Génesis X;

>>1915
--It's clear this is kill or be killed! Him or us! Black, hurry up and bite his head off. Don't swallow it immediately—I'll take care of incinerating it. We don't know if mutants like this can survive something like that or not. Though I certainly suspect I could!-- Acting with leadership, Cole delivered a precise analysis and a protocol perhaps too violent for the situation. He spoke with cold words and raw survival instinct on display. --Meanwhile, you, Russian boy, will tear apart the fibers of his body. I know it might be tough, but you'll have to endure it! Maybe that vision will haunt you for the rest of your days and you'll never be able to use your gift again because of the trauma, but you'll have to do it! If you want to breathe one more day.

At least the clown was already doing his thing, though he'd have to hold a funeral later for his animals—some killed by Salvaje, others burned by Cole. But all of it fell within the scope of collateral damage, so it didn't seem like Cole would be exiled. Anyway, the important thing was eliminating the enemy. Cole was preparing to start another round of flames designed to overwhelm the Beast Lord's regeneration, when he was interrupted --Call your wife, the blue monkey, let's eliminate her. Wait—?! Dr. Richards?!-- Halting all violence, like an authority figure stepping into the middle of a third-world lynching, Cole extinguishes his flames.

From that moment on, Cole could only stand and watch as Warren appeared, looking tired and weakened, introducing himself as another professor. Though Cole had his doubts, since no one had mentioned him upon arrival. He voiced them directly --His name is Warren, and that includes "War," which means war... And he seems to be a descendant of Enni, which sounds like a witch's name. Really... can we trust him?-- He asked, half-justifying his behavior based on appearances. Yet it was precisely appearances that had defined Cole's own life. He couldn't help but feel he'd just tasted his own medicine.

--Ugh. Too much organic matter, I can't look anymore.-- He covered his eyes—or his lenses—with his arms in response to the sight of the Beast Lord's back. If Cole already had an issue with the man's unkempt, wild appearance, seeing the horribly wounded state of his back triggered immediate revulsion.
--Yo, well, it's true... One of the reasons I accepted the trip was to cause less damage...-- Cole brought a hand to his face, thinking about what the doctor said, until he smelled the same stifling odor of grass and urine. --Anna Marie, please control your bladder so we can analyze the situation properly.-- He said, still lost in the general reading of what had happened

>>1916
--That's right, I will assume responsibility for the damage to the land and also for Anna Marie's mental health-- Hearing the Russian's words, Cole took a step forward. It was a bad habit, placing himself in the eye of the storm to accept all punishments. But by his nature, he couldn't help but do it. --My fire gift was the most destructive, and with my words, I almost forced her to urinate as a distraction to get Savage away. So there is no other truth.--

>>1918
The clown Little Tears seemed to be having an epiphany in the middle of his head, with hundreds of similes his mind resorts to to avoid confronting the truth, and everything he said corresponded to that. Cole observed from afar, as it finally seemed the clown was setting aside his playful and feigned voice to comment in a serious and real tone. The fire boy couldn't help but think he was finally meeting the real clown behind the makeup, a sad one who feared himself for any event-- Of course, and it's because he cries so much that his name is Little Tears-- He said the last part out loud, as if he had solved the last word of the crossword puzzle

--Clown Little Tears, it seems our group has failed miserably. So we need some motivation... It will be the first time I ask you today. Can you perform a magic trick so we can forget what happened and distract everyone to give Anna Marie the courage to change her urinated skirt in the woods?-- He requested in a slightly depressed tone. He tried to fix it immediately --If you do it well, maybe a mouth will emerge from me with which I can guffaw--

>>1918
>>1916
>>1919
>Richards found himself in a big mess the moment he confessed his true intentions for having led them to that test. On one side he had Professor Warren on the ground with serious injuries and his bones exposed between the living flesh. On the other side Anna Sophie had already started crying and looking for Alexei's arms, hugging strongly onto the body of whom she considers her older brother on the island, even if that means filling his pants with urine in the process. Then there's the matter of Niccolò asking existential questions and showing signs of being affected by the training. Richards only manages to show his teeth in a "I've fucked up" expression before hugging Niccolò with his big hands and squeezing him against his furry body.

...

>And so they set off driving back home in the same jeeps they had arrived in. Richards told them there was never any electromagnetic pulse, everything was acted out in the command room just to lure them into the forest for the test. That's why the Lagrimita detector couldn't pick up anything out of the ordinary. The dead birds were Warren's doing.

Wild is in the charging area of one of the jeeps. Now that they can see him lying down they can realize how massive his anatomy is, he measures at least two meters, and weighs as much as a Siberian tiger. He is licking his wounds, which slowly start closing due to his second mutation.

Nobody wanted to sit near Anna Sophie, so they put her in the same area where now the imposing animal rests lying down. She still looks scared.

>The jeeps make their way through the darkness of the night until they reach the house, where Claremont and the Salvation sister along with the butler Joe are already waiting outside the imposing school with open arms and a pizza tray in the butler's hands. The jeeps have parked near the entrance, everyone present at the school approaches the cars.

He responds nervously, something easily detected by Claremont's empathic powers, along with the girl's German fear and the young clown's doubts.

>Maria Salvation immediately helps Niccolo out of the car and hugs him when he is in front of her.

Richards helps Alexei out and gives him a couple of back pats.

On the other hand, Claremont has gone towards Cole, whose fire lights up the whole scene once the lights from the cars go off.

<Claremont
Well? How did it go?

>>1920
>the little Cheburashka is looking for me to comfort her
>i stroke her hair while she wets my pants

calm down, i'll protect you, everything will be fine, nothing that a bath and the community washing machine can't fix

>being an older brother isn't so bad
>especially if i can keep her away from fascism along the way
>i'll keep comforting her on the way

...
>the doctor asks me to help the girl

it's not necessary to ask me

>i make sure she goes to the toilet to finish her business
>maybe i'll have to give her a bath afterwards
>i'd probably appreciate that too
>of course, i don't intend to take advantage of her
>i'm not that kind of..."man", if you can call those people who are attracted to little girls
>my eyes are on another prize Amelia, if she didn't lolmurió. Dr. Kinkross, if she did
>and if she can't sleep, i'll have to tell her a story
>i already know which one: Misha the bear vs. Baba Yaga
>i know that short film by heart and should be able to tell it as a story

>>1919
Cole's theory about Llorón's clown nickname is a good one, it's a shame he couldn't hear it because he was lost in his thoughts, at least his voice helped him clear his head a bit and react.

Huh? Is this pee?

Yes, he barely noticed.

Well... First of all, thank you so much, Mr. Friend Cole! I'm glad you consider me part of your entertainment! I won't let you down! I... I... I was born to make everyone laugh! That's right!

He puts his hand on >>1920 Anna Sophie's face and grabs her nose, squeezing it slightly, then pretends to rip it off. Of course, Anna Sophie feels nothing, much less pain or anything like that.

I've got your nose! I've got your little nosie~!

He shows his fist to those present and... He has a nose, he really has a nose in his palm, it's not his thumb like in any cheap trick of taking a child's nose... He literally has a nose, and not just any nose, Anna Sophie's nose, it's Anna Sophie's damn nose, in fact, if you look, you'll see the girl lacks a protrusion on her face, it's flat above her lips, she looks like that son of a bitch Voldemort, as if she were born with that condition that takes away your nose, the funny thing is that it doesn't hurt her or bother her, it doesn't even make it difficult for her to breathe, it's as if her nose and lungs were connected by Bluetooth since she doesn't even feel that she doesn't have a nose, but aesthetically it's noticeable, anyway, Llorón takes off his own nose and puts on Anna Sophie's, tuning his face like that Windows game you always played when you didn't have internet.

TADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

He strikes a playful pose and a https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BE553dM-YtI▾ is heard, accompanied by confetti falling from the clown's back onto everyone. He awaits reactions! Let's see if they liked his trick or not...

>>1920
Regardless of whether he screwed up again by scaring Anna Sophie even more or not, he returns her nose with a snap of his fingers and is suddenly hugged by a bluish rug, or at least Llorón feels like he's on top of a rug. It feels good, of course, it's not like a woman is hugging you, but the good thing about the professor is that he's very hairy. Niccolò closes his eyes and makes a tremendously pleased face, as if he were a kitten being petted on the ear, he just needs to purr, but he gets a little nervous from the attention he's receiving, so he shyly thanks from the bottom of his heart without saying much. He had never received empathy before and it feels strange but great.
Th-Thank you... I'll help you...

He pets the master on his neck and rubs against him to enjoy the feeling of fuzziness even more. Back home! On the way, the little clown wasn't paying much attention to the conversation inside the Jeep, his face was looking out at the scenery, at the beaches, the jungle, the white sand and the clouds. He's still a little affected by what happened earlier, not THAT much but his mind is elsewhere, at least until Richards reveals that Moira had him studying and he comments:

I know a joke about business administration... In business administration you learn to lead teams… As long as someone else does the work!

A little joke. Will Warren like it? Wait, he doesn't want him to hate him or hold a grudge for what he did! They arrive home! He gets out of the jeep with his distinctly comical gait. Professor Claremont asks them how it went and Niccolò just smiles nervously as if to say "not very well". Just then he feels a new hug, now from Sister Salvation. This makes him blush slightly but he smiles, although he gets embarrassed when the topic of the Savage comes up. Before answering, he hugs the woman of God back as if he were her son, which, given how short he is, isn't too far from reality. Whatever, Niccolò enjoys the nun's affection until she says...

N-No... I'm excellent... I think the one who got hurt was Professor Warren... S-Someone should tend to his wounds, don't you think?

Silence to take a deep breath.

I have... a little question...

Dramatic silence-

Do... Do you think someone could be born evil by nature?

He looks up but instead of seeing Salvation and the rest of his new friends and teachers, he sees more clowns, or at least he sees those present but in clown versions, like when Homer wants to go to clown school.

These clown versions of everyone shout in unison.

Everyone: DESTROY THEM ALL, NICCOLO, DESTROY THEM ALL!

He swallows, tilts his head to clear that hallucination from his mind. It's very similar to what happened in Rome but no, he can't let Genesis Island end up like that city. This is his new home, with people who treat him well... Cole, Amelia, Alexei, Sister Salvation, Mr. Richard, Professor Claremont... He can't fail them, not them... His goal, his objective is clear... To learn to control the clown force.

Join the villains, first and only warning

>>1921
>The furry professor encourages them to go and you and the little German girl are the first ones to enter the big house. She's still pouting, although she has stopped crying a while ago thanks to the act Niccolò was doing to cheer her up, now she looks in better spirits and would be even more so if she wasn't peeing.

She turns to see her Russian brother, and gives him a faint, almost imperceptible smile. She has liked the idea of taking a bath, maybe she has enough strength to give you a much wider smile when she comes out of it.

She looks through her clothes and when she feels the circular metal piece, she lifts it to show you: a circular steel medal with the Nazi swastika engraved in the center. This is accompanied by the legend "ein volk, ein reich, ein führer". "A people, an empire, a leader", if Alexei knows the basics of German. On the reverse, the head of a furious dragon with its jaws wide open.

Despite what she shows you, she still has an innocent smile on her face.

>>1923
>it seems her family is trying to make her a fascist to the point of telling her to embrace a symbol of the regime
>she's not ready to process it yet

Well... in my homeland we use a hammer and sickle, they represent the work of laborers and peasants. Although dragons are very strong, they are no match for Mother Russia's winter.

>at least she's a bit happier
>partly thanks to the clown
>that's good
>she'll feel better after her bath
>although I worry about the indoctrination her parents are giving her
>in Mother Russia we don't do those things kek
>we are taught that capitalism is an evil to be eradicated and that we can always trust the party
>something completely different from what this girl was taught
>yes, totally different
>if I can take care of her, I should be able to take care of myself too
>especially if my parents are still afraid of me
>and maybe I can take some advantage of capitalism, if what Max and Amelia said about the fall of the union is true

By the way, does the word "Stalingrad" ring a bell? If not... I'll tell you when you grow up

>For now, I must proceed with caution
>at least they didn't tell her that Russians are monsters or something like that
>if we get along, that will distance her from fascism
>although I should find her something else to embrace
>I'll think of something
>if only I had a Misha the bear plushie right now...
>well, the sooner she bathes, the sooner she'll feel better
>but I'll make sure not to make her uncomfortable

>>1922
>It almost seems like the nun is going to break you in two with the hug she gives you. She only stops when she hears her bones crack and, after hearing you, she goes to the back of the jeep, where Salvaje is, although once he's recovered from his injuries, they see him with a raised paw as he licks his groin like any domestic cat would. Salvación is surprised to see him and although Warren is still wearing the full suit, María can't help but cover her eyes.

María ends up running her hands over the animal's back. Although imperceptible to everyone present, the nun's healing powers have begun to take effect, accelerating the animal's healing process while she listens to your doubts and, when finished, turns towards you. That woman seems to radiate her own light from her white habit. Her compassionate and warm gaze falls upon you, you feel a sea of mercy come over you and crush your heart instantly. She takes a step forward to place her hand on your cheek.

She gives you a sincere smile on that maternal face carved by the gentlest and purest hands that could have ever existed, that kind face is undoubtedly the ultimate proof of the existence of the loving God that Salvación clings to.

Warren interrupts with a loud yawn.

<Warren
Very nice, sister. If you'll excuse me, I have to go prepare the report on our first training session... it's going to be a long night...

Is there room?

Yes, nigger.

>Name
Liu Khang

>Peculiarity
Magnetic epicenter.

Basically attracts things to himself and has a ton of weapons. A Chinese Pain. Everything he throws is a boomerang, his hat is almost unbreakable.

>Age
Between 15 and 20, no more, no less...

>Nationality
https://youtu.be/riT4nl0T8_M▾
>Sex
Always with you, baby...

>Background

I'll fuck you without excuse, you lack street smarts, Kayako. The truth is I'd like to think about it... But for now let's say a merchant, or son of merchants, who made many enemies by helping them scam people left and right.

>Aspirations
Survive and for no one to know his real name and therefore be able to kill him for playing the scammer too much.

GENERAL TURN

>Genesis Island, a God-forsaken speck of land in the Atlantic. It used to be occupied by the Allies during World War II, now it's the perfect refuge for Professor Claremont's mutants. Now, it's the perfect mutant refuge and study site for the young people Professor Edward Claremont has gathered to provide them with a home.

>It's another afternoon of studies, a month has passed since they arrived and since then they have realized that having a single professor for all subjects --except history, which Warren teaches-- is quite monotonous. Still, Dr. Hank Richards is as excited as ever during biology class. There he was, tall and muscular, covered in blue fur and with his characteristic lab coat over his shoulders.

He drew a DNA strand on the blackboard with different colors, and enclosed a specific part.

Here lies the history of the universe. Every cell in your body is the result of millions of years of trial and error, adaptation, and survival. As you can see for yourselves, nature is the greatest engineer that exists.

Now, when we talk about beings like ourselves, we are talking about a variation of genes that is wonderful, unpredictable, dangerous, yes, but above all an opportunity.

>He continued talking. Some other students in the class were immersed in their own affairs. Barracuda had brought a straw from the cafeteria and had created an improvised blowgun with which to annoy his classmates. He shoots at Cole but seeing that the paper balls disappear upon encountering the orbit of his flames, he decides to bother someone else. He randomly shoots at each member of the class, quickly hiding his weapon so as not to be discovered.

>Meanwhile, Anna Sophie pretends to take notes in her notebook, although in reality she is just drawing frantically.

She calls (you) attention to show you the drawing she is making, a forest fairy clad in white and pink clothing.

<Anna Sophie
Do you like it? Her name is Madelyne, she's the prettiest fairy in the forest. Although she lives guarded by a wicked dragon, RAWR!

<Dr Richards
Ahem, ahem... Miss von Drachenfels, could you tell me who was the author of "On the Origin of Species".

<Anna Sophie
Uuuh... Rolf Kauka?

<Dr Richards
I'm afraid you'll have extra homework this afternoon, Miss von Drachenfels. Can anyone tell me? Whether the rest of you get extra homework or not depends on it.

>>1930
But am I inside or...? >>1928

Yes, nigger.

>>1930
>it seems my little sister isn't paying attention in class

(She's very cute, but now is not the time to draw, pay attention to what Dr. Richards is saying)

>i pat her on the head while the doctor asks a question
>i answer it shortly after

Charles Darwin, hence the term social Darwinism, that which my country stopped in the war.

>Anne Sophie is still too young to understand the horrors her country committed
>I cannot allow her to repeat them

>I shield Anne Sophie from any paper balls that whoever is shooting them directs at her
>it's what brothers do
>although I worry about my little sister's performance

(We'll have to study more often, I can help you with your homework if you're having trouble)

>>1930
Am I responding here Kayakito?

>>1934
Sí.

Do you accept another quota?

>>1936
I don't see why not. cy

>>1930

--With a work of this stature, it will be impossible for you to be rejected at art school-- He showed confidence and trusted in the art of his classmate Anna Sophie. She would not have a similar fate. -We all make mistakes at some point, there's a reason this exists--He raised his pencil, but as he did so, the eraser he wanted to show her caught fire and turned charred black.

''Cole had enough time to socialize with Anna Sophie, with the goal of not being afraid of him, as he was before. It was sometimes used to heat up food in the cafeteria, as well as briefly serving as a public trash can due to its ability to catch fire instantly. Within the broad common sense that Cole possesses, he uses his gift as a means to channel his friendship with people. It could serve as a lamp at night while reading a fireproof book. After all, for Cole, sleeping is almost like exposing his organs. That's why what he enjoys most on the island is eating/setting things on fire."

>>1933

--Good answer, what a good answer-- He applauded Alexei who came forward providing the answer. Cole always tries to keep a great atmosphere in class. --It was pretty clever. Could you really be brilliant, Alexei?--

--Each new knowledge is a next step towards the stars. The Russians reached space much earlier, in fact. I wonder if there is a program that includes mutants in that nation.--

>>1928
--My name is Cole Carbin Cain, my gift is Torch, it is always active. But as long as I'm aware of the people around me I can avoid harm--'' He waved, hoping to shake it, both to get to know the new boy's personality, and to make him notice that Cole is much more harmless than he seems.

--Here, these are the class notes and homework from the last month.-- Cole hands him a package of several notebooks and images wrapped in fireproof material. Cole was actually prepared for a situation like this, where a student joined the group. He is someone farsighted.

>>1930

--Doctor, I was wondering if you had been working on any inventions the last few days. Is this something Lord Claremont requested? In any case, do you have a clue about the new mission he has for us?-- ''He asked, appealing to the furry Richards' passion for creating things in abundance. Naturally, Cole risked spending the entire day looking at different machines made for each student and their gifts, but if all went well, he would be able to learn of Claremont's next intentions from Richards.

>>1930
[doom]Melpomeni[/doom]

>The Greek yawns, almost falling asleep in her seat, nodding from time to time, although when she feels the paper that Barracuda hits her, she comes out of her dream to look around and click her tongue when she sees that it doesn't seem like anyone was the culprit.

>I lean back in the chair and begin to pay attention to the class, something complicated for a small town girl who went to a town school.

Melpo looks towards the girl.

"Sure, it's a nice-"

>When he saw that the teacher caught him, he closed his mouth and looked ahead, he didn't want to get into trouble at this time of the morning.

(((“Despite being lazy here, at least the people are good…”)))

>Looks towards his companions.

(((“Most of them…”)))

I was about to talk about some nice extra points, maybe that way I could sleep more and miss out, but >>1933 beats me to it, making me lower my head in defeat.

“Yeah… It was that guy.”

>I say defeated when I see that I will have to continue attending classes instead of rotting in my room like I love to do, I have no choice but to continue studying.

>>1940
He holds the balloon and looks at it for a few seconds, then looks at the clown again.

>Melpomeni has a somewhat thick voice, not completely masculine, but enough to make Lirilini continue to doubt what is between her legs.

"Thank you? I'll put it in my room, I guess."

>He says, tying it to his backpack.

Raising an eyebrow.

"Yours sounds like a strong power. Has it caused you problems? I still don't know how to control mine well, although they have explained to me how to use it, it is difficult."

>He sighs, crossing his arms.

(((Calling a "Curse" or genetic problem power is ironic.)))"Call me Melpo, I have a name that is impossible for foreigners to pronounce so it's better this way."

>She says raising her hand with a smile, she was bitter, but not a bad person.

"Tell me Nicco, what do you do here for fun? Do you have a jukebox or something?"

>Forgetting I was in class.

>>1941
It's an ordinary balloon, there's nothing special about it at first glance, it's a mere gift from the clown who, upon hearing your voice, reaffirms that you are a boy, of course, not being so masculine, he suspects that you are some kind of eunuch, in his quest to make all the children in the world laugh, he has met eunuch people, he doesn't understand why people do that, although after hearing a eunuch sing, he can understand it, a little bit.

You're welcome, you're welcome! It's a heartfelt gift for someone AS wonderful as you. If you want, you can talk to the balloon! If you really want it, the balloon could come to life and become your friendoooo

You notice how the clown's face on the balloon winks at you but you don't notice it that much either, it's like when something passes in the corner of your eye, you swear you saw it but you're not so sure, but it certainly doesn't surprise you considering the nature of the people who inhabit this island, on the other hand, Niccolò scratches the back of his head with an awkward little smile when you ask him his name, it seems like he's thinking of some way to get rid of your doubt.

EXACTLY! FOR MY MAKEUP!

She passes her hand in front of her face like when they change gestures from happy to sad or like Alex the lion at the beginning of... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l-hJ8mTbaE▾ but she really changes her makeup style.

The clown's name goes hand in hand with his style and makeup. I am a pierrot or white face clown! But there are other types coooooooooomoooooooooo THE AUGUSTO CLOWN!

Her makeup changes and becomes like the one in pic 2

OR THE TRAMP CLOWN!

Now it's like pic 3.

And the most important... THE CLOWN FISH!

Suddenly he's wearing the mask from pic 4.

There was a mollusk and a sea cucumber, and the sea cucumber tells him... It's an ANONYMOUS anemone! HAHAHAHA!

You can hear canned laughter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujN2twqe9Yw▾ out of nowhere as if this were a sitcom or the guy from 8, the strange thing is that there are no speakers anywhere, you can only hear them everywhere, as if they were coming from your own mind, then you throw in a new doubt and you can feel a sudden change in the clown's aura, he suddenly becomes serious and takes off his mask to show you that he has the thousand-yard stare...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZuCYZA8OjE▾
It is not a power... It is a curse...

He whispers to himself but you can listen with a pessimistic and totally sour tone of voice, as if he had seen hell in the eyes, from not wanting to reveal his name, you can realize that there is something very dark.

NORMAL! You know, people seeing you in a bad light or causing a visceral, bloody, surreal, horrendous and morbid hell in Rome... But I am not my mistakes! I want to control my power too! I hope we can control our powers together! Help each other control our powers! We have to look forward to the future, buddy! Let's build a beautiful tomorrow for everyone! Yeah?

Wear a particularly positive and hopeful smile from one moment to the next.

Melpo? Sounds good! I'm not good at tongue twisters so I'm fine with that, hehehe.

He shows his tongue and it lengthens unnaturally only to tie knots with it as if he were a boy scout. When he finishes showing his skill with his tongue, he puts on a very proud smile to say:

Not to brag but Miss Kinkross and Sister gave me the position of... Fun Secretary! So you talk to the right person for

He rubs his hands and suddenly his body begins to mutate like Quagmire's when he becomes a toilet but instead of a toilet he becomes a human jukebox.

What music do you like? I have all the successes of this era, the previous ones and the ones that follow! Listen! This is what is fashionable in 2025!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNnBpLPVptU▾
Music of the 2010s!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVxMTl6cUSE▾
2000s music!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xx0s147Xj4▾
90s music!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zvd1JQ0EKY▾
And 80s music!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ''While▾ Lagrimitas rickrolls to everyone present >>1938 >>1933 >>1930 >>1928 >>1911 for the first time in history, you hear someone talking behind you and when you turn around you can see the clown with a suit on and talking in a telephone booth that appears like this on the face, this way there are two Lagrimitas in the scene, the human jukebox and the suit that speaks with someone on the phone.''

I'M YOUR COUSIN! Like what cousin? Your cousin the mutant! Sississi! It doesn't matter! Remember when you were looking for inspiration for something big! You have to listen to this...!

Stretch the phone in the direction of the lagrimitas jukebox.

Can you hear that? It's art! You have to copy it, cousin Rick Ashley! I assure you that in the future, when the Internet exists, everyone will use your song for cyber pranks! IT'S GUARANTEED!

It's quite strange, the situation is quite absurd but Nicolo does all this to entertain you, to make you smile, he works hard using his unique gift so that you and the rest of the mutants can have a good time.

>>1938
[doom]Melpomeni[/doom]

>Seeing that they left Cole with his hand flying, she reached out and shook his hand, giving him a strong squeeze, worthy of a country person, although she was a woman and hardly helped much.

"C-Can I borrow your notes too? I'm not very smart so I need them anyway."

>He says with a drop passing over his face.

>>1942
…
https://youtu.be/py-eu1KipNw?si=q2P4YxRLjUsGnvtV▾>Melpo would spend the next few minutes of the following conversation paranoidly turning to look at the balloon every so often, sure that it was looking at him.

>But the most surprising thing would be how he changes his makeup or makes a mask appear out of nowhere.

He laughs a little at his own comment, although the next thing he would say and the general aura he showed he could make gave him a small shiver down his spine.

Melpo moves his hands trying to quickly explain the possible misunderstanding.

…

>Melpo had the shocked look on his face when he sees something impressive and you don't even know how to react, exactly that type of face.

(((Will I be able to do that? Are the powers that weird? I thought they would be like the things my brother read)))

When listening to the music he makes a face like, What the hell? She had knowledge of music, but she had never heard anything like that in her life.

“O-Oy-“

The chaos made the girl dizzy from everything that was happening.

"You know, I've never heard that song before. You said he was your cousin? Rick Astley? Tell him he makes great music, even though I've never heard of him."

>He says, smiling a little, he had surrendered to the absurdity of the situation.

“I know how to do this, look.”

>Touch Lirilin's book and it transforms into glass.

“The people here taught me how to do that, although to tell you the truth I don't see much use in it.”

>He plays it again and fixes it.

"So... Mr. Minister of Fun, if you like music then we will get along very well, I love music too, although my parents wanted me to learn the violin or something, rock is the best."

>Makes the rock hand sign.

"What kind of music do you like? And is there anything interesting that can be done here on the island? Kind of... A party?"

>Smile devilishly.

>>1933
>Richards' expression softens upon hearing your response. Pleased, he closes his eyes for a moment as if savoring an answer as complete as that. Then he opens them, his gaze is full of approval towards you and he speaks while nodding his furry head softly.

Anna Sophie gives you a shy and silly smile at the proud response that the good teacher gives you. She is somewhat embarrassed, although she is the smallest of the group and finds herself seeing things that surpass her. But she is not stupid at all, Anna Sophie von Drachenfels - whose full name you have only just discovered - has told you how she used to study in the most important private schools in Germany before developing her mutation.

He surreptitiously uses his finger topped with colorful kitten-patterned nails to point at -- literally -- the class clown: Niccolò.

>>1939
>Anna Sophie smiles at you when she hears that her drawing was cute. Unfortunately, it's that same brief, subtle interaction that catches Richards' attention and guides her to you. He advances although his gaze does not show anger, but rather curiosity marked by a raised eyebrow as if he were admiring an entire scientific enigma in front of him. He scratches his chin thoughtfully when he sees you.

Richards clears his throat.

Being hated by society in the process, something that Richarda forgets to mention as a wide good-natured smile spreads across her face before adjusting her glasses again.

He turns around, once again you are next to little Anna Sophie, who leans towards you curious.

>124692
>Another challenge for the furry professor, he again scratches his jaw while in the presence of Liririn, he thinks about what to do with this curious being. He doesn't know how to read, he doesn't know how to write. Perhaps he and Claremont failed miserably in deducing that all the boys would be at the same level of knowledge. They wanted this island to be functional so much that they didn't stop to think about details like that. They haven't even found a gynecologist yet.

>He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees all the paper works that adorn his desk, at least he has the soul of an artist. Happily, art is another of the sciences that Richards handles.At the request of Sister Salvación herself, Richards addresses the clown with his stage name.

Anna Sophie looks at Liririn smiling until she throws up the idea of ​​bringing that dragon to life... the smile becomes uncomfortable and she simply shakes her head. He still remembers the bird from the first day.

>124607
>Finally the boy with the flame head... he doesn't have any questions about the class, but about Richards' inventions. That question makes him make a surprised face before turning to you with excitement on his face, what scientist doesn't like to talk about their projects? He adjusts his glasses as he gathers his thoughts before speaking.

He rubs his hands together as if he could already savor the moment when he hands them his latest creation. Again, the same surprised expression invades his face when he sees you. Now he doesn't adjust his glasses, now he scratches his chin before exhaling a faint laugh.

For a moment he has forgotten that you are literally engulfed in flames and he slaps you on the head, he does not exceed the perimeter in which Barracuda's paper balls turn to ashes before he feels a heat overwhelm his being and burn him. He pulls his hand away quickly and gives it a couple of licks, trying to ease the sensation.

Finally some action, it had been a whole month of absolute tranquility and studies.

And there he was, the history and physical education teacher leaning against the door frame of the classroom. He greets them upon entering. If it weren't for his healing factor added to the miraculous attentions of Sister Salvación, Warren would now be history after the fight in the forest. But here it is now, alive and well.

<Dr Richards
Is it time already? Ah well guys remember to do your homework this time. I want an informational report on page 44 of your biology book.

<Warren Ennison
Don't feel bad, puppies, they make me do homework after every workout too... now, who wants to come with me?

>>1943
Wizard? I? Please! A thousand times clown, if I died right now, I would ask God to bring me back to life in the body of a clown. I earned more money as a clown at children's parties than those stupid guys with stuffy hats... Well, I went to children's parties for free. But I could have earned more! We clowns can do better magic. We are a superior race! As Anna Sophie's idol would say, jum

He crosses his arms with an indignant expression like a Karen when she asks to see the manager because her obese son was given few nuggets at McDonald's, he doesn't seem to like magicians very much, you feel a kind of rivalry, a natural hatred like that of the French with Spaniards, Mexicans with Argentines or the Scots with other Scots, however, the little 1.60 cm clown can't get angry with you and smiles at you again.

It's nothing, it's nothing It's like you say! We are here to control our powers or whatever we call them, hehehe, surely we can both help many people with these gifts, let's do it, yeah?

He extends his hand so that they can shake it in a type of promise or pact between the two of them, there was no need to delve into their pasts to realize that they have similar "demons" and the best thing would be to fight them together.

...

''All the antics of the clown Pierrot are interrupted when the girl from Greece uses her power to transform things into glass, suddenly a gasp of surprise is heard and both the Lirlin jukebox and the Lirilin in the suit stare at Melpo with a negative surprise, but not just the two of them, Melpo can notice that a picturesque audience appears out of nowhere around her and that thousands of people are watching her from the televisions of the world, all of them surrender to their feet clapping and cheering

THAT'S AMAZING, BUDDY! You must be playing! The Mayans made crystal skulls and accuse them of receiving help from aliens, they will even make a movie about their crystal skulls in the future with the Han Solo actor. And you say it's no big deal? You can surpass the Mayans in no time! I do think it is useful... Could you... Hmmm... Ah! Make beautiful stained glass windows for a church or make valuable vases, ehThe truth is he couldn't think of anything better to say than those two options, he just doesn't want to be rude to someone who respectfully calls him Minister of Fun, that inflates his chest so much with pride that he looks like a dove.

AT YOUR ORDERS!

His clothes change spontaneously like his makeup, now he has the clothes of a minister but of war, that typical military uniform like a commander with a lot of medals like a banana country dictator.

Who doesn't like music? Only fools! Hahaha, I like rock, I'm afraid to tell you that I am a big fan of the violin, a lover of classical music from the cradle, in my old orphanage they used to play a lot of Franz Liszt or things by George Enescu, Sergei Prokofiev, Bach, Hugh Aston, Vivaldi, Gustav Holst, Franz von Suppé and many more, the opera seems like the best to me, it's not for nothing but I have a big voice, then I could sing you the sad clown opera It works out great for me! I also like rock but especially glam, you know? Twisted Sister, Mötley Crüe, Poison, Ratt, Quiet Riot and all that but I am open to all music, friend, if later you want to talk or share the songs that you like the most, I would be happy to go to your room to listen to them and talk about them, you can always count on me if you want someone to make you laugh or a confidant. Always rock!

Melpo's Machiavellian smile when he says "party" is transmitted to Lagrimitas, his face literally wrinkles as much when he smiles as the grinch does, but from the old animation, you can tell that he also likes to make mischief.

Hehehe, I think we shouldn't talk about this with the teachers nearby... But... I promise you the best party ever... Leave it in my chubby, funny hands... Do you want a healthy party or a very crazy one?

>>1944
LOOK, LORD HAIRY PROFESSOR, LOOK! I COULD WRITE MY NAME! I ALSO MADE A SELF-PORTRAIT! THIS BEAUTIFUL~?!

He had not paid any attention to what the blue man said like a good child with ADD and he merely raises his poorly made drawing with his even more poorly made name to show it to the doctor, that dyslexia hurts to see it but whatever, he smiles from ear to ear with his cheeks blushing like two shiny apples, he wants the furry boy to recognize his small achievement, on the other hand, he nods many times when he sees that A.S. does not want a little dragon in the classroom. Very wise choice! That would have ended up like a bizarre version of Dragon City, anyway, he keeps drawing with his crayon while humming and moving his head until he hears what Moira does with her powers.

Will we search for mutants throughout the world?! That sounds great... In California I met a nice guy who could charm girls with his face. Could that be powers? His name was Ted Bundy. Great guy!

He has beautiful memories with good old "Teddy" surfing and eating ice cream in Santa Monica, that makes him sigh and think what happened with that college student, anyway, things get a little tense with Warren in the equation for Lagrimitas, he puts on a nervous smile with the doctor's request to be less aggressive, the clown only nods as slowly as a robot, he was not going to agree with Barracuda because of what happened.

I-I agree with lowering the intensity...

He pretends to cough a couple of times because of how uncomfortable Warren's comment was, he feels that he is giving him hints about what he did and he no longer knows how to apologize without seeming like a weirdo, since the accident, the savage appears in his nightly prayers, but well, the hairy professor leaves an assignment and the pierrot-type clown remains pensive. What the hell is an informative report?! He doesn't have the slightest idea so he innocently just asks:

Can the report have drawings?

He puts his index fingers together timidly and looks everywhere, pretending to be crazy the moment the savage asks who is going to go with him, Lagrimitas is forced to go, in some way or another he must compensate him for what he did.

I-Can I go? Y-If you like it, of course? Heh...

>>1944
>the teacher seems pleased with my answer
>this is because I pay attention in class
>my parents made me study a lot
>if he didn't obey, he had to wash his clothes as punishment
>but I'm not the only one
>my little sister, although she has to deal with things advanced for her age, she is not a fool>that's why she thinks the class clown needs my help more than she does.

I'll see what I can do

>I pat his head before talking to Niccolo
>how difficult can it be to educate a clown?

>>1945
Hey, clown, as soon as you get back, I'm going to have to help you study...because if you don't study you'll run out of material for jokes and you'll end up juggling on the streets of some capitalist country for coins, or working in a factory...but you won't even last in a factory if you don't study.

>>1944
[doom]Melpomeni[/doom]

She looks at him with a face that could kill him.

"I'm going to cut off your vision-"

>He hears Richard clear his throat and turns to look at him.

He raises and lowers his shoulders, sighing heavily.

“Controlling it is necessary to return to society so it's okay.”

I nod slowly, it's not like she wants to open up to someone that easily, but everything on this island is so strange that sometimes all you have to do is talk trivial things with the workers here, they may know something that she doesn't.

Look at Anna.

"Do you know if there is any place with instruments here? I mean, where I can play music and so on."

“Or any entertainment center can do… Or what do you like to do besides drawing?”

>>1945
Accept his hand with delight.

“Of course, surely that will be the case, surely you make all this saving people more enjoyable, in the end clowns are there for that, to make people happy, right?”

>He pats you on the shoulder.

…

>He swallows hard as he sees all the people around him appear out of nowhere.

(((Eh... This is a very strong power, how will it work? I have restrictions, but this leaves me stunned.)))

>His thoughts upon hearing the clown's strong powers are interrupted

Think of ways to make your power profitable.

“Some vases would sell very well, I know many of them, I am from Greece so it is normal to know about antiques, stained glass windows will be more difficult to find a buyer…”

>Seeing his military suit he smiles a little.

“You look like a general from the Soviet Union or the Caribbean, although don't believe me much after all I failed geography.”

>Laugh.

"Don't worry, certainly my favorite music is rock, both current and glam, but all music is wonderful, I can play some classical music for you if you want, as a music lover to music lover, plus you made me laugh more than ever since I got here, so I accept your proposal, you can show me some of your opera in exchange."

>He gives the thumbs up while winking happily, he didn't fully understand the clown but he definitely likes him better than most on the site.

He smiles Machiavellianly, he can't deform his body as much as him but his smile is comparable.

“Getting into trouble is fun with the adrenaline you get.”

>Today's exercise is simple: break into the mansion, evade all types of security and reach Professor Claremont to "capture" him while he is guarded by Moira Kinkross.

>And that's how they left the mansion heading towards the virgin green fields of that island. This time the workers that Niccolo had seen a month ago fixing the island's theater are not there, it seems that they have left their work lying around and have disappeared. Warren pays little attention to details of that style, he walks confidently towards nature with firm steps like those of a soldier. As he walks around guiding the students, he shows them a small and curious toy: a rubber duck.

They have left behind the dirt roads and any trace of civilization on the island to enter completely wild terrain and begin to climb hill after hill. Thank goodness that this last month they have received recurring physical education classes from Warren, otherwise they would have lost their breath pretty quickly.

He turns to see them, remembers that he is talking to children and the color rises to his face with a notable expression of surprise and discomfort. He shakes his head quickly to refocus on the mission... or in this case, the search and seizure exercise.

Warren slaps his own face as a sign of disappointment. They are now on a hill -- presumably -- 3 kilometers from the mansion. There they feel how the sun hits harder and the sky is bluer. The singing of the little birds accompanies them as in the first training, but now colorful butterflies join in like the dancers of that beautiful music. Anna Sophie, the youngest and most innocent of all of you, is amazed watching the insects fly from here to there. Warren also takes a moment to enjoy the postcard, stretching like a feline and breathing in the fresh air of the hill.

He kneels, on the floor he puts a plan of the mansion and some rocks in the corners to hold it. With his finger he indicates any element that is useful to them.

<WarrenAs you may remember from our tour, the hangar has an access point to the basement of the mansion, and later to the house itself. Although there is also a service area in the southern part of the mansion where we can access without being seen. Claremont is in his studio right now, we can get there all at once and act together; I doubt Moira can use her mental powers against all of us at the same time.

There are places available.

>Not long ago, the figures of the young mutant students and their abnormally tall physical education teacher became blurred spots in the distance and, finally, disappeared before the eyes of Professor Claremont, who watches from his private study on the highest floor of the school mansion. His two hands are behind his body, he eagerly taps his feet while his gaze remains fixed in the distance.

The only one who doesn't take this "war" game seriously is the beautiful but dangerous Moira Kinkross. Sitting in one of the chairs in the director's office, she serves an orangeade with such grace and elegance that it seems as if she were posing for a Renaissance painting.

<Prof. Claremont
They're coming towards us, Moira, I'm sure of it. Warren is an enemy not to be taken lightly.

<Dr. Kinkross
Warren is a puppy to me. If it were smaller and more hygienic, I would take it in my bag everywhere. I don't understand why men take their games so seriously.

<Prof. Claremont
Is Henry in position?

<Dr. Kinkross
Little is missing. Hey, about the last time we talked and I said you were a pussy...

<Prof. Claremont
Ah, you don't have to worry about that. I'm not angry.

<Dr. Kinkross
Huh? I wasn't apologizing. I just wanted to clarify that I consider you a faggot because I doubt your sexual preferences. I just think you're a coward for not letting me exploit the knowledge of Amelia's future for our benefit.

<Prof. Claremont
Oh, thank goodness.

<Dr. Kinkross
Yes, in fact I think you are perfectly capable of satisfying a woman.

<Prof. Claremont
Well... thank you very much, Moira.

<Dr. Kinkross
And I have been so alone on this island...

<Prof. Claremont
Uuuh... I think it's best to continue with our strictly professional relationship.

<Dr. Kinkross
...Fucking faggot.

>>1946
Likeoooooooooooo?! What does the studio have to do with jokes?! A-Although... I wouldn't want to run out of jokes, juggling is a decent job, Russian friend, but when you have a nachas like mine, the butt clowns at traffic lights are famous. But! Okay, in that case we should study outside of class, I'm sure I understand you more than the teacher. Take Anna Sophie! They get along very well. I'll take Melpo...!

>>1947
The clapping of the boy (who is actually a girl) has a positive effect on this clown in need of recognition so he nods many times agreeing with the Greek, in this way he does not contain any of his emotions and proceeds to dance https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6zrzOgh4CI▾ in front of his new friend/friend, to show her that he is happy and yes, he dances like the little dog of the chacaron and also sings that same song

...

Leaving aside his hidden power, Niccolò listens attentively to his companion, seeing her with the illusion of an infant, we must be grateful that a power as perverse as this fell into the hands of a fool like Lirilin.

You're from Greece! I am from Italy, technically my country and yours are brothers, right? Ha ha ha! Speaking of military, I was once in Greece and I met a group of colonels who were not very comfortable with the king of your country. I cheered them up with a great show! And they seemed more determined to fix their problems with King Constantine. I hope they are doing well! But yes, you can get rich with crafts. I would buy them!

He also laughs even though, without knowing it, he helps the military dictatorship that falls in Greece at this time.

YEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

He celebrates walking around when Melpo accepts the musical exchange that he had proposed, it makes him happy.

You leave it in my clown hands. You will have the best crazy party of all the parties! It will be so good that we won't remember the next day, hehe, this is going to be called... THE TRIPLE XL PROJECT!

''Project

We're going to get into a lot of spicy trouble! You and I will be filled with adrenaline and ecstasy

That comment was strange but without real malice.

By the way, then do you want to go study in my room with the Russian friend and the German friend, Melponcito? He he. He blushes, moves his little feet nervously and scratches the back of his neck, he is embarrassed to invite him to study.

>>1948
Ah ah ah! I know, I know! That's a chicken like the free-range chicken!

Anna Sophie guesses it's a duck.

Diaaaaaaaaaaaaaaantres, por por quito le atino ¿Eh? Life or death?

He tilts his head without understanding what is so important about a shower toy, he walks the entire route through nature trying to decipher that riddle, at least until he hears something from Warren that makes him frown.

Can men give birth? Guacala...

He doesn't pay much attention to Moira's data because he has the image of the pregnant Savage in his mind. Could Moira have seen him while he tries to seduce Claremont...? Surely, they had not yet reached the limit of their power, but outside of Lagrimitas' imagination, Warren can feel his belly swelling and if he looks down after a while, he will see a huge pregnant belly on him, a fucking living being was developing in who knows what part of his body and all thanks to the power of Niccolò. Niccolò just got Warren pregnant! The little clown will be a real pain in the ass for the savage, whatever the case, the Italian realizes that his teacher has a 9-month-old belly.

Oh! L-I'm sorry.

Before the man scolds him for literally inseminating him in the style of the Holy Spirit, he uses his power again by snapping his fingers to return him to normal. Does this count as an abortion? Who knows, beyond that, Warren explains the limits of Kinkross' powers, the clown finds the information interesting and pays attention, thinking about the little yellow party until Barracuda had to go out with his things and ruin the vibe.

You... You also have breasts like basketballs and I don't see anyone mentioning it, women have breasts, even your sister has them, I don't understand your point or why you have to mention that...

I keep seeing it as pic 2 with a great air of discomfort and the vibe totally ruined.

Hey! Why do they see me?!

He exclaims when Warren says NO KILLING, Niccolò puts on his jacket and feels the implacable gaze of the professor and his classmates even though they are not really seeing him, he still understands the hint and does not plan to intervene much, at least not with crazy ideas like his, he pretends to cough to act crazy listening to the instructions of this new mission, he had never faced a telepath, he feels that this will be quite difficult.

Does Miss Moira short circuit if there are too many heads to read? I see... I have an idea! That doesn't involve blowing anyone up into thousands of little pieces... I think... How many are there? 1... 2... 3... 40... Whoever we are! It occurred to me that if we increase our number of brains, Miss Moira will be dazed by so many minds to read and disoriented we can rescue the professor. We will make his power turn around! What do you think? And before you ask, I can bring more people and since we are only going to need their heads so that their minds can serve as a stun bomb, well, an idea occurred to me to bring people without putting us in any risk or getting out of control as happened with the animals in the forest. Everyone pay attention and say hello to the most famous African-American man on all of North American television, the father of America, the most admired sweater in the entire USA!

Out of nowhere he pulls out a jar with a head inside and that head is...

MR. BILL COSBY! Although it is not from this time, it will be a star in the future! Applause.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00h5Ys4WLfs▾
Bill Cosby: Hey babe, do you want some Hot Cosby in my dressing room?

No, no Mr. Cosby, I don't recommend that you talk to Barracuda... She... He... He's like you.

Bill Cosby: I'll make love to you under a fireplace, ou yeaaaaaaaaaaa.

I know he looks like a girl but he's actually a man dressed as a woman, he's not a real girl.

Bill Cosby: Well, excellent....

Ehmmm I can bring more heads in jars! The joke is to flood the area with heads in a jar whose thoughts will make ours just a few drops in a huge ocean. Is it a good plan or not?!

She smiles nervously hoping that her idea is of some use and that she hasn't brought in a potential rapist for nothing, who licks her lips degenerately while watching Barracuda trying to incite her to intercourse, quite disgusting.

>>1948>Holding on by 4 limbs to a branch of a tree that covered the group planning, Host was trying to reach the nest of a tree to leave a small chick. The chick may not be strictly the prodigal son that came out of this nest, but it is possible that it has taken a chick from 300 meters ago on a walk and has been looking for a nest in which to leave it, deviating from the chick's original sense of belonging. The more he thought about it, the more the green-haired man's chest hurt. But he soon realized, he had recently taken advantage of the island's cafeteria, so his pain may be a small mini heart attack born from having taken, in half-liter doses, several fryer cubicles full of oil.
You are with yours. Until your real mother finds you and a clan war is generated that lasts for generations. A gang war chick warriors. Isn't that worthy of cinematography?!
>Raising his hands sideways, as any human naturally excited by the conception of a new movie saga would, Host lost his footing. It fell to the ground like a brick. He didn't try to cushion the fall, or rather, rather than suppress his instincts, they didn't turn on. For some time now, the pain receptors in Host's body have not acted as they should and that means not realizing that he is in danger until his head touches a stone at a high earth acceleration speed, no higher than the stellar average. Sometimes he does recover them, his nerves, at night, when he believes he sees ethereal violet brains visiting him to invite him to a usual gambling meeting.
No, I didn't mean to! Poor plants on this island. I'm sorry! Maybe from now on, you will never, ever be able to forget the taste or the fluidity of my interior. And therefore... I am so sorry!! I condemned them to a carnivorous future. If only I had adjusted that security tape correctly. It's all... my fault...
>Without turning his face away, filling his mouth with dirt, Host began to scream at the ground and immediately began to cry. He confessed to the plants of the earth and the grass, and even to the worms that crawled under the grass. Trailing his hands beneath his face, but not lifting his head, Host stained his eyes a little brown, but resisted the sting. After telling the poor plants he stood up, with a visible wound on his head from which blood flowed between his forehead and his ear. It wasn't important! But to put everyone on the correct frequency for the mission. It could be said that Host had been quite negligent until now regarding his work as a student on Millionaire's Island.
The solution to this problem is quite simple. If we want to [COLLECT] the distinguished Lord Claremont, we have two options. The first is to wait until your telepathic main guard has to fulfill your basic needs, such as sleeping or shitting. At that moment we could freely enter the mansion, because she would be thinking about little angels or poop, or, depending on the situation, little poop angels.
>From time to time Host's voice changes, becoming serious, dark, indistinguishable and unknowable under certain frequencies. It happens when he finds himself in front of large groups of people that he unconsciously wants to subjugate under a galactic dictatorship. But that's not the important thing, Host's plan is to take advantage of the telepath's distractions. Host continues.
Also. Given Moira Kinkross' penchant for sex and reproduction, we could even wait enough days for her to establish an intimate relationship and attack at that moment. Even if it's months, even if it's years. Perhaps they or their offspring will invest much less in security or weapons to defend themselves against an attack that they no longer believe is likely to come.>That's how some races operate in space after all. Waiting behind the moon so that the moment all the beings find themselves with their pants down, they can attack. There have been those who have waited for millions of years for a moment like that, and they continue in lethargy. By comparison, Host's plan is rather lazy and opportunistic, rather than coldly calculated and definitive. Host offers his second alternative, one that is born from a previous experience of one of his many companions of "conquest?".
Or we can give up. Move forward with your hands raised, placing targets on your head. Maybe some will be taken down, but, infiltrated, we can put laxatives in their food [INDUCTION OF SYSTEMIC COLLAPSE] so that Claremont leaves the study. No need to worry, even without Afilian appendages, it is possible to poison food just by handling it with the correct kneading technique. Isn't that a great plan?!

>>1951
Even clowns have to study, no excuses

>after that, it remains to do the following

>>1948
>Warren shows us a rubber duck
>why?
>for now, I'm glad we worked out
>I wish Amelia was here to see me
>but since
>Warren tells us about Moira
>...maybe I should stop going after her

who is batman?

>that guy doesn't sound familiar to me
>is it important?
>I have no idea
>then Barracuda screams about Moira's tits

After what we just learned about her...I think you can keep them, Barracuda

>the mission will be difficult
>I have an idea though

What if we make Niccolo think of something so absurd that it gives Moira a headache?

>>1951
Your idea is even better than mine, can you bring Lennin?

>Warren lies sitting on the grass of the green field while listening to his students' ideas and a thoughtful expression takes over his face. They can hear the sound of the wild man's stubble being scratched by one of his very sharp nails, the same ones that in the past destroyed the trunk of a tree with a single blow on the first day they were on the island. He doesn't say anything at the moment, he's trying to forget that he was pregnant for a fraction of seconds... but he doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

>Barracuda approaches the clown, feeling mocking because of the way he speaks after having mentioned Dr. Kinkross's breasts. It's a sharp smile, as if he's thinking of breaking it up for a snack. Although her thoughts are surely less violent, she only thinks that Lagrimita must be a faggot.

She throws flowers at herself, as if she had a chance with a heartless woman like Kinkross. Anna Sophie just crosses her arms and rolls her eyes as she sighs in frustration. He is heard exhaling "pfff... men." She looks more and more like Moira, considering that she is the one who has the most sessions with the doctor. Alexei is the next to receive the burden from Barracuda.

And that's when Host falls from the tree with his head crashing against a stone in the field. Anna Sophie slaps her face as a sign of stress.

Warren walks on all fours towards Host. His hind legs step in the same place as his front ones until he reaches the boy, takes him in his arms and, out of pure instinct, licks the wound on his head to heal him. If Host can feel anything, he would feel how scratchy the history and training teacher's tongue is.

<Warren
Waiting until they have to shit doesn't sound bad. Moira could fry our brains even in the bathroom, but if we distract her while Claremont takes a shit we could take him away without much resistance.

<Anna Sophie
I don't want to have to wait that long.

<Warren
And the idea of Lagrimita... a kind of psychic bomb would be good for us. Moira always needs to be in control, she'll be checking the mansion constantly with her powers, a sudden onset of confused thoughts will leave her dazed for at least a few minutes, enough while we take Claremont away.

Ok, this is what we will do: we will enter through the hangar and reach the service wing of the mansion. That should get us inside without going through the main entrance. We go up the stairs and when we are about to enter the study, Lagrimita makes her invocation to upset Moira, that is when Alexei and Anna Sophie entertain her while the rest of us take out the teacher... Any questions?

>>1954
I still have a question...Who is Batman?

>I still don't know who this "Batman" guy is
>will it be another mutant like us?
>I have no idea

In any case, let's not take too long, and if you distract us like that again, I will have you exiled to Siberia like Stalin.

>I'm starting to dislike Barracuda
>why does it have to be so... like this?

Lagrimita, our success depends on you, do not fail us

>>1839
10 years late but here is the file.

>Name
Prince Lucan Käfer von und zu Liechtenstein
>Particularity
royal beetle
>Age
17
>Nationality
Liechtenstein
>Sex
Prince
>BackgroundA spoiled child raised among flowers and laurels, who day and night did not stop receiving praise and gifts. When you are raised as if you were the king of the world you end up believing that it is true and in the case of Lucan Käfer von und zu Liechtenstein it could well be. Born next to the throne of Liechtenstein, it is only natural that he would end up assuming his divine role as the one who will bring prosperity and greatness to his kingdom.

That's how it should be... but his narcissistic and womanizing tendencies have made his parents reconsider giving him the throne. The idea that they gave it to his brother, instead of him, is nothing more than a joke that he always laughs at when it is mentioned to him and because of that he has not shown opposition to the large faction that is against his ruling.

Had Lucan been an ordinary human he would have ended up bowing to political pressure and giving up the crown, but he is not an ordinary human. Heaven itself has blessed him with amazing powers that put him above mere mortals. A clear sign that the world wants him as its king. Convinced of this, the very naive Lucan ended up revealing himself to the public as a mutant, later stating that the horns on his head are his true crown and his wings his royal mantle.

Frightened by the consequences that this could entail, her family and friends rushed to close the press conference that Lucan had called and clarified that everything said was a mere joke. Because of that, he was also expelled from his country and placed under the care of Genesis Island in order to teach him how to behave and control his quirk. Meanwhile, foolish Lucan believes this is nothing more than a diplomatic vacation to celebrate his accession to the throne.
>Aspirations
Return to your country, assume the throne and expand the borders of Liechtenstein.

Bump

>>1953
Lenny?! The one from the Simpsons?

>>1955
WTF AND WHO THAT IS THIS?!

Ask what we all want to know

>>1954
He raises his eyebrow and basically looks at the girl with the voice and attitude of a person who these days has a separate bathroom and can only sit in the back of the bus like in the first peak, he doesn't understand her.

Monuments? Mountains?! I once climbed Mount Everest, it wasn't full of mysteries or life, just popsicle-cold corpses and frozen urine. Those bastards tricked me! The same thing will surely happen to you if you decide to climb Moira's breasts, 'cuda, I'll pass! For me the true sign of femininity is that she knows how to cook well and I don't know why I have the feeling that Moira doesn't know how to cook, I can't imagine her cooking eh

He still doesn't understand why there's so much fuss about a part of KInkross's body and without realizing it he also thinks more about her breasts, he imagines them explicitly, at least until he hears a bad word from Warren.

Popo! It is said to make poo or popis or a cake!

Correct the teacher.

So you liked my idea?! YEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

Bill Cosby: Excuse me... Do any of you have crack?

Oh... I forgot that I had invoked Mr. Cosby...

He shakes his head as if he were a fish in a fish tank, then good old Bill whispers something to him, raises his shoulders and surreptitiously tries to put Cosby's head under Barracuda's skirt, he doesn't know why.

>>1955
WHAT A GREAT RESPONSIBILITY!

Bill Cosby: It sure hits rich.

Shut up.... Okay! So what are we waiting for? We already have a plan, don't we, Professor Warren? I'm just waiting for your instructions so I can summon many personalities and scramble Moira's brain! Let's beat him! Chi chenol!

Test

I'm confused, is the roleplay still alive?

>>1901
>Jack

He used to be a king.

The King of Hell's Kitchen, not even the police wanted to have anything to do with the Golden Saints in their glory days.

He ruled with an iron fist, and thanks to Jack being there to clean the city's trash, people who were afraid of these freaks who used their gifts to do whatever they wanted with them, who saw drugs plunge the City into vice, waves of crime and murder, Fathers who saw their children lose themselves in all that angel dust shit and spoonfuls of China white, saw him as a protector, the only wall between them and the worst scum of the City, worse than him at least, no doubt. Even those same abominations of nature, the younger, the more lost and broken, saw a kindred spirit in him... And he had a very good eye for talent.

Criminals, mafias, drug dealers, could do little against his friends, and their special abilities that made humanity little more than a free buffet, he had freedom when it came to taking what he wanted.

The other mutants, he could see the terror in their eyes whenever they tried to use their privileged gifts that had allowed them to do whatever they wanted for so long and witnessed their ineffectiveness against him, the vast majority either stopped working and simply went into shock, or futilely tried to attack him out of desperation, the last mistake they made. He left them broken, took out the trash for the rest of society, and he enjoyed true freedom.

Only he was free.

...

He slid the zipper of his jacket in a single motion, the leather echoed as it touched the floor leaving him with only a vest of a darker grayish hue, the muscles of both arms marked insistently under his skin with every movement, as if his veins were about to burst out of his skin, several scars earned from years of fighting like a dog, of reveling in violence and the theory of combat. He had barely finished his last job, he was fresh, youth and anger burned in his good eye like the light of the zenith, but now this was the situation he was in, all the experience and power of years fighting, strengthening his body to have the strength to tear others like him apart... Had led to this, now these people expect him to represent them, through public service, or otherwise he would end up in a prison, or a laboratory, and probably the same would happen to his gang by association.
Just because he accepted doesn't mean any of them are grateful, in fact, their discontent was palpable despite supposedly being on their best behavior, and even more so seeing the comfort with which a certain blonde looked at him, he was used to that kind of predator's eyes, he used to see them every day, people who want to use him but haven't yet come to a true understanding of what he is, and once they do, it's too late. He pulls a chocolate bar out of his pants pockets, he had noticed it but hadn't dedicated a word to it since they first met, and the fact that he was traveling on a Jet was not to be underestimated, he hadn't even been on a normal plane before, he felt uncomfortable with the situation.
-This reminds me of something... I once met a mutant with the power to put anyone in an illusion just by looking them in the eyes. He was quite a bothersome phenomenon, believe me. The guy was very infamous for using that little trick to ruin relationships, steal, or even kill normal people for the most idiotic reasons imaginable. Sooner or later he was going to mess with someone he shouldn't have, and well... You already know who always ends up doing the dirty work of taking out the trash for a good price... --He bit down gently, tearing off a piece of chocolate and smirking out of the corner of his eye-- The guy was immensely proud of his eyes, despite not using them for anything worth a damn other than fulfilling his petty, inconsequential whims; he was just trash without principles, ambition, or any redeeming virtue worthy of a man. That said, they were striking... like two sapphires, shining in the sunlight... So I ripped his eyes out, and sold them to a very strange collector who bought exotic animal eyes online. Apparently, mutants fell into that same category for him...

He pushes his hair up to reveal his scorched eye, a sickly white, seeking a reflection in the blue of the strange woman who kept staring at him, wondering if his scars bothered her.

-Ah, don't worry, I didn't kill him. Deep down, I've always been soft-hearted and kind. --He assured with a playful gesture, letting the chocolate melt between his tongue and palate, his words purely motivated by boredom-- Anyway, I guess the moral is that beauty is in the eye of the beholder... And living by manipulating people is bad for your health.

He leaned back in his seat on the jet after his terrible joke, resting two hands behind his neck as if preparing for a nap, resolute in giving no more attention to the bleached blonde or the therian. He no longer knew if the former kept eyeing him like he was the last pizza in the fridge or if she already disliked seeing his burnt face for so long.

...

He pretended not to be interested in all the mansion's technology that looked like it was straight out of a Sci-fi comic, but it was ridiculous, none of this was technology from this century. He kept his hands in his jacket pockets as he observed the facilities, proudly giving each thing he found only a quick once-over so as not to look like a kid in an aquarium, but it was difficult; he had rarely been in such elegant places, and usually it was for work... Well, technically he was there for work, but still, he felt like he was in a movie.
>The Danger Room isn't just an enclosed space with holograms, it's an augmented hybrid reality environment. Special solid light projectors create "tangible" enemies and objects, I call it 'hard light'

-All good with you old man, but you can't have something like this and call it "Hard light", what the hell is that? Get yourself an assistant with more common sense who can handle the creative sector. Call it Solid Projection or something.

They even had a training room capable of creating situations through a projector, one capable of creating solid forms. Now, he can't even begin to understand how something like that could even work, holograms were always something he thought possible to replicate ever since he saw that space war movie, but he can think of few ways in which to make a room like that, he sighs narrowing his eyes, trying to feign disinterest in the technology while at the same time starting to stretch in preparation for the next fight.

>You're wasting your time, this blockhead probably barely passed preschool

-Are you going to brag about knowing what a projector is? I applaud your infinite wisdom, but those were invented a long time ago, I know what they are. --He pointed out in an indifferent tone while stretching his arms, unable to avoid showing a bit of annoyance at hearing a rich person boast about being well-educated-- Can we get to the point? They might not believe me, but I have no interest in entertaining them.

Around him everything fades like a dream, the white and empty form of the training room becoming an abstract nonsense until he could finally distinguish the different shapes and objects around him, he definitely felt dizzy. He observed the prison at the same time his expression wrinkled, he didn't find the irony amusing.

>I'm sure Hell's Kitchen can be a cold place during winter, but you've never felt anything as cold as Germany during World War II

-Spare me the History lesson, Doctor Kinkross. My Father loved telling me about the War with all its nasty and bloody details, or well... He used to, before he burned to death by another freak like me. --He dug in his left ear with his pinky finger in absolute disinterest-- The weak will die and the strong will survive, everything else is just distractions. I'm sure the motivation behind your search for mutants to collect differs radically from Professor Claremont's altruistic goal, but I'm not here to play school with you, even if normal people sought to exterminate us all and even if they had the slightest chance of succeeding, I would manage on my own to survive... And if I don't, it means I simply didn't deserve to.
A picture of his band, composed of mutants and societal outcasts, briefly appears in his mind and causes his expression of indifference to crack a little. He puts his hands in his pockets, serious.

-I'm here for the deal I made with the Professor, never forget that.

>Moira, you're forgetting something...
>Ah, yes, for every kill you make, I'll unbutton one button on my shirt the next time we have a therapy session.

-Therapy? That wasn't part of the deal. --He raised an inquisitive eyebrow, evidently not a fan of that word, nor did he seem to trust the bleached blonde's abilities to exercise her dubious title in a hypothetical session.

>Be careful! If you take a single shot, the simulation is over, Good luck!

-So I just have to avoid getting shot... I guess some things never change, huh...

He was already walking towards the gate that prevented his escape, a malicious smile on his face, his target was on the other side but he acted as if there were no barrier between them and him, his left foot slid back elegantly, his golden hair framed his face with the movement before momentarily covering the grotesque, hardened burn mark that devoured part of his face. The first step brought him closer to the gate, his front foot lifted and tilted his body before the sole of his foot deformed the bars outward with the impact of the kick, the entire structure creaking loudly, before giving way with a crash that shook the hallway.

-Locking me up is unnecessary, you wanted to see my fighting skills, right? Just let me get straight to the point.

Both hands in his pockets, he indifferently allowed the soldiers to position themselves to take down the new threat, looking quite bored by the situation, he listlessly raised his arms as he was aimed at.

>Back off! Dirty--

The first thing they could hear was the crunching sound of the soldier's neck separating from his torso, his mouth and eyes swapping height as he fell to the ground after what --after a slow-motion review at least 3 times-- appeared to have been a kick.

-Oops.

He evidently didn't mean to hit him that hard, but he seemed aware of the power of this training room. The man hadn't even touched the ground yet and yet the others had also been separated from it, the sole of his shoe imprinted on the faces and bulletproof vests of each of them, all sent flying as if he had hit them at the same time. He spun forcefully, the momentum in the next high circular kick sinking the side of another soldier's head, before kicking another behind him with enough force to embed him in the wall.

Kek, I don't know the dice system, say it so I can roll themOr if you prefer, just advance the scene so I can be with the other niggas

>>1960
Sí, manden turnos.

Anyone to continue the role? Or someone new who wants to get involved?

>>1963
I have been waiting for my turn for months

>>1963
Miau

>>1955
>>1958
>>1956
>Genesis Island, a paradise abandoned by man after the second war, and now converted into the refuge and educational center for young developing mutants. Precisely today, an ordinary afternoon in 1984, the training is led by Warren Ennison, who guides the young boys back to the mansion in a search and capture exercise.

The idea to neutralize Claremont's telepath is simple: a psychic bomb consisting of dozens of frightened, altered minds suddenly appearing to overload Moira's mind... it's the last time they'll think of such a strategy, because from this moment on, Moira will be aware of their thoughts.

The hangar doors don't respond to the controls; Warren has had to open them with his own strength. Lights out, but thanks to the time of day, everything is perfectly visible, especially the imposing Phoenix 1, the plane resting on its platform.

They advance into the hangar and sooner rather than later notice five figures belonging to muscular men sitting in circles on wooden crates: who are they? Perhaps it's not so intimidating, but they are, as Moira calls them, "the fan club," technicians and engineers from the outside world hypnotized by Moira to perform maintenance work on the island... and in this case, in the hangar.

The black man is the first to stand up; he seems to be the leader of the pack. The next to get into a defensive stance is the bearded one.

It only took seconds for the rest of the maintenance team to stand up, on guard, fists clenched, muscular bodies ready to fight.

<Warren
Remember, pups... no casualties, and don't hurt them too much. Moira shouldn't involve normal humans in this.

>>1966
D-Does it matter that I want to be cooked? I just want to be treated nicely and given a warm plate of spaghetti. Did I disrespect you, Miss AS? Oh... I wish I could get a hug from the nun lady.

''He clasps his fingers together like this 👉👈 while making a face like this 🥺 because while his comment was worthy of El Temach, Andrew Tate, or Deep in the new season of The Boys, that doesn't take away from the clown's desire for a woman who knows how to cook being genuine and sincere. In the end, he sighs, feeling bad about himself for being disrespectful, and starts to believe that he can't even fit in with the "mutants," that he'll always be a homeless vagabond.

Are these the Village People?

He points to Moira's fan club.

You're a woman... I suppose... I think... That seems to be... So between two women it shouldn't be weird to talk about their bodies... What do I know... I better not say anything else because Miss AS will call me out and I don't want that.

He replies timidly until he sees the hostile reaction of the workers coming for them.

Damn it! This is going to get out of control and all because of Miss Moira's breasts! I don't get it! Why all the fuss over some bags of meat that just bounce around?! I don't see anything great about them! I don't like them or find them attractive! You're all IDIOTS for liking Moira! I'm sick of it! Do you really like Miss Moira's breasts?! Fine! I'll give you what you want once and for all so you stop bothering me!

He pulls out a sort of magic wand with streamers on the tip out of nowhere and starts waving it against the muscular men. Apparently, nothing happens, but if his power works as intended and he doesn't need to roll dice, then the crazed fans will start to feel very itchy all over their skin. But before they can scratch themselves, they'll see little dots appearing all over their bodies as if they had the measles, but no, it's not that. Oh, shit no, after a few seconds, those dots start to grow, turning into... breasts! Exactly, Lagrimitas starts making breasts grow all over their skin, and they aren't just random breasts. If Moira notices, she'll realize they are literally her breasts, the same size as her nipples and even with the same moles, spots, or whatever the hell she has to identify her breasts! It's HER breasts that are growing on her admirers' skin! How does Lagrimitas know the appearance of Moira's breasts? Maybe he saw them after killing the forest animals, or maybe it's the work of his quirk. Whatever it is, the breasts don't stop growing on these guys and become monstrous, so big that the men can't move agilely or fight comfortably. Lagrimitas's idea is to incapacitate them by turning them into balls of breasts, so he doesn't kill them and just gets them out of his way! Great idea! Right? Whatever, he hopes the clown force responds without losing control or that his attempt is useless. On the other hand, he glances at the professor he almost killed and, gritting his teeth, exclaims:

Mr. Savage! You tell me and I'll fill this island with historical figures, cartoon characters, and even other roles! I'll make this island a "Where's Waldo?"! But I'll wait for your instructions! Give the order, sir!

1d100 = 16

>>1839
>Name
Maria Delgado

>Quirk
Final Burst: Can accumulate kinetic energy and momentum while performing prolonged physical exertion. The longer and farther she travels under pressure or fatigue, the more powerful the explosive burst of speed and strength she unleashes.

>Age
15

>Nationality
Chilean

>Sex
Mare

>Background
Her quirk manifested at 13 during a street race in the hills, when in full frustration she shot off like a rocket and caused some damage. Since then, she gained a reputation as someone unpredictable and problematic. After several incidents with the police and growing interest from organizations in her power, she was sent to Genesis Island.

>Aspirations
Short term: learn to activate her Final Burst when she decides and not just when she's at her limit.
Long term: live free without anyone controlling her, become someone famous for her abilities. And also get a partner

BLACK >>1961

>>1966
>Barracuda keeps thinking about Moria's tits
>...he can have them
>but she seems to have security guards backing this place
>he better do something
>but what?
>he'd have an idea, but he doesn't want to confuse Moira
>that's it
>he'll think of something nonsensical
>the first thing that comes to his mind
>nonsensical things no one has ever thought of

(lalala tralala, prr prr patapim, lenninin laninan, stalin sasasa, vodkacini ursini)

>and he thinks those things while trying to catch those engineers with the fabric of their own clothes

1d100 = 53

>>1969
I was checking to see if you were still around. I'll respond to you when I get off work (if you want, you can also respond to the shift I just took... in fact, it would be nice)

>>1968
Okay, good card. Answer the turn I took, that Lagrimita and Kumiko need help.

>>1966
>María was a little further back from the group, with her horse's ears standing up and moving restlessly, and her tail waving from side to side with obvious excitement.

—So… this is the best you have? A sweaty fan club?>After Waller's order he took a couple of quick steps forward, crouching slightly. He began to jog in place, building momentum with short movements, breathing harder as he felt the kinetic energy begin to charge into his legs.

—Don't worry... I promise not to break all your bones. Just… some

>With a powerful push of his legs he propelled himself forward like a missile. He ran in a straight line towards the muscular black man, gaining speed brutally in just a few meters. And just before arriving he jumped high and turned in the air, launching a powerful flying kick directly towards his face using all the accumulated momentum.

1d100 = 1

>>1966

"Moira? Oh poor lost souls who do not know what is truly beautiful. Allow me to show you an authentic body worthy of admiration."

Taking a look at them from above, Lucan took pity on the working classes. These lost sheep did not know the joy of contemplating a real figure, full of beauty and charisma like theirs. Having to settle for one as vulgar as Moira's in order to fulfill their natural task of praising those who are better than them. I couldn't allow them to continue down that bad path. It was his duty as heir and future king to teach the people to choose their path well.

"Go ahead and observe as much as you want! Touch if you want, the treasure of a king is also the treasure of his people!"

Bringing his palms together he used enough force to tear all of his clothes except his inner ones. Revealing her toned body sculpted by the gods themselves, which she revealed without any shame while performing different poses. Teaching, however, is not enough. The minds of these subjects require more personal and close treatment. Planting his feet on the ground, Lucan propelled himself with his arms open towards them all with the aim of catching as many as he could in a strong bear hug.

1d100 = 43

>>1961
>From her monitor, Moira watches with a sinister smile as you remain constantly on the defensive, feigning disinterest as a way to deflect a feeling of curiosity that would make you seem vulnerable in her eyes. She looks like a kitten playing with a little bird whose wing she just broke, and now she's chasing it to torment it during its final minutes of life. If cats were the dominant species on the planet, I bet we wouldn't be as far along as we are as a society. Moira can't see inside Jack's mind thanks to his mutation that makes him a walking power suppressor, but she can still see inside him, not as a telepath, but as a psychiatrist with three doctorates.

>She observes with satisfaction as you make your way through the simulation and destroy your first enemy, which falls to the floor inert with smoke coming from where its jaw should be connecting two parts of its body, but now there's a large separation. The strange thing is that you don't see flesh, bone, or blood as would be logical; instead, you see numerous red polygons clumsily trying to simulate tissue. Now you are alone in the starting room and nothing prevents you from reaching the door, but as you do, you observe how the wood of the door trembles like jelly for a few seconds, and the face of Professor Richards appears as if it were part of the door's material.

A cat sneaks into the room through one of the windows, a white cat with a sky-blue bow on its head, giving it an adorable appearance until it starts speaking with the voice of a bitter thirty-something.

It licks its paw before jumping onto your shoulder. You feel the kitten's claws embed in your flesh as soon as it lands on you, but then it retracts them, leaving only its padded paws in contact with you.

<Moira
Now go out, enjoy this training to let out whatever you want to let out. I've just put two more soldiers in the simulation who are coming this way.

>>1967
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>>1976
>This isn't going well... these are the thoughts of Professor Warren as he stands before the fight, watching his students' performance in what is their first real fight, not like the forest incident where the professor just wanted to scare them and test them. Lagrimita was the first to fall; his idea of "getting in the way" of the Engineers by adding Moira's breasts onto their skins (or at least he wants to think he had that idea when doing it) was good in theory, but in practice it only made them much angrier.

He lunged towards Lagrimita before the mass of fat on his body became an impediment to moving freely. Lagrimita could feel a firm grip on his forearm followed by a strong pull towards the black man. The next thing he felt was the other man's arm hitting his neck hard, the pull was so violent that Lagrimita's brain bounced like a ball inside his skull, leaving him unconscious for at least a few minutes.

He diverts his gaze towards Aleksei, the young Russian isn't as lucky because even though his mutation works on clothes, and Warren wonders if it would also work on the fibers of a person's skin, he can't concentrate enough to retain them and falls victim to the second most powerful Engineer, who drops his fist on Alexei's head like a hammer. It shakes the Soviet boy's entire being and leaves him in a similar position to Lagrimita.

He looks away again, this time towards little Anna Sophie who appears furious after seeing how Alexei was left on the ground with minimal effort. Last time we couldn't see her mutation because she froze from fear, and peed herself too... but here she is now, launching energy spheres from her hands similar to fireworks. These impact the man and leave burns on his body and shirt, frustrating him and now he starts running towards her.

He turns his gaze again, now looking at Lucan and doesn't expect much from him as he boasts and continues to act like a king, when he bets his family doesn't even consider him a candidate anymore. The words he utters manage to capture the attention of the remaining three Engineers, who advance towards him determined to give him the same treatment as Lagrimita and Alexei... when the three are about to attack, they are already caught by the king's embrace, which leaves them immobilized and writhing, trying to escape like trapped animals.

But there's no time for that! Lucan can hear the sound of a pair of little shoes running furiously towards him. Immediately after, he feels a girl use his back as a trampoline to elevate herself a couple of meters upwards. Looking up, he sees Barracuda, but after a while the thin and light girl transforms into a fat, black, bald man who falls like a cannonball towards the Engineers. One of them swallows before they are all knocked down by the man's great weight, who remains on top of them, crushing them.

No, he can't. Between the three of them, they begin to rise, holding Barracuda's weight, a monumental task but finally the Engineers' sheer physical power allows them to rise, threatening to throw Barracuda onto Lucan.

>Back with Lagrimita, he regains consciousness just as the leader of the Engineers grabs him by the head and lifts him up.

And BAM... He's hit by a kick from the young Chilean: Maria Delgado, who had accumulated enough power to send the most powerful Engineer flying directly into one of the hangar walls, saving Lagrimita in the process. The last thing we see of the leader is the dust left by his impact and how he subsequently falls several meters away from you. One down, four more to go.

>>1979
>I was unconscious for a few moments
>these engineers leave me and Lagrimita in trouble
>but I don't plan on giving up
>these guys have the strength of 4 bears each
>but I won't be intimidated by anyone
>upon regaining consciousness, I try to get up and help Lagrimita get up

clown...we can't...let ourselves be beaten so easily

>but it seems a couple of new companions have arrived
>one of them is a beautiful albino girl I'll flirt with later
>but now is not the time for flirting
>I try to control the blood vessels of the leader of the engineers so he hits his subordinates

1d100 = 37

>I hope that helps at all

>>1979
>>1974
>>1980
Oh, damn it!

He exclaims just as he sees the crazy black guy coming for him, he doesn't even try to dodge, he just closes his eyes accepting his fate and then, he groans in pain with the hard tug of his little arm, suddenly he transforms into a tennis racket with a ball attached by a string. His head is the ball! His body is the racket! And the string is his neck! That's how the black guy uses him as gif 1, causing him more than one concussion, then came the blow to the neck and that's when he left him completely dazed or more or less, the point is that he ended up quite badly and couldn't watch the Russian and the German get beaten up so much, instead, his mind plays a trick on him and he hallucinates a little.

...

Huh? Where am I? Why can't I blink?!

He found himself in a completely empty movie theater, along with two scientists with the face of Moira and the other of Warren, while he is inside a straitjacket with a device that prevents him from blinking.

A Clockwork Orange?! Of all the movies that came out recently! Why this one?! Why not Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?! I want to be an oompa loompa!

He tries to escape but it's clearly useless, suddenly the scientists start putting drops in his eyes so he can keep watching and then the huge movie screen lights up showing terrifying images.

WHAT IS THAT?! TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I'M SEEING THE MOST HORRIBLE THINGS HUMANITY HAS EVER DONE! STOP THIS!

The Holocaust

'Amen

The Manson Family murders

The Great Depression

The assassination of Kennedy

The Sharpeville massacre

My favorite Martian

Donna Summer

The State of Israel

Woodstock

Pink Flamingos

The Who

Jerry Lewis

EL CHAVO DEL 8

NO MORE, NO MORE! MERCY, MERCY! I GET IT! I DON'T HAVE TO HOLD BACK! IF I HOLD BACK I'LL JUST SUFFER! STOP! LET ME GO FROM HERE! I GET IT! MAKE ME BLIND!

...

He wakes up at the feet of >>1974 a stranger or something like that, he was woken up when his head hit the ground after being thrown like a bag of shit, Little Tears raises his gaze to stare intently at the lady

Y-You... are...

He slowly gets up with his hands heading towards Maria Delgado's breasts in a clear continuation of the Clockwork Orange reference, whatever it is, he's about to touch her breasts but he hears >>1980

Huh? R-Russian friend...? You... You're right! Forgive me, wild professor! The plans are canceled! I-I have to get serious! I can't let myself be defeated so easily by holding back! That's not heroic!

He slowly gets up completely while panting and adjusts his pointy hat, he leaves Maria Delgado's breasts alone without touching her, then he focuses his gaze on the remaining engineers and tucks his XL underpants in well, in this way he begins to inflate his hands as if they were balloons using his thumbs as balloon nozzles, his huge hands grow even bigger, becoming 5 times larger than his body and that's how he begins to destroy everything in his path, he slaps everywhere, punches and tries to grab an engineer to shake him like an irresponsible father shakes his baby to shut him up.

1d100 = 66

>>1981
1d100 = 13 ?

>>1979
>>1981
>She still had her leg extended after the powerful kick, she had her tail whipping the air hard and a smile on her face, she was clearly excited.
>When Lagrimita stood up and began to put her hands closer to her breasts, her ears suddenly stuck back and her face changed completely.

- HEY!! What the fuck do you think you're doing pervert?!


>He raised his knee instinctively, almost smashing it in his face, but stopped himself when Little Lagrimita got distracted and started inflating his giant hands. Maria stayed for a second looking at him with a look of disgust and surprise.

- Hey you! After the fight we talked about that attempt to touch me, huh!

>He shook his head in annoyance, but immediately smiled again. He saw that there were four engineers left and that Lagrimita was already sweeping away with giant swats.

— Well, it doesn't matter! I'm not left behind!

>I begin running in short, fast circles around the group, jogging faster and faster to build up momentum.
>Suddenly he accelerated and launched himself against two engineers who he saw could try to flank Lagrimita.

—Take this, you fucking fanboys!

>Jump high and spin in the air, launching a double flying kick with all the accumulated strength
.

1d100 = 98

>>1979
>>1980
>>1981
>>1983

Murmurs of approval from his teacher, Mr. Warren, made Lucan remember his performance in the forest test. As would be expected from someone as gifted as him, he passed whatever the test was with an outstanding grade. In fact, he can even remember the mountain of praise that Mr. Warren gave him after seeing him use his power for the first time.

<Warren
Hahaha, yes. Very good. Good one. A crack. What a goal! To the back of the net! Brutal. Awesome. Good job, man. Damn, that's great, buddy! Cool. Thank you. Awesome. WOWza! Mmm, mmm, mmm mmm mmmm. OooOOooOOoooOOOOOO! I like that. Super funny! Precious! An absolute champion. LADYAAAAAS! Beautiful, beautiful. You can say it again. Damn, man, you're so crazy! THAT'S what I'm talking about! Well done. Two thumbs up. Three thumbs up. Infinite thumbs up. Well done. Well deserved. Fantastic. Marvelous. Marvelous. A marvelous wonder. Wonderfully wonderful. Absolutely, totally, very much, what I needed. A great job. I think we have reached the top. What more can I say? Very nice to look at. Swish swish. You have left me speechless. If you can do that again tomorrow, the championship is ours.

Well, maybe it didn't happen like that and maybe none of that even happened, but Lucan imagines it did and that's the important thing. Back in combat and reality, Lucan feels how his possibly trans partner is using him as a springboard. Which he decides to assist in by opening his wings to push him even higher.

"Both the people and their king must work together to reach new heights, but who wears the crown must always be above"

After announcing that, Lucan rose above everyone. His gallant figure covered the sun, bathing in its rays, while he shone as brightly as the star itself. From that great height Lucan makes a rapid plummet flying low to the ground, just below the large black ball that is Barracuda. The exact point Lucan was aiming at was the legs of the subjects holding him. It was enough to make just one of them lose their balance to cause the Barracuda to fall on top of them again.

1d100 = 77

>>1980
>>1981
>>1982
>>1983
>>1984
He says panting.>On the other hand, Alexei is able to achieve little and nothing from his position, while another of the engineers runs towards Anna Sophie with the intention of ramming her or perhaps running her over and leaving her like a run-over cat in the middle of the sidewalk. The girl would be capable of causing an explosion with her hands of such magnitude that she would send her attacker flying, but she is once again a victim of fear like that time in the forest, she covers herself with her little hands waiting for the worst... and fortunately the worst never comes because the man manages to be stopped by Lagrimita and then shaken. That should leave him ready for the next attack: a kick from Marie, but the engineer is able to compose himself in time and grab the girl by the leg... the impact is still so thunderous that it destroys the man's shirt on the spot while the girl can see him clenching her teeth with a furious look.

He squeezes the girl's leg tightly and twists it, it almost seems as if he could tear it off but instead he throws it violently towards Lagrimita.

>On the other hand, Warren remains there with his arms crossed observing the performance of his students. He closes his eyes and tries to empty his mind after a long, deep sigh. Soon the fight against the engineers seems as distant to him as the very ground he stands on. You find yourself in an abyss of thought so deep and empty that you can even feel the presence of someone else searching your thoughts. He turns around only to recognize the familiar face of Dr. Moira, and smiles.

He comes to quickly only to run towards Lagrimita in his characteristic four-legged form.

<Warren
GO, PUPPY! IT'S TIME TO USE THE PSYCHIC BOMB.

>>1985
>it seems that they will finally use the psychic bomb
>but for that it will be necessary for Lagrimita not to have a tall girl on her

Do you need help, милый?

>I try to help her get up, and in the process I try to flirt with her
>maybe that makes Moira envious
>it's called KINKcross for a reason
>Barracuda can keep it
>I prefer this...mare, I guess
>I wonder what I could do with so much strength

You are as pretty as a flower but as strong as the Russian winter

>but I can't just flirt
>I must help my little sister
>that's why I try to give engineers varicose veins

1d100 = 47

>>1983
Huh? What? How? When? Where? Me? I was just trying to finish off those perverted, provocative breasts— AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OH CHIFORINFULAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

He instinctively covers his face to protect himself from the supposed kick of the horse-girl, his dream-hallucuation vanishing so abruptly that he doesn't even remember what he was about to do, so he doesn't understand why she's trying to attack him. However, Lagrimitas isn't someone who holds grudges or seeks revenge, so he forgives the girl for the feint kick and tries to help with his huge hands, though he takes a moment to turn and look at her...

And exactly what are we going to talk about, miss? Do you want me to tell you a little joke?

He looks at Maria as a first pic, right here small and cute. Although he's scared she'll see him with hatred and disgust, the butt-clown clown wants to suppose she just needs some humor in her life and he can give her plenty of it.

>>1985
>>1986
>>1983
THE PROSTATE EXAM IS HERE! WHO'S NEXT!

That's what he screams after hitting the engineer who almost damaged A.S. He turns toward the group of crazed admirers and flashes his fingers, making threatening gestures for them to run away while covering their asses, but things were going to be different since they grab the horse-girl, squeeze her leg with luxurious violence, and use her as a projectile to go against the clown himself, Pierrot style. He can only see Maria flying toward his direction.

Oh, little girl...

He murmurs moments before the horse-girl crashes into his tiny 1.59 cm body. Little birds fly above his head like in cartoons, and his eyes turn into spirals showing how dizzy he is, but beyond the impact, he feels something "comfortable" between his hands, something so soft that it somewhat lightened the huge impact. In other words, that "thing" voluminous sank into Lagrimitas's face and is now between his hands.

T-Thank you very much... Russian friend... T-Thankfully the horse-miss is soft... Round... And fluffy... I thought the hit would be more solid since I could see a lot of muscle in her but it wasn't like I ima-
She thanks the Russian boy until he opens his eyes and realizes he's squeezing the Chilean girl's ass, exactly like that, and the worst part is that his hands are huge and strong, so he's giving her some not-so-gentle squeezes.

AHHHHHHHHHH! I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT! IT'S THOSE PERVERTED FANS' FAULT! I'M SORRY! IT WASN'T ME, IT WAS TETE, HIT HIM, HIT HIM, IT WAS HIM! WHY CAN'T HE STOP SQUEEZING?!

She looks at the Russian, begging for help to let them know, even though his hands sink deeper into María's flesh. Meanwhile, Lagrimitas pulls her face away with an expression of shock and fear at the same time, shaking her head violently; she doesn't want to look even worse in the eyes of this "new" teammate. Fortunately, Warren asks her to carry out his plan, so she gathers her courage to let go of the mare's rear end and jumps far away from her, blushing...

O-Okay, Mr. Warren! BUT I NEED YOUR SUPPORT! I NEED EVERYONE TO HAVE ABSURD THOUGHTS! THINK OF THE BIGGEST STUPIDITIES IN THE WORLD! HERE WE GOOOO!

She pulls out her wand with streamers out of nowhere and starts waving and spinning it like she's the very Sailor Moon herself. In this way, she points in Moira's direction. How does she know she's in that direction? Clown force! Anyway, she tries hard to use a huge percentage of her stupid-shadowy power, summoning hundreds of heads in jars: the heads of all dead presidents up to the 70s, Hollywood actors, serial killers, porn actresses, politicians, dictators, military personnel, poets, painters, incels, femcels, school shooters, WWF wrestlers, soccer players, basketball players, boxers, all dead popes, and even Salvaje's grandma, the Russian's dead relatives, AS, Maria, and Barracuda, and whoever took Moira's virginity, of course. Depending on the number of heads she summoned for her psychic bomb, the more, the better the result... She supposes.

Number of heads summoned: 1d999 = 940

>>1985

A luxurious carriage adorned with the most precious gems is being pushed by majestic white stallions. Sitting atop this carriage is Lucan, seated upon a throne of gold and carrying with him an enormous purple cloak that trails behind the carriage. Walking alongside him are dozens of well-dressed men who are joyfully throwing confetti and flowers as the carriage moves forward.

The cheers full of euphoria from the crowd are audible for dozens of kilometers and everyone was shouting the same thing. The name of his new king, the most beloved king in the entire world, a king against whom no one could be against and whom everyone loved. The people supported him and showed devotion by carrying posters and banners filled with messages of love. Some even wore masks with his face, while everyone shouted in unison, "Lucan! Lucan! Lucan!"

The intense, yet deserved, heat radiating towards him was enough to melt anyone's heart and leave them breathless. There was only one problem with that, that all of this is a fantasy of a comatose state he is in and that in reality, that heat he feels comes from the black ball of fat on top of him.

"Ugh? Eh? What? Where is the chorus of pretty women singing about my thousand and one charms?"

By the time he comes to, he finds himself lying on the ground and tasting the earth. His head also hurts for some reason, it must be the weight of the crown he feels. In any case, upon seeing that the fight is not yet over, he decides to get up once more and fix his attire.

"Barracuda, my loyal servant, I will reward your efforts in this fight by allowing you to be carried by me"

Far from worrying about his companion mare who was thrown a few seconds ago, Lucan decides to copy the engineer's idea. Only instead of using the girl horse, he takes Barracuda in his small girl form onto his shoulders. He spins her around several times and once he has accumulated enough energy, he lets her go. The throw itself was quite fast, but once Barracuda returns to being a fat man, the impact will surely be fatal for the engineer who receives it.

1d100 = 37

>>1985
>>1986
>>1987
>María felt how she was thrown into the air and, before she could react, she crashed fully into Lagrimita. The impact was cushioned in a way that immediately seemed suspicious to her.
>When she opened her eyes and felt the big hands of the boy sinking into her backside squeezing forcefully, her ears went completely stiff and her eyes filled with murderous fury. She wanted to hit him.

— ¿Q-Que estas haciendo pervertido enano?

>>1986
>Just as Lagrimita let her go and received help she jumped away, rubbing her backside with one hand while with the other she pointed at the boy with pure anger.

— That doesn't rhyme, but thanks for the help...

>She shook her head still blushing, and looked towards the remaining engineers. Her ears were pressed back and her tail was moving aggressively. She took deep breaths several times trotting in place with fast and strong steps to regain momentum.

>>1987
— Tsk... ¡Alright! ¡Alright! ¡Let's go with your stupid plan!

>She started running in wide circles around the hangar, gaining speed and accumulating more and more energy to attack while thinking about the most absurd and chaotic nonsense that came to mind. A ninja shark, a furry ghost, a otaku werewolf, etc.

1d100 = 14

Shifts coming soon (I'm posting this to have the thread at hand)

the

of

four

bodies

of

muscular

engineers

already

lie

scattered

on

the

hangar

floor

breathing

weakly.

Only

the

strongest

is

the

one

who

still

stands

amidst

his

fallen

companions

after

having

thrown

a

scissors

kick

at

one

of

his

comrades.

There

seems

to

be

a

premature

calm

amidst

the

storm,

one

that

the

team

of

young

mutants

takes

advantage

of

to

regroup...

First,

the

young

German

girl

runs

toward

where

Lucan,

the

aspiring

king,

and

Barracuda,

whatever

Barracuda

is,

are

located.

Quickly

she

kneels

near

both

boys

to

check

their

physical

condition.

It

is

then

that

before

the

young

German

girl

can

say

anything

else,

they

are

attacked

again—

not

by

engineers,

not

even

by

people

from

this

earthly

plane,

but

by

ethereal

beings

surrounding

them.

Relatives

of

Lucan,

of

Anna

Sophie,

even

of

Barracuda.

German

ghost

What

is

this

strange

place?

Who

dares

disturb

the

eternal

rest

of

ARMAGEDON?

He

exclaims

in

surprise,

while

the

other

girl

turns

her

head

and

sees

a

similar

vision.

Another

ghost

Katherine!

Youuuu

killed

me.

It’s

a

ghost

exactly

matching

the

bulkier

form

Barracuda

takes.

Before

the

girl

can

say

anything

else,

she’s

grabbed

by

the

shoulders

by

Lucan

and

hurled

toward

the

last

engineer

still

standing.

However,

although

the

force

of

the

throw

was

exceptional,

the

aim

was

not.

Barracuda

ends

up

crashing

into

one

of

the

legs

of

Phoenix

1,

and

seconds

later

the

massive

airplane

tilts

and

falls

on

top

of

the

girl.

Ghost

Ha!

Deserved...

Can

you

believe

he

plugged

in

a

toaster

while

I

was

in

the

tub?

Lagrima’s

plan

had

succeeded

exactly

as

intended...

hundreds

of

heads

began

appearing

around

the

hangar

and

even

outside

it,

covering

the

3-kilometer

radius

Moira

was

capable

of

scanning

with

her

mind.

All

of

them

confused—

some

by

the

abrupt

teleportation

they’d

been

subjected

to,

others

because

they’d

been

pulled

straight

from

their

graves

into

a

place

completely

foreign

to

their

experience.

Napoleon

Bonaparte
I demand a bigger jar!

The jars with heads arguing amongst themselves with confusion and strident sounds began to surround the last engineer without realizing that Maria had started running through another hangar. She brought her hands to her head, feeling the psychic link with Moira overload due to the sheer number of sudden thoughts filled with confusion, anguish, fear, and surprise. The engineer screams as that link gives way and breaks like a thread.

<elsewhere...

>Moira Kinkross lets out a heartbreaking scream of pain as a fat drop of red blood runs down her nose. She falls from the chair where she was sitting as if it were the throne from which she directs the entire battle. Claremont runs quickly to help.

She brought her own fingers to a certain particular area of her neck. Moira's travels around the world had not only served to build a superb and manipulative personality, but also to learn things like the key to sleep, which she applies to herself after pressing a nerve in it, and she collapses in an instant into Claremont's arms.

The engineer's scream announced his freedom from Kinkross's mind control. He fell to one knee, seemingly exhausted. He wipes the sweat before standing up, still breathing heavily.

But that is the moment when the last engineer is hit by one of the mare's kicks, with such devastating accumulated force that it sends the last engineer flying, again towards the Phoenix 1, from where Barracuda emerges from the ground after having strained to get out from under the plane.

He watches what is coming at him.

With all the engineers defeated and the heads still around and no more psychic threats, Warren helps the injured students to their feet. As a good leader, he has done absolutely nothing to help them moments before.

<Warren
I no longer feel Moira in my mind, let's venture to think that the psychic bomb was a success and we will advance towards Claremont's study, it must be unprotected right now.

He turns and walks towards the hallway leading to the mansion, expecting the rest of the kids (minus Barracuda) to follow him.

>>6716
>looks like the clown's attack attracted someone
>I'd better say what I think in Russian, so Anne Sophie doesn't understand me

FASCIST! where is comrade Stalin when you need him?


>moments later I see the kick the mare gave
>she deserves some congratulations

Good!

>after that it seems we managed to stop Moira's psychic powers
>all that's left is to find her
>although my little sister is worried about what happened to Barracuda

don't worry, he'll be fine, as long as your Fhürer doesn't try to do to him what they used to do to people like... him?

>good thing I lost interest in Moira during this mission
>otherwise I wouldn't be able to contain myself
>but this is almost over
>maybe I can take the opportunity to approach the mare girl again

>>1989
hey, how about we go for a salad when this is over? or maybe something from your country, I don't know much about Chile beyond what the news says...

>maybe it's not a good idea to mention comrade Allende or the fascist Pinochet right now...
>and I think I should do more than talk about my country when I'm trying to win over girls

and... do you have any exercise routines?

>>6716

"There's no need to worry, a little dust won't hide my natural shine"

He runs his hand over his body to clean his real muscles. Smiling and posing at the same time, for the enjoyment of the enchanting companion who asked about his condition. While continuing his delusions of being the center of the world, he ends up hearing a certain familiar voice.

<Lucan what the hell is that faggot you're carrying on your back?

"Grandpa?"

<You're the Most Serene Highness to you, you little piece of trash! Answer the question or are you also deaf as well as an idiot?

"They're my wings, a blessing from heaven that allows me to rise above any commoner"

<What we need is a cockroach in the family!

"I'm a beetle..."


<You're a disappointment, just like your parents and all their brothers! What has that useless bastard been doing with the country he was left? I bet that idiot already dissolved the monarchy!

"We're still a monarchy, just a constitutional one..."


<Constitutional my balls! Either you control the country or you don't, only a fag who can't make up his mind would choose that!

The annoying and decrepit ghost continued to bother his grandson, insulting him and his entire family at the same time. The natural confidence and arrogance of Lucan began to fade as he listened. He didn't take long to run out of answers, while looking at the ground with a depressed face like a child being scolded.

"Ah yeah... eeh, I have to go. There's world to save and that..."


Warren and his call to action becomes the perfect excuse for Lucan to escape from his grandfather's ghostly lament. Hurriedly, he turns around, runs and gets as far away as possible from this. However, they can still be heard in the distance his shouts and complaints about every little thing that happened with his country. It seems he's so focused on these that he doesn't even notice the moment his grandson left.


<And what's this about not joining Hitler? Be neutral, be neutral! If you're so scared to make decisions then get out of the way and let someone with a better mustache make the decisions!