any means
>Jin and his friends enjoyed mixing in their unique abilities with the sport, so long as all the basic rules were followed
>and it had nothing to do with the fact the girl in front of her was half his size; Jin had been at STAR long enough to know that size had no bearing on one's meta-quirk
OK! OK, jus'-... huff puff... one more try! I gots it this time!

Well... if you insist...

>both fighters took their stances

>and in the blink of an eye-
>the girl was sent flying off the ring as soon as her hands hit Jin, and onto some crash pads they had set up for her after the fifth time that had happened
>the problem wasn't that the girl didn't seem physically fit; the problem was that her meta-quirk was literally incompatible with the sport

>Willow Paige wasn't quite as popular around the school as her older brother was; most people didn't even realize they were siblings to begin with
>but she was pretty recognizable around campus, for a couple of reasons
OK! Best... twelve out of seventeen!

I... don't think that's how that works...
>Jin sighed, scratching his cheek
L-Look, I really appreciate that you have an interest in us, but... I don't think this is the sport for you...

Oh, come oooooooon!
>Will jumped onto her feet (being very careful to land toes-first) with a rather... unique bounciness that had earned her some repute around campus
I just didn't have my back in it! Maybe ya's just too big for me! Gimme a month or two; I can gain weight!

>Jin heard someone behind him try desperately not to snicker

Well... it's true; your spring quirk would probably work better that way...

See! Even ya agree~!

If that's what you want, I can't exactly stop you... b-but I still don't think we can accept you as you currently are...

>Will pouted, clearly disappointed, but also understanding

Yeah, I guess ya right...


>she gave him a sharp toothed grin

Bah! No hard feelings! Ya gotta look after yer own goals; I getcha!
>she gave them a quick thumbs up
Good luck on getting that club! I'm rottin' for yas!
>with a hum, she then completely changed her focus around her
Hmm... if sumo's outta the question... what else I gots t' try...

Albert Patterson!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563777

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>Albert didn't respond right away, but he did concede that Liz was right
>if he was still stewing over his relationship with Double here, especially considering it likely wouldn't go anywhere, that'd just show he was too far gone to act rationally
>and he did move on...more or less, which was for the better
>at least, for the most part

...yeah, yer right...

>he offered a slight smile at Liz after this, and while he still had a nagging concern or two, he didn't want to dominate the conversation

An' comin' here has been a lot 'f help with that. An' jus'...bein' more friendly, I guess.

I guess I jus' needed th' change t' realize that's th' kinda person I am, right?

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>The sports hall was a good place to observe a large amount of the student body using their meta-quirks. Which was why Chris could be commonly found there in spite of their short stature and rather frail body, perched on the bleachers with their notebooks and a pair of binoculars. What was there to see today?
>Vanessa was playing volley ball... No wait, the ball was her head and she's trying to get it back.
>That new student Veronica was on the rock wall. Hard to get information on that one always seems to know when Chris was following her.
>Miss Springs was running a class through drills, getting them to run while tethered to a giant tire. Would Chris be subjected to that too as part of the Hero Courses? Would they even be able to move much less run with something that heavy dragging behind them?

likely not. they'll need to give me something lighter... like a regular tire.

>In addition to their notebook full of data on students, they had several thick books on mathematical equations, quantum theory, and... "It's Morphin Time! The big book of transformations and the science behind them!" A strange combination of literature but Chris wasn't exactly a normal person. What *is* normal anymore? Hmmm no, shouldn't get distracted. Can't let any new information slip past.

Albert Patterson!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563779

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>after a pleasant dinner and everything else today had brought, Albert was just about ready to call it a day
>so he was heading back to his room, mulling over his last conversation with Liz a bit
>while he did feel that he needed to come here now, if only to get over some of his hang-ups with people, a part of him still felt uneasy
>that knowledge that he'd have to leave all of this behind and go back home when he was done wasn't gone yet, and while he thought he'd accepted that now he felt guilty about it again
>how many of the friends he made here would he just have to move on from when this was over?
>if he did somehow find a relationship here, would that have to end too?

<"...man this sucks to think about."

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>Will tried to keep up with her mental list of sports she had already tried
>it was a bit of a long one, so she was a bit distracted
>she could spot that big wall in the distant though; that looked kinda neat!
>but was wall climbing really a sport?
>it seemed more like a skill to her
>but it still looked fun; she liked high places!
>maybe she could go over and-
>stopping, she noticed someone who seemed a little out of place
>a small girl with binoculars and a lot of books strewn around
>who brought books to the gym?
>gyms aren't for books; libraries are for books!
>was she lost or something?
>but then why the funky make-see-far glasses?
>was her eyesight that bad?
>she seemed to be focusing a lot on al the other students
>wait a second...
>waaaaaait a second...
>Will swiftly marched over to the bleachers, taking heavy steps upwards towards the peeper
>and stopped directly in front of her binoculars, arms crossed just above her stomach, and a stern look in her eyes

You seein' any sign around here sayin' it's OK to stare?

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>it happened remarkably fast
>where exactly she had come from wasn't immediately clear, since she had approached Albert with frightening silence
>her hand gripped down on his forearm tightly, as she sped past him in an uncharacteristically fast stride for Joanne Cannes
>she didn't utter a single word, she didn't ask for anything, she just grabbed Albert and expected him to be dragged along behind her
>a bizarre noise left Joanne's mouth, her heavy breathing being mixed in with noise as she was clearly unable to control her powers at this moment
>she kept her head lowered, but her perfect poker face was very noticeably forceful, her eyes wide and twitching as she kept them glued on the ground

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>Albert was jarred out of his thoughts when he felt the sudden tug on his arm, pulling him forward into a faster pace than he had before

>he looked over to see who had latched onto him, starting to voice his confusion upon noticing who it was


>he stopped partway, however, noticing that something was definitely wrong

>the way she wasn't looking at him, the fact that all that came from her was some incoherent mixes of sounds, very quickly indicated that something had happened and they needed to talk
>so Albert kept his mouth shut and simply kept up the pace with her, waiting to see where they'd go

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>the walk was lengthy, and on more than one occasion, it was clear Joanne didn't actually know where she was going
>she'd often stop and turn suddenly, and roam around the same places for a minute or two, before once again changing trajectories
>all the while without uttering a single word, only the bizarre white noise still leaving her throat
>after what felt like half an hour of this, Joanne finally seemed to slow down and come to a stop in one of the campus's small plazas
>she let go of Albert's arm, making a direct line to one of the tables, and simply taking a seat
>before instantly dropping her head onto her arms over the table, taking in deep breaths, the cacophonous noise coming from her throat slowly settling down
>after a good minute or two of this, Joanne finally grew silent, breathing softly and normally for the first time in a while
>she was trembling, and quite visibly so, but at least she seemed able to talk

...I need to leave...

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>Focused on their studies as Chris was, they didn't notice the girl approaching until they were obstructing their view. Lowing the binoculars to look at the source of the interruption...


>However, Chris found their eyes refusing to travel further north to reach the other person's face. Their gaze Somehow content on it's residency on the twin peaks they'd found themselves on.

<"How does she even stand up with those?"

I beg your... pardon?
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>once they had finally come to a stop, Albert immediately took a seat beside Joanne, placing a hand on her shoulder to try and keep her steady
>whatever this was it was clearly a huge deal to her, and she looked so upset by it that he wasn't really sure where to begin
>for the moment, all he could do was try and be there for her as best he could


>when she did finally speak, he jolted again, looking at her with a shocked expression


Like, from STAR altogether?

<"This is that bad?!"

>Albert couldn't even comprehend what could prompt that from her

>she had been so gung-ho about going to STAR, and even talked him out of walking away when he had second thoughts, so what could make her want to leave?

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>Will quickly let out a snort
Beg all ya want, it ain't makin' a difference!
>she quickly swiped the binoculars off of Chris's hands
Ya think yer bein' clever or something!?

Takes a lotta guts t' not even try and hide yourself when doing somethin' like this!

I gots my right mind t' go and tell a teacher about this, but I don't mind letting ya off with a warnin', got it?

Just don't let me catch ya doin' this again! Have some decency, man!

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>Joanne nodded her head quite emphatically
Yes. Leave. Right now. I can't-
>she brought both hands to her face, taking in another deep breath
>she needed to take a few seconds to calm herself down, and really think about what she was saying
...no... I-...I don't know... I...
>she let out a low growl
Goddammit... fuck... why this...
>another deep breath through clenched teeth, Joanne reaching up to rub at her eyes
I-I'm sorry, I-...I just-... I don't know what to do, and- and you're the only person I could think of to talk to, but-...but I don't-...

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What are you-- hey!

>Shocked that someone would just take something from them like that, Chris gawked for a moment which allowed this person to... lecture them? Hide? Gah! She was making no sense and she was being a distraction.

What are you going on about?! And return those to me at once, those binoculars are not a toy!

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Come on, don't try and play dumb with me!
>Will sighed at the sad, sad sight in front of her
>she still handed the binoculars back however; she wasn't going to steal them
>even if it would technically be for a good cause?
>whatever, she just didn't want this girl to go around peeping again
Look, I'm tryin' to give you a chance here!

If anyone else caught you peepin' on other students, I don't think they'd be quite so forgiving!

Those goggles of yers just clinch it, man! Yer not even bein' subtle about it!

>she looked down at all the books strewn around the place, raising an eyebrow

>and randomly picking up one of them to flip through
And what's these for anyway? Don't tell me ya gots any photos hidden in these! That's just low!

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>Albert watched as Joanne struggled with what to think over whatever was affecting her, trying not to take an impulsive course of action but still really needing to just get away from the situation
>he waited until she calmed down a little more, and simply moved his hand off of her shoulder, only to wrap his arm around her back and pull her into a half-hug

Hey, it's OK, y'know you can come t' me with anything.

What happened, though?

>he paused for a moment, then he couldn't help but let the worse case scenario sink into his head and have his brain run with it

...did someone hurt you?!

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>the half-hug did wonders in grounding Joanne's thoughts, and letting her be more thorough with how she filtered the mess going on in her brain
>so when he asked, Joanne was quick to shake her head
N-No, no, it wasn't- it wasn't that...
>a part of her brain almost wanted to say it was worse
>she could handle hurt; she'd been hurt before
>but this... how the hell do you handle this!?

OK... OK...

It's-... it's my mo- my-...
>a growl, before she got it out through gritted teeth:
T-The woman who gave birth to me.

...she's-... she's here. She knows me. She's-... she's a teacher here, and I-... Fuck!
>she curled up, leaning further onto Albert without knowing what else to do
How the fuck did this happen...

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>Albert calmed down a little bit after Joanne said no one had hurt her, but he was still a bit antsy
>he held his tongue, however, and let her get out what she needed to say, explaining what happened


>which was such a sudden turn of events that Albert actually didn't know how to respond, staring blankly at Joanne for a second

>before blinking profusely and trying to find the right thing to ask

...a teacher...? Here...?

...how did ya find out? Did...did she arrange fer you t' come here an' talk t' ya...?

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>Gobsmacked for a third time in rapid succession, Chris' mouth hung open as they processed what this girl was accusing them off.

Peeping... Peeping?! Are you daft!? I am not peeping, I am doing research on the meta-quirks of the student body! Very important research as well!

>By luck, Will had picked up Chris' not book and she didn't find any lewd images thumbing through it, just a lot of names, data, personal notes, and pages and pages of what looked like one long continuous mathematical equation. Though that was all she could see before Chris hurriedly grabs the book back from Will, their manners being suppressed as a wave of indignation sweep over the mage.

Don't touch that! And who jumps to that sort of conclusion anyway?! What else would a spectator in the bleachers be doing aside from spectating?! Did all the nutrients meant for your brain get stuck in your massive chest or something?!
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>"Did...did she arrange fer you t' come here an' talk t' ya...?"
I don't know?
>Joanne answered with a slightly panic-distorted voice
>clearly she hadn't even thought about that possibility until now
Sh-...She told me. She called me up, asked me a few question, and then just-... she just-... fuckin', dropped that bomb on me!
>she took a moment to stop and breathe, trying to not let her thoughts get ahead of her again
...she said-...she said it was luck, but- but I don't know!
>Joanne quickly stood up, pushing herself off of Albert to begin pacing back and forth
What if she did know about me!? Wh-What if all of this was just her plan to get to me?

What if- What if she's gonna try to get custody of me!? She was asking questions about dad, and- and my life, a-a-and. I- I can't- I can't-!!

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>that was a lot of names and a lot of numbers
>...wait a second... could this be...
>was this a peeper's creeper noteboo-
>Will jolted when Chris started yelling and ripped the book straight off her hands
>"What else would a spectator in the bleachers be doing aside from spectating?!"

Oh, yeah! That does make sense, don't it!
>she quickly brought a very apologetic look on her face, still grinning despite it
H-Heh, yeah, OK! Myyyy bad on that! I admit it!

I, uhh... geez, this is awkward... I just ain't never seen anyone with do any spectating with binoculars before!

Jumped the gun on that, I did! I'm really so, so, sooo sorry!

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>Albert stood up soon after Joanne did, quick to walk in front of her and place his hands on her shoulders, again to try and calm her

Joanne! Joanne, just calm down, OK? Panickin' like this isn't gonna help ya!

>he waited a second to see if she'd relax a bit, then pressed onwards

Look, even if that was th' reason, there's no way it'd actually happen, right?

Yer a citizen from another country, fer starters. So even sortin' out which court t' go to would take ages. An' if they did sort that out, yer a legal adult so you could jus' decide who'd have custody of ya yerself! If ya don't want her in yer life, no one's gonna force ya.

>he paused again as he thought about this scenario, then asked what was probably the obvious question

...did she even say what she actually wanted...?

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>Joanne stopped once Albert grabbed her, but her brain was still racing a mile a minute
>even as he tried to point out how this couldn't happen, Joanne could only remind herself that they were currently in an ultra-super-duper-top-secret school with very obvious ties to shady and omnipotent government entities
>if anyone could go around the law like that, it would probably be someone working here, right!?
>"...did she even say what she actually wanted...?"
>Joanne quickly shook her head
N-No... I-I...I left... I got out of there b-before she could even say anything else...
>Joanne brought her heads back onto her face
>and simply let herself fall forward onto Albert, trembling
I just-...I just don't know... why's this happening... why now...!?

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>Albert quickly hugged Joanne as she fell into his arms, a worried expression still on his face as he struggled with what to do
>despite his reassurances he had no clue why Joanne's biological mother would do this
>he had no clue what sort of person she was, or what even led to her leaving Joanne in the first place, so there was no guessing what her intentions were
>or if she even had any intentions and this really was just a crazy coincidence
>whatever the case, what was important right now was to get Joanne to feel at ease again

...it's gonna be OK, Joanne. Whatever's goin' on here, it won't change anythin'.

Yer dad's still yer dad, an' yer mom's still yer mom. Nothin' legal will change that.

Whatever this lady's got in mind, if she even does, ya don't have ta go with it. An' I know whatever's happening, ya won't let it change anythin'.

>he gave a light smile, trying to get her mood to jump back up

I feel more sorry fer whoever'd try an' separate you from yer parents. You'd leave 'em with tinnitus at best and permanently deaf at worst.

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>Joanne rather weakly grabbed to Albert, burying her face on his shoulder
>and even as he tried to help her mood, he couldn't miss the short hiccups that escaped Joanne
>it took her a while before she could pry her face from his shoulder, reaching up to rub at the tears gathered in her eyes
>but there was the faint trace of a smile on her lips, so Albert's attempts clearly weren't for naught
>but she didn't say anything, simply letting her head fall back onto Albert with a soft sigh
>her heart was racing, and holding on to Albert... well, it was helping a lot in keeping her calm
>he was pretty much the only person she had connecting her back home, and that was something she really needed right now
...thank you....
>whatever this warm feeling she was getting on her chest and face was probably not something to concern herself with right now

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>Chris fumed in silence for a few more moments while the girl finally saw the errors in her thinking and apologized before visibly relaxing and going back to their observations.

Just... question yourself before acting on an impulse.

>Chris got right back to their scoping out.

And I need this to actually see what people are doing up close. It's not good enough to see someone's meta-quirk from a distance, I need to be able to see minute details or I won't get anywhere with my work.

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>Will stood where she was, listening carefully as the girl explained herself
>"And I need this to actually see what people are doing up close."


Wouldn't it make more sense t' just... get up close, then?
>she asked with total honesty
I mean, if ya needs t' see people up close, why you all the way out here?

Seems counter-into-tive t' me.
>scratching her head, she really didn't seem to fully understand this girl
Oh, I know! Why not just join in on th' exercise?

Not only do ya gets t' see others up close, ya gets t' experience what they can do firsthand!

Ain't that better than lookin' through stuff through some glass?

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>Chris wasn't a stranger to asking people for interviews about their abilities, those were done usually one-on-one. But participating in in actual sports, with loooots of people?

Absolutely not.

>No way, never mind the being in such a social settiing, Chris would be exhausted by the time the event was over. They couldn't write notes in such a state!

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>Will was a bit taken aback by the short and blunt response
Why not?

It makes perfect sense, don't it!

Practical beats theorical all the time!

>with a toothy grin, she pointed a thumb out towards herself

>though a bit awkwardly as, for some reason, the girl didn't seem to fully curl her fingers
C'mon! Ya can join me!

I'm tryin' t' find a sport I gets t' be good at!

We can search together!

Oh! I'm Will, by th' way! Nice t' meet'cha!

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>baking was so much fun!
>is what Winnie usually tended to think
>baking was easily one of her favorite things to do, which was why she'd chosen it as her current activity
>she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and was definitely feeling the squeeze because of it
>she'd hoped baking would be enough stimulus to keep her wide awake, and for a good while, it sure worked
>unfortunately, as soon as her cupcakes when into the oven, that stimulant very quickly started wearing off
>there was nothing left to do except... wait
>and wait...
>and wait...
>and stare at the cupcakes as they baked
>and wait...
>and boy, her eyes were tired...
>maybe closing them for a little while wouldn't hurt, right?
>she had the timer on; that'd wake her up when they were done!

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>the phrase “boys will be boys” has taken on a negative connotation in modern times, a boilerplate excuse put out by the old to justify any abuses of power from young men

>but there was a truth to it; a purer, simple truth
>boys will in fact be boys, but what does that truly mean?
>it means that there’s something in the soul of every young man; the spirit behind such cultural masterpieces as the seminal youtube classic “British lads hit each other with chair”, the suburban male id that fuelled the career of Bam Margera, the propensity for a dude to get together with his bros and do something stupid and self destructive in a foolhardy display of youthful disregard for mortality

>this was the real deep shit that J thought about as he walked down the hall back to the dorm, picking bloodstained splinters out of his arms

>the past couple of days, Janice had been busy with her newfound relationship with Sandy, and the two had been spending just about every waking moment together in that way that new teenage lovebirds who had both read way too much trashy romance fiction do
>and that left J alone for the very first time in his life. He didn’t like it.
>so, that forced him into the somewhat awkward position of having to hang out with The Guys without the benefit of Janice as a mediary, creating an awkward question of “are you guys my friends, or her friends who I just hover around”, which J very much preferred to completely ignore and dodge altogether by instead suggesting something stupid and self destructive

>and that was how the inaugural session of the STAR Academy Stick Fighting Chad Society was conceived

>the rules of this secretive club were very complex and elegant; you and the dudes went into the woods around the school, you found some cool sticks, and then you hit each other with them and whoever hit the others the most was the winner
>it was a very good system, and one that J was very good at, except for the part where he fell off a hill and into a bush
>he was still basking in his victory as he shut the door behind him, only to freeze at the sight of Winnie just kinda… standing there
>staring at the wall, with empty, dead eyes


>he asked in an uncharacteristically quiet, concerned voice

you okay, dude?

>he came a bit closer, leaning in to look at her vacant face

>he waved a hand in front of her face

winnie? winniiiieeee. wiiiiiiiiiiiinie.


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>why, what heavenly sound could that be dancing along the edges of her ears?
>someone was calling her name with such harmony and grace
>could it be her cupcakes, sprung to life and ready to name her their great cupcake queen?
>or perhaps a valiant and buff knight in shiny buff armor riding atop his great steed to carry her off in his buff arms?
>or just the sweet serenade of wild birds, drawing her closer and closer to her beloved buff prince charming?


>Winnie jolted as soon as she felt something poke her, turning around with surprising speed for her
>and being met face to face with a very familiar face
Wha- Jani-...?
>she paused, blinking and taking a bit of a longer look
O-Or... J?
>it was still pretty hard to tell the pseudo-twins apart, but Winnie had figured out a couple of signs unique to either one
>the first one being that J had a much more expressive face than Janice
>but the principal tell was... well, Janice wouldn't be caught dead in the shirts J liked to wear
Uhh- Uhhm... h-hi, I, uhh... sorry, I didn't hear you come in!
>she managed a small smile; she wasn't nearly as nervous around J as she was around Janice
>or most other people for that matter; something about J just wasn't very intimidating
I-I'm making some-...some cupcakes! Th-They'll be a while still, but if you want, you-
>her eyes feel a bit further down, and she flinched again at J's (minor but still) injuries
O-Oh! J! Y-You're hurt! D-Do-- I-!

I-I'll go get the first aid kit!

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>the difference in how Winnie acted around J vs everyone else hadn’t been lost on him, but he never thought of a proper explanation for it

>buuuut, she probably just felt secure and safe in his confident, manly presence, so it’s fiiiine
>either way, he quickly perked back up to his usual… whatever you called the whole… J Thing.

>”I-I'm making some-...some cupcakes! Th-They'll be a while still, but if you want, you-”


>”O-Oh! J! Y-You're hurt! D-Do-- I-!”


>he glanced back down at himself, only now taking notice of the handful of twigs still jabbed through his arms


>with a total lack of any elegance or care, he just grabbed the stick and pulled it straight through his arm with a gross squelching noise


>the “wound”, if you could call it that, promptly closed back up on its own, and J carelessly tossed the stick over his shoulder


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>Winnie flinched, recoiling slightly as J simply ripped out the twigs from his arm
>it was easy to forget he was more some kind of... weird blood bubble person
>didn't stop her from worrying though
W-Well, OK... if you say so...
>even as the wound closed, she wondered if it was that easy
>it was probably stupid to worry about, but she still did
>Winnie blinked, standing up straight again
>and quickly tried to wave her hands to reassure J
O-Oh! That! R-Really, that's nothing! I-It's just... kind of a thing that runs in the family!

W-We can fall asleep just about anywhere! It's... a blessing a-and a curse, you could call it. Heh...

A-Anyway, I just wasn't able to get much sleep last night. Not really sure why, b-but...
>she paused, as if trying to think of any reason
>but just shrugged her shoulders
I'm sure it was just a weird night for me. I-I just gotta tough it out, is all!

>she smiled at J, happy that he was concerned, but trying to reassure him there was nothing bad going on

>...but wait, she almost forgot-
W-W-Wait, how d-did you even get that stick in you! A-Are you sure you're not really hurt somewhere!?

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>As much as Chris wanted to protest, they got the feeling this person would would not relent regardless of the excuse.

I'll warn you that I have poor constitutions! Don't expect me to keep up physical activity for long!

>Or at least that's what they'll say so they can duck out at an opportune time.

And I am Chris Wilder, it's... nice to meet you Will.

>not really, but nammers.

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>Will's grin only grew wider, the girl very happy to have found a fellow find-a-sport's buddy to share quality time with!
>"Don't expect me to keep up with physical activity for long!"
Well, ain't that what exercising's all about?

Ya start out week-legged and hard of breathin', an' ya work and work and work 'til ya gets strong and hard!
>she held up her hands in fists that weren't fully closed
Y'know, startin' out small and getting better by the day!

That's what's so fun about it! Ya gets to see your progress in real time!

>she turned, already ready to march along ahead of Chris

>but held herself back because that would be rude, and she was still curious about some things

...what'cha say you're workin' on again?

Why ya tryin' t' study folks anyway?

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>J’s answer was characteristically blunt, as expected

>and he certainly wasn’t saying that in spite of the fact that he’d be mildly let down to not get to hang out with Winnie alone for once, shut up

>”W-W-Wait, how d-did you even get that stick in you!”


>he paused to consider what to say

>Winnie was a… uh, gentle soul, to say the least. Mmmmaaaaybe it wasn’t the best idea to explain to her how he had his entire upper body cleaved off and sent tumbling into the underbrush with a particularly forceful swing in a mass of gore


>he was quick to break eye contact, returning his attention to picking the rest of the debris out of his skin



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>Winnie didn't really get it, but at least it didn't sound like it was anything dangerous
>as J went on to explain how his "body" worked... it didn't fully help in getting Winnie to worry less
>but she still tried to give him a smile, and just trust him when he said he was fine
O-OK... sorry, it's just easy to forget sometimes.

You're just... J all the way, in my head!
>she let out a short giggle, looking a lot less nervous now
>she quickly glanced back to check on her muffins
W-Well, anyway... I-I shouldn't go to sleep. It's way too easy for me to just snore through whatever alarm I put on, s-so I worry I would end up sleeping too much.

It's fine though! I can stay awake, no problem! Especially if you're around to keep me company!
>she paused, then quickly added:
Th-That is, only if you want to! If you have other plans, o-of course you should get to them! I'll be fine on my own too!

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>J was probably about to say something about the importance of a healthy sleep schedule and be unusually responsible for once, but then Winnie blindsided him with that last part

>”Especially if you're around to keep me company!”

>wait, she was, like, actually willing to hang out with him?
>of course she was willing to hang out with him, he’s awesome!
>but she thought he was awesome??
>he was, but she – but Winnie - ????


>J promptly buried that thought because he had ABSOLUTELY NO REASON TO BE EMBARASSED of course

>he promptly just plopped himself down on the pile of random loose blankets and laundry on the floor that he had claimed as his little nest and tried to look as casual and un-flustered as he could


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>Winnie stayed close to the oven; it was better to stay on her feet than risk getting sleepier by sitting down somewhere
O-Oh... yeah, sorry about that!

I've been kinda... spending a lot of my time trying to practice using All Of Me.

Seeing all of you guys at the hero classes really kinda, uhh... w-well, lit a fire under me, I guess? Heh...

Just... the way everyone can use their powers already, like... like it's no big deal? I really want that...

S-So I kinda... made a promise to myself! That I'd be able to use my power with no problem by the end of the year! Then I-I'll be ready to start hero classes of my own!

>she fidgeted a little in place, a subtle blush over her cheeks

S-S-So... I've been spending most of my time with that!
>a bit more fidgeting, and a slightly more awkward look came over her face
>truth was, there was a second reason why she hadn't been spending as much time around the room
>but she really wasn't going to just come out and say it
>so just quickly change the subject!
H-How about you? I hope you haven't been too bored o-or anything, i-if everyone's so busy...

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