Génesis X;

>>1839
Try TO MAKE IT open to evolutions
Fixd

First finish the things you have pending before starting another, Kayako

>>1841
I did it, so now I have more free time to be here.

Can I enter?

>>1843
You don't even have to ask... Ci

>name
Alexei Vladivostok

>trait
Ductiolokinesis: can control any object that has shape or is made of threads, tubes, capillaries or cylinders. Things like pipes, fabric or blood vessels.

>age
16

>nationality
Russian

>gender
XY

>background
His father is a plumber and his mother is a fashion designer, so when he started using his powers he wanted to help them, but they started to fear him little by little, so he ended up distancing himself from them.

>aspirations
To become self-sufficient and be able to support himself. Becoming rich would be a nice addition, however.

>>1845
Admitted, black. If two more come, I'll write a general shift during the early morning.

>Name
Cole Corbin Cain

>Specialty
Will-o'-the-Wisp: Cole's body is a mass of living plasma in human form. He has moderate control that allows him to extend his limbs and regenerate from physical injuries like cuts. He cannot launch fire projectiles or manipulate external flames. His main weaknesses are large amounts of water and lack of oxygen.

>Age
19

>Nationality
Canadian

>Gender
Male

>Background
Cole was born with his specialty already active. Since his parents were unable to take care of him, they left him in the forests of British Columbia. There he was found by Angus, an old lumberjack who raised him in an isolated environment, teaching him to use his flames for simple tasks like starting fires or helping in charcoal production, which is where he got his name. During his adolescence, an accident with his powers caused a forest fire. This event forced him to leave his home and reinforced in Cole the idea that his power was more of a risk than a gift.

Not long after, Dr. Evelyn Reed, a scientist interested in specialties, took him in. Under her tutelage, Cole not only improved his control over his plasma body but also learned about science and became methodical, turning into her efficient lab assistant. This period of stability ended when the doctor disappeared suddenly. Reviewing her notes, Cole found information about Genesis Island, deciding that it was the next logical step in his journey.

>Aspirations
His main goal is to find a way to neutralize or eliminate his specialty. He wants, for example, to stop measuring every movement, have normal physical contact, and feel cold.

>Name
Niccolò Burantino De Lirilini or his stage name "Lagrimitas Lirilin"

>Specialty
The first user of the Clownforce: Manipulate reality like in cartoons, complete unreality.

>Age
17 years old

>Nationality
Italian

>Gender
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XE4OOYpnoIU▾

>Background
Niccolò was born in Venice, Italy, on a cold winter morning, in the heart of a city bathed by canals and gondolas, but without a family to welcome him, and from a very young age he was taken to an orphanage run by an old Venetian church. There, between stone walls and stained glass windows that let in the golden light of sunset, Niccolò grew up surrounded by other children who, like him, carried the absence of a home and the sadness of being rejected by families that never wanted to adopt them. From an early age, Niccolò discovered something in himself that set him apart from the others: he had an innate gift for making people laugh. With a clumsy gesture or an exaggerated grimace, he could draw smiles even on the grayest days, when the rejection letters from adopters arrived and the orphans sank into despair. What began as simple games in the orphanage yard became his purpose: to lift the spirits of the abandoned, to show that even if no one wanted them, they could find joy together. Theater, physical comedy, small tricks—all formed part of his arsenal of happiness.

However, Niccolò's life took a radical turn in 1971. Italy at that time was marked by political tension and terrorist attacks by radical communists, and the orphanage where he lived was overwhelmed by an overcapacity of children, with authorities unable to keep them all under control. Niccolò, barely ten years old, was expelled to the streets of Venice. Without a home or family, he had to learn quickly to survive, and his talent for comedy and entertainment became his salvation. He began working as a traveling clown, offering laughs at private parties for wealthy families, events in squares and markets, and especially on the streets, where his ingenuity allowed him to earn a few coins from passersby admiring his skill. The combination of talent, ingenuity, and charisma soon opened doors to other cities: Padua, Florence, Naples, Bergamo, Milan… in every place he left his mark, a trail of smiles and applause that contrasted with his painful past. His spirit as a traveling actor led him to perfect his art, turning every performance into a nearly mystical spectacle, full of energy that seemed to come from something more than simple practice: he called it his "clownforce," a gift he believed he had received from God.
Everything changed in Rome. In the capital, during one of his street performances, something went horribly wrong. The "clownforce," which had always been his ally and source of joy, unleashed itself with uncontrollable power. What happened that day is known only for the tragedy it left behind: "Il giorno della macelleria" was the name the media gave to that massacre. Most of the victims were children, and the event was so violent and gruesome that no one dares to describe it in detail. Niccolò was immediately accused of terrorism, and an enraged mob drove him out of Rome. The situation was heated by the Cold War and the social tension of the era, and soon all of Italy knew the news. From street hero and orphan entertainer, Niccolò became public enemy number one. Forced to abandon his country, Niccolò traveled the whole world as an itinerant clown, from the streets of Paris to the circuses of South America, always hoping to find a place where he could use his gift without it overflowing into tragedy. His life became a constant journey between applause and the memory of that day in Rome, a thin line between art and disaster. Finally, upon learning of the existence of Genesis Island, he saw an opportunity to start anew, with the illusion of a future where he could simply be a clown, free from the weight of the past, and perhaps, one day, find peace with himself and his extraordinary and dangerous clownforce.

>Aspirations
- To achieve maximum control over the comedy quirk; currently he has 20% control over the clownforce.
- To make the whole world smile

>>1845
>It used to be a peaceful life in Russia under the Soviet regime. You had a childhood marked by relatively fragile stability, and too young for the restrictions of the regime to affect you or even minimally concern you. When you left your parents, you started to hear a voice calling you, a feminine voice that gave you detailed instructions on how to find her. You boarded a plane that was far from a Soviet model and embarked on a flight toward adventure, it's unlikely your parents know where you are now.

>Now you're in a kitchen with everything anyone could desire. The food rations and ingredients seem almost infinite, you wonder how things stay so fresh, how often the food supplies arrive at the island. It's a culinary paradise, a workshop worthy of conceiving delicacies you had never even heard of in the cold Russia.

You hear a feminine voice behind you. You turn around and remember you're not the only person who has arrived at the island, you can see a timid-looking girl in colorful clothes who you hadn't seen before while living under the regime.

She said as she approached you, joining the tips of her index fingers, she certainly looks timid and confused for being in a place like that.

She asked and as she approaches your presence, she seems to become more and more at ease. Her timidity is a snowball in reverse; it becomes smaller the longer time passes.

>She extended her little hands toward you with both palms facing the ceiling. From her hands small sparks began to sprout, small fireworks that die in an explosion as tiny as colorful. A beautiful spectacle, but harmless in every sense.

Both turn toward where the voice seems to come from, it belongs to an old man with a friendly and cordial expression who greets them with a small gesture while taking off his hat and placing it on a nearby coat rack.

You notice as Anna Sophie hides subtly behind you, probably neither she herself is conscious of that gesture and does it by nature.

>>1847
>I was searching through the different files and notes of Professor Reed looking for clues about her whereabouts, it wouldn't be the first scientist to disappear while doing their work, and worse still you've heard strange stories about scientists being kidnapped to assist the United States during their competition with the Soviet Union for control of the world. At the moment you read about Genesis Island, something inside your brain seemed to open up for you, letting fall the lock that kept it closed. You heard a female voice guiding and instructing you to find her and in an open field far from anyone else, you saw the Phoenix 1 descend before you. Later you met the owner of that sweet but severe voice and both of you headed to the North Atlantic, also taking the opportunity to teach you how to fly a plane.

>That was hours ago, now you're inside a laboratory meeting one of the primary responsible for keeping the Island up and running: Doctor Henry Richards, one of the most advanced minds of the world we know today.

He removed a blanket in front of you and showed a sort of steel capsule 2.5 meters long.

I call it the Thermal Resting Capsule, it's designed to absorb and dissipate your heat while providing you with a comfortable and safe environment to rest, do you like it? It's not finished yet, but I promise you I'm working on it as fast as I can.

>It's made considerable progress, which can only mean that they already knew of your existence even before communicating with you. Soon they hear the laboratory's door opening, they turn around and see a beautiful, I mean beautiful, gorgeous blonde woman in a white outfit that screams "I'm better than you" to the four winds, and the loud sound of heels confirming that statement. She stops in front of both of you with a face of annoyance, it's Moira Kinkross, the woman whose voice you were hearing in your head.

Overwhelmed, she had to open one of the buttons of her blouse, where the scientist's gaze landed.

While Moira looks for the button that turns on the air conditioning, Henry moves through the laboratory in a simian way, so used to his own environment that he looks like a specimen within his own habitat, that laboratory is his jungle. He came back to you, dragging a cart with several pieces of clothing hanging.

<Henry Richards
I present to you your new personal wardrobe! I've made a thermal fabric that resists the high temperatures of your body without sacrificing comfort, and above all style.

<Moira Kinkross
I designed the clothes, Henry wanted to give you boring uniforms.

<Henry Richards
Do you want to try one on before going up with the boss?

>>1848
>It's an old black warehouse, you see several men working there, renovating as best as they can. But it's not that which catches your attention the most, it's the immense sea that you can observe from the hill where you land on. An apparently infinite sea, bordered by a colossal wall of fog. It seems that the Island Genesis is located in the middle of a ring of storms and strong tides that make unauthorized access impossible. The most "simple" way to access the island by sea is through a specific route that only Professor Claremont knows, which is why the plane of the professor is almost always used.

>You feel a warm and gentle hand placed on your shoulder, a kind look and a smile is what you receive when you turn towards her. You see a woman clad in white habits like the clouds over the island and a golden chain hanging from her neck, showing the crucifixion of Christ on it.

Both heard an explosion in the work area, one of the workers came out dazed while the others mock him.

She greets them from a distance. The nun next to you sighs.

She asked with all the visible intention of wanting to cheer you up, she must have heard about that catastrophe in Rome, of course she did.

>But with little time to think more about the past, both remained in an abrupt silence while feeling as if their brains were being touched, soon they heard the voice of a woman inside their thoughts.

She took your hand, her touch is maternal and as comforting as warm. She hurries to reach the main mansion, almost dragging you right away. Difficult to think that a person with those habits can run so fast.

>>1839
>Name
Amelia Black and Max
>Age
15 (0)
>Nationality
American, born in Maple Valley, Washington (head)

>Gender
Female (very macho man)

>Background
Present day, year 2025. More than a decade ago, powers mysteriously emerged in the world, leading to wars, fear, economic instability, and other problems worthy of an anime or fantasy story. But for Amelia, this is the world she was born into. Global tensions were on a hair's trigger for missile launches, crazies on the news playing hero and villain, thinking they were the protagonists of their own stories—pathetic. Although Amelia didn't discriminate against people with powers, she didn't hold them in high regard either. Society feared them, called them freaks. And although some tried to do good, they were brutally criticized in the media. Amelia, a normal teenager with a normal life and normal friends, didn't want to get involved in any of that. She lived in a suburban community where, luckily, all those things she saw on the news never reached. Of course, it's not like she'd never seen a person with powers before. The thing is, they didn't last long in the city, and the ones who did were always marked as weirdos... needless to say, people were very racist. Bullying kids with powers in school was rampant, and if they tried to defend themselves, they only ended up worse off. Amelia was pretty, cute, and somewhat popular, so she didn't have to worry about those things. But one day, everything changed. Some thugs were bothering a nerd, harassing him. Amelia had had enough. She went to confront the bullies, and in her anger, Max was born.

Out of nowhere and without warning, a chunk of flesh was missing from the bully's arm, dropping the nerd and falling to the ground crying. Amelia had awakened her Quirk, or rather, met her new brother Max. From that day on, her life was a disaster. Not only did she have to declare to the police that it was an accident, but Max was odious, like a small child according to her, and she couldn't even name him; he came with the name already. But it didn't end there. Bullying and harassment began. Max only made things worse by having self-awareness and a fighting attitude. At least that kept her safe, but Amelia was no longer the same. From having beautiful blonde hair, she now had a symbiote for hair; her eyes were now blood-red, and her friends had drifted away from her, afraid of being eaten one day. Her locker was vandalized daily, but that was nothing compared to what she would face.
One day, the same bully who Max attacked confronted them, pulling light and lightning from his hands. He had always been someone with a gift, he just never showed it, and unlike him, Amelia was now a phenomenon, and he would make her pay for the humiliation he suffered.

Max didn't hesitate; he was going to kill the guy. Amelia tried to stop him, wrestling with him, trying to control him since he was her power. In this struggle, the bully took the chance to use his power on them... which consisted of sending things to the past. Of course, he had never done anything more than send food back a few hours when he was hungry or his homework done two weeks later, but this time he didn't hold back. With hatred in his eyes, he used his gift to the maximum... sending Amelia 42 years back.

On the same date, 42 years prior, an electromagnetic pulse spontaneously generated in the suburbs of Maple Valley. People came out of their houses and saw a young mutant with living hair. Many got scared; they knew she was one of those, people with powers. Grabbing rocks, they started throwing them at her while calling her a monster. Amelia started running, not knowing what to do or where to go. Max was dizzy from the sudden trip; that was the only reason the police could arrest them and lock them in a cell, clearly not believing their crazy story about time travel. After a week in a cold cell and confirming that the girl had no papers or registration, her case came before Edward Claremont, who took an interest in her and her peculiar gift, offering her a stay on his island.

>Aspirations
Amelia's: get back to her time with her family. Max's: kick ass.

>Particularity
hairangry
Living hair that gains more power the angrier it gets, able to grow to absurd levels, stretch, and take various forms. It is its own person with consciousness, but it needs the user alive to coexist. Without Amelia, Max is nothing, and without Max, Amelia is nothing.

If I enter, I'll give more details.

>>1849
>the world outside the mother russia is strange
>everything is so colorful
>in the mother russia almost everything was gray
>or had the colors of the party
>eventually he arrived at the island
>i had never seen so much food together
>how much do they give you for rations every month?
>before i eat all that i have in front, a small one approaches me

My name is Alexei, look at this

>i take a dry spaghetti and make it dance as if it were cooked
>my power is to control things with a similar shape
>and hers seems to be creating fireworks

They are very beautiful, Anna Sophie.

>i had never seen them in person
>i only knew about them from chronicles about the olympic games
>then a man comes to warn us and offer us something to eat

I would like something that has meat, the kind that they can afford by ration, please

>i wonder how much meat they can eat here
>in the mother russia, it's a luxury

>>1839
>Name
Sakamata Airi

>Specialty
Sakamata can project and manipulate shadows as if they were an extension of her body. The shadows can take simple forms (arms, spears, whips, flat shields) and possess a strength equivalent to her own physical body.

>Age
15
>Nationality
Japanese
>Gender
Female
>Background
Daughter of an ordinary woman and a villain, Sakamata is the product of her father's personal project to breed offspring with worthy powers. From a young age, Sakamata learned to distrust the world. She was the subject of glances and whispers and considered the daughter of a monster.
In secret her mother sought help to ensure she wouldn't end up following in her father's footsteps, leading her to the island.
>Aspirations
Break free from her father's legacy and prove that she is not doomed to be the daughter of a villain.

>>1852
You have been imprisoned since the morning you arrived at this place. Your own town, your own world, perhaps even your own street, but more than four decades in the past, right at the peak of a historic event that appeared in your history books.

The smell of Chinese food invades even the cell they have assigned you. There is no clock or anything that indicates how long you have been there, beyond the shadow of the bars of the window that the sun casts on the floor and that you have been watching move. Suddenly, the sound of the television cuts off abruptly, and is replaced by a loud "tap" that makes your body tremble, a sound charged with power and presence.

>Tap, tap, tap, tap...

>You don't take long to discover that it's the sound of high heels walking towards your cell, accompanied by the vulgar and unworthy sounds of regular shoes along with them. Soon, a tall, blonde woman dressed in beautiful white clothes appears in front of your cell, accompanied by a policeman who seems to respond to every order and command of her psychic will.

She leaves quickly, leaving the keys in possession of "her queen," who promptly uses them to open your cell.

She opened the door for you and stood there, posing with her body leaning against the threshold of the door.

<Moira Kinkross
First, let's go shopping to find decent clothes for you, and then you can tell me where you come from, okay?

>>1856
>>You have been imprisoned since the morning you arrived at this place. Your own town, your own world, maybe even your own street, but more than four decades in the past, right in the height of a historical event that appeared in your history books.
sniff

>>The smell of Chinese food invades even the cell you've been assigned. There's no clock or anything that tells you how long you've been there, beyond the shadow of the bars of the window that the sun casts on the floor and that you've been watching move.

Amelia: I want to go home....
Max: Come on, just give the order and I'll kill them all
Amelia: Shut up! It's your damn fault we're here, you're horrible
Max: But respect the hell, I'm the great Max, I've spent 14 years sleeping for nothing so that when I wake up they treat me like crap, and don't even think about calling me a son of a bitch, we were born by the same woman
Amelia: YOU ARE NOT MY BROTHER!
Max: ni iri mi irmini, soi imilia y soi marica buah buah...carajo, tengo hambre, tienes hambre, estos bastardos no nos dan de comer, así no puedo tener fuerza y energía
Amelia: It would be better if you kept quiet...someone is coming...

-The girl was wiping her tears, she had been crying almost all night until she fell asleep, she couldn't believe what was happening, she hated this, she hated her new condition as a mutant, she still wanted to believe this is just a dream and that she would wake up, but no, there she was, and with her hair which is now alive and calls itself Max, a horrible and hateful being-

>Tap, tap, tap, tap...
>You don't take long to realize it's the sound of high heels walking towards your cell, accompanied by the vulgar and unworthy sounds of regular shoes along with them. Soon, in front of your cell, a tall, blonde woman appears, dressed in beautiful white clothes, accompanied by a police officer who seems to obey all and every one of her psychic orders.

Max: pssssst What do you see? -he whispered-
Amelia: It's a blonde woman -replied in the same tone-
Max: UY, turn around, I want to see her well
Amalia: aish -Amalia turned around, letting Max be the first to speak, really, she didn't want to talk to anyone after how the police treated her-

>When I sensed your presence this morning it was... strange. Usually I detect mutants when they're ready to be found, but in you it was like you had always been there, but hidden.

Max: Wow, she's not bad, a bit past her prime, she wouldn't fit into the Milf category, but I could give her a child

Amelia: Disgust...

Max: Hey, ``I was born recently'' let me go through my puberty in peace!

>First, we're going to go shopping to find decent clothes for you, and then I'll find out where you're from, okay?

-after the door opened Amelia was surprised, who was this woman? Could she trust her? she was taking her out of there, she hoped she was a lawyer or something, she was about to respond but Max was the first to speak again-

Max: Look, doll, the fat one and I will go with you only if you agree to our demands, we want food -he said while grabbing Amelia in a protective pose-

Amelia: Like, fat?....tsk...don't ask for anything, we don't have any other option, let's go with the lady... -Taking a step out of the cell, the young woman still with an expression of sadness and worry thanked her and dared to introduce herself-

Amelia: My name is Amelia Black

Max: And I AM MAX THE MOST DUMBASS HERE -said the symbiont out loud, he didn't want to be ignored-

>>1850
The interest of the majority rarely surpasses their internal concerns. What kind of coffee does Dr. Reed prefer to drink in the morning, or how much snow will have to be melted off the roof, how many kilometers little Tommy has to cover before he can deliver all the newspapers in the area, if they don't catch fire first. Even if a nuclear winter is looming, it's safe to say he'd still keep worrying about things like that, of course, with the goal of survival placed above all of them. Times of stability offer stable opportunities, while crises force you to improvise. It's true that after a vehicle landed next to him, the fire boy lived through a certain crisis. How was he going to justify his arbitrary transfer to the country's authorities? He didn't have the necessary documents to cross a border with him, let alone justify the first air officer who appeared before him and whom he had to diligently show his license for piloting gigantic ships, invisible to unendowed eyes. Still, it seems that no matter what, beyond his unnecessary and small crises, he would have a voice guiding him after observing said documents. The fire boy's acceptance procedure is simple: he coughs, unleashing certain flames, and then assumes the fact in a prudent and measured way.

--Sorry, but the only video game I know is Galaga. So I don't see the point in learning how to pilot one of these ships serving your cause if it's not to fight aliens-- He commented with a tone of mockery hidden deep within his innate logic.

(...)

--Haste is a pathogenic agent I don't want in my organism, nor in yours, Dr. Richards. But unlike diseases, the cure for this can also be extended through direct exposure, just by talking-- He indicated sagely, pronouncing a nonsensical analogy. --I appreciate it, but I have no intention of overexploiting any of your inventions--

--??-- He turned his head with curiosity upon sensing someone else's presence, returning his body to its normal rotation as soon as Moira Kinkross fully crossed the threshold--Good... Good afternoon...--
The beauty of Miss Kinkross is high enough to leave one stunned. Ash began accumulating on the floor as seconds passed in the combustion increase, reducing the orange aura by 2 centimeters while expanding the yellow color area by the same length. The fire boy comes from an isolated and very cold community where no father would expose his daughters without many extra layers of clothing. But because of that, once he had an incident melting snow that older girls used as warm bathwater. Moving expels too much energy, so the common solution for his indecision is to stay still just like a poor child living in a barrel who froze when scared too much, but without any strange inclinations. Dr. Reed used to solve this by suddenly opening the window, just like a candle can be extinguished by a breath of wind. Inducing this is as simple as imagining a large fan; air conditioning helps with the work.

He closed his eyes and adjusted his glasses much more calmly-- As long as I can be useful, consider me an active subject for any experiment, Doctor. --

When the clothes arrived, the fire boy fanned them with his right hand, sending hot air and small sparks onto the fabric. Before touching it directly, this was the way to ignite something fine like silk or cotton. Finding no reaction, he began touching the thin edges of the clothing, expecting combustion. It's simple to categorize whether something is flammable or not based on the amount of carbon. People also possess it. Women like Kinkross, for example, can be categorized as high-volume, low-density foams. Similarly for Richards, who can find the ignition point by focusing heat centers before expanding them everywhere, like molten lead. If the fire boy had a face right now, he'd probably have a smile compressed by the clear effort. Though saying nothing, he would still step back slowly from the clothing.

--I have no doubt about your skills, Miss Kinkross. But I'll trade my discomfort for gratitude regarding some designs-- He confessed while holding a Hippie suit he found in the middle of the pile of clothes, it was between a shiny disco suit and a rock star outfit

--A moderate impression is enough. I suspect my respect for Mr. Claremont will be high-- He nodded, responding to Richards, keeping his palm on a suit sober enough

>>1854
>Measuring 20 meters long with a 15-meter wingspan, the so-called Phoenix 1 is a true marvel of aerospace engineering. It is a supersonic jet with the appropriate size to transport 6 to 8 people inside, as well as light cargo. Thanks to this bad girl, they have abandoned Japan and in about an hour more or less they have arrived at the North Atlantic thanks to the incredible speeds the jet is capable of reaching: nothing less than 2,470 kilometers per hour. In 2 hours and little more than half an hour they have managed to cross the stormy ring and access Genesis Island. Professor Claremont, the one who spoke with your mother, told you in detail about this place, but his words do not do justice to the natural beauty that this corner of humanity presents before your astonished eyes.

>The plane descends to a platform near the large mansion that is located near the coast. If you had eyes under the plane, you would see how the platform has opened, allowing the Phoenix 1 to enter inside of it and then shortly after being hidden again.

The plane's engine silenced when Claremont turned it off, he removed his seatbelt and approached you. When he introduced himself to you and your mother, Claremont was honest and mentioned the fact that he is a mutant with empathic powers, so he can feel emotions like sadness, anger or happiness, as well as project his own into other minds. He placed a hand on his head, not to use his particularity on you, but as a sign of support, comfort and maybe even affection.

With a hand on your shoulder he guides you to leave the Phoenix 1, and then walk through the hangar alongside it.

His voice and touch are warm. This man, even without using his particularity, is quite good at the subject of wanting to project a calm atmosphere when it comes to improving the mood of a young girl like you.

>>1855
>>1853
>>1857
>>1858

A cry of emotion anticipated the presence of two of the students from the mansion that Claremont had recruited. One of them was a small German girl carrying a ceramic bowl with strawberry and vanilla ice cream in her little hands. Beside her, a young man from the Soviet Union, Alexei.

Both pass near the stunning Miss Kinkross, who had left Cole and the doctor Richards in the laboratory while she went to get ready and change her outfit for the meeting that the professor had called. She noticed the young Alexei, to say nothing of the fact that both looked at each other for a rather uncomfortable moment. She put two fingers on her temple and Alexei felt a sharp pain in his brain.

Moira responded with two fingers on her temple again.

The fire boy had arrived along with Professor Richards, a blue-haired ball of fluff, cheerful and somewhat clumsy. Both were subjected to the gaze of the woman who always wears white, who crossed her arms after giving that order, looking like a scolding mother. Besides everything else, Moira doesn't leave the side of a young girl with a symbiont on her head, she's always near the small Amelia Black, even carrying her with a hand on her shoulder, as if she were under her protection. The small German girl almost spilled her ice cream bowl upon seeing the girl's hair, instinctively hiding behind Alexei again.

>A few minutes later, a duo of the most peculiar arrived; a nun dressed in white, dying of laughter, and a clown with whom she presumably is, is the one responsible for having her on the verge of tears due to those scandalous giggles that the young Lagrimita Liririn causes.

From an apparent hidden door of the living room, both the said professor Claremont and the small girl who accompanies him, as his protegee just like Moira does with Amelia Black, have appeared in this case the professor shows closeness to Sakamata Airi, and with a smile he welcomes everyone.

He maintains an air of a bitter diva. She stopped having a hand on Amelia's shoulder to cross her arms while observing them.

Again, the small Anna Sophie is noted to be scared by the professor's beastly appearance. He notices this and can only manage to show a shy smile, which only worsens things by showing his fangs to the little girl.

Edward looks pleased, overflowing with joy and enthusiasm just like Henry Richards. María looks compassionate towards all the present. Moira has a look loaded with arrogance almost all the time, she's an enigma wrapped in a mystery, but all of them have in common that at least once they have spoken to her thanks to her telepathic powers, some of you knew about the island thanks to her.

<Edward Claremont
This is the Claremont mansion and will be your new home. But the island also has an entertainment center, a hangar...

<Moira Kinkross
The Kinkross mountain... Um...

<Edward Claremont
If you're not too tired, young students, I would like to give you a detailed tour. I've heard that after everyone will enjoy an ice cream and a rich dinner courtesy of the mansion's butler.

>>1860
>so Moira kinkross
>i wonder what secrets she hides behind her layers
>secrets that she knows i'd like to find out
>i can't control your clothes but i can your hair, girl
>so i can know if you shave
>that's convenient
>but it's not time to flirt via telepathy
>though i'm not telepathic
>it seems i've won a little sister
>i'll share my sugar rations with her
>i stroke her hair without messing it up
>we barely met and she's already hiding behind me
>how nice that i'm soviet and not chinese

i'll take care of you, Anna Sophie. Which Germany are you from?

>on the other hand
>i don't intend to touch the nun
>i don't have that fetish
>i don't know what some people see in those women
>the joke is that they aren't attractive
>but anyway
>someday i'll have your secrets, Moira
>but at least i have this...ice cream
>it reminds me of plombir
>and they're giving us all this?
>i didn't know there were other flavors
>in the mother russia there's only vanilla
>and it's very expensive
>i wonder if they have eskimos and lakomkas
>and maybe i'll take that tour, if my little sister comes with me

>>1861
HA HA HA HA HA

>that clown is very funny
>almost my ice cream came out my nose
>it's a good show
>but it ends when that woman appears again
>i think she has something to say

>>1857
>The impression of getting to know the particularity of the girl in front of her suppressed for a moment the disgust that would have given Moira hearing those words from her hair, although she still felt a sharp pain in her brain from the telepath. She didn't need to know the meaning of the word "milf".

For a woman like Moira, so committed to the mutant race, every single particularity is beautiful and perfect, worthy of appreciation. She even took the liberty of placing both hands on her hair to better appreciate it. Her hands were soft and quality, but they emanated a feeling of raw power difficult to resist.

She asked you directly. Barracuda was a tall, black, bald guy with whom you had been sharing a cell and secrets. He confessed that he was there because he had thrown a toaster into a water tub, and then thrown a member of a rival gang into the water, along with his wife. He described the smell of pork with luxurious detail.

>In the end, Moira escorted you to the exit, they were able to see the police officers from the station were all acting like authentic apes, and it's not an exaggeration, a giggle exhaled by Moira betrays her responsibility in the fact that a police officer is urinating on his keyboard, one hanging from the ceiling lamp, a couple more fighting and another writing a complex novel in word by pressing keys upwards.

They managed to get out unharmed and clean from the station, Moira showed you her perfect and immaculate Rolls Royce convertible in white, just like her clothes, parked outside the station. The woman opened the door for you and invited you to enter.

<Moira Kinkross
I'll take you to Hesburger or any other greasy and smelly place that young people like so you can buy something. But on the way I want you to tell me where you come from, deal?

>>1863
Ah, this is hours before arriving at the Island. I reply to Amelia separately because I came up with something interesting.

>>1860
>. Welcome all to Genesis Island, your home and educational center until you learn to control your peculiarities, then you can decide whether to stay or go back to the outside world. Let me introduce myself....

-The words went in one ear, were processed, and came out the other; the series of unfortunate events she had lived through in such a short time seemed unreal. A woman named Moira had pulled her out of jail, and after explaining how the hell she ended up here, she asked the million-dollar question: What year is it? Maybe with a bit of shame, maybe with intrigue, Amelia couldn't quite read the expression on her face, but when she heard it was 1983, her expression faded. She went into autopilot. When Moira offered her a spot at this academy on an island, Amelia just replied, "Yeah, whatever," clearly very depressed... on the other hand...-

Max: fiiiu, WHAT A MANSION, I can really live it up here, right, fatso?

Amelia: ....

Max: Cheer up, we're a team, and we've got sexy Moira with us.

>Professor Henry Richards, who will be your teacher of...

Max: HAHAHA, THAT GUY IS FUZZY!!! And I can laugh without fear of being canceled because I'm literally made of HAIR!

Amelia: It's the 80s... nobody cancels anyone here...

Max: What!? Damn Joseph's mother!!! It's true!!! Quick, we need to find a sports almanac!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vfi-aK1JVuk▾

Amelia: That mutant seems smart....I hope he can help me build a time machine.... Amelia thought, but she also thought about a cure, about becoming normal again; so far, this thing had only brought her trouble...

>Sister Salvation
Max: DAMN RIGHT!, if there's already dinner, I want the celestial dessert!

>If you aren't too tired, young students, I'd like to give you a detailed tour. I've heard that after this, you'll all enjoy some ice cream and a delicious dinner courtesy of the butler at the Mansion.
-Amelia's stomach growled; she had already eaten, and currently felt sick from depression, but Max, he was still hungry. The trip had been long. If they were guests of honor, he should make the most of it.-

Max: HEY, DID THEY INVENT PIZZA WITH A PIZZA ROLL IN THIS ERA?! FUCK, I'D DIE FOR ONE LIKE THAT, just like mom used to make!
Amelia: ...the ice cream sounds good....

>>1861
Max: ....I think we already know who the autistic one in the group is.
Amelia: Don't be rude!
Max: Look at him! He's a fucking clown! We know there are only two types of clowns: the creepy ones and the evil pranksters, and that's why I don't trust him.
Amelia: He's....friendly -Amelia said with a slight smile; the clown kid's song and his comedy at least got a temporary smile out of her. That's all she needed, a distraction from her thoughts.-
Max: ....his name sounds like Italian brainrot.

>>1863
>I see, your mutation manifests as a separate entity from you; I've never seen a case like yours. It's simply splendid.
Max: come on, babe, I'm not just a don, a quirk, a mutation, or whatever you call it, I'm more! I was always there....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYIiRX8PZRg▾

Amelia: you're not going to get the reference
Max: what do you mean you don't? it's a well-known meme
Amelia: Shrek hasn't even premiered yet....DreamWorks hasn't even been founded yet
Max: .....FUCK!!! YOU'RE RIGHT, THERE AREN'T EVEN VIDEO GAMES, NOT EVEN FUCKING MARIO, I WANT TO GO BACK, I WANT TO GO BAAAAACK -Max was crying comically in an exaggerated way while Amelia shared some of her sorrow, she had her phone with a charger, before they were arrested she made Max eat her bag, but what good does it do? he couldn't charge it here, oh wait? Did tampons not even exist in this era? Although she didn't need them anymore, she grew up watching 80s movies, and to this day that fucking decade is exploited to no end, but now she was literally in that era and didn't know how to feel-

Amelia: excuse him, Max is....a bit intense

>Who do you think you are to demand something from me? Oh, although if it's food... Yes, I assume these neanderthals wouldn't have had the subtlety to offer you something to eat. Come on, my girl, you don't have to be afraid anymore.
Max: sure sure, manners first, a first date is always with a good meal, although you pay, primor...not being sexist, we have no money

Amelia: miss....what year is exactl- -The question was interrupted by a black man, wait....Amelia could swear she'd seen him before....it was the Church Father!? Who would've thought, he was once a criminal and a mutant...anyway, her question would have to wait-

>I was born with three nipples.
Max: Old man, it's people like you who want to believe the vaccine erases mutants

>Let's go before they start throwing shit at each other. Or no, too late, RUN!
Amelia: FUCK!
Max: LITERALLY SHIT!...
.....
>They managed to get out of the police station unharmed and clean. Moira showed you her perfect, immaculate white convertible Rolls Royce, matching her clothes, parked outside the station. The woman opened the door for you and invited you in.

Max: fatso, mom always said if a stranger offers you a ride you say no....but if that stranger is a sugar mommy who gets you out of jail and has a ride, it's time to break the rules
Amelia: seriously, excuse him....

>I'll take you to Hesburger or any other greasy, stinky place that young people like so you can buy something. But on the way I want you to tell me where you're from, Deal?
Amelia: Alright....

Max: I WANT THE HAPPY MEAL, hey, later I want to try something, we could race, I want to test my limits -he said before transforming into a rat with Amelia riding on him-

Amelia: swallow me whole -no need to say she was dead of embarrassment-

Respondo mañana :3

>>120238
I feel it. It's a bit hard to write for Cole, it feels a bit boring kek

>>1860
The fire boy gathers with all the individuals on the island. Among all those present, naturally, the one who catches his attention the most is the host Claremont. Maybe he wasn't a celebrated or eccentric scientist like his former benefactor, but he possessed the skills of persuasion and speech that he once aspired to. With notable calm, Cole positioned himself at one of the ends among the gathered guests. One by one he could evaluate them individually with his gaze. The string boy was quite compassionate and curious, something similar happened with that one who had singular hair. Although her hair was quite insolent, such improper comments, Cole saw them out of the corner of his eye. The last one, the clown, was a complete mystery, entering with an act that briefly stirred Cole's flames, more in suspicion than in laughter. When Cole has understood them all, he stops to analyze Claremont's words.

--While the study plan includes forced labor, consider me deeply pleased, mister Claremont-- He added servilely

''Cole wasn't trying to make a joke; the fire boy is quite dedicated, almost a work addict. Although he also possesses certain other fixations, like observing the flammable quality of objects. Hearing that there are different areas to visit relieves him. After all, there would be much to explore and much to do. As someone who stays in constant reaction, it was the best. During the mention of all these spaces, he manages to discern Kinkross's interruption. The fire boy wonders about the importance of the Venus mountain and comments with curiosity.

--I don't know what the others think. But, when Mount Kinkross has become Volcano Kinkross, then you will have me orbiting completely in its heat-- He commented, feeling out Moira's reaction, to guess what the mountain hides.

Although, naturally, Cole is attracted to hot places for obvious reasons. The fire boy didn't take long to realize how Richards was making Miss Anna Sophie uncomfortable with his presence. Without more, Cole stepped forward and placed himself between the two to mitigate the visual impact. He could do it since he had recently proposed himself as the doctor's assistant. And he did it because he knew very thoroughly the visual dissonance of those who have gifts that completely change their appearance, like his own.
>>1861
Little Tearful Clown makes Cole extremely suspicious. After all, his particularity appears as one of the most absurd, almost physically incorrect. Since Cole is someone who relies on the foundations of the natural, it was impossible not to suspect him. With intrigue, the fire boy observed the clown for several seconds. Finding that he can pull all sorts of things out from behind people's ears and noticing that occasionally some funny faces appear on the edges of his clothing, waving at him with coquettishness like a cartoon. Cole covers his nose every time another unconscious being generated by the little clown interacts minimally with him.

--By any chance do you know this series of phrases? "Bombonbini Gusini" "Tralalero Tralala porco dio e porco Allah"-- He started the conversation softly, but soon began to interrogate.

>>1862
Cole respected fashion and appearance. After all, he was quite grateful to Kinkross for bringing him all sorts of outfits, along with Richards. When he saw Alexei, he seemed like a friendly guy. It seems his contact with people with powers is broad, so he didn't have to be careful about notifying his appearance. Without further ado, he approached the boy, decreasing the heat of his flames as a means to establish a better conversation. Demonstrating that he also possesses a certain control over his quirk.

--My name is Cole Carbin Cain, it's a pleasure-- He introduced himself to the boy cordially.

>>1865
He observed Miss Amelia from afar; for the moment, she was the one with the most unstable particularity. Probably, both Richards and Claremont himself will say something about Black. As a guest, Cole couldn't just go up and tell the lady's hair to behave. The best thing was to stay on the sidelines unless an emergency occurs with the apparently malevolent entity that that girl is keeping. Fortunately, Cole doesn't have eyes that reveal his marginal vision, although sometimes he forgets that he has glasses that do.

>The atmosphere became charged with a much more positive energy than at the beginning thanks to the quick presentation of the clown Lagrimita Lirin, who manages to bring a smile to everyone present in different ways: María gives a discreet smile in comparison to those of Professor Claremont and Professor Richards, who are clapping in time with the music that comes from nowhere, it's an interesting display of their particularity, both men of science think.

>Meanwhile, Kinkross only turns her gaze with annoyance. The thoughts of Alexei manage to catch her attention, causing her to turn to look at him over her shoulder and with an unpleasant expression even bigger, she once again brings her fingers to her temple. Alexei experiences a similar feeling to a severe migraine; headaches coming from the overload of his nervous system thanks to the low-level psychic attack carried out by Dr. Kinkross.

The attack was as painful as it was brief, since immediately Moira turns back, stopping her attention on the young Russian, who subsequently feels the hand of Anna Sophie on his head.

He managed, for a moment, to distract himself and not think about how unsettling the appearance of the furry professor is to him, only to be once again scared by seeing the boy of fire in front of her, the plan backfired on Cole and ended up scaring her even more, better to focus all her attention on Alexei.

In this historical period yes, but the age of the girl causes her to not be aware of it, she completely ignores any political, social or even historical issues and it is evident by her making a silly face while asking the question while her index finger presses her lower lip with curiosity.

>Dr Richards laughs lightly at guessing the plan and noticing the final result of the fire boy. He puts one of his hands on the back of Cole (assuming he's wearing appropriate warm clothing) and gives him a couple of encouraging pats.

A friendly smile is the one received by the furry teacher, one that contrasts greatly with the cold attitude with which Moira later responds to his other question.

Next. Professor Claremont looks at the attitude the clown adopts while being in that big house, in that big island. He smiles with some pride but the next question quickly corners him and his furry companion.

He claps slowly and sarcastically. He also taps Amelia on the elbow to make her clap. Moira is not discreet in her intentions to mold the girl into a miniature version of herself. Anna Sophie also claps quickly and with energy, although she's not aware of what's going on, she just wants to feel included.

Moira smiles happily at having annoyed the professor. She once again puts her hand on Amelia's shoulder and walks with her to see the first instance of the big house; the living room.

Only he seems excited about that.

TOUR

Dormitories

>After climbing up the wide stairs of the house, they came across an extensive hallway with doors on both sides, approximately twelve doors, all of them prepared to accommodate as many students as possible. Claremont became the protagonist of the scene as he walked towards the center as if he were making an academic presentation.

Going down the opposite hallway still on the upper floor of the mansion, they arrived at a much larger and more spacious room than the bedrooms. Richards opened a sliding door and showed them what resembled a university classroom. It had desks and in the center, the greenboard so characteristic of school classrooms.

Anna Sophie felt more comfortable with the presence of her professor and the fireboy, whom she now couldn't stop looking at with curiosity, wondering how he manages to eat among other basic human questions.

Dr. Moira's Office

>Psychiatrist Moira Kinkross opened a couple of doors for the students, leading them to a very well-arranged and furnished office. It had an extensive bookshelf full of psychology books, but what catches the most attention is a colossal computer whose screen is embedded in a wall, and whose keyboard is an extensive console.

They returned downstairs after thoroughly exploring the upper floor of the mansion. Alexei and Anna Sophie could already know it, now it was the rest of the student body's turn. They looked at a man already cooking in it, who turned around and Anna Sophie recognized him.

Following the tour through the cold and sterile corridors of the basement, they arrived at a large room with a circular table in the center where a holographic map of Genesis Island can be seen. Moira pointed to the volcano in the center.

<Dr. Kinkross
That is Mount Kinkross, the smallest island next to Genesis is Beta, they are not allowed to go there for now.

A small alert sounded and on the map in the center, a small area on the northern coast of the island was enclosed in a red circle. Doctor Richards quickly went to check the control consoles.

<Dr. Richards
It seems a kind of PEM device was activated in the northern area of the island, that's where we have the generators and the energy source.

<Dr. Kinkross
A clap for Claremont, a clap because he messed up again.

<Prof. Claremont
This time it wasn't my fault, Moira, do you even know what a PEM is?

<Dr. Kinkross
I'm a psychiatrist, nerdy things are for you and Richards. But I can read your mind to know it.

<Prof. Claremont
Ugh... Students, it seems they have their first task within the island. They must go north and check the energy generators to fix them, Henry will go with you.

<Dr. Richards
Our first mission! What excitement, dear students, and how convenient because the hangar was the last point of our tour. Follow me, good students!

>>1867
Alexei Vladivostok, it's a pleasure equally

>if he wasn't made of fire I would shake his hand
>at least he's someone well-mannered
>and he has good control over his quirk

And well, where are you from? I'm from Mother Russia

>>1869
>first we see the dormitories
>I wonder if I'll have to share, or with whom
>then we see the classroom
>Anna Sophie asks about the "fhürer"
>I suppose her parents must be resentful over what happened in Stalingrado
>but I'll take care of her from fascism
>then we go to Moira's office
>she has an enormous computer
>it seems very powerful
>I wonder if it will serve for centralized planning
>then we went to the kitchen
>I've already been there
>then we see the danger room

Can you simulate Siberia, doctor?

>it shouldn't be difficult for this room to simulate Siberian cold
>in the next room, something happens
>it seems something affected the energy generators

In Mother Russia power cuts are common, so it shouldn't be that difficult

>I follow the doctor without doubt
>I hope I can show what I can do

>>1867
- Max noticed how the hottest guy was watching him; obviously, the hottest guy wouldn't scare him... unless he was gay, in which case he wouldn't want him getting too close -

>>1868
> He claps slowly and sarcastically. He also nudges Amelia with his elbow to clap too.
- Amelia claps slowly, forcing a smile. While the clown's act was somewhat entertaining, she was still depressed, but she didn't want to look bad in front of everyone there. She wasn't afraid, but according to the news, mutants could be dangerous; better not to piss them off -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6evoTqF_ALM▾

> Moira smiles, happy to have annoyed the professor. She puts her hand back on Amelia's shoulder and walks with her to see the first room of the big house: the living room.
- Amelia walks beside her while Max makes sure the fire guy isn't checking out her ass -

This is the living room. When you don't have class or training, you can be here as long as you want. The TV can pick up channels from anywhere in the world, and there are classic movies for entertainment.

Max: FUCK!!!! I wanted to go see Superman in the theater. This year only the horrendous Superman 3 is coming out!!!! It hasn't even been released yet, Back to the Future... I hope at least there are porn channels.

Amelia: -lets out a long sigh, though she shared the sentiment that 80s TV doesn't compare to having the internet; the fact that her unwanted guest spoke like that was humiliating- Please shut up.

Max: You're right... if those things don't exist... WE CAN BE THE INVENTORS!!!! WE'LL BE FILTHY RICH, WE'LL CHANGE HISTORY TO OUR FUCKING WILL, FAT ASS!

Amelia: No, simply no. First rule of time travel: don't time travel.

Max: A bit late for that, isn't it? And you sounded like a nerd saying that.

Amelia: Hey, kids nowadays love science fiction.

Max: Define "nowadays," nerd. It's the fucking 80s, that makes you a nerd... wait, Return of the Jedi comes out this year, right? Okay, it's time for me to make sure George isn't a faggot and includes more Jar Jar in Episode 2. I'll write letters saying I'm a future seer and blah blah blah...

- Though insulted, Amelia once again managed a slight smile. There was something about this thing, maybe its attitude, something that couldn't make her hate it completely, though she still disliked it, a lot -
>>1869
>Limit yourself to finding a gynecologist

Max: pssst. Amelia, remember a month ago? When they did all those tests on you, you know, when I woke up, how embarrassed you were when we had to go to the gynecologist

Amelia: don't remind me

Max: I learned a lot about female anatomy that day, I hope I can practice my knowledge with someone

Amelia: don't be disgusting

>Classroom
Amelia: I wonder what subjects they'll teach, I'm not exactly a model student, but with my 9s and 8s I hope that's enough

Max: I was barely born and already knew how to talk and read, does that make me a genius?

Amelia: 7x8 and 8x7????

Max: ......cheater.....

This is where you can come for your therapy sessions with me. This computer is Cerebro, it serves to amplify my telepathic powers, that's how we found you.

Max: That thing really runs Doom!!!!
Amelia: wait wait ....there were those kinds of things, well, yeah, in the 80s??? ....how many things does the government and the millionaires hide from us....those TikToks might have been real....
Max: oh no don't tell me the dog eating cereal TikTok is real, what the fuck scare

-When Doctor Moira mentions Adam West, both Amelia and Max can't help but think of one thing, a single word comes out of both their mouths, almost in unison, a whisper only they can hear- ...."Family Guy doesn't exist.....

>Danger Room
Max: BUT THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING -he said while taking control, taking a somewhat giant humanoid form, leaving Amelia hanging from him-

Amelia: HEY! Warn me when you do that!!!!

Max: HERE I CAN FINALLY BREAK FREE, whenever you're ready, let's go all out!!!....but first, if we need to eat -he said to return to normal, not caring that he'd drawn attention-

> Students, it seems you have your first assignment on the island. You must head north and check the power generators to fix them; Henry will go with you.
Amelia: Shouldn't this be a janitor's job?

Max: it's the 80s, fatso, save yourself the trouble, this is child exploitation whether you like it or not, we can't call them out on Twitter because it doesn't exist

Amelia: when you make a point, you make a point

Max: let's see what the fuck a PEM is....HEY OLD FOLKS, CAN WE BRING FOOD FOR THE ROAD???

>>1865
>>1871
I'm not some Baptist! At best I'm Catholic, or at least! I've been excommunicated by Pope John Paul II himself! Just because I proposed making a Bible 2 with dinosaurs and bringing Jesus back as an automaton! Robots are awesome! Haven't you seen Terminator? Don't worry about me being a little crude, miss... And sorry for being gossipy, but I tend to hear more than I'd like, I have very big ears! Look, look!

He puts his hands behind his ears and they start growing out of nowhere until they literally become the damn Dumbo! You've never seen and never will see a little clown fly! Nevertheless, he quickly returns to normal...

I'm not evil! Probably a culeable, though I don't know what that means! Does it have to do with my rear or my front? Because I'm butt-heavy! Do girls like big butts?! Hahaha, Mr. Hair-with-teeth! I don't mean anything evil! Not unless I lose control and... Another one... Rome... Sepulchral silence But I don't think so, yippee! My duty is to make people laugh and speak in rhymes... Even if I'm not very good, hehehe.

That "sepulchral silence" is certainly unusual; the clown's face turns like pic 2, with a darkness covering his serious expression after remembering something traumatic. Anyway, he smiles again, acting as if nothing happened.

You're cute too, miss! And I like you too, even if I don't trust myself, Mr. Hair! If you want, I can sing for you later! Another melody! My clown sixth sense tells me what you want is a reason to smile! Or am I wrong? I, the little clown Lagrimitas Lirilin, will give it to you! A girl as lovely as you deserves to live smiling constantly; if at any moment you feel sad, call me! Okay dokiiiiii?
>>1867
Mr. Flaming! Are you also going to say my name is brainrot?! And how do you and Mr. Wig know something about the future?! Bah, who cares! Udindindindun madindindindun! Br patapim!

He jumps while saying more of those weird names, thinking Cole and Amelia's hair were playing with him. Suddenly, he gathers the courage to take the flame boy's hand to shake it kindly.
Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, nice to meet you, my name is Lagrimitas Lirilin, the fattest little clown in the galaxy.

In the background you can hear the "psssssss" of a piece of meat cooking; the little clown doesn't notice until he senses some awkwardness between the two and the smell of a cooking steak starts reaching his nose.

Is it me... or does it smell like barbecue...

He looks around thinking they're at a barbecue, but sees nothing. He doesn't realize his hand is frying thanks to contact with Cole. Then, from his other hand emerges a somewhat terrifying puppet.

???: It's your hand, corkhead!

Whoa! But if it's Mr. Pegalón! How have you been? Haven't seen you since that time you asked us to be friends with that John Wayne Gacy guy, alias Clown Pogo, and-

Mr. Pegalón: Shut up, fat little devil! Not in front of a gentleman like Mr. Cole! By the way, your hand!

What's wrong with my hand? You're in my hand! You possess it!

Mr. Pegalon:I'm doing it to help you! You're burning right now!

Oh, that... Yeah... It's getting scorched... And that's interesting because... AAAAH! SON OF A B- @#%&!

He starts spewing a bunch of curses, but they're all conveniently censored by dolphin sounds. By that point, Lagrimitas's hand was blacker than the average African. He writhes in pain while the puppet clown tries to separate them, punching Cole's shoulder with his boxing gloves, but to no real effect. Lagrimitas's hand turns to charcoal before their eyes, and when the only option left was to amputate the limb, the arm detaches and another one pops out. Apparently, it was just a rag arm, not the real one. Lagrimitas holds back his laughter but points at Cole and says...

See? I fooled you. Hehehe

>>1862
>>1870
A Russian with the ability to smile and laugh! Someone make a wish! It's like seeing a unicorn... Let's see, let's see... What's the ultimate insult to a gay Russian?! CALLING HIMSELF SERGUEI! HAHAHA!
"Tell a joke expecting Alexei to laugh, Lagrimitas remembers going to Stalingrado and making jokes about Lenin's bald head, now he's also persona non grata in Mother Russia for his little jokes."

>>1869
>120292 and/or Alexei >>1870 and extends his hands to ask one of them to carry him like a small child, he doesn't want to fall behind having to climb some wide stairs that in his perspective is like climbing Everest! What a way to start the tour! Regardless of whether they carried him or he had to manage on his own, he sees several rooms where they can sleep and excited, starts hopping and slightly choking the person carrying him to raise his little hand and exclaim:

>These are the dorms, students. For now they don't have much more than beds and simple furniture, but you can personalize them however you like.
I want to stay in the same room as Amelia or Alexei! Not to offend, hotshot, but I have the feeling whoever sleeps with you will wake up all sweaty! I'm not much of a heat person, hehe.

>Oh! When we finish the tour we can have a pajama party all together.
Yessssss, we'll stay up all night telling scary human stories! And in the morning! I'll make the tamales...

>Limit yourself to finding a gynecologist.
I'll volunteer as the first candidate 😎

Are we going to learn about that Führer my parents talk about so much?
Führer? Oh! Do you mean the clown chancellor Mr. Ronald McDonald?! In that case... HAIL BIGMAC!

"He does the fascist salute with full innocence because he confuses the funny mustache guy with another even funnier mustache guy, anyway, he makes a funny imitation of the Austrian painter so his classmates laugh a bit..."

Everything. But generally I use it more to spy on Adam West. When I'm not using it, however, it's still active and registers mutant activity. If it detects any, it will let us know so we can go to him.
Adam West? Do you mean Catman?!

"He takes out a pamphlet from a movie by Mr. West."
It's a pleasure, young ones. The kitchen has everything needed to satisfy the most demanding palates from various corners of the world, as I see we have such a diverse group. Please, come when you finish the tour; Moira told me someone wanted... What was it?
Holiwis, joeeeeee! Do you cook your two shinkafa? Hehehe, what a funny name.

>Pizza rolls, and ice cream.
Do you have pizza ice cream?! I want, I want, I want!

This is the danger room; here you will test your peculiarities in controlled environments. Think of it as a gym to learn how to control your powers and physical capabilities.
M-My want to leave from here...

She whispers to the psychologist, while feeling how she trembles more inside that cabin. Little Tears slowly calms down when they are outside of it; she prefers to train the Clownforce outside, or in that coliseum over there...

>Yes, your education also includes this type of training to handle risky situations. We will be dealing with many mutants and humans who are not exactly friendly; we must be prepared for everything.
But isn't it supposed that among mutants we should support each other? Why are there bad mutants who will want to attack us? No... I don't understand, Mr. Richards! Mutants shouldn't be meanies.

Ugh... Students, it seems you have your first assignment on the island. You must go north and check the energy generators to fix them; Henry will go with you.
Count on us, Dr. Claremont! Let's go, guys, we have some PEMs to fix! Does PEM mean Pugs in Bowties? That would be so cute! If there are pugs there, I'll separate them, I like them, hehe.

Without waiting, she walks in the direction Richards guides her. The curious thing is that she drags along the person holding her hand. Moira? Not necessarily; throughout the tour she suddenly changed people. First she grabbed Amelia's hand, then Alexei's, then Richards, Claremont, Anna Sophie, the nun, and even grabbed Cole even though he got burned. At this moment she has firmly holding someone! Let the dice choose!

1- Cole
2- Alexei
3- Amelia
4- Again Kinkross

1d4 = 3

>>1872
(EHem, Terminator is from '84, one year left until it premieres)
Max: .....What the fuck are you talking about, you damn clown? Terminator 1 hasn't even come out yet, how the hell can you know about something that doesn't exist?

Amelia: okay, Max has a point... I guess his power lets him know things even if he doesn't really understand what he's talking about? -she said while watching the clown fly, of course the IT series didn't exist in this decade either, so Tearful Tears was a pioneer-

> Do girls like big butts?!
Max: That's what they say online -he said while inflating some hair buttocks-

Amelia: DON'T DO THAT!!!!

Max: What's wrong? You afraid I'll let out a fart? Pfffft, I'd say your head's full of air JAJA

>You're nice too, miss! And I like you too, even if you don't trust me, mister hair!
Amelia: uh... thanks, you're sweet

Max: well, he doesn't seem bad, but I'll be watching him

>If you'd like, later I can sing you another melody! My clown sixth sense tells me what you really want is a reason to smile—am I wrong? Well then, I, the little clown Lagrimitas Lirilin, will give it to you! A pretty girl like you deserves to live smiling all the time. If you ever feel sad, just call me! Oki-dokiyyyyy?
jeje, okay okay -Amelia was used to receiving compliments from her friends and other guys before, she knew she was cute, but it had been a while since anyone said it—felt nice to be reminded-

Max: Well, at least the clown has good taste

Amelia: oh yeah? You think I'm pretty?

Max: sure, after all you're my home

Amelia: seeeeh... thanks Max

-then the clown grabbed both of them, seriously, people from the 80s need to learn about personal space-

Amelia: not so intense, Lagrimitas, tone it down a couple notches, wait—you won't get that... just calm down a bit, okay? You don't need to be at 100% all the time

>>1872
>the clown tries to make me laugh
>he succeeds

Jejejeje, I like him, clown

>then literally the clown picked me up
>such a peculiar sense of humor

>>1873
Hey, hair of the pretty girl, what's a terminator? Could you help us with this?

>if it's made of hair, maybe I can control it
>worth a try
>I just hope it doesn't bother the...kitty it's attached to
>I'll try to flirt with her

Are you Cuban? Because you look like a ration of sugar

>if I had a rose I'd put it in my mouth right now

>>1874
WIIIIIIII! HOW FUN IT IS FOR MY FRIEND ALEXEI TO CARRY ME! WIIIIIIII! WHAT'S YOUR POWER? IS IT CARRYING PEOPLE IN A FUN WAY?! WIIIIIIII! YOU SHOULD BE THE PRESIDENT OF RUSSIA, FRIEND, YOU'RE AWESOME!

Swings back and forth on the arms of the guy from the still-living Soviet Union; might be annoying, but since Lagrimitas is about the height of a child, it probably reminded him completely of having a kid...

>>1873
>Max: .....what the fuck are you talking about, you clown bastard, Terminator 1 hasn't even come out yet, it's still a year away—how the hell can you know about something that doesn't exist?
But you talked about brainrots and Twitter! If we're going there, YOU broke the fourth wall before I did! And that power doesn't belong to you! Or does it? Whatever, I got to see it early because I made the director laugh! Does that convince you? Je.

>Amelia: okay, Max has another point, I guess his power lets him know things even if he doesn't really understand what he's talking about?
Miss, sometimes I don't even understand my own thoughts. Right now I'm thinking about a race of bird-men whose entire vocabulary in a single sentence was learned because a tourist liked being touched down there! WHAT SENSE DOES THAT MAKE?! I don't know, and I'm already more than used to having weird ideas—I like it! Oh oh oh, look...! Bird-men! ARE WE NEAR THE BALL CHEESE ISLAND?!

Peers out the window and points at a flock of those bird-men squawking their picturesque lexicon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUK46GoUnQg▾ DID THOSE THINGS ALWAYS EXIST OR ARE THEY PRODUCTS OF THE CLOWNFORCE?!

>Max: what's wrong? Are you scared a gas will come out? Pfffft, I guess you've got air filling your head JAJA
JA! Now that's funny, baldy friend, as a philosopher from future times would say—¡El peluca sape!

Also inflates his butt exaggeratedly like Max and starts doing some kind of mating dance in front of Amelia, singing about monkeys' red butts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBLvQwQFJv0▾

>Amelia: uh....thanks, you're cute
You're super duper cute too, miss! DO YOU LIKE MY BUTT DANCE?!

>Max: well, doesn't seem bad, but I'll be watching you
Go ahead! Watch me! I like thinking my life is one long show and that everyone's eyes are on me—it makes me feel less nervous in life, you know?

Gives a thumbs up.

>Max: well, at least the clown has good taste
I love tartar sauce! DOES THAT COUNT AS GOOD TASTE?

>Amelia: oh yeah? You think I'm pretty?
Of course you're very pretty, you're like... you're like a... hm.

Hears Alexei's compliment and follows up with...

A CUBAN SANDWICH! You've got a great body, probably juicy... Lots of meat... Big... Attractive to the eye... Smells good... Oh mama... I really wanna take a big bite... Uf...

Suddenly starts drooling—not because of Amelia, but because of the Cuban sandwich that just appeared beside her—HE WAS HUNGRY! But just before attacking that Cuban sandwich, he suddenly stops upon hearing a... complaint?

>Amelia: not so intense, Lagrimita, dial it down two notches, wait, you won't get that... just calm down a bit, okay? You don't need to be at 100% all the time
Huh? Does it bother you that I'm at 100% all the time? Ahhh... Me... I just want to be liked... Forgive me if I come off as annoying... Sometimes I can be a complete idiot when I'm too happy like now, um.

Without letting go of Amelia's hand—which he conveniently ended up holding at some point—the little clown lowers his head. He doesn't look completely sad, but definitely downcast. It's not entirely Amelia's fault; those are his own old insecurities.

>>1874
>Hey, beautiful girl's hair, what's a terminator? Could you help us with this?

Max: A Terminator is a killer robot sent from the future to assassinate a waitress, because in the future her son will lead the revolution, since humans and machines are fighting and machines are winning, so from the distant year 2010 the girl's son sends his best soldier, not knowing that soldier is his father, thus making his existence a paradox.

Amelia: ....ye, are you projecting?

Max: ....no.....

>Are you Cuban? Because you look like a ration of sugar.

Max: I AM AN AMERICAN CITIZEN!!! Although technically I don't count as a person, you son of a bitch doctors.

Amelia: I think Romeo is talking to me, not a gallant, I wouldn't want to be Cuban....mmmm, is Cuba already fucked up in this decade?

Max: Let the Haitians die.

-It was good to know that at least now that her beautiful blonde hair had been replaced by a monster-

>>1875
>You broke the fourth wall before me!
Max: ....breaking the fourth wall....definitely autistic, look clown, I was just saying referential dialogue, I don't believe I'm Deadpool.

Amelia: They don't know, he was created in the 90s.

Max: FUCKING SHIT, WHAT THE HELL IS IN THIS DECADE THEN?

Amelia: mmmmm She-Hulk, I guess.

Max: Is that woke shit? No thanks.

Amelia: The comic one is pretty good and not woke, anyway, forgive him, little tears, seems they haven't told you about our situation yet, but is your power breaking the 4th wall?....are we being watched by someone?...I just hope the bathroom scenes aren't visible -She said this as a joke, but if such a power existed that confirmed these things, it would be a shock for the young woman-

>Miss, sometimes I don't even understand my own thoughts. Right now I'm thinking about a race of bird-men whose only vocabulary in a single sentence they learned because a tourist liked contact in their lower part! What sense does that make?! I don't know and I'm already more than used to having weird ideas! I like it! Oh oh oh! Look...! Bird-men! Are we near the Scrotum Cheese Island?!

Ameli. ....eh? -she was starting to believe he was autistic, and a lot-
>bird-men
-seeing how the clown seemed to create a new race out of nowhere, Amelia didn't hesitate to ask-
Amelia: TIME MACHINE!!!! Can you create one?

>HA! That's funny, wiggy, as a philosopher from the future would say: "The wiggy knows!"
Max: I have no idea what you're talking about, but it sounds cool.

>He also exaggerates inflating his ass like Max and starts doing some kind of mating dance in front of Amelia.

-If the girl's face was like pic 2 before, now it's like pic 3; she didn't know what to say in this situation, whether to feel shame or secondhand embarrassment or both-

>You're also super cute, miss! Do you like my ass dance?!

Amelia: uh.....
Max: come on, fatso, you've got a fat ass too, join the club.

Amelia: DON'T SAY THAT!!! -Even though she knew it was true, she didn't like the vulgar way Max expressed it-

>A Cuban pie! She has a great body, surely juicy... Lots of meat... Big... Visually attractive... Smells good... Oh mamasita... I really want to take a good bite... Ugh...

Amelia: .....I'm not Cuban - that's all she said with a serious look. She accepted the compliments, of course; the little clown was exaggerated and spoke in a caricatured way, but she still noticed the lechery in his words. Besides... he made her imagine being Cuban. She hoped his power wouldn't turn her into a dark-skinned Korean version of herself; there can only be one Amelia in this world- at least for now.

>Huh? Does it bother you that I'm at 100% all the time? Hmm... I... I just want to be likable... Forgive me if I seem annoying... Sometimes I can be a real idiot when I'm super happy like now, um.
Max: SEE? YOU MADE THE KID CRY! HE WAS JUST EATING HIS CUBAN PIE... You're inviting me?

Amelia: Look, little tear-drop, if you're giving 100% all the time, what's the point? You lose what makes you special, right? But if you stay at 50%, when you level up, we'll all laugh - said the girl with a smile. She really chose her words well; she didn't want to seem like the bad guy, but she also didn't want to make the kid feel bad. She just didn't like them being so intense, so she resorted to a kind of mild psychological manipulation, hoping it would work.

Max: Fine, but if you invite me to that Cuban pie?

Amelia: And for me, a pizza.

>>1876
Are you from this decade? So you come from the future? I suppose the Americans are still messing with Cuba with the blockade in your time, how did the Soviet Union of your time respond? By the way, have they already invented the 4-cup community drink machine?

>once again I try to control the talking hair
>if it's made of hair, it might be possible

And if you come from the United States, is it true that they fatten people so they won't rebel against the bourgeois capitalism?

>all her life they've told her that the United States is a capitalist dictatorship
>maybe she has the answers you're looking for

>>1875
In reality I can control anything that has the form of threads or tubes, like fabric, pipes, cables or...hair. But you're very light, like a child.

>>1877
Sounds like a grandiloquently powerful ability, Russian friend! A weird little doubt...! Can you control the axioms, neurons, tendons, arteries, veins, spinal cord, hair follicles, fallopian tubes, eye obliques, and intestines of human bodies? Because that would be pretty cool! You're so powerful! I can only modify reality as I please! That's nothing! Pfft.

>>1876
>Max: ....breaking the fourth wall....in short, he's autistic. Look, clown boy, I was just making referential dialogue, I don't buy the Deadpool act.
Then don't make references to future stuff! You're confusing me, Mr. Wig.

>Max: FUCKING SHIT, WHAT THE HELL IS IN THIS DECADE THEN?
Well, currently we have The Shining, the first Nightmare on Elm Street, E.T., Blade Runner, Rambo 1, Scarface, and Return of the Jedi! I know! The 80s get better when they're almost over, not so much now.

>Amelia: The comic one is pretty good and not woke. Anyway, forgive him, little tears, seems they haven't filled you in on our situation yet, but is your power breaking the fourth wall?....are we being watched by someone?...I just hope the bathroom scenes aren't visible.
Nope and nope, my power isn't breaking the fourth wall, it's part of my ability to manipulate all aspects of reality, and ours is curious! Don't you worry! Take a shower with total peace of mind! Nobody can really see us, unless the one writing your dialogue and situations puts an indecent picture of you, but while we're just simple texts in a thread on a page called 8chan... I'll shut up, I don't want to upset you, miss...

He makes the gesture of zipping his mouth shut; he doesn't want to pulverize Amelia's brain with information that almost drove him insane himself. Never mind, better to laugh with those squawks of "FUCK MY BALLS!!!.'

>Amelia: TIME MACHINE!!!! Can you create one?
HA! Much better! I can alter reality! If I wanted to make all the colors in the world disappear right now... I couldn't do it! Because I don't control all my power yet! But I surely could do it, eh!

If with 30% of the clownforce he can do things like that, he doesn't want to imagine what he could do with 100% of it at his disposal! Better not think! He keeps dancing as if he's twerking while he sings...
Long live big butts! Long live big butts!

He doesn't understand why Amelia is ashamed of having a big butt, so he tries to cheer her up by bumping butts with her. Aside from that, he doesn't realize she's "horrified" by witnessing the clown's carnal desires, mostly because he's satisfying those very desires by biting into that Cuban cake! Amelia doesn't even glance his way, not until she hears the refusal from both him and Alexei.

>Amelia: .....I'm not Cuban.
Don't you like Cuba? I like Fidel Castro! He plays ping pong like a champ! But he's terrible at baseball! Nom!

He took a huge bite of the cake, enjoying it like a little kid, until Amelia made him hang his head. The girl's words painted a sad mask on his face! The cake disappears! His appetite is gone now that he's feeling down.

>Amelia: Look, little teardrop, just... if you give 100% all the time, what's the point? You lose what makes you special, right? But if you stay at 50%, when you level up, we'll all laugh. —the girl said with a smile, she really chose her words well; she didn't want to seem like the bad guy, but she also didn't want to make the boy feel bad. She just didn't like it when they got too intense, so she resorted to a kind of mild psychological manipulation, hoping it would work—
I-I'm 17... I'm not Mister... Huh? Do you think I'm... "special"? D-Do you really think that...?! Mmm Adjusts his voice to relax and not be so intense Do you really think I'm someone special? Really, really do you? I... I don't know what to say... Thank you very much, Miss Amelia! You're good at comforting! I'm going to calm down a bit, okay? As long as I can make you like me and make you laugh, I'll use 10, 20, or 50% of my energy. The joke is to have fun in our new life, don't you think? I'll give you what you ask, but promise me we'll eat ice cream together with the one they'll give us? Okay? Pizzarola for the pretty lady and a turtle for my friend the blonde!

He smiles tenderly and innocently, his cheeks flushed red like apples from happiness. Beyond the fact that Lagrimitas is easy to manipulate sentimentally due to his past issues, anyway, he snaps his fingers and summons another Cuban cake that lands in Max's mouth, and a heart-shaped pizza that lands in Amelia's free hand. Now, Lagrimitas won't let go of her hand for anything in the world.

>>1869
-- An electromagnetic pulse, isn't it? That's quite concerning. I can't imagine a future where we abandon the analog and become completely vulnerable to such emissions-- He snapped his fingers in response, releasing a flame.

As an assistant to a scientist, Cole has known how to handle certain lateral viewpoints on different problems. Everything relates to something more, like driving jets and their radar systems. Probably Moira was sliding into the dangerous side of recklessness. Although, for someone who receives too much information for too long, it can be expected. The staff on the island is very low, it was evident. Normally only people with powers gather among themselves. It would be strange to observe someone without powers among them. For example, the butler, whom he saw discreetly, waiting for him to express his ability away from serving. In the end, Sophie's colored hair wasn't scared off, it was an indication that she could work alongside her and the others.

>>1870
--Are there many mutants in Russia? Their secrecy could lead one to think they might use them in questionable ways-- He commented, referring to the Soviet Union. When Cole realized his comment had become political, he corrected

--I come from Canada. There we have a famous mutant of small stature with retractable claws. He doesn't have a very good reputation--

>>1871
--Better hair tied back than fangs.... Chewing-- He said, without clarifying that he was referring to Black. Cole adjusted his glasses. --Although you might not believe it..--

He proceeded to look at that girl's hair even more closely. It was a living element, so it could be burned. Maybe his flames were effective against it. Although, there was a possibility it could be elastic and not be burned, almost like rubber. Definitely, he had to keep observing the evil hair before any kind of action against this entity. All for the good of the people on this island.

>>1872
--The future? Brr brr patapim? Udindindindun? It's true... Whose memories are these...?-- He wondered with a thoughtful tone while looking towards the horizon

--I don't know why I gave you my hand in the first place...-- While waving and the smell of burned intensified. --I think... it just seemed funny--

--Hello, Pegalón. How's your wife? Has she recovered from the purple eye of that day? Seriously, I hope you can win the trial. In situations like these, the children are the ones who suffer the most.-- He replied to the abused clown, as if he knew him beforehand.

While Lagrimitas talked with his hand, and tried not to burn it. Cole could think. He had met Pegalón a long time ago, during a circus tour that brought all kinds of mutated animals. Cole became friends with a couple of elephants that had very large ears. Pegalón was the one who had to jump on a unicycle below them, a task that would definitely kill him, until the elephant with the largest ears started to fly. Pegalón and Cole used their ears as a balloon to escape from that exploitative circus. Since then, occasionally he brings them charcoal as a gift while they sing carols in October.

--A trick? What are you talking about?-- Asked Cole while rubbing his head in pain--No, I don't want to start a musical number. Get out of my head!--

The ability of this clown was strange. Suddenly he felt like singing and dancing with him, explaining how his abilities worked, introducing his new companions, and jumping from stage to stage until reaching the generators. Cole tried to resist, otherwise the show could consume him. He had already been partially consumed by the story of the fake hand. It's safe to say this type would be Moira's torment.

I'm late, integrate me!

>>1877
>Is this the decade? So you're from the future? I guess Americans are still screwing Cuba with the blockade in your time, how did the Soviet Union of your era respond? By the way, did they invent the four-cup communal drink machine yet?
Amelia: eh... yeah, it doesn't exist anymore, and I have absolutely no idea.

Max: hey kid, you doing something? -he was in normal mode, but a lock of hair was lifting up- if you're forcing me into a choice with your power, let me make one thing clear right now: I'm not gay -The boy's power worked, though for Max, a living entity, it'd be a bit tricky (roll dice), because even though he looks like hair, those fine filaments are actually a symbiotic slime like Venom that holds its shape and form, meeting the requirements for control, but with unstable mass like water-

>Is it true they fatten them up so they don't rebel against the capitalist bourgeoisie?
Amelia: I'd like to say no, but yes, just not in the way you imagine... I suppose you're Russian, right?

Max: HE'S A COMMUNIST? LET'S KILL HIM!!! IT'S THE 80s, IT'S LEGAL, WE'LL BE HEROES AMELIA, HEROES!!!!

>>1878
>Then stop making references to future stuff! You're confusing me, Mr. Wig.
Max: I was born a month ago knowing all that stuff, what do you want me to do?

>Well right now we've got the glow, the first Freddy Krueger, ET, Blade Runner, Rambo 1, Scarface, and Return of the Jedi! I know! The 80s get better when they're almost over, right now not so much.
Max: AHA! YOU FAILED!!! NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET IS FROM '84!!! -creates a hair fan and pretends to smoke it- you're missing some years of cinephile power to catch up to mine.

Amelia: I like The Labyrinth... though I think there are still a few years before it comes out.

>>1878
>but while we're just simple texts in a thread on a page called 8chan- He shuts up, doesn't want to upset you, miss...
Amelia: ...what? -after hearing those words, Amelia's head hurt for a second, a sharp pain, a familiar pain... she felt watched, defenseless, it only lasted a second, and the sensation vanished quickly, but she was sure, she felt watched- maybe Lagrimitas just committed a huge dumbass move that will have consequences in the future

Max: I don't have threads, said Pinocchio.

>HA! Much better! I can alter reality! If I wanted to make all the colors in the world disappear right now... I couldn't do it! Because I don't control all my power yet! But I surely could do it, eh!
Amelia: So you can't send me back to my time?... okay -she said dejectedly-

>Doesn't he like Cuba? I like Fidel Castro! He plays ping pong excellently! But he's terrible at baseball! Nom!
Hmmmm let's see what example I can give them... Got it -she says snapping her fingers- you know the 50s stories about the paramos, right? Well, I think right now it's the Cold War and all that... imagine a post-nuclear bomb place, that's Cuba in the 20s... more or less... there are still houses, just ruined.
>T-Tengo 17
Amelia: you're older than me

Max: and what about me, I repeat if it wasn't clear, I was born a month ago and I'm still strong, I'm a big kid, and stop clowning around, I'm already starting to like you, come on with that pizza and the Cuban cake

Amelia: thanks for the pizza! I hope you can handle your power well, seriously, seriously, seriously, it would help me if you could create a time machine!!! 'He's a good kid, but I need to make sure he doesn't always act like a clown, ironically speaking, at least until I can get help to go back home' -Amelia lets the little clown take her hand and smiles tenderly, Max, who has already eaten his Cuban cake, also takes the clown's other hand-

Max: delicious, congratulations, Mr. Clown

>>1879
>He proceeded to look at that girl's hair even more intensely. It was a living element, so it could burn. Maybe his flames were effective against it. Although, there was a possibility it was elastic and couldn't be burned, almost like rubber. He definitely had to keep observing the evil hair before any kind of movement against this entity. All for the sake of the people on this island.

Max: Fuck, this fucking guy won't stop staring at me, I'm gonna have to fuck him

Amelia: hmmm? who are you talking about? -she

>>1880
Does it not exist? Like, does it not exist? Did they win the nuclear war in the future?

>it's a possibility
>that would explain his hair
>maybe it's a product of radiation

I'm talking to the miss

>trying to keep Max quiet for a while 1d100 = 96

Now, getting back to what we were talking about, how do they really fatten people? Looking at your... beauty, I can tell you managed to avoid it, I must say you look very healthy coming from that country

>he doesn't know what a tic tac or a macdonals is
>he doesn't even know about mobile phones

Tell me, do they still use phones in the future? Although I think asking for your number wouldn't do much while you're in this era. And if your hair gets too bothered, we have a word in Russian for what I can do, "perestroika"

>he doesn't know but there are still two years left until that word has another meaning

>>1879
I haven't been lucky enough to meet other mutant comrades at home, so I don't know for sure.

>>1878
Possibly, but I prefer to be careful when controlling internal organs.

>>1865
>Moira had already entered her luxurious car, leaving the door open, waiting for you to enter. She didn't imagine that Barracuda, the black guy who follows them, would be the one trying to get in first, being stopped immediately by the blonde woman.

You see from the front row as her anatomy completely changes, her body compresses in front of you, reducing her height while a lighter skin covers her black skin and tattoos, then blue hair grows out. In general, Barracuda had completely changed his appearance.

I get into the car, still to the psychiatrist's dismay, who stays waiting for you inside the car when suddenly, to her surprise, she witnesses a new ability of Max when he decides to transform into a sort of vehicle with the appearance of a rat under Amelia. What is embarrassing for the girl, Kinkross finds fascinating and worthy of observation and study. A discreet smile on her lips betrays her interest.

He scratches his chin and then his gaze shifts to the windshield of the Rolls Royce, from which he can observe his surroundings still thoughtfully. He has been able to observe a sort of pink-colored cloud rising behind the buildings of the nearby area, an idea comes to mind and he points to that structure in the shape of a cloud.

<Dr Kinkross
That one over there is the Shaboom Kaboom Café, girl. I'm also eager to observe your particularity in action, how about we race there? Don't worry about exposing your mutation like that, we won't be here much longer.

<Barracuda
Can I go with you?

<Dr Kinkross
We're going to a school.

<Barracuda
I never went to school.

<Dr Kinkross
Agh, okay.

>The professor Claremont's lips press into a thin line as he sees few in the control room are aware of what a PEM is, he sighs although soon realizes he can't blame them, they're just kids after all and preparing them for the outside world is Claremont's responsibility. The professor briefly feels moved by Niccolò's innocence, he would really like the world to work that way, without however...

On the other hand, most of the adults are confused to see the young students talking about movies they've never heard of and internet memes that by now sound like things that would get you hospitalized in a psychiatric ward. It's strange for everyone present, except for Moira who already has an idea of what's going on there. She puts her fingers on her temple and sends a telepathic message to the young black-haired girl.


Too late, the extremely curious and furry doctor Richards is already inside Amelia, jumps towards her and starts examining her, looking inside her ear with the help of a flashlight, analyzing her pupils with the same, looking at her teeth as she opens her mouth. Henry's curiosity was palpable.

They have probably arrived at the most spacious area of the house, and it should be so to be able to keep inside the gigantic aircraft that becomes the protagonist of the scene as soon as it's visible to the young mutants; the Phoenix 1. The place is illuminated by LED lamps located on the ceiling and the walls are made of reinforced concrete. By a good eye, one would say that the place is 50 meters long, 30 wide and 20 high.

>The aircraft present is an improbable marvel of that time, a supersonic plane of elegant design bathed in a beautiful shiny black color carefully placed on a platform that is the heart of the hangar.

He has shown them a couple of Jeeps placed strategically so as not to dirty the view one gets of the plane as soon as you enter the hangar. With his curious and characteristic simian way of jumping and interacting with the environment, he jumps towards one of them only to immediately put on his seatbelt.

<Dr Richards
We are too many to fit in a single vehicle, so we are going to split into two teams, okay? Who comes with me?

<Anna Sophie
Oh! I want to go with Alexei.

>>1881
>It's gone? What do you mean it's gone? Did a nuclear war happen in the future?
Amelia: No... there was never a nuclear war. The Soviets simply admitted they were inferior, and people, already fed up, chose the capitalist lifestyle. Lots of movies were already being smuggled in. When the Berlin Wall fell, everyone was happy. The current communist countries are fucked and under dictatorships.

>Trying to keep Max quiet for a while.
Max: DAMN IT JIMBO, SOCIALISM DOESN'T WORK 1d100 = 84, AHAHAHA, I always wanted to say that.

>Now, back to what we were discussing—how do they really fatten you up there? Judging by your... beauty, I can see you managed to avoid it. I must say, you look very healthy for someone coming from that country.
Amelia: I just exercise.

>
Tell me, do you still use phones in the future? Though I suppose asking for your number wouldn't help much while you're stuck in this era. And if your hair gets too annoying, we have a word in Russian for what I could do—“perestroika.”

Amelia: And what does that mean? About my phone, Max.

Max: ARE YOU GONNA LET ME CALL MYSELF THAT?

Amelia: You don't even know what it means. Besides, you brought it on yourself, always yelling. Maybe if you were nicer...

Max: NEVER TRUST ANYONE, FRIENDS ONLY 1, JESUS CHRIST—said while spitting out a plastic bag the girl had hidden her purse in so the cops wouldn't take it. With mild annoyance, Amelia grabbed her purse and pulled out her phone—This is a telephone.

-hours earlier-

>>1882
>By the way your hair talks, little girl, I can assume you're not from around here—or perhaps not even from this time.
Max: We come from the distant year 2025!!!!

Amelia: Yeah... I don't expect you to believe us. The cops didn't.

>That over there is the Shaboom Kaboom Café, girl. I'm also eager to see your special abilities in action. How about a race over there? Don't worry about exposing your mutation right out in the open—we won't be staying in this place much longer anyway.
Amelia: ....you're not seriously expecting me to...

Max: AND WHAT DO WE GET OUT OF IT!? Aside from the satisfaction of victory and free food, you can't just challenge us without offering a prize. A good kiss would be enough for me.

>120435
Fascinating. So you come from the future. This confirms my theory that in the future, there will be a remarkable trend toward obesity due to fast food chains and...
Amelia: Tsk... the doctor said I need to eat more because I'm using more energy now. I used to be slim and pretty...

Max: HEY, ONLY I GET TO CALL THE FAT GIRL FAT!!!

-Upon seeing the Jet, both the girl and the symbiote are amazed-

Amelia: Just like Taylor Swift's.

Max: All the bumps she must've gotten with Pique.

Amelia: That's Shakira.

Max: Details, details. Just don't let it PIQUE you, hehehe, get it? Like the song.

Amelia: .......

>Don't even look at it, kids. Today we're not taking Phoenix 1. If there's another PEM though,

Amelia: -raises her hand so he can see, then speaks- Why do you call vehicles PEM?

Max: Who cares, you thinking what I'm thinking, fatso?

Amelia: I think so -she was thinking about https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXR-bCF5dbM-▾

Max: Hehehe -and he was thinking about https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iHQ9zZq0yM▾ -

dice to choose who to go with 1d2 = 1

>>1884

-horas antes-
O sea que no solo cayó la unión soviética...¿sino que todos son felices por ello? Dime, ¿está la madre Rusia bien en tu época, por lo menos? Creo...que me comienza a preocupar el futuro

>intento callar a Max otra vez 1d100 = 27

Exercise...in a system like capitalism, sounds like an act of rebellion. Obesity is the fault of capitalism, I wouldn't be surprised if they wanted to make people believe that being overweight is healthy, and that yet you are so...slim

>la mira a los ojos

That melts me like the steel of a foundry

>before Amelia can react, she scratches under his chin as if he were a cat

Perestroika means re-structuring, it could help to keep your hair more...quiet, if it could make it

>then she shows him her phone

Is that a phone? But...it doesn't even have cables...or numbers...how does it call? Where is the antenna? Does it have batteries? Is it like a portable radio? If that's a phone, do they already have flying cars and a cure for cancer?

>the future is fascinating
>although I don't know if I'll do so well in it

-ahora-

>I cover my eyes to not see the bra

I didn't see anything, you'll be attractive but I have my limits, that hair of yours needs a good lesson, style Alexei

>try to convert Max into an afro 1d100 = 50

>>1883
>in the present, there are more urgent matters to attend
>like Anna Sophie asking if teacher Moira is Jewish

That's antisemitic, little one. Don't forget the six million.

>as every Russian, I will never forgive the Nazis
>then let's go to the hangar
>there's a huge plane

That thing is the size of Siberia

>but today it's not time to travel in it
>we'll go in Jeeps and the little one wants to go with me

It would be a pleasure, little one

>headpat.vinilo
>if there's space for him and the girl, she'll go wherever Amelia goes
>otherwise, wherever they can fit.

>>1885
>So the Soviet Union didn't just collapse... but everyone is happy about it? Tell me, is Mother Russia doing well in your time, at least? I think... I'm starting to worry about the future.
Amelia: mmmmm I don't think I should give information about the future, but if you're a communist, I'm not calling you a spy or anything like that.

Max: I'd say something but he wants me shut up, no choice, he's missing out on the knowledge of the war.

> Obesity is the fault of capitalism, I wouldn't be surprised if they wanted to convince people that being overweight is healthy, and that even so you're so... slender.

Max: HAHAHAHAHA, OH OLD MAN, THE IRONY IN THOSE WORDS WILL MAKE ME GET AN AFRO.

Amelia: shhhhh, better not tell him....

>Before Amelia can react, he scratches under her chin like she's a cat.
-Blushing slightly, she backs away-
Amelia: thanks, but don't touch me like that again or I'll give Max permission to attack.

Max: for the first time you say something good.

>Is that a phone? But... it doesn't even have wires... or numbers... how do you dial it? Where's the antenna? Does it have batteries? Is it like a portable radio? If that's a phone, do you already have flying cars and a cure for cancer?
Amelia: the function is complex... but to sum it up, this device is much more powerful than the computers that sent the astronauts to the moon, well, in their case the dog Laika, although... something tells me that in this era there is already advanced technology, just secret..... about flying cars.... not yet, not with how the world is.... about the cancer cure, they say that in the 2000s someone awakened an anti-disease gift and they harvest it, but it's just rumors, no one knows, maybe the cure for cancer has existed since World War II and we don't know.

Max: crazy theories, I only know that God exists until proven otherwise.

>I didn't see anything, you're attractive but I have my limits, that hair of yours needs a good lesson, Alexei style.
Amelia: -sighs resigned but with an angry look- okay, it's just instinctive, underwear isn't that different from a swimsuit you wear at the beach after all.... BUT WE DON'T SHOW THAT TO PEOPLE!!!! -she says while pulling Max-

Max: Look, I'm an afro!!! Seriously, the irony of this guy's words gave me an afro!!! BOOM, GREAT REVELATION!!! I'M AFRO MAX AMELIA, AFRO MAAAAX
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gRnvDRFYN4▾

Amelia: -pinching the space between her eyes with a tired look- thank god they don't understand that reference, ....Mr. HBO.

Max: Mr. HBO? Nice one.

>>1886

-hace unas horas-
>the hair mentions something about a war

So a war...it's a pity that even in the future Mother Russia doesn't know peace. I wonder what Vladimir would say, that curious guy my mother once made a coat for. She's a fashion designer, you know? That's why I recognize feminine beauty when I see it, and you have more than enough
>on the other hand, it seems my comment about obesity turned out ironic
>will I be right?
>then I'm threatened after touching her

You're so attractive when you set limits, that making yourself respected is so...magnetic

>I love women with self-esteem
>then she tells me about her future phone
>and her conspiracy theories

I think there are child traffickers in that thing they call "Hollywood", but everyone has their own conspiracies, I suppose.

-now-
HBO? Is it something American?

>>1887
Amelia: take it easy pretty boy, you're not the first one to try and court me, but start by buying me a coffee if you want to

Max: seriously, are we really getting involved with a communist who claims to know Putin himself?

Amelia: what do you mean "we"?

Max: well, you know, I'm literally stuck to you—if you have sex, I expect to join the party. Then again, better become a lesbian, didn't you like that girl? Stacy?

Amelia: first of all, gross. Second, I don't want to talk about that stuff right now

>I think there are child traffickers involved in what they call "Hollywood," but everyone's got their own conspiracy theories, I guess.

Amelia: they're everywhere, especially if they're kids with elemental powers... I've seen news reports more than once about raids on places harvesting humans, people with electric powers being used as batteries... it's horrible

>HBO? Is that something American?
Well, currently it's a TV program
>>1888
>her clothes magically change, but not into the cool outfits the dragoons wear

Amelia: Tch, why am I not a dragoon? Oh, dressed as a cop like in the ending

Max: I didn't even get a hat

>Don't worry, Miss Amelia, I'm not planning to do anything to you while wearing this... I promised I'd behave, and that's what I'll do.

Amelia: Good, good, I don't want to fight in the mud either
Max: damn weird ending

>Snaps her fingers again to change out of that white outfit, now wearing an elegant suit with a trench coat; the rest also adopt clothing more typical of the 1950s, with a more appropriate wardrobe, then she jumps a little

Amelia: quite the change—now she was dressed like in pic 2—

Max: and the hat's new! I want it I want it I want it

-tears start dancing, Amelia claps along to the song but Max joins in dancing-

Max: HEY, CAN YOU MAKE IT RAIN ORANGE SODA?

https://youtu.be/_x1hLcngWw4?feature=shared▾

>>1880
--Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Cole Carbin-- Ignoring the full screams, Cole approached to greet the lady with the rebellious hair. He did it with the same attention as the others.

--It may seem unexpected, but I know a brand of hair gel that is extremely effective. Roxxonstill'r. Maybe it could help to avoid... certain inappropriate comments.-- Recommended with a tone marked by certain coughs, as soon as he had to refer to the said Black.

Soon Cole realized how strange his recommendation was, he touched his head and put out the flames. --I know what you might think. I don't have hair. But I used to work for a scientist who took care of her style, so here I am. You can count on me. I try to help all the students in gratitude to Mr. Claremont--

>>1883
--So there's no janitor...-- Cole lowered his head, with a compassionate tone. From outside it would seem he was worried about the ash left behind as he passed. But it was the opposite. Soon Cole found his role in the place

Cole took the star and lit it with bright but low-temperature flames, it was possible only by including elements like magnesium or iodine in minimal quantities. When he returned the decoration to his clothes, Cole already had a mission, and it was to meet the needs of all the people on the island. As he used to do when being Reed's assistant. Carbonizing and cleaning doesn't seem to be nothing, although the place is huge. And taking care of order, although it takes some work with the black hair, is possible. Of course, there would be some problems forming as a gynecologist.

--I don't have a problem driving, if someone wants to come with me--Proudly Cole showed his Canadian driver's license. In Canada they are quite permissive regarding everything related to the government, to the point that all children have hunting rifles and such things.

>>1886
Cole saw as Amelia's hair turned into an Afro style, reinforcing his doubts regarding what kind of person Black is, being nothing more nor nothing less than a stereotypical African-American. He couldn't wait any longer. But maybe one should be less petty with the lady's hair, to not fall into the racism that now is part of the people with quirk.

--With that style, you could be the next star of a rapper in the Big Apple. Although... On this island.-- The televised comedies that feature dark and very loud characters probably will become more popular in the future.

>>1888
--YOOO I can singaaaar!-- With a harmonious voice, Cole took off his clothes, only to reveal a white suit, with a low-brimmed hat, completely opposite to the Clown's

Cole continued the choreography behind the stages, fearing the rain, but as soon as he could follow the Clown, dancing and enjoying the sound of the music, he took the umbrella in his hands and burned it. The rain disappeared and from the ashes emerged some tap shoes with which to make the most hypnotizing sounds. Cole took the clown by the arm and began to sing his own song

--It's today, do you see? You don't have to fear.
Far from that flooded peninsula
¿Here is? Very cool. Let yourself go!
On this island there's no problem.

With a black hair
And a boy somewhat silly
¡From today you won't hide!
Tomorrow I'll see you
Your dream world
¡You won't hide! You won't hide anymore.

There he was, eating my pasta
It was called Penne, and in the end he cried
¿How not to know someone so funny?
¡How not to spend time with someone so funny!

And so, the two of them, we'll have fun
¡Show that will warm you up, and make you cry!
Don't fear anymore... My sad clown...
The only tears you have to shed... ¡Will be of happiness!--

>>1888
>for a moment, Lirilin makes us see Amelia and me as a married couple
>although somewhat inappropriate
>before I can speak, she changes me into a stilyagi (like the ones in the pic)

My parents told me that this was the fashion in the 50s, do I look good?

>my father still keeps his clothes from that time
>I like this style
>I wonder if it will attract Amelia
>then it starts to rain
>the clown and Amelia's hair dance

I think I'll join in too

>I start to show off my best Russian dance

Background music:
https://youtu.be/QCA8WpKXnd8?si=YJ_GKIB7i88fOEtI▾
>>1889
-hours ago-
Coffee? You know, I've never tried one, so I wouldn't mind trying it, would it go well with vatrushka?

>in mother Russia coffee is very difficult to get
>my father said he tried it once
>then the hair mentions Vladimir

Is he famous in your time? I don't see how someone who couldn't tell us about his job can be so well-known

>the hair then makes an inappropriate comment

Bad hair, behave

>I try to shut it up again 1d100 = 97
>on the other hand, it seems that the human trafficking has gotten out of control in the future

That's horrible, the future sounds so...depressing.

-present-
>I glance at Amelia
>she doesn't look too bad
>I smile and wink at her

>>1890
>cole starts to sing
>I also get the urge to join in

Clap, clap and don't stop clapping
Today we dance until we die
Clap and don't stop clapping
Your sorrows will go away with kicks

Dance, dance and don't stop dancing
Stop fighting your sorrows
Kick, kick and don't stop kicking
You'll never want to stop

From Berlin to Moscow
Don't stop dancing
From New York to Vladivostok
Don't be a Martian
Dance the Trans-Siberian

>>1884
>>1888
>>1887
>>1890
>The furry professor remained with a friendly smile as he saw all the young students agree to go in the same jeep. He crossed his arms and sighed resignedly, after all it was logical that young guys in a practically unknown environment would feel more comfortable with each other rather than with an AUTHORITY.

On appearance she was a girl who just came out of nowhere, right out of the cars scaring professor Richards and making him jump so hard he ended up next to his classmates, but that was just a disguise, in reality Amelia had already met this man who looked like a girl.

With the face of an innocent Japanese teenager, but with the raspy voice of an older man, maybe even older than the professor himself. She raised her thumb towards the group and held it up like the vault boy, it was obvious she was proud or proud of her recent work in the jeeps. Richards naturally looks suspicious, but soon everyone ends up getting into the cars, even Barracuda.

>They have left the hangar after crossing through a large door. The sound of the engines accompanies them throughout the entire adventure, the setting has such a clean air as one could expect from this abandoned paradise, maybe forgotten by man. The notable absence of oppressive buildings, at least for Alexei can suggest a feeling of freedom and unprecedented adventure; it's the same for Anna Sophie, unfortunately she ended up buried under the bodies of her classmates, it's a mystery in which part of the car she is now, and that's considering it's a relatively small car!

>They travel through dusty dirt paths created from having traveled this same path over and over again. The path splits occasionally, fortunately Cole only has to follow Richards to reach his destination.

Both cars are equipped with radios, what Richards says from one side, is heard from the other even over the sound of the engines and the wheels rolling on the dirt path. The bushes, trees and hills follow them wherever they pass and the vegetation borders the path until it seems almost devouring them, they have entered a forest. The sky slowly turns to a subtle orange color, the sunset is near. Fortunately they won't have to be outside much time. The professor's car parks in front of a wooden cabin built in the middle of the forest.

Everyone gets out of the cars, even the tiny Anna Sophie who, with much effort, gets out of the car, falls in front of a pair of small birds that flee at the sound of the dry impact. The young German watches them go and gets up in awe.

She tries to follow them a few steps away from the group, but quickly stops dead in her tracks upon seeing a peculiar shape in the grass; it's a bird too, but it's missing half its body and its bones, viscera and blood obviously lie scattered on the floor, painting a violent red around it, it's as if its upper torso had been torn off by a bite. The little girl runs back to the group again, scared, screaming, throwing herself into Alexei's arms and burying her face in his chest—

She can't even speak. The furry professor stands up straight and smells, showing himself alert.

<Dr Richards
I smell someone else... we are not alone, young ones, and probably the responsible for the electromagnetic pulse is here... stay alert.

>It was just a curious glance that Moira cast at the thoughts of the young people before she went off on adventure in the jeeps, but she ended up regretting it for a fraction of a second when she observed the mind of the student she had considered a weak link up to that point; Niccolò. The postcard of a clown devouring the earth in one bite surprised and terrified her equally, she felt terror rising up her spine and a knot in her throat. She opened her eyes and when she realized it, she was sweating.

<Dr Kinkross
Mmm... we should put an air conditioner in this place. Well, it's been a busy day, tell the butler not to make noise when he brings my dinner, I'm going to bed.

The meeting room was left in an abyssal silence with uncomfortable glances between Claremont and Salvación. Moira left the place, while walking she thinks about the power that rests in the young clown, thinks about how she can exploit it. Definitely now Amelia and Niccolò are her two biggest interests.

>>1892
This place is so... not gray... I've never seen so many... colors

>sensory_overload.VHS
>he's stunned for a few seconds until something snaps him back to reality

It's all so... colorful... even more than that tank short

>Max won't even get that fucking polygonvibe reference
>not even the finest Soviet animation can recreate so many colors

I wonder if the future is this colorful...

>then we arrive at a cabin

It's beautiful... almost as much as Amelia

>I've never seen a house like this, in that state
>then the German girl hugs me
>that snaps me back to reality

Uh... did something happen, little one?

>then I notice the dead bird

Oh, don't worry, we'll avenge it.

>headpats.cassette

>>1890
(Perdón la demora, no respondí antes porque esperaba a que OP tire general, si no el hilo solo se llenaría de interacciones entre todos)

Amelia: Un gusto...em...te daría la mano, pero no quiero quemarme

Max: uy no , con este si que no gorda, no tendras hora de aventura con el chico de fuego, nos terminaremos quemando

>--Puede parecer inesperado, pero conozco una marca de fijador de cabello que es extremadamente efectiva. Roxxonstill'r. Tal vez pueda servir para evitar... ciertos comentarios fuera de lugar.

Max: .....psssst, gorda, si entendi bien...quiere que me ponga duro, eso es homoxeual

Amelia: ya ya, Max, relájate, solo intenta llevarte bien y hacer amigos, oh le hare caso y te terminare bañando en fijador.....bueno no, me vería horrible
>>1891

>¿Es famoso en tu época? No se como alguien que no pudo contarnos sobre su trabajo puede ser tan conocido
Max: pfffffft enserio no sabe, déjame decirle

Amelia: no! podrías cambiar la historia!!!

Max: Como sabes que ya no la cambiamos? que sepa que Putin es el presidente en el futuro en que nos afecta? en nada, eso no va a impedir que nazcas

Amelia: MAAAAX!!!, aish....bueno, podríamos pedirle a lagrimitas un café

>intento callarlo otra vez
Si sale menos Max se calla cuando hables con Amelia 1d100 = 16

>le sonrio y le guiño el ojo
-Amelia le saluda con una sonrriza -
>>1892
-Al ver a Barracuda salir de la nada y asustar al peludo , Max se empezó a reir-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSXEYaxGiag▾

Amelia: sigo sin saber si en verdad es hombre o mujer

Max: te cancelarían por decir eso, pero si, con esa voz de negro del bronx es obvio que tiene berenjena

-Luego se suben en los jeeps directo a la aventura-

>En estos momentos nos dirigimos hacia el colisionador de partículas de la isla... desarrollado por su servidor, por supuesto.

Amelia :¿Tiene permiso del gobierno para haber creado un colisionador de partículas?

Max: la cosa esa que puede generar un agujero negro y matarnos a todos? genial, estamos parados sobre una bomba de tiempo

Díganme cursi, pero no me gustaba que la entrada a nuestra sala de generadores fuera la de un viejo bunker de la guerra, así que construí esta belleza para enmascararla.
Max: Es genial!!!! muy apocalíptico , el profesor peludo tiene buen gusto al parecer

>>Todos salen de los autos, incluso la diminuta Anna Sophie que al salir con mucho esfuerzo del auto, cae frente a un par de pequeñas aves que huyen ante el sonido seco del golpe. La joven alemana las observa irse y se levanta maravillada.

Amelia: oiga, esta bien?


Huelo a alguien más... no estamos solos, jóvenes, y probablemente el responsable del pulso electromagnético esté aquí... manténgase alerta.

Max: EL QUE LO OLIO SE LO ECHO, A MI NO ME MIREN

>>1893
pi pi pi, nos van a usar de arma X

>>1839
Name
Jack Kova

Specialty
The Monet
°Jack's body is a suppressor of powers made flesh and bone; he is literally IMMUNE and INVULNERABLE to any kind of ability, control, effect, or power originating from another being or entity. At the same time, anything produced by a Quirk that makes physical contact with him is instantly deactivated for the entire duration of that physical contact, until that object or person leaves his vicinity by at least half a meter.

Because of this, Jack's fighting style relies heavily on hand-to-hand combat. Even though his punches can pierce physical barriers, energy shields, or even muscles/skin strengthened by a Quirk, his fists deactivate Quirks during the fraction of a second they impact, he remains just as vulnerable to punches or kicks as anyone else is to his.

For this reason, all his fights end up being street brawls, so he has learned to be brutal and cruel when fighting due to his context and situation.

Basically, he turns one's power-based role into a martial arts role every time he fights, kek

Age
17 Years.

Nationality
Russian/American

Gender
Male

Background

Born in Hell's Kitchen during the violent and decadent 70s, he has lived in the poor neighborhoods since he can remember. An androgynous child who was easy to abuse, with an alcoholic father and a mother who took her own life when he was too young to remember her, he had to fight his whole life just to survive. This made him an aggressive boy inclined toward violence and everything related to the underworld. Fighting for food, for respect, or simply for his pride, the only thing that mattered to him was winning. He was a self-absorbed and impulsive kid who always said what was on his mind without caring who he offended, which earned him as much respect as enemies. His father saw him as a burden, so Jack rarely spent time at home. Instead, he spent his time raising money by stealing or selling "merchandise" provided by the criminal gang controlling Hell's Kitchen, just to stay in their good graces and have a chance to join them.
Prisoner of the romanticization of the criminal world, and with a natural talent for his own ventures, he formed his own gang of kids when he was still a child; he had a reputation at that time for being truly strong, for always making money from somewhere, and for having connections with a real criminal gang, "The Iron Saints". All of that was part of his charisma, and also that, no matter how morally questionable his way of living was, his "Passion" for protecting his own and his City was also something that generated loyalty toward him. At that time, the Iron Saints, specifically their Leader who saw Jack as a replacement for his younger brother, saw Jack's potential and used him to mobilize the younger ones; he learned about hierarchies, territory, and the cold use of violence as a tool, but he was looked down upon within the group itself, mostly because of the Leader's fixation that several members couldn't explain, since Jack used to question all their decisions, including those related to drug activities.

As soon as he was 15 years old, the Iron Saints had the most infamous gang war in the country; many people died, innocents and criminals alike. The Hell Hounds burned several storefronts and city apartments to kill the Iron Saints; one of those apartments was his own. The Hell Hounds had a mutant leader with the ability to generate will-o'-the-wisps; it was literally impossible to defeat, to the point of having killed other mutants like him. During the first years when the Hell Hounds were in charge of expanding across the United States, their reign had been seen as inevitable...

...

By the time the fire had consumed the building, a figure emerged from the flames, dragging the charred body of his Father, part of his face burned and his left eye completely useless. He didn't seem conscious of what was happening, the feelings inside him being much more overwhelming than the pain or the adrenaline; the fire seemed to open the path for him, dancing around him and extinguishing upon touch, just as if it were shunning him.

He assassinated the mutant with his own hands, discovering his own identity as one of them. From that moment on, the Iron Saints took total control over Hell's Kitchen, and the Hell Hounds were completely eradicated without their main attack force, transforming from a unilateral massacre into another one, and just like that, he became one of the most important members of the Iron Saints, although the whole group seemed to worship him, most were simply scared of him; he was an abomination that killed other abominations, like a long-legged spider killing a black widow. They had made the mistake of wanting to use him... But without the leadership of the previous leader, Jack seemed to have lost interest in the Saints, just as he had grown tired of the criminal world after the incident; he was angry and alone. Instead, he had set his sights on something more substantial.
The end of the Iron Saints was slow and relatively indecorous; the most frightened fled, those who hated them were discarded. All that remained for him to do was fulfill his role efficiently while organizing and recruiting talent... "Special" talent, phenoms and pariahs of society hungry to survive in a world that hated them and to fit in wherever they could, phenoms who would be loyal only to him; Mutants. He didn't care if their powers were useful or not; he took the broken, the unwanted, as long as they had the desire to survive in the city and hated drugs. That was enough for him, mostly because he needed to give them strong conviction to face the old Saints and the rest of the criminal gangs that had parasitized the city for so long. He gave them structure, money, and a place to belong. He gave them a purpose. After a while, the Iron Saints were pushed back to their 17-year-old selves, and in their place, only he remained alongside the members he had chosen to form his new gang.

...

The Golden Saints became, in a way, even more controversial than any other criminal gang in Hell Kitchen, not because of their illicit activities, which had nothing to do with drugs anymore, but because of their reputation of being full of supposed mutants. Jack created a bastion for the most oppressed at a time when they were still a fraction of society, and somehow managed to create the closest thing to a family that people like them could have. Among their criminal activities were the typical ones: collecting "protection" money from businesses (bars, kiosks, stores, illegal betting houses) in their territory, with the excuse that the city was full of phenoms capable of reading minds or shooting laser beams from their eyes, and that they ensured such people didn't cause trouble. They controlled several docks along the Hudson River; for a fee, they ensured shipments (whether legal or not) arrived safely. There was also a personal business run by Jack, organized solely by his interest in fighting: a secret Fight Club hidden in an abandoned warehouse, a place he used to visit when he was still with the Iron Saints, before he took it over himself. He participated many times and remained the champion to this day. The bets were enormous and served three purposes: generating money, consolidating his reputation as the only man who couldn't be beaten with a Don, and acting as a recruitment tool for the Saints.

But of course, his most important operation is more than evident. The Golden Saints were known for being extremely brutal and efficient when dealing with problematic mutants, the kind who thought themselves untouchable because of their Dons. They were highly sought after by criminal families or even ordinary but desperate people who needed to deal with such a problem. They didn't discriminate by the type of Don or person; Jack was the guy you called to handle them. He became an excessively successful criminal not despite his condition as a mutant, but because he understood his value in the market...
The end of the Golden Saints came after taking a very high-paying job: they had to intercept the kidnapping of a criminal boss's daughter by a telepath capable of controlling minds through music. He took the trouble to do it far from his henchmen due to the telepath's peculiar ability, but after making the mistake of confronting him in an open space (breaking through a window while beating the aforementioned mutant), the telepath unleashed a psychic wave that hospitalized a bunch of civilians in the area in a desperate attempt to hurt the blonde. This drew the attention of Genesis Island (?), who didn't take long to send someone to recruit the young goth and rebellious boy. Claremont, seeing the brilliant but confused young man beneath the hardened violent criminal, decided to give him a choice between two options: be left at the mercy of the authorities, end up as an experiment to neutralize mutants due to his peculiar Gift, and cause the destruction of the only family he had through his own decisions, or pay for his crimes through public service... in his new Military Academy for Gifted Youth! And learn to control his powers just as he used his mind and fists for good. Although at first his expression was one of pure disgust upon hearing the proposal, and he needed a lot of time to digest what he was about to do, the King of his concrete jungle showed what had earned him so many loyal men and why he was being recruited: he decided that protecting his Golden Saints was the most important thing to him now that he was going to be processed by the system. He had to do what he had once promised never to do...

Finish his studies

>inb4 tl;dr
Poor and immune mutant punk wants to be a criminal, becomes a criminal, ends up not liking criminals, his face gets burned, kills a mutant, becomes a criminal gang leader, fills it with pubescent mutants, takes care of other mutants for money, Claremont or whoever stops him, habemus origin

Aspirations
Serve his time, or at least what Claremont considers enough for Jack to "graduate" from that place and get out, sees the Academy as a slightly more comfortable prison than the real one. However, a part of him is curious about everything related to mutants; he had never asked himself the logic behind the abilities he has, he simply used his Gift for his benefit, to survive.

He has created a bastion for people who wanted to belong somewhere, but even during the years when he was King of Hell Kitchen, he has never felt that he belonged.

>>1896
Edad
19 Años

Fix'd

>>1896
Very good, black, do you want me to do something to you or do you want me to include you with the other blacks?

>>1892
The musical doesn't come to fruition! You saved yourself, Kayako! At the most unexpected moment, your role will be a high school musical! I swear! But well, it seems no one wants to get on board with Dr. Richards until a girl finally signs up with him, only there was a small detail! She talks like a trucker with gingivitis! The clown also gets scared and runs over to where the Russian >>1894 is because he wants to warn him before she starts flirting with him like she did with Kinkross and Amelia, a true friend always worries about his friends, and doesn't want the Soviet to fall into that trap with a pretty face, that's why he acts like in Picosa 3.

Alexei, Alexei! She's a man in disguise!

Later they advance through the inhospitous and freedom-filled landscape, Lirilin is extremely happy, moving his head a bit and humming slightly the international anthem of the clowns, you know, the typical song they play when one appears, on the other hand, he has no idea how his body got inside that car, he feels like a piece in Tetris, he even feels a knee and an elbow on his back but better not say anything to not look for an extra leg on the cat! Better enjoy the ride! That said, he liked running with the nun much more, he feels much better running with her, wait, what? Whatever! They hear Dr. Richard.

Mr. Dr. Richard, isn't it dangerous because of the black holes? A small calculation error and instead of giving energy to the island it could open a quantum vortex that sucks in the whole solar system? Is there a risk of that?

He throws out an apparently innocent doubt but with plausible scientific connotations, of course, the little clown has not the slightest idea of what he just said, he just said it because it came to his head, they are that kind of thoughts that he doesn't understand but has the imperative need to ask the blue-haired one and he doesn't hold back, he says it to see if his answer can satisfy the voices that lie in his mind... Finally they arrive at what seems to be a creaking cabin, this being the entrance to the bunker or at least a distraction so no one knows it's the entrance to the bunker, the little clown makes a "not bad" face and starts clapping, clearly he liked that...

Phew! It's quite nice! Good taste, doctor!

Everyone gets out of the car and Lirilin comes up with a joke seeing this scene, and he could use it in the future where a lot of people get out of a small car but so many many that they don't stop coming out! That's right! He is the one who invented this joke https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5ly3hxYV9I!▾ Anyway! Anna Sophie asks them if they saw those birds that fled and before the little clown can respond, he sees how the German finds bird corpses and runs away in panic into the arms of the Russian friend, Lirilin approaches where the crime scene is taking his usual funny steps, he squats down and brings his face exaggeratedly close to those animals.
Don't worry, I can work miracles, A.S

She takes the bird's remains in her wide, sausage-like hands and closes them, bringing them close to A.S.'s face—that is, Anna Sophie's. She asks her to blow on them for good luck, then uses her Clownforce. A beautiful glow emanates from her sausage fingers, and she slowly opens her hands to release a beautiful reborn bird— No, what comes out is a deformed, big-headed bird with a maniacal grin, flying using its nest like a spaceship. This ugly little bird pulls out an alien-style pistol and starts shooting at the birds A.S had previously scared away. The weapon's beam hits the birds instantly, and they drop like fried chicks.

WELL! I didn't expect that! Cool! Right...?

She scratches the back of her neck with an awkward smile on her face. She really didn't want to revive the murdered bird only to turn it into a feathered psychopath. Unfortunately, that's what happens when you can't fully control the Clownforce. What could have been good deeds get twisted by the Clownforce if the clown loses control. Maybe that's why the Rome incident happened! No, no, the Rome incident must not happen again! Lirilin crosses her arms, and upon hearing Richard's suspicions, a lightbulb goes off in her head. She points at the feathered abomination she created, which is still circling overhead, laughing strangely and shooting at every winged creature it sees.

Maybe the bird can help us from above! Hey you!

Bird: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQ7qEim-sME▾

What did you say about my mom?!

Bird: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQ7qEim-sME▾

HA! I don't have a mom! Checkmate!

Bird: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQ7qEim-sME▾

Get down if you came out of a hard-boiled egg!

Bird: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQ7qEim-sME▾

Yeah, yeah, he'll help us find the culprit, heh.

She literally fights the wall, like that Wojak screaming meme fighting the Chad. And yes, the Chad is the big-headed bird, who gives a thumbs-up to confirm he'll help, or at least a feather that looks like a thumb since birds don't have fingers on their wings, right? Anyway, the little clown looks around, waiting for the screeches of the big-headed bird to confirm someone is nearby. He gets the idea to build a homemade electromagnetic field detector. For that, he pulls a rope, a squirrel, and... an electromagnetic field detector out of his hat! He ties it all together and uses it to track the person who released that vile pulse...

>>1896
Debido a la forma en que natural e inconscientemente repeles cualquier otro tipo de mutación y sus efectos, fuiste totalmente invisible para "Cerebro", la supercomputadora amplificadora de poderes telepáticos que usa la doctora Moira Kinkross para detectar mutantes a lo largo y ancho del mundo. No fue hasta que las cosas se volvieron salvajes dentro de Nueva York que llamaste la atención no solo de ella, sino del elenco de profesores completo de la Isla Génesis. Eres el mayor de todos los mutantes que han reunido, naturalmente eres considerado como el líder de campo para cuando el equipo ya reunido salga al mundo, aunque aún eres solo un candidato.

>De camino hacia la isla, el profesor Henry Richards te mostró y explicó el funcionamiento del Fénix 1, el jet sónico que usan para entrar y salir de la isla. Te explicó también como la isla está rodeada con un anillo de tormentas y olas feroces, su acceso por mar no es sencillo, por eso usan el jet.

>Las palabras científicas y técnicas del profesor peludo se pierden mientras sientes detrás de ti una feroz y depredadora mirada. Giras tu cabeza, ves ojos azules tan preciosos como peligrosos, podrías jurar que esa es la mirada que miran los ratones segundos antes de ser víctima de un gato que juega con su comida antes de devorarla. Ella sonríe con malicia, no solo eres el mayor con respecto a quienes serán tus compañeros tanto de clase como aventuras, también eres la única persona en el mundo cuya mente ella no puede leer, eso le crea una especie de fascinación contigo.

>...

>Llegaron a la isla, ¿La primera idea que tuvo Kinkross? Meterte en la sala de peligro para evaluar tus habilidades físicas. La sala de peligro resultó ser una especie de sala de entrenamiento ubicada en el sótano de la mansión de Edward Claremont, el director de la escuela y la isla en general. Tienen que pasar por pasillos estériles y casi que futuristas antes de ingresar en la sala de entrenamiento. Tú fuiste ingresado a una especie de coliseo gigante, también con la misma estética tecnologica y sofisticada que el exterior. Moira y Richards quedaron en una especie de área de monitoreo, dónde tienen vista completa de lo que ocurrirá a continuación.

Tu entorno cambia por completo de un segundo a otro. Ahora estás metido dentro de una habitación tan pequeña y sucia que incluso puedes llegar a olfatear el desagradable entorno como si fuera real, eso nunca te lo explicó el profesor peludo. El lugar es viejo como él solo, al final de la habitación ves un soldado de uniforme verde, pero parece inactivo por el momento.

Y sus voces desaparecieron tan abruptamente como llegaron, no hay ni rastro de ellos, deben de permanecer en la cabina desde la cual te observan y monitorean la simulación. El soldado frente a ti se puso en guardia finalmente, empujando su rifle, apuntandote.

Escuchaste el suspiro triste de la telepata, igual que el reclamo del peludo.

>>1892
--Solía preocuparme por el futuro de nosotros, los humanos con quirks. Si algún día surge una crisis energética, alguien como Cole Carbin iría directo a una planta de generación térmica para ser consumido con el máximo provecho. Pero ahora veo que eso es solo una fantasía--

Correspondió el comentario en torno al colisionador. Reed no era especialista en todos los temas posibles, se enfocaba en una sola área que dominaba por completo. Así que Cole no comprende el funcionamiento del colisionador, pero sí que siente curiosidad por él. Regresando su vista a la cabaña, Cole sintió varias cosas distintas. En parte, le recordaba a su infancia en Canadá, con todas las noches a calefacción que generó. Aunque, tratándose de una isla tropical, los arboles desentonaban con sus recuerdos. También sintió cierta extrañeza en cuanto se percató de que efectivamente era la fachada del colisionador y Richards no les estaba jugando una broma.

--En el futuro todos tendremos Colisionadores caseros, al punto que podríamos cargarlos detrás de cada coche. ¿No es cierto, Amelia?-- >>1895 Dijo con optimismo, aunque Cole también sabía que algo como eso era ligeramente imposible. El chico fuego se saltó la clausula de no contar demasiado sobre el futuro. --Me percaté de que todos en la isla tienen un gusto particular, lo respeto-- Moira y Richards eran excéntricos en su área, Cole lo comprendió y aceptó ingresar a la cabaña de ser necesario

Un pájaro cayó al suelo de forma vil y grafica. La escena había escalonado con Sophie resguardándose con el ruso y Richards sospechando con su gran olfato. Naturalmente uno de los primeros en actuar fue Max, que siguiendo su color, estaba bastante abstraído de la situación. Cole respondió. --Se refiere a enemigos, cabello sin fijador. Permanece observando los puntos ciegos de Amelia. Luego de decir, Cole observaría al payaso Lirilin, que luego de un pequeño acto, creó un rastreador. Cole no duda de la efectividad de dicho dispositivo, pero además de algo oler mal, para Cole algo apestaba a nivel patas de Richards. Cole comenzó a razonar. El ave cayó de frente, a vista de todos, y ello podría ser un indicativo a observar hacia adelante, un punto de atención.

--Entraré en la lista negra de la ecología si quemo otro bosque, actúa con precaución-- Le dijo hacia el enemigo invisible detrás. Cole se giró, expandiendo sus llamas hacia los lados para acaparar un área y proteger la espalda de los demás. La idea de Cole era que esto podía ser una emboscada. Que si bien era cierto que Lagrimitas podría encontrar al culpable, aún así, ello podría ser solo una carnada para un enemigo que no perdería la oportunidad de estar acechando aún más entre las sombras.

Pensé que tenía más que responder ayy ¿Por cierto, como se llama la especie? ¿Quirktantes? ¿Quirkies, quirklings? Hay que determinar un nombre para concentrar el racismo

1d100 = 22 Dados por si acaso

>Anna Sophie queda observando curiosa como es que el payaso Liririn levanta el cadáver incompleto de una de las criaturas nativas de la isla. A pesar de sus dudas y todavía, de sus llorosos ojos, se aproxima a las manotas de Niccolò y con su pequeña boca en forma de trompa, sopla, expectante.

>Pero toda esa expectativa se va al cuerno cuando el pájaro es revivido como una criatura grotesca y violenta, una que hace gritar de terror a la pequeña alemana antes de elevarse como en una suerte de nave espacial, disparando a diestra y siniestra.

Algo raro muestra el medidor de campos electromagnéticos... o para ser exactos, algo sumamente normal, y es que el detector registra señales completamente comunes de 0.5 microteslas y de 1 a 20 V/m... Teniendo en cuenta que están parados presuntamente en el corazón del estallido del PEM, las frecuencias registradas deberían ser más altas... es como si no hubiera existido ningún pulso electromagnético en primer lugar.

>El pájaro chilla por encima de sus cabezas en tono de alerta, fue el único que vió como Richards fue arrastrado rápidamente hacia los arbustos del frondoso bosque, ¡Están completamente solos! Y aunque las llamas generadas por Cole cubren un flanco importante, el sentimiento de estar expuestos y vulnerables no desaparece con facilidad. El pájaro vuelve a chillar en tono de alerta mientras ven como una sombra pesada y borrosa cae desde los árboles, directo hacia Alexei. Si el muchacho ruso no es lo suficientemente rápido, podría ser aplastado en el acto junto con la pequeña niña alemana aferrada a su cuerpo.

>De cualquier forma el enemigo está finalmente expuesto. Se alza frente a ustedes y alcanza casi los dos metros de altura, sino fuera por su postura salvaje qué lo hace encorvarse hacia el frente. Su físico es brutalmente atlético, como un depredador en su punto máximo. Sus hombros están rodeados por una melena rubia qué junto con su atuendo con colores cálidos, le dan el aspecto de un león parado en dos patas.

Al hablar pueden ver colmillos afilados como los de una bestia, sus uñas crecen asemejandose más a garras de un poderoso felino antes de saltar hacia quien tenga más cerca.

1 Cole
2 Niccolò
3 Amelia
4 Alexei
5 Anna Sophie

1d5 = 1

Sistema de combate: Lo más básico de lo básico, tiras un 1d100 de defensa (bloquear o esquivar) y un 1d100 de ataque. Como no estoy defendiendo ahora, tiro solo ataque.

A: 1d100 = 28

>>1903
>el payaso intentó animar a la pequeña
>pero solo la asustó más
>tras unas lecturas extrañaa, somos atacadoa
>ese sujeto gigante casi me aplasta

¡deja a la pequeña "cheburashka" en paz!

>debo protegerla como si fuera mi hermanita
>ella confia en mi
>de ser necesario recibiré cualquier golpe que pueda ir dirigido contra ella
>porque es lo que un старший брат hace
>ese sujero es muy grande y fuerte
>si controlo su ropa, simplemente la romperá
>pero tengo una idea
>controlare sus pestañas para irritarle los ojos
>nada es mas molesto que el que se te meta una pestaña en el ojo

⚔ 1d100 = 34
🛡 1d100 = 18

>>1902
>-En el futuro todos tendremos Colisionadores caseros, al punto que podríamos cargarlos detrás de cada coche. ¿No es cierto, Amelia?
Amelia: je....no...pero, nunca se sabe cuando alguien podria nacer con ese don, por algo se creo la ley de registro

Max: pero fueron unos hijos de puta, solo querían una foto de ti! no tomaron mi mejor Angulo, después de todo yo soy la razón de que te registres
> --Se refiere a enemigos, cabello sin fijador
Enemigos eh? JA!!! QUE VENGAN, NO NECESITO FIJADOR PARA DARLES DURO? ENTIENDES FOSFORO APAGADO?

yo digo que con mutantes y normales basta

>>1903

>De cualquier forma el enemigo está finalmente expuesto. Se alza frente a ustedes y alcanza casi los dos metros de altura, sino fuera por su postura salvaje qué lo hace encorvarse hacia el frente. Su físico es brutalmente atlético, como un depredador en su punto máximo. Sus hombros están rodeados por una melena rubia qué junto con su atuendo con colores cálidos, le dan el aspecto de un león parado en dos patas.
Amelia: fiiiiiiu....-decia la chica al ver al hombre formido y alto caer desde los arboles, claro, segura mente era un loco de mierda, pero de que estaba papi, lo estaba-

Max: ¿Eso es un enemigo? parece mas actor de peli porno

>Cachorros estúpidos, deberían saber que este es mi territorio, ¡el territorio de Savage!
Max: PFFFFFFFF , ¿ES ESE TU NOMBRE DE STRIPPER? JAJAJAJA, OK OK...MIRA VIEJO, SERA MEJOR QUE NO NOS JODAS, O TE VA A IR MAL -Decía Max de forma burlesca para luego poner una cara seria, estaba ansioso por que el tipo decida pelear, max quería irse a los golpes, todo lo contrario a Amelia-

Amelia: E-espera espera! no podemos pelear! no se pelear!!!

Max: haces ejercicio, calistenia, trotas y papi te pago clases de defensa personal, USA LO APRENDIDO!!!

Amelia: CARAJO MAX, ESTO ES SERIO!!!


>Al ver como el stripper fijo su mirada en la sexy monja, Max no dudo en actuar

Max: YA ES TARDE GORDA! SUJETATE!!

-Max tomo forma de lobo moviéndose lo mas rápido que pudo para ser de escudo para la monja-

Amelia: MIERDA MIERDA MIERDA MIERDA MIERDA, MAS DESPACIO!!!

ATK: 1d100 = 40
DEF: 1d100 = 10

>>1903
>>1903
Le da un potente escalosfrios, no por presenciar como su ofensa a la naturaleza sigue haciendo estragos con las otras aves, su columna vertebral tiembla con el vozarrón de Barracuda, no quiere ser malo pero le da ñañaras.

Una enorme disculpara tanto para la señorita A.S como para el maestro doctor Richards, a veces... No controlo mi "Clownforce"... No del todo... ¡Les prometo que quería hacer algo bueno! Pero a veces las cosas no salen como uno quiere que salga ¿Verdad? Decir la verdad no es ser grosera, señorita A.S ¡Puede decirla! Okay... No quiero que el ecosistema sea cambiado por mi, ya tengo suficiente con haber creado a los hombres pajaro.

Chasquea sus dedotes y el pajaro alien se esfuma con un PUFF sacado de una viñeta de comics y de vuelta caen los restos del pajarillo muerto, lo malo es que caen sobre la cabeza de Anna Sophie por lo que no ayuda nada a calmarla, Lagrimitas silba y se hace el loco como si no hubiese visto nanai paloma, eso si, el pajarillo alien chilla antes de ser desaparecido como a los 43, les advierte que vio algo pero era demasiado tarde por que Richards es llevado al bosque por las malas, el payasito mira a todos lados y se pone en modo alerta, por un momento siente miedo al estar solos y desamparados, tener miedo en estos momentos no ayuda de nada, solo hace que su Clownforce tienda a descontrolarse mas, por lo que traga saliva y trata de actuar con valentía, para olvidar que esta en una situación mala va a su lugar feliz y tambien se cuenta chistes en su mente para hacerse reír o algo...

De pronto aparece alguien mas, es el enemigo, que va en contra del ruso y la chica alemana, Lagrimitas pega un salto del susto por la abrupta aparición de ese sujeto salvaje que se hace llamar... Savage... La originalidad se fue de sabático, cariño ¡Como sea! Todos escuchan la amenaza que suelta Savage y si bien ambos son totalmente opuesto, es decir, Savage es todo un chad musculoso, gigante y con dientes afilados mientras que Lagrimitas es un enclenque, enano y gracioso payaso, este no tiene miedo de dar un paso al frente para señalar el rostro del villano con su dedote índice, encarando al violento león siendo un mini tejón de la miel ¡Chiquito pero picoso!'

Mientes con todos tus dientes, troglodita ¡Este no es tu territorio! ¡El bosque le pertenece a los animales! ¡A las criaturas del bosque! ¡Ellos nos defendera!

De detrás suya, de entre los arboles, aparece un grupo de animales de todo tipo, se ven demasiado tiernos, como si los hubiesen sacado de algún cuento de hadas ¡Lagrimitas los invoco! Para que luchen por el bello bosque.

Osito: Oh vaya, no se supone que deberíamos de estar aqui, aun no es navidad.

Venadita: Me hubiera gustado aparecer en un especial de navidad, que penaaaaaa.

Mapachito: No importa, chicos, alguien amenaza nuestro bosque, seguro quiere exterminar a nuestro salvador.

Castorcito: Es un chico muy grande y maloso, debemos de enseñarle algo de respeto.

Pajarito: Exterminémoslo... En el nombre de nuestro señor Lucifer ¡Hagamos un sacrificio para tener el poder de Satan!

¡Si! ¡Un sacrifico para- ¡¿Espera que?!

Conejito: A mi, a mi, quiero ser un sacrificio para el diablo.

Zorrito: Que alguien traiga la piedra de los sacrificios.

Puercoespínita: Salven a mi bebe, al hijo del señor de las tinieblas.

Zorrillito: Vamos a decapitar a ese chico malo y que alguien le orine en su garganta.

Ratoncito: Mejor saquémosle un ojo y que alguien co sida le orine en su cuenca para que muera lentamente.

Ardillita: ¡Yeiiiii! ¡Salve satán! ¡Salve satán!

¡Ahhhh! ¡Otra vez se salió de control!

La Clownforce hace de sus diabluras, y nunca mejor dicho, y entre todos los animalitos toman al conejito y traen una roca con un pentagrama para enterrarle una daga en su pecho, Lagrimitas no quiere ver esa barbarie por lo que hace aparecer una bola de hamster gigante como la de pic 4 y se mete en ella para defenderse mas que nada de su propia creación perversa, empieza a girar como un hamster para tratar de ayudar a A.S y meterla con él a su bola, lo mismo con Richards, todo mientras las criaturas del bosque se cubren de la sangre del conejito y sus ojos se vuelven rojos mismamente como la sangre, de repente empiezan a salir rayos láseres de sus ojos y de esta forma atacan a Savage entre todos con esos rayos láseres, lo mejor es que Savage no caiga en las manos de esas criaturas del bosque, de hecho Lagrimitas esta mas preocupado por Savage que por si mismo, quizás es un villano pero no quiere repetir un Roma y eso que lo de Roma fue peor que un par de animales psicópatas, aun así desea hacer las cosas bien y empieza a sospechar que su quirk se descontrolo por tener cierta inseguridad en si mismo, por un momento recuerda cuando le agarro la mano a Amelia o a la propia monja, eso elimino su inseguridad y miedos, el tacto de una mujer amable.

Daño: 1d100 = 96
Defensa: 1d100 = 47

Vale, no vuelvo a esperar tanto tiempo a Cole. Kekazo.

Al final sí necesito los dados de defensa 1d100 = 7

>>1904
>>1905
>Felizmente, la situación de peligro inmediato dió a Alexei la velocidad suficiente para saltar hacia el costado eludiendo por poco el aterrizaje del hombre-bestia. Un tigre siberiano puede llegar a pesar hasta 300 kilos, y este hombre es mucho más grande y masivo que el felino más grande del mundo, por lo que con toda seguridad ser aplastado por ese cuerpo significaría al menos un par de costillas rotas, con mucha suerte.

>Con la misma destreza de uno de esos animales salvajes, el hombre ha corrido hacia la pequeña asustada al identificarla como el eslabón más débil del equipo, la presa perfecta ante los ojos de un depredador. Lastimosamente para Salvaje ya le voy a decir así porque nombres en español >>>>, esos ojos pronto son cegados por sus propias pestañas, una sensación irritante le hace frenarse de golpe y tallarse los ojos sin éxito.

Víctima de su propia cólera, comenzó a lanzar zarpazos a diestra y siniestras esperando darle a uno de ustedes, pero no es carne lo que tocan sus garras, sino el tronco grueso de uno de los árboles del bosque. Miles de fragmentos filosos de madera salen volando cuando buena parte desaparece a consecuencia del zarpazo y el propio peso del árbol pronto hace que se incline y comience a caer... ¡justo al lugar donde Anna Sophie continua paralizada por el miedo! Si no hubiera sido por Max, quien se abalanzó en dirección a proteger a la pequeña niña alemana, con toda seguridad hubiera sido aplastada por el tronco. Max tiene la fuerza suficiente para haber soportado la mitad del árbol cayendo sobre sí mismo con tal de proteger a la niña, pero no para soportar el peso durante mucho más tiempo, además de que mientras esté así, Amelia por sí sola es vulnerable...



⚔️: 1d100 = 67

🛡: 1d100 = 28


>>1906
>La parcial ceguera de Salvaje, además de haberlo librado de la imagen del sacrificio del Conejito como parte de un ritual pagano, también lo dejó completamente vendido y expuesto para los ataques de los animalitos del bosque que el propio Lagrimita había convocado. No solo fueron rayos láser, oh, no, ellos se abalanzaron sobre el hombre salvaje y lo dejaron como Cristo de Ixtapalapa mientras que Lagrimita se aleja en su rueda buscando al profesor peludo.

Los gritos son desgarradores.

>El fuego que Cole ha dejado tras de ellos dificulta el paso de la bola de hamster, pero no es necesario cruzarlo pues un montón de pisadas sobre la tierra delatan no el secuestro, sino el posible escape del profesor peludo. Indican que tomó rumbo adentrandose al bosque lejos del camino principal, pero las huellas desaparecen al menos dos metros lejos del sendero de tierra.

Resulta que sin esperarlo, Lagrimita encerró consigo a Barracuda dentro de la bola de hamster, ahora están juntos lejos de la acción.

Si Lagrimita buscaba el tacto de una mujer gentil, lo que obtiene es todo lo contrario, tiene el "cariño de la calle", como Barracuda lo llamaría.

>Mientras tanto, Salvaje consigue ponerse en pie nuevamente frente a los animalitos del bosque, aunque sus heridas son notorias, su espíritu animal aún está intacto, sino es que amplificado al haber sido acorralado por las invocaciones del payaso.

Se ha abalanzado sobre los animalitos con la furia propia de un animal acorralado, con sus garras por delante como lo haría un león.

⚔️: 1d100 = 20

🛡: 1d100 = 86

>>1908
>Anne Sophie aún no esta fuera de peligro
>no solo eso, ahora Amelia tambien corre peligro
>un arbol se nos viene encima

Se que hacer. MAX, MAS TE VALE NO DESPERDICIAR ESTO

>intento fortalecer a Max para que pueda soportar el peso del árbol

1d100 = 53
1d100 = 86

Los animalitos del bosque no lo mantendrán ocupado para siempre, debemos usar su fuerza contra el mismo. Cuando nos hayamos librado del árbol, hay que tratar de usar su peso contra el mismo. Luché contra un oso una vez...bueno, era un cachorro, pero yo tenia 10 años, así que creo saber que hacer. Amenos que alguien tenga un mejor plan.

>>1908
Carbin Cain tiene ciertas dudas, respecto a como un enemigo es que ha ingresado a este terreno restringido, afirmando que es suyo desde hace mucho. Tal vez Claremont dejó pasar que tiene a alguien viviendo en sus instalaciones. Se trata de alguien con un quirk después de todo, y el terreno está hecho para personas de este tipo, no sería raro pensar que se coló con eso en cuenta. Luego de vigilar la retaguardia encontrando nada, Cole regresa la mirada al objetivo, encuentra que sus compañeros se encuentran en peligro. Él controla el impulso de salvarlos de inmediato, quemando los arboles o al propio enemigo. Siempre ha tenido este mismo inconveniente, al estar hecho de fuego, el intentar ayudar usualmente provoca demasiado daño colateral. De todas formas, Cole aviva su fuego interno para poder expulsarlo cuando sea el momento de hacerlo. Utilizando de combustible ramas de arbol que puede tocar con sus manos, y hojas del suelo que se acumulan por montones. Esto naturalmente genera mucho humo.

¡Alto! Aléjense de ahí, pequeños animales. ¿No tienen a una princesa que vestir para el mediodía? -- Consumido por el espíritu de los cuentos, o el quirk del payaso, Cole advierte con dramatismo.-- Es demasiado peligroso.

Después de todo, aunque hayan nacido de un quirk, siguen siendo formas de vida. Y Salvaje es demasiado brutal para perdonar a todos los que intentar ir contra él. La mayoría se encuentra actuando sin un plan y eso no es algo a lo que Cole esté acostumbrado a hacer. Es entonces que Cole anima a Max a su propia manera, para que los troncos que caigan sean un problema menor que el enemigo junto a ellos. --Eres mucho más resiliente que una corteza de árbol, bien hecho, negro pelo.--

--¡Escucha! Salvaje. Hombre Salvaje. Este es tu territorio, ¿no es así?. ¡Mira como lo destruyo sin piedad!-- Cole extendió los brazos y desvió el curso de su expulsión de fuego hacia los lados, quemando los arboles cercanos, especialmente del área en el que surgió el enemigo. Habló, con todo el afan de ofenderlo, aunque esto no le sea muy agradable a Cole --Señor Bestia, cuando termine de quemar tu territorio, ya no habrá ningún árbol para que ningún pajaro carpintero lo pique, o ninguna ardilla coloque sus nueces. ¡El fuego es una fuerza de la naturaleza incluso más grande!

El acto era vergonzoso, pero Cole tenía que hablar como un villano para llamar la atención de Salvaje. Después de todo, si el verdaderamente había venido a atacarlos por proteger su territorio, entonces no habría nada más que le haga enojar que Cole destruyéndolo. Naturalmente, al ser de fuego, Cole no puede proteger a los demás, tiene que ponerse en primer lugar de ataque. Y eso es precisamente muy bueno en contra de enemigos que utilizan zarpazos, pues, aunque a Cole lo ataquen con garras, este solo se recompondrá, mientras que el enemigo se quemará, es perfecto. Así que avivar la furia de Salvaje para que evite que dañe a sus amigos es el plan más inteligente.

--Ninguno podría derrotarlo solo, por eso, llamaré completamente su atención. Para que puedan encontrar la forma de salvarnos.-- Les dijo al resto, al payaso, a Alexei, a la chica del futuro, su ingenio combinado era vital para ganar.

⚔️: 1d100 = 48
🛡: 1d100 = 31

>>1908
Max: HIJO DE PERRA, NO PUEDES IR LANZANDOLE ARBOLES A LA GENTE, TE VAMOS A PATEAR EL CULO!!!!

Amelia: CALMATE MAX! CARAJO, ESE TIPO ES UN LOCO COMO LOS DE LAS NOTICIAS

MAX: NO ME CALMO NADA, ES EL O NOSOTROS, ASI QUE MUEVE TU CULO GORDO GORDA
>>1909
MAX: CALMESE SEÑORITA, DEJE TODO EN MANOS DE MAX Y LA GORDA

-Max aparta el árbol y se lo arroja al villano mientras ruge como bestia, Amelia siente el cambio de peso, se tambalea un poco, el incremento de masa de Max no la afecta, aunque aun no esta acostumbrada a que el crezca de la nada, pero el cabello tenia razón en algo, ese tipo era peligroso, así que tendrían que mínimo, inmovilizarlo-

Max: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QriPV_59gJc▾

Amelia: ¿Cual es el plan?

Max: corre hacia el! asi concentro todo en golpes

Amelia: ok, peor si muero, TE MATO!!!

-y así Amelia corre directamente hacia el loco maniático, claro, no va a estar desprotegida, Max da un salto, atacar desde el aire nuevamente, abriendo unas enormes fauces llenas de dientes puntiagudos, Amelia se aferra a el a su ves que se cubre de cualquier posible impacto de golpe del rival-

ATK 1d100 = 58
DEF 1d100 = 45

Bump

>>1908
¡LO ESTAMOS LOGRANDO, CHICOS! ¡VENCEREMOS!

¿Estamos, Kimosavi? Literalmente Cole >>1910 y Amelia >>1911 lo están haciendo todo mientras que el payasito anda dando vueltas en su rueda de hamster gigante, o maso menos tendiendo en cuenta que quien trajo a los animalitos del bosque fue él, claro, ellos no parecen conocer la palabra "aliados" teniendo en cuenta que el cadaver del conejillo se sigue retorciendo en el suelo ¡Detallitos! Los animalitos del bosque atacan en conjunto al "enemigo", todos no dejan de reír "inocentemente" mientras se cubren con la sangre de Salvaje, quien solo puede sentir rasguños y mordidas por todos lados, sin mencionar los rayos láseres satánicos, por su parte, Lagrimitas mueve sus manos de un lado al otro para llamar la atención de Cole y Amelia, en verdad esta preocupado de que puedan terminar peor que Salvaje, que para ese punto, era el cristo pero el puto cristo de Tapachula, Chiapas.'

¡AMIGOS, AMIGOS! ¡HUYAN DE AHI! ¡O NO SE LE ACERQUEN A ESAS CRIATURAS INFERNALES!

Osito: Luego de violar el trasero de este salvaje con una vara de acero oxidado ¿Que le quieren hacer al hombre llamas y a la mujer de pelo chistoso?

Castorcito: A la chica hay que sacarle los ojos con una cuchara.

Venadita: Sisisisi y luego le damos de comer sus propios ojos ¡Como helado!

Zorrito: Al llamitas hay que orinarle todos para apagarlo.

Ratoncito: Yo tengo la peste, seguro mi orina lo contagiara con la peste.

Ardillita: Yo quisiera introducirme en la cavidad anal de la mujer de pelo gracioso para poder salir de su boca.

Puercoespínita: Sueltas tu semilla cuando estés dentro de ella para que muera embarazada.

Mapachito: ¡Sera un double kill!

Todos: Yeiiiiiiiiiiii~

¡ENTREN A MI ESFERA, POR FAVOR! ¡N-NO QUIERO QUE SE REPITA OTRA ROMA! ¡NO ROMA!

Pone sus manos exageradamente grandes en los lados de su cabeza exageradamente pequeña y aprieta los dientes, una gota gorda de sudor recorre su frente ¡Debe hacer algo! Y lo intenta, el problema es que entre lo que hace Cole con su fuego y las huellas del profesor peludo, se termina confundiendo y en vez de tener a Amelia o al propio Cole dentro de su esfera, toca los pechos de alguien mas, si, los pechos y con eso siente algo raruno.

E-Esa voz...

Voltea lentamente como si estuviera en una peli de terror de los 50.

¡AHHHHHH!

Grita al toparse cara a cara con Barracuda y básicamente se le salen los ojos de las cuencas y su lengua de su boca como en el gif.

¡YO LOS SALVARE A TODOS! ¡YO LOS SALVAREEEEEEE!

No la deja terminar y Lagrimitas empieza a correr devuelta al rodeo, es como esos perros que les ponen un pedazo de carne delante para que corra, solo que en vez de carne, le ponen a un maldito Doberman gay detrás suya, al menos se arma de valor para pelear ya sea por el miedo que le tiene a Barracuda mas que a los animalitos y a Salvaje, obvio, esto hubiese pasado igual si en vez de Barracuda, seria Kinkross la que estuviera dentro de esa esfera pero nooooooooooo, cierto negrito me da probaditas de miel para luego quitármela ¡Por eso me lolmuero! Fuera de mi berrinche, Salvaje le regresa el ataque a los animalitos del bosque y supongamos que mata a un par de ellos con sus garras, sin embargo, el mas gordo de todos los animalitos encara a Salvaje a pesar de no llegarle ni a las rodillas, el osito regordete se mueve entre restos de sus amiguitos y con una sonrisa, señala a salvaje.

Osito: Decir groserías esta totalmente mal, nuestro señor satanás se va a comer tu lengua mientras ardes en las llamas del infierno ¡Es mas! ¿Por que te hacemos esperar, muchacho rudo? Te ayudaremos a ir con Lucifer.

Sus ojos se encienden en rojo sangre y de repente, Salvaje siente tanto calor que podría decirse que esta en llamas, no ¡De hecho lo esta! Se prende fuego repentinamente pero no se parece al fuego de Cole, son llamas que queman hasta los huesos ¡Es el fuego del infierno! No obstante, la accion del osito no es mi ataque, es solo una distracción ya que Lagrimitas reaparece entre las llamas de Cole y el osito, solo que su esfera de hamster se volvió en un torpedo con brazos y ojos enojados, el cual se trata de estampar en seco contra Salvaje ¡Nadie parece hacer un daño real! ¡Todo recae en las manotas del payaso! ¡¿Podrá resurgir como un héroe?! ¡Boooooom!

>>1908
>>1913
N-No se vale por que tiro un tal australiano y no topo a ese wey... Je

1d100 = 20 1d100 = 11

>Gotas gordas de sudor comienzan a rodar por la mejilla de Salvaje, éste las nota confundido pues tiene la resistencia suficiente para luchar durante horas sin apenas sentirse fatigado. No es hasta que una de esas saladas gotas cae al suelo que el villano presta atención a su alrededor, topandose con un escenario de infierno; el fuego consumiendo gran parte del bosque mientras los animales nativos escapan de la escena. Los más rápido consiguen irse, pero los que no son consumidos por las llamas ante los ojos aterrorizados de su depredador natural.

Se impulsa hacia Cole corriendo en cuatro patas como haría cualquier bestia salvaje. Sin embargo, el hombre es embestido por el cabello de Amelia, sacando a Cole de su trayectoria en el acto. Salvaje rueda por el piso pero rápidamente se levanta, su fuerza animal es capaz de sostener las fauses de Max evitando que se cierren sobre él. Amelia lo escucha gruñir furioso como un animal en toda regla. Los constantes ataques provenientes de los animalitos del bosque se tratarían de una buena noticia para Amelia, pues el cuerpo de Salvaje está sometido ya de por sí a una tensión significativa, como para todavía aguantar disparos de los animalitos.

Salvaje, haciendo gala de su furia y brutalidad toma al zorrito por el cuello y lo arroja hacia las fuases imperdonables de Max, dejando que se cierren en el acto para triturar al animal que ante los ojos del villano, no es más que una aberración antinatural.

>La venadita es la siguiente en pagar el precio brutal por su mera existencia. La toma del cuello también y la usa para disparar rayos láser a Cole, solo para acto seguido arrojarla hacia él, haciendo que esta vez el animal muera consumido lentamente por las llamas de Cole mientras se retuerce en el piso.

Su cuerpo es consumido por el fuego infernal, o al menos eso cree él. Pero incluso con todo el ardor de las llamas sobre sí, consumiendo su carne y sus huesos, Salvaje no se rinde, no se deja caer al piso como lo haría cualquier animal sabiendo que está en sus últimos momentos. Salvaje enfrenta al osito con poco más que sus garras, sus dientes y su puro instinto animal. Consigue una abertura significante en el abdomen del oso, sus tripas ahora están expuestas solo para que después el hombre bestia comience a comérselas. Poco más que una distracción para Salvaje, cuando se gira hacia el enfrentamiento ya es tarde, el torpedo lo alcanza y crea una explosión qué hace que la tierra se sacuda y los árboles se estremezcan igual que todos los presentes.

>Barracuda y Niccolò quedan tendidos en el piso, probablemente inconscientes, seguramente desorientados después de lo que acaba de suceder. Parece que la pelea ha terminado a juzgar por la relativa tranquilidad después de la tormenta.

Y de repente, el cuerpo de Salvaje cae al suelo nuevamente desde las alturas como Vegeta en la saga Sayayin cuando todos creían que habían triunfado. Un gruñido débil emana del cuerpo del hombre, quién comienza a levantarse lenta y torpemente con sus ojos inyectados en sangre y su cuerpo con heridas significativas a la vista y huesos expuestos gracias a la carne desgarrada.

Una segunda sorpresa: el profesor peludo bajando de los árboles con la gracia y destreza de un simio, hasta aterrizar en el centro de la escena para tranquilizar a todo el mundo.

Cansado y tambaleando, Warren, Salvaje ha levantado su mano para hablar.

El nuevo profesor de la isla se ha dejado caer frente a todos. Expone su espalda, con los huesos de su médula espinal expuestos.

De hecho sí. Se giran hacia donde proviene el hedor, observan a Anna Marie sobre un charco de color dorado, mientras llora en silencio paralizada por todo el miedo que siente dentro de ella.

<Dr Richards
Oh, Jesús...

>>1915
Pobre cheburashka, ¿¡era necesario asustarla tanto!? Y todo para una prueba...a mi no me miren, yo solo le provoqué molestias e intenté ayudar a Max, enójense con el chico de fuego y la payasa rara.

>se que creíamos estar en una situación de vida o muerte...¿¡pero era necesario asustar así a mi hermamita de otra madre!?
>pobrecita, la traumaron
>si algún dia tengo una hija ó nieta, la llamaré Sasha, y me aseguraré de que ella salga bien
>¿que podría salir mal?
>pero este es el ahora

Y bien, ¿que procede ahora, Dr. Richards? Algo se tiene que hacer respecto a Anne Marie, pobrecita...

>>1839
>Nombre
Melpomeni Thanopoulos

>Particularidad
"Reordenar"
Esta particularidad le permite reordenar las cosas con las que entra en contacto, permitiendo de este modo cambiar la forma de las cosas que toca, directamente destruyéndolas o pudiendo cambiar sus características físicas, como hacer que el aire que toca genere una pistola y cosas de ese estilo.

>Edad
16 años

>Nacionalidad
Grecia

>Trasfondo
Melpomeni o “Meni” para los amigos, nació en las afueras de una pequeña ciudad de Grecia, donde además de estudiar realizaba labores del hogar, y ayudaba en las plantaciones de su familia, siempre fue considerada una niña rebelde pero que nunca exageraba hasta el punto de sacar de quicio a sus padres, una típica adolescente de los años 70s y aunque hubiera peleas ya que defendía los derechos de las mujeres y la dura lucha feminista en la ortodoxa Grecia, sus padres le apreciaban mucho.
Siendo parte de las personas que escuchaban rock, punk pop, le gustaba andar con personas de gustos similares, reuniéndose para hacer de las suyas con otros jóvenes de su edad luego de la preparatoria, pero aproximadamente a los 14 años luego de desarrollarse, durante una pelea con su hermana esta la hiere levemente usando su particularidad, Meni entra en pánico y le hace prometer que no le contara a nadie.
Obviamente su hermana no le hace caso, y les cuenta a sus padres, los cuales sienten algo de temor por la niña, pero sobre todas las cosas era su hija, por lo que mantienen el secreto de todos, pero obligan a Meni a prometer que no le diría a nadie y lo mostraría a ninguna persona.
Por desgracia, luego de múltiples incidentes donde la chica no puede controlar sus poderes, y sus padres reciben una carta de Claremont, lo que les convence de mandarla para que “Aprenda a controlar” dichos poderes, esta pataleo, lloro y pidió que no se la llevaran pero fue todo en vano, a la final llego a la isla donde se encuentra hasta el día de hoy.

>Aspiraciones
-Regresar con sus padres.
-Escapar de la isla.
-Conocer a Elton John, AC/DC, David Bowie, etc.
-Controlar sus poderes a la perfección.

>>1915
CHU CHU HIJO DE LA MADRE TIERRA!!!

Es lo que exclama justamente cuando impacta en contra de Salvaje luego de que asesinara a un par de animalitos del bosque, de los cuales algunos escaparon al propio bosque ¿Eso traerá consecuencias malas en el futuro o no? Quien sabe, de lo único que estoy seguro es que Salvaje no se volverá a meter con ellos otra vez, ya que el payasito provoca una explosion que no solo destruye su torpedo, sino que los manda a volar y derrumba todo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPiR1Y0s4mo▾

No se percata de como carajos llego al piso entre escombro pero ahi estaba, con la mirada perdida y teniendo uno que otro espasmos, se sentía comp cuando mandan a la lona a Rocky Balboa, todo daba vueltas, de repente empieza a sufrir un ataque de tos por el polvo que levanto, poco a poco se levanta pero mas desorientado que una chinita en un bosque, su cabeza esta tan hecha un lio que le pierde el miedo de hablar con esa Barracuda.'

Cof... Cof... ¿Ganamos? ¿Soy un héroe...?

No habia terminado, Salvaje todavía quiere mas a pesar de que se ve jodido y con huesos casi que expuestos, sin embargo, todavía quería seguir peleando pero Lagrimitas estaba mas "off" que nada, nunca habia usado sus poderes para combatir a alguien, siempre los usaba para hacer reír, para animar gente triste, jamás intento hacerse el héroe, solo un alivio cómico pero ahora que los empleo para esto, debe admitir que se sintio algo bien...

Esto debe ser una broma...

Irónico dicho por un payasete.

Pero no, pone una cara de cansancio cuando llega el maestro azulado y detiene la pelea, soltando una nueva bomba pero que no chamusca a nadie, solo les dice que Salvaje en realidad tiene nombre, Warren Ennison, y que es un ¡¿Profesor?! Lagrimitas esta que no se la cree, siente una mezcla de shock, vergüenza, furia e incredulidad, sus sentimientos suelen ser muy simples por lo que no esta acostumbrado a tantas cosas dentro de su coco.

Lo... ¡L-Lo siento, señor Ennison! No quería hacerle tanto daño ¡Pensaba que era alguien malo! E-Espero que no se tome a mal mis acciones ¿M-Me escucha? Ay... ¡L-Luego le regalare un perrito hecho de globo!

Le exclama al tal Warren mientras se va mostrando que su parte trasera estaba incluso peor que la delantera, eso hace sentir muy mal al payasito de estilo Pierrot, este se rasca la nuca, avergonzado por lo que le hizo a él...

Fue todo mi culpa, señor doctor Richards, todo lo que toco... Lo destruyo... Yo no puedo controlarme... Quisiera controlarme... Pero no puedo... Necesit ayuda, señor doctor, necesito ayuda, no quiero herir a nadie...

Baja la mirada, en sus ojos negros se nota una gran tristeza aunque en su mente es mas que eso, es un boom de cosas, de sentimientos, de pensamientos, ve sus enormes manos anchas, se pregunta miles de cosas ¿Para que nací? ¿Esto es un castigo generacional? ¿Que estoy pagando? No lo sabe, lo único que sabe es que es un monstruo, se siente como Lisa cuando la visten del estado de Florida o como Oppenheimer tras arrojar la bomba atómica, el detalle es que él mismo se siente la bomba atómica y Oppenheimer al mismo tiempo, no puede mantener el positivismo y la buena fe luego de haber casi matado a un maestro, se siente mal, muy mal, un lado de su mente le pide que acepte quien es, que es una bestia con piel humana, un ser nacido para matar como Ed Gein o Dahmer, mientras que otras vocecillas vestidas de ángeles le piden aferrarse a su "fe", a lo poco que tiene y no caer en la penumbra ¡El bien y el mal! Luchando nuevamente dentro del subconsciente de Lagrimitas, quien de reojo ve como Anna Sophie anda toda meada y gracias a ello deja a un lado sus ideas para señalarla y decir:

¿Por que la amiga A.S esta bañada en jugo de piña? ¡¿Hay jugo de piña?! Tengo sed...

Pregunta inocentemente.

>>1915
--¡Está claro que es matar o morir! ¡Él o nosotros! Black, apresúrate y quítale la cabeza de una mordida. No la tragues de inmediato, me encargaré de incinerarla. No sabemos si este tipo de mutantes pueden sobrevivir a algo así o no. ¡Desde luego tengo mis sospechas de que yo puedo!-- Actuando con liderazgo, Cole brindó un análisis preciso y un protocolo quizá demasiado violento para la situación. Indicó con palabras frías y una emoción de supervivencia a flor de piel. --Mientras tanto, tú, chico ruso, te encargarás de destejer las fibras de su cuerpo. Sé que puede ser duro, ¡pero tendrás que soportarlo! Tal vez esa visión te persiga el resto de tus días y no puedas usar tu don por el trauma, ¡pero tendrás que hacerlo! Si quieres respirar un día más.

Por lo menos, el payaso ya estaba haciendo lo suyo, aunque tendría que hacerle un funeral a sus animales, entre los que mata Salvaje o los que termina quemando Cole. Pero todo entra dentro de un marco de daño colateral, así que no parece que Cole fuera a ser desterrado. En fin, que lo importante era acabar con el enemigo. Cole se preparaba para iniciar con otra nueva ronda de llamaradas que sobrefatiguen la regeneración del Señor Bestia hasta que es interrumpido --Llamó a su esposa mona azul, elimínemosla. Que- ¡¿Dr. Richards?!-- Interrumpiendo toda violencia, como autoridad ingresando a mitad de un linchamiento tercermundista, Cole apaga sus llamas

Desde ese momento Cole solo puede limitarse a observar, como cansado y debilitado el tal Warren se presenta como otro profesor. Aunque Cole tiene sus dudas, porque en absoluto no fue mencionado por nadie a su llegada aquí. Lo expresa directamente --Su nombre es Warren y eso incluye War, que significa guerra... Y parece que es decendiente de Enni, que suena a nombre de bruja. Realmente... podemos confiar en él.-- Preguntó, medio justificando su comportamiento en las apariencias. Aunque es justamente las apariencias las que determinaron la vida de Cole. No puede evitar sentir que tuvo un trago de su propia medicina.

--Ugh. Demasiada materia organica, no puedo ver más.-- Se cubrió los ojos, o los lentes, la cabeza con los brazos en respuesta al aspecto de la espalda del señor Bestia. Si Cole ya tenía un problema con el aspecto desaliñado y salvaje del maestro, el ver el estado tan herido de su espalda le causó directamente rechazo.

--Yo, bueno, es cierto... Una de las razones por las que acepté el viaje fue para causar menos destrozos...-- Cole se llevó una mano al rostro pensando en lo que dijo el doctor, hasta que sintió el mismo olor ahogado del pasto y la orina. --Anna Marie, por favor controla tu vejiga para que podamos analizar la situación debidamente.-- Le dijo, aún abstraido en la lectura general de lo acontecido

>>1916
--Es correcto, yo asumiré la responsabilidad por los daños al terreno y también la salud mental de Anna Marie-- Escuchando las palabras del ruso, Cole dio un paso al frente. Era un mal habito, el colocarse en el ojo de la tormenta para aceptar todos los castigos. Pero por su naturaleza no podía evitar hacerlo. --Mi don de fuego fue el más destructivo, y con mis palabras casi que la obligué a orinarse como medio de distracción para alejar a Salvaje. Así que no hay otra verdad.--

>>1918
El payaso Lagrimitas parecía pasar por una epifanía en medio de su cabeza, con cientos de similes a los que recurre su cabeza para evitar confrontar la verdad y todo lo que decía correspondía a ello. Cole observó de lejos, como finalmente parecía que el payaso dejaba de lado su voz juguetona y fingida para comentar con un tono serio y real. El chico de fuego no pudo evitar pensar que finalmente estaba conociendo al verdadero payaso detrás del maquillaje, uno triste y que se temía a sí mismo por cualquier suceso-- Claro, y es porque llora demasiado que su nombre es lagrimita-- Dijo lo último en voz alta, como si hubiera resuelto la última palabra del crucigrama

--Payaso Lagrimitas, parece que nuestro grupo ha fallado rotundamente. Así que necesitamos algo de motivación... Será la primera vez que te lo pida el día de hoy. ¿Puedes realizar un truco de magia para que olvidemos lo sucedido y distraer a todos para darle el valor a Anna Marie de cambiar su falda orinada en el bosque?-- Solicitó con un tono ligeramente deprimido. Intentó arreglarlo de inmediato --Si lo haces bien, tal vez pueda surgirme una boca con la cual podré carcajear--

>>1918
>>1916
>>1919
>Richards se vió metido en un gran aprieto en cuanto confesó sus verdaderas intenciones al haberlos guiado hacia aquella prueba. Por un lado tenía al profesor Warren en el suelo con heridas importantes y sus huesos expuestos entre la carne viva. Por el otro Anna Sophie ya había empezado a llorar y a buscar los brazos de Alexei, abrazándose fuertemente al cuerpo de quien considera su hermano mayor en la isla, incluso si eso significa llenar su pantalón de meados en el proceso. Luego está el tema de Niccolò haciendo preguntas existenciales y notándose afectado por el entrenamiento. Richards solo atina a mostrar los dientes en una expresión "la he cagado" antes de abrazar a Niccolò con sus grandes manos y apretarlo contra su peludo cuerpo.

...

>Y así fue como se pusieron en marcha conduciendo de vuelta a casa en los mismos jeeps en los que habían llegado. Richards les dijo que nunca hubo pulso electromagnético, todo lo actuaron dentro de la sala de mando solo para atraerlos hacia el bosque para la prueba. Es por eso que el detector de Lagrimita nunca pudo percibir nada fuera de lo usual. Lo de los pájaros muertos si fue cosa de Warren.

Salvaje va en la zona de carga de uno de los jeeps. Ahora que lo ven recostado pueden darse cuenta de lo masiva de su anatomía, mide mínimo dos metros, y pesa tanto como un tigre siberiano. Anda lamiendo sus heridas, las cuales lentamente van cerrándose a causa de su segunda mutación.

Nadie se ha querido sentar cerca de Anna Sophie, así que la pusieron en la misma zona donde ahora el imponente animal descansa recostado. Ella se ve aún temerosa.

>Los jeeps se abren paso en la oscuridad de la noche hasta llegar a la casa, donde Claremont y la hermana Salvación junto con el mayordomo Joe ya los esperan fuera de la imponente escuela con los brazos abiertos y una bandeja de pizza en las manos del mayordomo. Los jeeps se han estacionado cerca de la entrada, todos los presentes en la escuela se aproximan a los autos.

Responde nervioso, cosa que es fácilmente detectada por los poderes empaticos de Claremont, junto con el miedo de la niña alemana y las dudas del joven payaso.

>María Salvación de inmediato ayuda a bajar a Niccolo del auto y le abraza al tenerlo frente a él.

Richards ayuda a bajar a Alexei y le da un par de palmadas en la espalda.

Por otro lado, Claremont ha ido hacia Cole, cuyo fuego ilumina toda la escena una vez que la luz de los autos se apaga.

<Claremont
¿Y bien? ¿Qué tal les fue?

>>1920
>la pequeña Cheburashka me busca para consolarla
>le acaricio el cabello mientras ella moja mis pantalones

Tranquila, yo te protegeré, todo estará bien, nada que un baño y la lavadora comunitaria no arreglen

>esto de ser un hermano mayor no está mal
>sobre todo si la puedo alejar del fascismo en el proceso
>la seguiré consolando en el camino

...

>el doctor me pide que ayude a la niña

No hace falta pedirmelo

>me aseguro de que ella vaya al sanitario a terminar sus asuntos
>después tal vez tenga que darle un baño
>a mí también me vendría bien
>por supuesto, no pienso aprovecharme de ella
>no soy ese tipo de..."hombre", si se les puede llamar así a los que se sienten atraídos por las niñas pequeñas
>ya tengo mis ojos en otro premio Amelia, si no se lolmurió. La Dra. Kinkross, si sí
>y si no puede dormir, tendré que contarle un cuento
>ya sé cuál: el osito Misha contra baba-yaga
>me se ese cortometraje de memoria y debería poder contarlo a modo de cuento

>>1919
Es una buena teoría la de Cole sobre el sobrenombre de payasito de Lagrimitas, es una pena que no le haya podido escuchar por estar metido en sus pensamientos, al menos su voz lo hizo despejarse un poco y reaccionar.

¿Eh? ¡¿Es orina?!

Si, apenas se daba cuenta.

Bueno... Primero que nada ¡Muchas fantastigracias, señor amigo Cole! Me alegra que me considere como parte de su entretenimiento ¡No voy a fallarles! Yo... Yo... ¡Yo nací para hacer reír a todo el mundo! ¡Asi es!

Pone su mano en >>1920 la cara de Anna Sophie y le agarra su nariz apretándola ligeramente para después hacer como si se la estuviese arrancando, claro, Anna Sophie no siente nada ni mucho menos dolor o algo así.

¡Tengo tu nariz! ¡Tengo tu naricitaaaaaaa~!

Le enseña su puño a los presentes y... Tiene una nariz, realmente tiene una nariz en su palma, no es su pulgar como en cualquier truco trucho de quitarle la nariz a un niño... Literal tiene una nariz y no una nariz cualquiera, la nariz de Anna Sophie, es la condenada nariz de Anna Sophie, de hecho si voltean verán que la chica carece de una protuberancia en el rostro, por arriba de sus labios esta plano, se parece al hijoperra Voldemort, como si ella hubiera nacido con esa enfermedad que te quita la nariz, lo curioso es que no le duele ni le incomoda, incluso ni le dificulta respirar, es como si su nariz y pulmones estuvieran conectados con Bluetooth ya que ni siente que no tiene la nariz pero en lo estético se nota, como sea, Lagrimitas se quita su propia nariz y se pone la de Anna Sophie tuneando su cara como ese juego que tenie el Windows y que siempre jugabas cuando no se tenia internet.

¡TADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Realiza una pose juguetona y se escucha un https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BE553dM-YtI▾ acompañado por confeti que cae desde la espalda del payaso hacia todos ¡Espera reacciones! A ver si les gusto su truco o no...

>>1920
Fuera de que la haya cagado otra vez espantando mas a Anna Sophie o no, le regresa su nariz con un chasqueo de dos y de la nada es abrazado por un tapete azulado o al menos Lagrimitas siente como si estuviera encima de un tapete, se siente bien, claro, no es como que te abrace una fémina pero lo bueno que tiene el profesor es que esta bien peludo, Niccolò cierra los ojos y pone una cara de gustillo tremenda, como si fuese un gatito al que le acarician una oreja, solo le falta ronronear, pero se pone algo nervioso por la atención que recibe así que tímidamente agradece desde el corazon sin decir mucho, nunca habia recibido empatía y se siente raro pero genial.

G-Gracias... Yo le ayudo...

Acaricia al maestro en su cuello y se le restriega para disfrutar mas esa sensación de peludez ¡De regreso a casa! En el camino, el payasito no estaba muy atendo a la charla dentro de la Jeep, tenia la cara viendo el paisaje, viendo las playas, la selva, la arena blanca y las nubes, sigue un poquito tocado por lo de antes, no TANTO pero su mente anda en otro rollo, al menos hasta que Richards revela que Moira lo puso a estudiar y este comenta:

Yo me se un chiste de administración de empresas... En administración de empresas aprendes a liderar equipos… ¡Siempre y cuando alguien más haga el trabajo!

Bromita ¿Le agradara a Warren? Espera, no quiere que le odie o le tenga rencor por lo que le hizo ¡Llegan a casa! Baja de las jeep con su estilo de andar netamente cómico, el profesor Claremont les pregunta como les fue y Niccolò solo sonríe nerviosamente como diciendo "no muy bien", en eso siente un nuevo abrazo, ahora el de la hermana Salvación, esto lo pone levemente sonrojado pero sonríe, aunque se avergüenza cuando toca el temita del Salvaje, antes de responder, le regresa el abrazo a la mujer de Dios como si fuera su hijo, que por lo enano que esta, no esta muy alejado de la realidad, lo que sea, Niccolò disfruta del cariño de la monja hasta que dice...

N-No... Estoy excelente... Creo que quien quedo lastimado fue el señor profesor Warren... A-Alguien debería de curar sus heridas ¿No le parece?

Silencio para tomar el aire profundamente.

Tengo... Una pequeña preguntita...

Silencio dramático-

Usted... ¿Usted cree que alguien pudo haber nacido malo por naturaleza?

Levanta la mirada pero en vez de ver a Salvación y al resto de nuevos amigos y maestros, ve mas payasos o al menos ve a los presentes pero en versiones payaso como cuando Homero tiene ganas de entrar a la escuela de payasos.

Dichas versiones payaso de todos gritan al unisono.

Todos: ¡DESTRUYELOS A TODOS, NICCOLO, DESTRUYELOS A TODOS!

Traga saliva, ladea la cabeza para eliminar esa alucinación de su cabeza, es muy parecida a la que paso en Roma pero no, no puede permitir que la isla Genesis termine como esa ciudad, este es su nuevo hogar, con gente que lo trata bien... Cole, Amelia, Alexei, la hermana Salvación, el señor Richard, el profesor Claremont... No puede fallarles, a ellos no... Esta claro cual es su objetivo, su meta... Poder aprender a controlar la clown force.

Únete a villanos, primer y único aviso

>>1921
>El profesor peludo los alienta a irse y tú y la pequeña niña alemana son los primeros que ingresan a la gran casa. Ella aún hace puchero, aunque ha dejado de llorar hace un buen rato gracias al acto que Niccolò hacía para animarla, ahora se ve de mejor humor y lo estaría todavía más si no estuviera meada.

Se gira para ver a su hermano ruso, y le dedica una sonrisa tenue casi imperceptible. Le ha agradado la idea de tomar un baño, quizás tenga la fuerza suficiente para darte una sonrisa mucho más amplia cuando salga de éste.

Busca entre su ropita y al sentir la pieza circular metálica, la alza para mostrártela: una medalla circular de acero con la esvastica nazi grabada en el centro. A ésta la acompaña la leyenda "ein volk, ein reich, ein führer". "Un pueblo, un imperio, un lider", si Alexei sabe lo básico de aleman. Al reverso, la cabeza de un dragón furioso con sus fauses abiertas de par en par.

A pesar de lo que te muestra, posee una sonrisa inocente en su semblante todavía.

>>1923
>parece que su familia intenta volverla fascista al punto de decirle que abrace un símbolo del régimen
>ella no está lista para procesarlo aún

Bueno...en mi patria usamos una hoz y un martillo, representan el trabajo de obreros y campesinos. Aunque los dragones son muy fuertes, no son rivales para el invierno de la madre Rusia.

>al menos ella está un poco más alegre
>en parte gracias al payaso
>eso es bueno
>se sentirá mejor después del baño
>aunque me preocupa el adoctrinamiento que le dan sus padres
>en la madre Rusia no hacemos esas cosas kek
>nos enseñan que el capitalismo es un mal a ser erradicado y que siempre podemos confiar en el partido
>algo completamente diferente a lo que le enseñaron a esta niña
>si, totalmente diferente
>si puedo cuidar de ella, debería poder cuidar también de mi mismo
>sobre todo si mis padres aún me tienen miedo
>y tal vez pueda sacarle un poco de provecho al capitalismo, si lo que dijeron Max y Amelia sobre la caída de la unión es cierta

Por cierto, ¿Te suena de algo la palabra "Stalingrado"? Si no...te lo contaré cuando crezcas

>Por ahora, debo seguir con cautela
>al menos no le dijeron que los rusos somos monstruos o algo así
>si nos llevamos bien, eso la alejará del fascismo
>aunque debería buscarle otra cosa que abrazar
>ya pensaré en algo
>si tan solo tuviera un peluche del osito Misha ahora mismo...
>bueno, antes se bañe antes se terminará de sentir mejor
>pero me aseguraré de no incomodarla

>>1922
>Casi pareciera que la monja fuera a romperte en dos con el pedazo abrazo que te da. Se detiene solo hasta que escucha sus huesos crujir y, después de oírte va hacia la parte de atrás del jeep, donde está Salvaje, aunque una vez recompuesto de sus heridas, lo ven con una pata alzada mientras lame su entrepierna como lo haría cualquier gato doméstico. Salvación se sorprende al verlo y aunque Warren lleva el traje completo aún puesto, María no puede evitar llevarse las manos a los ojos.

María termina pasando sus manos en el lomo de animal. Aunque es imperceptible para todos los presentes, los poderes sanadores de la monja han comenzado a hacer efecto, acelerando el proceso de sanación del animal mientras que ella escucha tus dudas y al terminar, se gira hacia ti. Esa mujer parece irradiar una luz propia desde su hábito blanco. Su mirada compasiva y cálida se posa sobre ti, sientes un mar de misericordia venirse sobre ti y aplastarte el corazón en el acto. Ella da un paso adelante para posar su mano sobre tu mejilla.

Te dedica una sonrisa sincera en ese rostro maternal tallado por las manos más gentiles y puras que puedan haber existido, esa cara bondadosa es sin duda la prueba máxima de existencia del Dios amoroso al que Salvación se aferra.

Warren interrumpe con un sonoro bostezo.

<Warren
Muy lindo, hermana. Si me disculpan tengo que ir a preparar el reporte sobre nuestro primer entrenamiento... se viene una nochecita...

¿Hay cupo?

>>1926
Sí, negro.

>Nombre
Liu Khang

>Particularidad
Epicentro magnético.

Básicamente atrae cosas hacia sí mismo y tiene un montón de armas. Un Pain del chino. Todo lo que lanza es un boomerang, su gorro es casi irrompible.

>Edad
Entre 15 hasta 20, no más, no menos...

>Nacionalidad
https://youtu.be/riT4nl0T8_M▾

>Sexo
Contigo siempre, bebé...

>Trasfondo

Te la meto sin pretexto, te falta calle, Kayako. La verdad quisiera pensarlo inrol... Pero por ahora digamos que un comerciante, o hijo de comerciantes, el cual ganó mucho enemigos por ayudarles a estafar a la gente a diestra y siniestra.

>Aspiraciones
Sobrevivir y que nadie sepa su verdadero nombre y por tanto lo puedan enfriar por jugarle mucho al estafador.

>>1925
No es posible romper al payaso estilo Pierrot ya que este se dobla con el abrazo como si estuviere hecho de plástico o fuera un globo de estos largos, eso si, no quita que sus huesos crujan y que suelte un gemidito de dolor, a lo Goku cuando esta herido, luego del cariñito que es bien recibido por Niccolò, van a "encarar" a Salvaje pero lo encuentran limpiándose su parte intima con la lengua, sorprendiendo tanto a la monja como al propio Lagrimita.

¡No delante de las señoritas!

Aparece una pistola de agua entre sus manos y moja a Salvaje para que detenga de realizar esos actos impúdicos.

¿N-No seria mejor meterse en el océano? Estamos rodeados de este...

Suspira, si bien tambien esta escandalizado, no se siente con el derecho de criticar luego de haberlo casi matado, mejor deja pasar su cochinada, y gira la mirada a otro lado mientras acaba, lo bueno es que tienen a la monjita de su lado, no solo por que puede curar heridas tan graves como huesos salidos, sino también por que puede apaciguar la mente, al menos Lagrimitas se siente menos inquieto cuando es iluminado por el cálido resplandor del habito de la hermana, en el rostro del payasito se pinta una leve sonrisa, pequeña pero significativa, su corazon es apabullado por un montón de sentimientos y todos positivos, sin embargo, entre toda esa misericordia, no deja de existir la duda, el miedo y la penumbra, como cuando Jesus fue tentado por el diablo durante esos 40 días y 40 noches en el desierto, de hecho Niccolò recuerda haber visto una pintura de eso en Rusia, era hermosa, y esa expresión de Cristo se le quedo grabada... Así se sentía en la vida... Se sentía totalmente identificado por esa imagen de nuestro señor y ahora, delante de la hermana, entiende el significado de esa obra de arte, entiende cual debe ser su motivación, entiende que su camino a penas comienza, que todo lo que vivió fue un prologo y que ahora empezaba su verdadera historia, Lagrimitas cierra los ojos como gatito al que acarician y toma mucha aire.

Pero... Pero... Pero no me siento una victima... Me siento un victimario... Se que crecí en un lugar poco apropiado para un niño pero nunca deje que eso me definiera... Jamas me gusto verme como un huerfano sucio y sin modales, yo no quería ser eso... No quiero culpar a mi entorno, no quiero culpar a nadie de quien soy... Tomo la responsabilidad de cada uno de mis actos, buenos y malos, yo soy responsable, no quiero huir tambien de eso, no quiero seguir huyendo... Enfrentare a lo que vive dentro de mi, esto no es una maldición, es un don como dice, es un don que Dios me dio... Aunque me duela y me lastime, no dejare que la maldad gane, jamás ganara...

Le entran unas ganas de hincarse delante de Salvación y venerarla como una santa mas pero se contiene, tan solo baja la cabeza para demostrarle su agradecimiento, aunque la idea de "canonizarla" no sale de su cabezota.

Muchas gracias, señorita hermana Salvación, tampoco voy a abandonarla a usted, a mis nuevos compañeros, a los profesores y a cada mutante de esta isla y del planeta Tierra, yo vine a este mundo para cosas grandes y es lo que hare, cosas grandes... Voy a aprender todo lo que pueda de cada uno de ustedes ¡M-Me superare! Crearemos un mundo donde todos los seres humanos o mutantes puedan vivir en armonía y llenos de paz.

Son interrumpidos por Salvaje y con un mejor humor, al payasete se le escapa alguna risita.

Ja... ¿Deberia de darle algun regalo al señor profesor Salvaje para que olvide lo que le hice? ¿Que le gustaria? ¿Un hueso de plástico chillón? Jejeje... Como sea, creo que tambien deberíamos de entrar ¿Verdad?

Toma la mano de la monja esperando que vayan hacia el siguiente lugar de su nuevo hogar.

Hablando de regalos, tome este que le doy de todo corazon...

Saca un par de globos para formar una figura pero no hace un perrito, lo que hace es pic 4.

TURNO GENERAL

>Isla Génesis, un pedacito de tierra en el Atlántico olvidado por Dios. Solía ser ocupado por los aliados durante la segunda guerra mundial, ahora es el refugio perfecto para los mutantes del profesor Claremont. Ahora, es el perfecto refugio mutante y sitio de estudio para los jóvenes que el profesor Edward Claremont ha reunido para brindarles de un hogar.

>Es una tarde más de estudios, ha pasado un mes desde que llegaron y desde entonces se han percatado del hecho de que tener un solo profesor para todas las materias --a excepción de historia, que imparte Warren-- es bastante monótono. Aún así, el doctor Hank Richards se muestra tan emocionado como de costumbre durante la clase de biología. Ahí estaba él, alto y de complexión musculosa, cubierto de pelo azul y con una bata de laboratorio característica suya sobre sus hombros.

Dibujó una cadena de ADN en el pizarrón con distintos colores, y encerró una parte en especifico.

Aquí se encuentra la historia del universo. Cada célula que hay en su cuerpo es el resultado de millones de años de ensayo y error, adaptación y supervivencia. Como pueden ver por sí mismos, la naturaleza es la ingeniera más grande que pueda existir.

Ahora, cuando hablamos de seres como nosotros mismos, hablamos de una variación de genes que maravillosa, impredecible, peligrosa, sí, pero sobre todo una oportunidad.

>Continuó hablando. Algunos otros estudiantes en la clase estaban inmersos en sus propios asuntos. Barracuda había traído consigo un popote/pajilla de la cafetería y había creado una cerbatana improvisada con la cual molestar a sus compañeros de clase. Le dispara a Cole pero al ver que las bolitas de papel desaparecen al solo encontrarse en la órbita de sus llamas, decide molestar a alguien más. Aleatoriamente va disparando a cada miembro de la clase, guardando su arma rápidamente para no ser descubierto.

>Mientras tanto, Anna Sophie aparenta tomar notas en su cuaderno, aunque en realidad solo está dibujando freneticamente.

Llama (tú) atención para mostrarte el dibujo que hace, un hada del bosque enfundada en ropita blanca y rosa.

<Anna Sophie
¿Te gusta? Se llama Madelyne, es el hada maaaas bonita del bosque. Aunque vive custodiada por un perverso dragón, ¡RAWR!

<Dr Richards
Ejem, ejem... señorita von Drachenfels, ¿podría decirme quién fue el autor de «El origen de las especies».

<Anna Sophie
Uuuh... ¿Rolf Kauka?

<Dr Richards
Me temo que llevará tarea extra esta tarde, señorita von Drachenfels. ¿Alguien puede decirme? De eso depende que el resto de ustedes lleve tarea extra o no.

>>1930
¿Pero estoy dentro o...? >>1928

>>1931
Sí, negro.

>>1930
>parece que mi hermanita no presta atención en clase

(Es muy bonito, pero no es momento de dibujar ahora, presta atención a lo que dice el Dr. Richards)

>le doy palmaditas en la cabeza mientras el doctor hace una pregunta
>yo no tardo en responderla

Charles Darwin, de ahí el término darwinismo social, aquello que mi país detuvo en la guerra.

>Anne Sophie aún es muy pequeña para comprender los horrores que cometió su país
>no puedo permitir que ella los repita

>cubro a Anne Sophie de cualquier disparo que quien sea que esté disparando bolitas de papel dirija contra ella
>es lo que los hermanos hacemos
>aunque me preocupa el desempeño de mi hermanita

(Tendremos que ponernos a estudiar más seguido, puedo ayudarte con tu tarea si se te dificulta)

>>1930
Respondo aquí Kayakito?

>>1934
Sí.

¿Aceptas otro cupo?

>>1936
No veo por qué no. cy

>>1930

--Con una obra de esta talla, será imposible que te rechacen en la escuela de arte-- Mostró seguridad y confió en el arte de su compañera Anna Sophie. Ella no tendría un destino similar. --Todos nos equivocamos en algún momento, por algo existe esto--Levantó su lápiz, pero al hacerlo, la goma que quería enseñarle se incendió y se volvió negra carbonizada.

Cole tuvo suficiente tiempo para socializar con Anna Sophie, con el objetivo de que no le tema, como sí lo hacía antes. A veces se prestaba para calentar su comida en la cafetería, así como también servía de breve papelera pública dada su capacidad para incendiar al instante. Dentro del amplio sentido común que posee Cole, él utiliza su don como un medio para canalizar su amistad con las personas. Podría servir de lampara durante la noche mientras lee un libro a prueba de fuego. Después de todo, para Cole dormir es casi como exponer sus órganos. Por eso lo que más disfruta en la isla es comer/incendiar cosas

>>1933

--Buena respuesta, que buena respuesta-- Aplaudió a Alexei que se adelantó brindando la respuesta. Cole siempre intenta mantener un gran ambiente en las clases. --Fue bastante ingenioso. ¿Puede que en realidad seas brillante, Alexei?--

--Cada nuevo conocimiento es un próximo paso hacia las estrellas. Los rusos alcanzaron el espacio mucho antes, de hecho. Me pregunto si existirá algún programa que incluya mutantes en dicha nación.--

>>1928
--Mi nombre es Cole Carbin Cain, mi don es Antorcha, siempre se mantiene activo. Pero mientras sea consciente de las personas a mi alrededor puedo evitar los daños--''Saludó con la mano, esperando estrecharla, tanto para conocer la personalidad del chico nuevo, como para hacerle notar que Cole es mucho más inofensivo de lo que parece.

--Toma, estos son los apuntes de las clases y las tareas del último mes.-- Cole le entrega un paquete de varios cuadernos e imagenes envueltas en un material ignifugo. En realidad Cole estaba preparado para una situación como esta, en la que un estudiante se incorporaba al grupo. Es alguien previsorio.

>>1930

--Doctor, me preguntaba si había estado trabajando en algún invento los últimos días. ¿Es algo que solicitó Lord Claremont? En todo caso, ¿tiene una pista de la nueva misión que nos tiene él?-- Preguntó, apelando la pasión del peludo Richards a crear cosas a por montones. Naturalmente, Cole se arriesgaba a pasar el día entero observando distintas máquinas hechas para cada estudiante y sus dones, pero si todo salía bien, podría conocer las proximas intenciones de Claremont a través de Richards

>>1930
[doom]Melpomeni[/doom]

>La griega bosteza casi durmiéndose en su asiento, cabeceando de vez en cuando, aunque al sentir el papel que le pega Barracuda sale de su sueño para mirar a todos lados y chasquear la lengua al ver que no pareciera que nadie fue el culpable.

>Me recuesto en la silla y empiezo a poner atención en la clase, algo complicada para una pueblerina que iba a un colegio de pueblo.

Melpo mira hacia la chica.

“Claro, es un bon-“

>Al ver que el profesor le atrapo cerro la boca y miro hacia adelante, no quería meterse en problemas a estas horas de la mañana.

(((“A pesar de que estar acá de flojera, por lo menos la gente es buena…”)))

>Mira hacia sus compañeros.

(((“La mayoría de ellos…”)))

Estaba a punto de hablar por unos ricos puntos extras, quizás así podría dormir mas y faltar, pero >>1933 se adelanta haciendo que baje la cabeza derrotada.

“Si… Fue ese tipo.”

>Digo derrotada al ver que tendré que seguir asistiendo a clases en vez de pudrirme en mi cuarto como me encanta hacerlo, no me queda de otra que seguir estudiando.

>>1930
No sabe leer, no sabe escribir, tiene deficit de atención y para acabar de terminar, tiene dislexia ¡¿Que carajos hara alguien de su "calibre" en una clase con una mente brillante como el doctor Richards?! Pues... Origami, eso mismo, utiliza las hojas de la libreta que le regalo la hermana para arrancarlas y confeccionar animalitos, estructuras y figuras de papel mientras el maestro peludo explica cosas que genuinamente no entiende, el estar ahi en su pupitre, escuchando de manera pasiva ¡No es lo suyo! Faltan años para que se postule la teoría de las inteligencias multiples pero como la temporalidad nos vale máuser aqui, solo dire que Lagrimitas es mas kinestésico y no visual o auditivo, por eso como que le da igual la clase, trata de centrarse pero al final termina haciendo un dinosaurio de papel y una version suya de origami para montar al dinosaurio... Le gustaria montar un dinosaurio.

Siente una bolita de papel chocar con su choya, al instante se gira para mirar a Barracuda, ella puede ver al payaso estilo Pierrot con una hoja en toda su cara como si fueran sus lentes, es un origami que acaba de realizar.

Te estoy viendo, Barracuda, con mis lentes de rayos X ¡No me tires nada!

Le hace la seña de "te estoy viendo" con sus regordetes dedos hacia la chica con voz de negrata, sigue desconfiando de ella por no decir que le da pánico, de repente ve el dibujo que Anna Sophie le enseño a todos kek

¿Quieres que traiga al dragon de tu hada a nuestra realidad, señorita amiga A.S?

Esperemos por todos los santos que le diga que NO... El profesor peludo se enoja con la interrupción de la alemana y como típico maestro, quiere castigar a todos por una sola persona, a no ser que respondan su pregunta.

Oh oh oh, yo me se esa ¡Fue un señor todo barbón y que seguro no se bañaba! ¡Fue changoleon!

Se cruza de brazos, con una sonrisa mas que brillante junto a sus mejillas tan rojas como manzanas recién lavadas, confiado de su respuesta, confiado de ser el "salvador" del grupo, confiado de poder liberarlos de tareas.

>>1938
¡Que bruto! ¡Póngale cero! ¡Jajaja!

>>1938
¡Otro menso! ¡¿Como va a ser ese?!

>>1939
>>1928
¿Y ellos quienes son?

De la nada saca un par de globos de helio en forma de cabeza de payasos coloridos y se los entrega a cada uno de los chicos nuevos y si, digo chicos por que Lagrimitas cree que Melpomeni es chico de buenas a primeras.

Regalito por ser nuevos.

Sonríe como el sol.

¡Mi nombre es Niccolò Lirilini pero todos me conocen mas como Lagrimitas Lirilin! ¡Encantado! ¡Mi poder es...! Ahm... Mi poder es... Ah... ¡MI PODER ES LA CLOWN FORCE! ¿Suena genial? ¿No es verdad? Jeje.

>>1940
Sostiene el globo y lo mira por unos segundos, para luego mirar al payaso de nuevo.

>Melpomeni tiene una voz algo gruesa, no completamente masculina, pero lo suficiente para que Lirilini siga dudando de lo que hay entre sus piernas.

"¿Gracias? Lo colocare en mi cuarto, supongo."

>Dice amarrándolo a su mochila.

Levantando una ceja.

"Suena a un poder fuerte el tuyo, ¿Te a causado problemas? Yo aun no se como controlar el mío bien, aunque me han explicado como usarlo es difícil."

>Suspira cruzándose de brazos.

(((Llamar poder a una "Maldición" o problema genetico es irónico.)))

"Llámame Melpo, tengo un nombre imposible de pronunciar por extranjeros así que es mejor así."

>Dice levantando la mano con una sonrisa, era una amargada, pero no una mala persona.

"Dime Nicco, ¿Qué se hace acá para divertirse? ¿Tienen alguna rocola u algo?"

>Olvidando que estaba en clase.

>>1941
Es un globo común y corriente, no tiene nada de especial a simple vista, es un mero obsequio por parte del payasito que al escuchar tu voz, reafirma que eres un chico, claro, al no ser tan masculino, sospecha que seas algún tipo de eunuco, en su travesia para hacer reír a todos los niños del mundo, ha conocido a gente eunuca, no entiende por que la gente hace eso aunque luego de escuchar cantar a un eunuco, puede comprenderlo, un poquito.

¡De nada, de nadita! Es un regalo de todo corazon para alguien TAN maravilloso como tu ¡Si quieres puedes hablar con el globo! Si lo deseas con muchas ganas, el globo podria cobrar vida y hacerse tu amigooooo

Notas como la cara del payaso en el globo te guiña el ojo pero tampoco te das tanta cuenta, es como cuando algo pasa por el rabillo del ojo, juras haberlo visto pero no estas tan seguro, pero seguro no te sorprende teniendo en cuenta la naturaleza de las personas que habitan esta isla, por otro lado, Niccolò se rasca la nuca con una sonrisilla incomoda cuando le preguntas de su nombre, parece que piensa en alguna forma de zafarse de tu duda.

¡EXACTAMENTE! ¡POR MI MAQUILLAJE!

Pasa su mano por delante de su cara como cuando cambian de gesticulación de feliz a triste o como Alex el leon al inicio de... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l-hJ8mTbaE▾ pero realmente cambia su estilo de maquillaje.

El nombre del payaso va de la mano con su estilo y maquillaje ¡Yo soy un payaso pierrot o cara blanca! Pero hay de otros tipos coooooooooomoooooooooo ¡EL PAYASO AUGUSTO!

Su maquillaje cambia y se vuelve como en el de pic 2

¡O EL PAYASO VAGABUNDO!

Ahora es como pic 3.

Y el mas importante... ¡EL PEZ PAYASO!

De repente esta usando la mascara de la pic 4.

Estaba un molusco y un pepino de mar, y el pepino de mar le dice... Es una anemona ¡ANONIMA! ¡JAJAJAJA!

Se escuchan risas enlatadas https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujN2twqe9Yw▾ de la nada como si esto fuese un sitcom o el chavo del 8, lo raro es que no hay bocinas en ningún lugar, solo se escuchan por todos lados, como si vinieran de tu propia mente, en eso tiras una nueva duda y puedes sentir un cambio repentino en el aura del payaso, este se pone serio de golpe y se quita la mascara para enseñarte que tiene la mirada de las mil yardas...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZuCYZA8OjE▾

No es un poder... Es una maldición...

Susurra para si mismo pero puedes escuchar con un tono de voz pesimista y totalmente agrio, como si hubiese visto el infierno a los ojos, desde no querer revelar lo de su nombre, puedes percatarte que hay algo muy oscuro.

¡LO NORMAL! Ya sabes, que la gente te vea con malos ojos o provocar un infierno visceral, sangriento, surreal, horrendo y mórbido en Roma... ¡Pero yo no soy mis errores! ¡Yo tambien quiero controlar mi poder! ¡Espero que podamos controlar nuestros poderes juntos! ¡Ayudarnos mutuamente a controlar nuestros poderes! ¡Tenemos que tener buena cara hacia el futuro, compañero! ¡Construyamos un mañana hermoso para todos! ¿Si?

Esgrima una sonrisa particularmente positiva y esperanzadora de un momento a otro.

¿Melpo? ¡Suena bien! No soy bueno con los trabalenguas así que estoy bien con eso, jejeje.

Enseña su lengua y esta se alarga antinaturalmente únicamente para hacer nudos con ella como si fuese niño explorador, cuando termina de mostrar su habilidad con la lengua, pone una sonrisa muy orgullosa para decir:

No es por presumir pero la señorita Kinkross y la hermana me dieron el puesto de... ¡Secretario de diversion! Asi que hablas con la persona indica para

Frota sus manos y de repente su cuerpo empieza a mutar como el de Quagmire cuando se vuelve retrete pero en vez de retrete se vuelve en una rocola humana.

¿Que musica te gusta? ¡Tengo todos los éxitos de esta época, de las anteriores y de las que siguen! ¡Escucha! ¡Esto es lo que esta de moda en el 2025!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNnBpLPVptU▾

¡Musica de los 2010!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVxMTl6cUSE▾

¡Musica de los 2000!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xx0s147Xj4▾

¡Musica de los 90!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zvd1JQ0EKY▾

¡Y musica de los 80!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ▾

Mientras Lagrimitas rickrolea a todos los presentes >>1938 >>1933 >>1930 >>1928 >>1911 por primera vez en la historia, escuchas como alguien habla detrás de ti y al voltear puedes ver al payasito con un traje puesto y hablando en una cabina telefónica que se aparece así por la cara, de esta forma hay dos Lagrimitas en la escena, el rocola humana y el trajeado que habla con alguien por teléfono.

¡SOY TU PRIMO! ¿Como que que primo? ¡Tu primo el mutante! ¡Sisisisisi! ¡No importa! ¿Recuerdas que estabas buscando inspiración para algo grande! ¡Tienes que escuchar esto...!

Estira el teléfono en dirección al lagrimitas rocola.

¿Puedes escuchar eso? ¡Es arte! ¡Tienes que copiarlo, primo Rick Ashley! ¡Te aseguro que en el futuro, cuando exista internet, todo el mundo usara tu cancion para bromas cibernéticas! ¡ESTA GARANTIZADO!

Es bastante raro, la situación es bastante absurda pero Nicolo hace todo esto para divertirte, para sacarte una sonrisa, se esfuerza bastante empleando su singular don para que la puedas pasar bien, tu y el resto de mutantes.