09-21-2015, 02:39 AM
The young white-haired girl stood on the edge of the grounds, steeling herself against the wave of emotions she was about to dive into. One would think this was a normal thing for a teenager, especially one starting at a new school, but this was entirely different. The emotions she had to brace against were not her own, but those of everyone around her. Fifteen-year-old Rosemary Hunter was not a normal girl, but a superpowered citizen of the sky city, Cloud Metro. This was a place where superheroes- and supervillains- were born, raised and trained. And the school she was about to enter was the most prestigious of all, Stratous Magus. This was where supers learned to control their powers. This was where legends were made. Rosemary was not ready. But she stepped forward anyway, out of sheer will and a need to control her abilities. I can do this. Just breathe. She told herself, and joined the stream of students heading for the opening ceremony.
Meanwhile, a young man who's appearance almost screamed "villain in training" was also preparing for the opening ceremony. He had been going to the super school for a while, and he would just as soon have skipped the ceremony, but he was under surveillance. After his stunt with the tool shed the night before- he smirked at the memory of the groundskeeper's rage- he wouldn't be causing any trouble that day. At least...not yet. Sixteen-year-old Calcifer Night, Cal for short, was the resident "bad boy" of Stratous Magus, and that was saying a lot considering how many villains had walked those halls. Most of the younger or meeker students were afraid of him. Some even ran away just at the sight of him, even though he had never harmed another student...at least, not on purpose. Not that they knew about. It was his reputation, the knowledge of what he could do, that frightened them. And he liked it that way. It was better for everyone if people kept their distance. Thinking this, the boy sighed and headed towards the great hall, making sure to keep a good distance from the other students as he went. He wore his trademark scowl the whole way.
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