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[cats]

Kori N. Dur

IC: She had a look of shock on her face and then shrugged. "Well any lawyer can't afford not to have faith in the system." She picked up the card and handed it over to Jamie.

"Hopefully I will see you two around. Now if you excuse me I am going to try and get out with out being hit again."

 

[hybirdx]

Jamie hesitated before nodding and taking the card, the ominous feeling of something... Uneventful... Ocurring down the line. Though that would be nothing out of the ordinary, it still felt like something he should try to avoid.

'Hopefully I will see you two around. Now if you excuse me I am going to try and get out with out being hit again.'

"Good luck with that..."

 

[cats]

Kori moved out of the room and away from the building. It was clear that she was some distance away and the loud crunch of a table could be heard as the doom slinky came back to life.

At the same time the name on the nearly indestuctable plastc card changed to clearly read Jamie Sky. But do to the sudden return of lasers and spells flying across the room few noticed.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

A battle was raging inside the cafeteria as a man, obviously not a student, walked in. The most noticeable thing about the man was his hair; it looked like he had been plugged into an electrical socket, seeing as how it was standing up straight in all directions. The second thing that was to be noticed was the pressed blue uniform the man wore in an official manner. And upon that uniform was the third thing to be noticed: a badge indicating campus security. Officer Allen Green had been on the security force for IOU for close to four years now, by far the longest time period of anyone who has worked in the position that he has. Not being a student, he technically doesn’t qualify for the school’s life insurance police, and given the mortality rate for officers on the school’s security force, it’s a mystery how he’s managed to survive; he says that he’s just incredibly lucky.

It was currently Officer Green’s lunch break and he had come to the cafeteria to eat just like he always does at this time. He had half an hour to eat in and he wanted it in peace. He knew exactly how to get the peace he wanted too. Those students nearest the door who caught sight of him immediately stopped their fights, holstered their weapons and sat down to wait out the half-hour truce that Officer Green was about to impose. Officer Green closed his eyes and concentrated. A second later, the noise level in the cafeteria dropped considerably as every weapon that used a form of electricity suddenly lost all power, as if they’ve been drained of it. But this being IOU, that didn’t stop the fight entirely; there were still hold-outs hell bent on continuing without weapons. Officer Green opened his eyes again and took note of the remaining combatants, then decided to be indiscriminate. Another minute of concentration gave him what he needed – enough electricity to get everyone’s attention. A wave of electricity radiated outward from Allen Green, evidence of how he got his nickname of Sparky. As the wave of electricity made contact with people, 500 volts of electricity shot through them, stunning them where they stood, getting their attention.

“Alright, listen up you maggots!” called out Officer Green once he had everyone’s attention. “There will be no fighting for one half-hour. If I so much as hear someone slap someone else, both people will find several thousand volts of electricity coursing through their bodies until they’ve lost control of their bodily functions, requiring a new pair of pants.”

He then moved to collect some food, while at the same time pulling out and consulting a large PDA. “Those poor suckers who just recently joined the security department are to report to me after I’ve sat down,” he called out once more. He pocketed the PDA, grabbed a tray, and then shot a thousand volts of electricity down the line of food items to subdue anything that might be alive.

He then grabbed what he wanted, found a seat, and sat down to wait for those volunteer victims that joined the security force.

 

[The GrandMage]

Hellion "James" McKimble

The Place: Room 574B, Building 15T78-JJJ

The last few of the attackers were cowering behind a crate. "Where the FUCK did that thing come from," the leader was asking the other. After a lot of field-promotions by necessity, the lone sergeant was now High Commander of the last handful of the Student Heroes Improving Tactical Hostilities Enormously And Decorously. The other three survivors looked at each other. One of them shrugged.

"I think he's one of those Student Activity Volunteer Enforcers, sir."

The leader glanced over the crate, but still couldn't see anything besides the carnage. "Well, does anyone remember what this room was supposed to be for, or why we were attacking it?"

"I think they used to keep a small country in here, sir. I believe the idea was to build a Utopia within it, and build up our forces for the big counterattack."

"Well, why would they sic their security volunteers on us, then?"

"I believe they moved the country out, and were using it to hold the Arch Dean's favorite snacks. I think they were trying to diplomatically go with an exchange."

"Well, what happened?"

One of the others coughed. "Well, I was there, sir, the discussions seemed to be going well, but he started trying to hurry things along, and you know how the HC could be. Anyway, the enforcer starts pushing more and more, and the HC keeps talking and putting it off. Suddenly he jumps on the table, yells that all our lives aren't worth him being late for his date, and started laying waste to High Command."

"And why exactly is it that he's managed to kill us all?"

"Uhmm,... We don't have weapons yet, sir. That's what we were trying to trade the snacks for."

"Well, we're fucked then, aren't we?"

A crunching sound came from above them, and they looked up to see a tall figure spreading out bat wings, a gun pointed at them. "Oh yes. Hard and deep, bitch."

The last words any of them managed to get out was a strangled, high pitched and completely synchronized "Wesurrenderpleasedon'-!"

Several minutes after them were dead, Hellion was glancing over his person.

"Well, shit. How I haven't seen her in a long time, and I'm completely out of ammo. I should get a sword or something. Those don't run out of ammo. Plus, these guys taste like crap, the shitheads. I need some better food-like product. I wonder what they're serving in the cafeteria?"

After wandering through five different dimensions, and a time portal which took him back to about the time he entered the supply closet he'd spent the last three years in, Hellion wandered over to the cafeteria, and entered, grabbing a large pile of whatever food was available. He glanced around the akwardly quiet room, and went to sit at an empty spot, which was across from a rather odd looking guy who seemed to be the center of a lot of attention.

Hellion began to shovel food into his mouth, relishing the taste of something other then burnt student or raw, sentient cabbage.

 

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Assorted cafateria students

IC: "This is a weird day. First that spring goes nuts, then all weapons jam, and now sargent sparks shows up. Besides why do we even eat on campus the food is horible."

"I know what you mean lets get out of here and try killing each other in the court yard."

"Good idea." Two students left.

 

[Vixandra]

Ari

I waved as the new student darted off, watching curiously as the slinkies suddenly sprung back to life, literally, and started wrecking mayhem.

Using a table tray as a shield I raced from the cafeteria to find my first class. Only to find it overrun by slinkies too and a teacher who knew I was a Security Student or whatever the world my title was now.

****

Three hours later I woke up in the Regeneration room, thankfully no longer with a large whole through my midsection. I'd managed to get rid of the slinky menace but the resulting explosion had driven one through me. Not a feeling I want to experiance again. Ever.

At least I got full credit for the day from the teacher before dying.

My driving thoughts- strawberry muffins....

 

[cats]

IC: "Um miss..." The nurse on Duty looked at the chart. She then giggled like the bimbo she was. "Inverse." She smiled softly. "We made a slight mistake when we revived you." She waited for Ari to ask but being impatient quickly moved on. "Some one bumped the inverse button on the scanner we were using to copy your body as a result you are now the mirror image of what you were. As a result you are now left handed... Wait were you left handed or right handed? Oh never mind, you get the idea." She smiled warmly at Ari. "On the bright side you can easily read any permanent writings on your body with a mirror."

 

[Vixandra]

Ari

I looked up at the nurse as comprehension dawned on me. "So I'm left handed now? How's that going to affect my power flow?"

Experimentally I stood and ran an arc between my hands. The shock of the negative on my left hand instead of my right was overcomable, I decided. With enough practice. Still, better then being dead.

"Yeah, Inverse got inversed," I agreed with the nurse with a rueful grin. Considering some of the accidents I'd seen, this one was relatively mild. "Least I don't have any tatoos... wonder how this will effect my engines... I built a lefty version but I've never used it...."

I wandered out, pondering this. Needed to contact my former Master and see if he had a couple of spare lefties lying around. Or make an inverter...

I made the call as soon as I got back to my dorm room and change out of the now ruined coverall. Of course, I got the answering machine and explained what had happened in a code I'd created as a child. I signed off with a jaunty wave and hopped into the shower after devouring my mini-fridge's contents of muffins.

Clean, dressed in a pair of jeans and a sleeveless emerald shirt, I walked into the cafeteria, not quite sure what time it was but not caring. I was hungry.

After piling up a plate, I spotted Hellion, and with a pleased smile, took the seat next to him, dodging a flying twinkie as I did so.

"You having having as much fun with this 'Enforcer' buisness as I am?" I asked sarcastically before eyeing the student seated across from Hellion. "Hi, I'm Ari."

 

[The GrandMage]

Hellion "James" McKimble

Hellion groaned, and finally turned his attention away from food, which has turned from a massive pile of unnamable partially-edibles to a few bare remnants that almost sort-of looked like regular food.

"Ugh. I can't say I have. Soooo much time wasted, over the most unimportant details. I've really miss-..."

Hellion stopped, and watched Ari for a moment before jumping up and pointing at her. "DOPPLEGANGER! You tell me what you did to Ari right now, you mirror-born abomination!"

 

[Vixandra]

Ari

I looked from Hellion, standing and flustered, to my left hand holding the fork and winced. "Let me explain before you shoot me. I died earlier today in another Slinky incident. In the regen lab some fucktard hit the 'inverse' button. Which the nurse thought was just too funny given my last name."

I gave a woeful sigh and looked up at Hellion. "I'm not some feindish doppleganger, not an android and am not a copy-Ari. Damn inversing flipped me, so left is right on me... which is playing havoc on my magic."

He looked as if he didn't believe me. I shrugged and threw myself out of the chair, glomping him to the ground with a deep kiss. Pulling away and to the side, I whispered in his ear. "You and me, spaceship and lots of rootbeer. Remember?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Hellion "James" McKimble

"Gah!" Hellion toppled over backwards with her atop him, whispering in his ear. Whilst some back portion of his mind reminded him there were plenty of shiny surfaces in the spaceship, and a doppleganger would want all of her life, including the relationship with him, a much louder voice asserted that Dopplegangers coudl rarely escape, and the explanation with the reviving was teh simplest solution, and therefore most likely.

Hellion kissed Ari back, and smiled. "Sorry, a little bit paranoid, I guess. Can you blame me?"

 

[hybirdx]

Jamie gave the card a long look, before jamming in his pocket, not even noticing the sudden name change yet. Though the sudden urge to buy something expensive crossed his mind. "Guess I'll have to deal with it after clas- WHOA!" Jamie suddenly felt his right arm charge another, now uncontrolled psy field without his will. Without hesitation Jamie swung his arm out and away from himself and allowed the field to blast anyone and anything in its short burst. Several students were knocked off of their chairs, some even vaulted into the walls, while the renegade slinky simply bounced off and impaled a number of poor unsuspecting students.

Jamie bolted out the door and ran for his first Magic class of the day. As he slumped into his seat, and pulled out a few hand made potions, as well as the useless notes (considering he could just easily make a mental note and load it into a database installed in his gloves, being required to write notes is a punishable by DEATH offense to Jamie,) for class.

"Hey Jamie, what the hell happened last night?"

Jamie rolled his head towards the random student. "Some morons decided to crash a party, so I 'crashed' them all," he said with a rather demonic grin.

The student shivered. "Sheeze... You gotta lighten up man."

"Hey, they woke me up in the middle of the night, to deal with PERVERTS crashing a slumber party of all things. I was in a magic and alchemy induced bad late 70s to 80s movie cliche! They all had it coming."

"I'm just glad I bailed out in time," said another student.

"You were there?"

"Yeah, but left just about when Jamie started blasting everybody in a ten foot radius! He seemed to start missing allot of his shots when the girls starting panicking and ran out the room."

"Maybe he was missing on purpose. Who says chilvary is dead?"

"Ah shut up!" The male portion of the class laughed at the conversation, while most of the female population were secretly setting up potions, mostly to toss at the boys and shut them up, mainly by transforming them into what the considered a smarter, though more silent life form, the standard being a cute little white mouse. It was pretty much the norm of the class.

As the teacher walked in, an hour late, the students finally settled down, ("settled" by the standard lines of the classroom's insanity of course.) "Ok... It seems that we only have a few minutes, so instead of giving a full out lesson. I'm just going to give you an example of properly built Chimeras using the magic potions you have built last class." The teacher clapped his hands together, signaling two Chimeras to walk into the class room.

For the first few seconds, everything seemed fine. The Chimeras, though somewhat on edge due to being in a classroom full of unknown scents, were calm, and the students were simply looking over their teacher's handiwork.

"I had more... However, I let a few of my, ahem, more advanced students borrow them last night, and for some reason, these are the only ones that survived."

Jamie paused. Incident? Last night? Survived? "No," he muttered under his breath in disbelief.

Even though he was speaking at a low volume, the Chimeras heard, and recognized his voice. Both turned to him.

There was another pause.

"Oh hell no."


About two hours later, the age old question "what would happen if you pit two Chimeras and a pissed off Assassin in a battle" may have just been answered as Jamie in now clawed up clothing stumble outside the classroom. Luckily for the class, Jamie finished the two rampaging beast without many casualties, aside from the teacher and two students getting ripped in half, one being eaten, the Chimeras being turned into steak diner, and a lovely matching set of deep cuts and and large bruises for Jamie (as well as a new fashion statement, nothing grabs the ladies like the "I just kicked an mutated beast's ass" look,) most came off lucky with a few bumps and scratches.

Something in Jamie's mind screamed "food." Considering how dangerously much he used his psychic powers in the second round of "Jamie vs the Chimeras," he had no choice but to comply.

The Assassin didn't care what he loaded onto his plate, he would just filter through it when he got to the table. But as he neared the table where his mind led him to, the sight of Ari all over Hellion, was for some reason, disturbing to his stomach, or was it the smell of the roting carrots on his plate? He couldn't tell anymore. Jamie simply shook his head at the public scene and sat in an empty seat at the table. "I don't even want to know what brought this display of affection up."

OOC: Hand cramp! HAND CRAMP! Ow owowoowowow!

 

[Jedi_Khan]

The end of the imposed peace was quickly coming when a student with wings sat down across from “Sergeant Sparks,” as the students tended to call Officer Allen Green. He barely opened his mouth to address the winged kid when a girl practically flung herself into a lip-lock with the winged guy. And while Officer Allen was still recovering from that, a third student showed up, sat down, and apparently seemed to know the two love birds.

Officer Green so wanted to run a couple hundred volts through the three students before him, but restrained himself to simply clearing his throat to get their attention.

“Excuse me, you mangy lovers,” said Allen in an annoyed tone, indicating the lip-locked couple on the ground. “And you too, you filthy bum,” indicating the third student to join the group, referring to the battered, bruised, and otherwise poor state of the student.

 

[Vixandra]

Ari

I smiled at Hellion. "Its okay, I didn't think to warn you before I sat down. Its kinda new to me too."

The new guy started calling us mangy (whatever the hell that meant) lovers and turned to look at him. "Well, Captain Sunshine, if you could tone down the syrupy sweetness of your greetings people might actually like you more. And you have to say what you want us to excuse you for before we can actually do so."

I untangled myself from Hellion and rose to my feet, tossing my hear behind my shoulders. I could feel a massive current running nearby and it left my palms itchy though I hide it.

"Lets try this again. I'm Arivania Inverse. Who're you?"

 

[hybirdx]

"Done already," Jamie asked with a grin, the dark look from Ari kept Jamie from pushing further, though he found it was hard not to laugh. He tried to lift his spoon, but found his body was starting to become stiff from the fresh battle wounds. Luckily, mental moving things didn't require much energy from him, and it had bonus of subconsciously separating anything that could be considered harmful or poisonous to his system.

Jamie lifted his spoon with his mental abilities, and bit into what looked like molding bread. It was times like this that made Jamie happy that his parents made him suffer once in a while, he could easily stomach certain foods others could not.

"So," Jamie said in between bites, "what's with Mr. Happy Pants?"

 

[Jedi_Khan]

“Lets try this again. I'm Arivania Inverse. Who're you?"

Officer Allen Green eyed the woman calling herself Arivania Inverse; like he really cared what the hell her name was. “I don’t much care, little girl, what the hell your name is just as long as you pay attention, along with your two buddies here,” said Officer Allen, annoyed as usual. Time was ticking by till his imposed peace was to end. “And I don’t much care what you call me. I’ve been called many things, but it seems the students here like to call me ‘Sergeant Sparks,’ which I must admit is pretty good.”

“Now, would you three imbeciles happen to be the volunteer security students?” asked Officer Allen, wanting to finish this conversation quickly so that he could get out of the cafeteria before the fighting resumed. As much as he would have loved to stay and fry a few students, he had a job to do, and the cafeteria tended to be impossible to control for long periods of time, thus making it the unofficial school battlefield.

As he sat waiting for the collective answer of the three students before him, Officer Allen heard an argument break out a few tables behind him. Judging from the tone and ferocity of the argument, he could tell it would come to blows very quickly. Checking his watch, he determined that there was still 10 minutes left in his truce. He had a feeling that he would get his wish for an excuse to fry some students. He had said that if anyone so much as slapped someone else before the half-hour was up, both parties were going to get fried. He was the kind of guy that made good on his threats, and enjoyed it.

 

[hybirdx]

"Regardless of your comical outlook on the term 'volunteer,' yeah, I guess you can say we're some of the student security," Jamie said flatly, still filling his empty energy reserves. "And assuming the rest of the 'volunteered' students are still recuperating from the last few incidents, it's probably safe to assume we're the only ones available."

Jamie mentally set his spoon down, as he laced his fingers together and rested the bridge of his nose on his index fingers, his eyes sharp with seriousness, though probably covered by the cloak of sheer annoyance with the attitude of the person before him. "Now does this ever so pleasant Drill Sergeant act have a point, or are you just wasting our time and precious brain cells on senseless banter and unsuccessful breaking down of character?"

 

[Jedi_Khan]

"Now does this ever so pleasant Drill Sergeant act have a point, or are you just wasting our time and precious brain cells on senseless banter and unsuccessful breaking down of character?"

“You might want to try being more observant before speaking like that, kid,” said Officer Allen Green, glaring at the kid before him. “Although, I doubt your capability to do so, due to a lack of said ‘precious’ brain cells. Tell you what, I’ll give you a second chance to figure out what it is that allows me to address you in such a manner, punk.”

Officer Green was wondering why this punk psychic kid before him was taking such a long time to realize just what exactly Officer Allen Green was. There should be at least two things the kid should have realized had he been paying attention: a) that Officer Allen Green was not a student, as indicated by the pressed blue uniform and the badge on his shirt indicating campus security, and b) that Officer Allen Green was a campus security officer, as indicated by the badge that was all nice and shiny, pinned to his shirt.

As Officer Allen waited for the block-head to realize those two things, he continued to listen to the argument that was going on behind him. He checked his watch once more to find that two minutes had passed from the last time he checked, which was when the argument broke out. It was well passed the time when the students participating in the argument should have started trading blows, but yet they seemed to be doing a pretty good job at restraining themselves, probably to avoid being electrocuted by Officer Allen.

 

[The GrandMage]

Hellion "James" McKimble

Hellion righted himself, and looked at the Campus Security Officer like he was a madman. Then, he started laughing as hard as he could, pointing rigfht at the security officer to indicate exactly what he thought was funny. He was wondering when reality would dawn on the fool and he would realize that A: Students respected none of the authority figures in the school except the Arch Dean, which was mostly because no one ever SAW the Arch Dean, which made the basic respect one gives to someone who doesn't bother you the least anyone gave to the Arch Dean, and B: The students behind him were arguing over the harpoon they were about to fire through him to indicate exactly what they thought of his supposed 'authority' and his fancy badge.

In fact, the high death reate of the newly commissioned student 'volunteers' should have given him some clue to exactly how much students cared about the supposed peacekeepers. The high mortality rate amongst students and faculty (with a noticable peak towards those members of the faculty who tried to get involved in fights) should have given undeniable proof that the students of IOU, whatever else they may be, were an Anarchistic army who hated the figures who tried to represent authority only slightly more then they hated each other.

If it were not for the almost paranoid religious fear the student body held for the Arch Dean, no rules would be sacred and the campus would have fallen into an oblivion most languages had difficulty describing ages ago.

 

[cats]

Radio

*CLICK!* "PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPH!" Officer Green's radio began. "Officer Green find three security victims and send them over to the clock tower right away. The Arch Dean has an assignment waiting." *CLICK!*

 

[Jedi_Khan]

*CLICK!* "PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPH!" Officer Green's radio began. "Officer Green find three security victims and send them over to the clock tower right away. The Arch Dean has an assignment waiting." *CLICK!*

Officer Allen Green pulled his radio off his belt and responded with an affirmative response. As he replaced it on his belt, he shifted his withering glare from the un-observant moron to the winged buffoon that was laughing at him. He checked his watch again, finding a minute had passed from the last time he checked, leaving him with seven minutes left in the peace that he imposed on the cafeteria; he started charging up his electricity so he could properly deal with the arguers behind him.

“Alright, due to the fact that I don’t see any badges on you three,” said Officer Allen, shifting his glare between the two men, while at the same time pulling out his PDA and checking it. “As well as the fact that you aren’t registered in the security computer’s roster of legit security guards, I’m going to have to make things official before sending you over to the clock tower.”

He swiveled the camera that was built into the top of the PDA around and took pictures of the three students to register them in the roster, the computer filling in the rest of the data, like names, date of birth, etc. He brought up the entry for one Arivania Inverse, tapped a few buttons, and a card reader appeared on the side of his PDA.

“Before receiving your badges, which I highly recommend, there is a small fee required in order to gain access to the benefits of the badge,” said Officer Allen, looking directly at Arivania Inverse, giving her the sweetest smile he could muster in his current mood, which amounted to little more than a neutral expression. “That’ll be ten dollars, Ms. Inverse. Credit cards only please.”

He then looked at the two men on either side of her and said, “And twenty-five dollars for you two morons. Credit cards only.”

 

[The GrandMage]

Hellion "James" McKimble

Hellion watched the Officer a second, and brushed free a large area in front of him, and gathered a rather small metal rod on the table. He turned to Ari, "Excuse me, would you happen to have some wire handy? If we're going to be going, I need to work on something."

He turned back to the Officer as he began working with his small rod, shaping it around. "Well, you know, I'd love to help, but do to a temporal anomaly, I'm already working for the next three months.So I'm gonna go ahead and say 'No thanks' to this little mission since I'm already at work somewhere else. Also, I don't really like your tone of voice. Mostly that little delusional ridge of authority in there where you seem to think anyone cares what you say. So I'm gonna go ahead and not pay any money, not get any badges, and not do anything you tell me."

Hellion turned his attention back to the rod, and the extremely simplistic spell he was trying to imbue it with. It took most of his energy to try and hammer the basic enchantment into the rod. "Following the left hand rule, it should focus..."

 

[hybirdx]

"I'd rather not, in neither the sense of assisting in a matter after playing 'crime against god clean-up', nor in purchasing a badge which has benefits that we are not informed details about prior that purchase" Jamie stated as he cautiously moved further away from Hellion, as well as charge enough energy for a level five force field, expecting Hellion's "tinkering" was going to have a catastrophic end result.

Jamie had noticed it until his hand removed itself from its pocket, but Jamie was holding the card he was supposed to return later. 'What the hell,' Jamie thought as he attempted to jam his hand back into his pocket, along with the card. However, as he shifted his eyes towards the tray of food, his hand was again out, and moving towards the ever annoying Sergent Sparks.

Jamie grabbed a shredded piece of cloth that dangled on his almost no more shirt sleeve, and yanked his arm back. The uncontrollably struggled against Jamie's will, who forcefully placed his hand on the table, and slammed his knuckles on, painfully pinning it down.

Jamie sighed, thinking the ordeal was over, until the sudden clear edge punch into his jaw by the hand holding the apparently possessed card. Jamie flew back and made a loud thump on the ground as the card flew in the air and landed in front of Sparks.

"After all this time, you'd think I wouldn't be surprised..."

 

[cats]

The Card

The credit card sits calmly on the table, as if it did nothing wrong.