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

>Quirk
Will-o'-the-wisp: Cole's body is a mass of living plasma in human form. He has moderate control, allowing him to extend his limbs and regenerate from physical damage 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

>Sex
Male

>Background
Cole was born with his quirk already active. Incapable of caring for him, his parents 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 campfires or helping in charcoal production, which earned him his name. During his adolescence, an accident with his powers caused a forest fire. This event forced him to abandon his home and reinforced Cole's idea that his power was more of a risk than a gift.

Shortly after, Dr. Evelyn Reed, a scientist interested in quirks, took him in. Under her tutelage, Cole not only improved his control over his plasma body but also learned about science and to be methodical, becoming her efficient lab assistant. This period of stability ended when the doctor suddenly disappeared. Reviewing her notes, Cole found information about Genesis Island, deciding it was the next logical step on his path.

>Aspirations
His main goal is to find a way to neutralize or eliminate his quirk. He wishes, for example, to stop measuring every movement, have normal physical contact, and feel the 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
(Excuse the delay, I didn't reply earlier because I was waiting for OP to throw the general, if not the thread would just fill up with interactions between everyone)

Amelia: Nice to meet you...em...I'd shake your hand, but I don't want to get burned

Max: uh no, with this one you won't have any adventure time with the fire boy, we'll end up burning ourselves

>--It may seem unexpected, but I know a hair fixing product that is extremely effective. Roxxonstill'r. Maybe it could help to avoid... certain inappropriate comments.

Max: .....psssst, fat girl, if I understood right...you want me to get hard, that's homosexual

Amelia: already, Max, relax, just try to get along and make friends, oh I'll listen and end up bathing you in hair fixer.....well no, I would look horrible
>>1891

>Is he famous in your time? I don't see how someone who couldn't tell us about his work can be so well known
Max: pfffffft really doesn't know, let me tell her

Amelia: no! you could change the story!!!

Max: How do you know we already didn't change it? what if she knows that Putin is the president in the future that affects us? nothing, that won't stop you from being born

Amelia: MAAAAX!!!, aish....well, maybe we could ask lagrimitas for a coffee

>trying to shut him up again
If it comes out less Max will shut up when you talk to Amelia 1d100 = 16

>she smiles and winks at him
-Amelia greets with a smile -
>>1892
-As Barracuda comes out of nowhere and scares the dog, Max starts to laugh-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSXEYaxGiag▾
Amelia: I still don't know if he is really a man or a woman

Max: You would be canceled for saying that, but yes, with that voice from the Bronx, it's obvious he has eggplant

-Later they get into the jeeps directly to the adventure-

>At this moment we are heading towards the particle collider on the island... developed by me, of course.

Amelia: Do you have permission from the government to create a particle collider?

Max: The thing that can create a black hole and kill us all? great, we're standing on a time bomb

Tell me something cheesy, but I didn't like that the entrance to our generator room was an old war bunker, so I built this beauty to mask it.
Max: It's great!!!! very apocalyptic, the fluffy professor has good taste apparently

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

Amelia: Excuse me, are you okay?


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

Max: THE ONE WHO SMELLED IT THREW IT, DON'T LOOK AT ME

>>1893
pi pi pi, we're going to be used as weapon 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
Due to the way you naturally and unconsciously repel any other type of mutation and its effects, you were totally invisible to "Cerebrus," the supercomputer that amplifies telepathic powers, which Doctor Moira Kinkross uses to detect mutants across the globe. It wasn't until things got wild inside New York that you caught the attention of not only her, but the entire faculty of Genesis Island. You are the oldest of all the mutants they have gathered, naturally you are considered the field leader for when the assembled team goes out into the world, although you are still just a candidate.

>On the way to the island, Professor Henry Richards showed you and explained the workings of the Phoenix 1, the sonic jet they use to get on and off the island. He also explained how the island is surrounded by a ring of storms and fierce waves, so access by sea is not easy, which is why they use the jet.

>The scientific and technical words of the furry professor are lost as you feel a fierce, predatory gaze behind you. You turn your head, you see blue eyes as precious as they are dangerous, you could swear that's the look mice have seconds before falling victim to a cat playing with its food before devouring it. She smiles maliciously; not only are you the oldest with respect to those who will be your classmates and adventure companions, but you are also the only person in the world whose mind she cannot read, which creates a kind of fascination with you.

>...

>You arrived at the island, Kinkross's first idea? To put you in the Danger Room to assess your physical abilities. The Danger Room turned out to be a kind of training room located in the basement of the mansion of Edward Claremont, the director of the school and the island in general. You have to pass through sterile, almost futuristic hallways before entering the training room. You were led into a kind of giant coliseum, also with the same technological and sophisticated aesthetic as the exterior. Moira and Richards remained in a kind of monitoring area, where they had a full view of what was about to happen.

Your surroundings change completely from one second to the next. Now you are in a room so small and dirty that you can even smell the unpleasant environment as if it were real, something the furry professor never explained to you. The place is as old as he is, and at the end of the room, you see a soldier in a green uniform, but he seems inactive for the moment.

And their voices disappeared as abruptly as they arrived; there is no trace of them, they must remain in the cabin from which they are observing and monitoring the simulation. The soldier in front of you finally took guard, pushing his rifle, aiming at you.

You heard the telepath's sad sigh, as well as the furry one's complaint.

>>1892
--I used to worry about the future of us quirk-users. If an energy crisis ever arose, someone like Cole Carbin would go straight to a thermal power plant to be consumed for maximum benefit. But now I see that's just a fantasy--

He responded to the comment about the collider. Reed wasn't a specialist in every possible subject; he focused on one area that he completely mastered. So Cole doesn't understand how the collider works, but he is curious about it. Looking back at the cabin, Cole felt several different things. In part, it reminded him of his childhood in Canada, with all the nights of heating it generated. Although, being a tropical island, the trees clashed with his memories. He also felt a certain strangeness when he realized that it was indeed the facade of the collider and Richards wasn't playing a prank on them.

--In the future, we'll all have home Colliders, to the point that we could carry them behind every car. Isn't that right, Amelia?-- >>1895 He said optimistically, although Cole also knew that something like that was slightly impossible. The fire boy skipped the clause about not revealing too much about the future. --I noticed that everyone on the island has a particular taste, I respect that-- Moira and Richards were eccentric in their field, Cole understood and agreed to enter the cabin if necessary

A bird fell to the ground in a vile and graphic manner. The scene had escalated with Sophie taking shelter with the Russian and Richards suspecting with his keen sense of smell. Naturally, one of the first to act was Max, who, following his color, was quite abstracted from the situation. Cole responded. --He means enemies, hair without gel. Keep observing Amelia's blind spots. After saying that, Cole would observe the clown Lirilin, who, after a small act, created a tracker. Cole doesn't doubt the effectiveness of said device, but besides something smelling bad, to Cole something reeked at the level of Richards' feet. Cole began to reason. The bird fell headfirst, in plain sight, and that could be an indication to look forward, a point of attention.

--I'll be blacklisted by ecology if I burn another forest, act with caution-- He said to the invisible enemy behind. Cole turned, expanding his flames to the sides to cover an area and protect the others' backs. Cole's idea was that this could be an ambush. That while it was true that Teary could find the culprit, even so, that could just be bait for an enemy who wouldn't miss the opportunity to be lurking even more in the shadows.

I thought I had more to respond ayy By the way, what is the species called? Quirktants? Quirkies, quirkilings? We need to determine a name to concentrate the racism

1d100 = 22 Dice just in case

>Anna Sophie watches curiously as the clown Liririn lifts the incomplete corpse of one of the island's native creatures. Despite her doubts and still teary eyes, she approaches Niccolò's big hands and, with her small trumpet-shaped mouth, blows, expectantly.

>But all that expectation goes to hell when the bird is revived as a grotesque and violent creature, one that makes the little German girl scream in terror before taking off like a sort of spaceship, shooting left and right.

Something strange is showing on the electromagnetic field meter... or to be exact, something extremely normal, as the detector registers completely common signals of 0.5 microteslas and 1 to 20 V/m... Considering they are supposedly standing in the heart of the EMP burst, the registered frequencies should be higher... it's as if no electromagnetic pulse had existed in the first place.

>The bird screeches overhead in an alert tone, it was the only one who saw Richards being dragged quickly into the bushes of the lush forest, they are completely alone! And although the flames generated by Cole cover a significant flank, the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable does not disappear easily. The bird screeches again in an alert tone as they see a heavy, blurry shadow fall from the trees, directly towards Alexei. If the Russian boy is not fast enough, he could be crushed on the spot along with the little German girl clinging to his body.

>In any case, the enemy is finally exposed. It rises before you and reaches almost two meters in height, were it not for its savage posture that makes it hunch forward. Its physique is brutally athletic, like a predator at its peak. Its shoulders are surrounded by a blond mane which, along with its warm-colored attire, gives it the appearance of a lion standing on two legs.

When it speaks, you can see fangs as sharp as a beast's, its nails grow resembling more the claws of a powerful feline before it leaps at whoever is closest.

1 Cole
2 Niccolò
3 Amelia
4 Alexei
5 Anna Sophie

1d5 = 1

Combat system: The most basic of the basics, you roll a 1d100 for defense (block or dodge) and a 1d100 for attack. Since I'm not defending now, I'll just roll attack.

A: 1d100 = 28

>>1903
>the clown tried to cheer up the little girl
>but only scared her more
>after some strange readings, we are attacked
>that giant subject almost crushed me

leave the little "cheburashka" alone!

>I must protect her as if she were my little sister
>she trusts me
>if necessary, I will take any blow that may be directed against her
>because that's what an older brother does
>that subject is very big and strong
>if I control his clothes, he will simply tear them
>but I have an idea
>I will control his eyelashes to irritate his eyes
>nothing is more annoying than getting an eyelash in your eye

⚔ 1d100 = 34
🛡 1d100 = 18

>>1902
>-In the future we'll all have home colliders, to the point that we could even carry them behind every car. Isn't that right, Amelia?
Amelia: je....no...but, you never know when someone might be born with that gift, for some reason they created the registration law

Max: but they were a bunch of sons of bitches, they just wanted a photo of you! they didn't take my best angle, after all I'm the reason you registered
> --Refers to enemies, hair without gel
Enemies eh? JA!!! COME ON, I DON'T NEED GEL TO GIVE THEM A BEATING? DO YOU UNDERSTAND FLICKERED OUT?

I say mutants and normals are enough

>>1903

>In any case the enemy is finally exposed. He stands before you and reaches almost two meters in height, if it weren't for his wild posture which makes him bend forward. His physique is brutally athletic, like a predator at its peak. His shoulders are surrounded by a blonde mane which, along with his warm-colored outfit, gives him the look of a lion standing on two legs.
Amelia: fiiiiiiu....-said the girl as she saw the formidable and tall man fall from the trees, obviously he was a crazy bastard, but what was up, he was hot-

Max: Is that an enemy? He looks more like a porn movie actor

>Stupid puppies, they should know this is my territory, ¡the territory of Savage!
Max: PFFFFFFFF , IS THAT YOUR STRIPPER NAME? HAHAHAHA, OK OK...LOOK OLD MAN, BETTER THAT YOU DON'T F*** WITH US, OR YOU'RE GONNA GET IT -Said Max in a mocking way then put a serious face, he was anxious for the guy to decide to fight, Max wanted to go for it, completely opposite to Amelia-

Amelia: E-wait wait! we can't fight! we don't know how to fight!!!

Max: You do exercise, calisthenics, jogging and papi pays for self-defense classes, USE WHAT YOU LEARNED!!!

Amelia: DAMN IT MAX, THIS IS SERIOUS!!!

>As he saw the stripper fix his gaze on the sexy nun, Max didn't hesitate to act

Max: IT'S TOO LATE GIRL! GRAB ON!!

-Max took the form of a wolf moving as fast as he could to be a shield for the nun-

Amelia: SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT, SLOWER!!!

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

>>1903
>>1903
He gets a powerful chill, not from witnessing how his offense to nature continues to wreak havoc on the other birds, his spine trembles with Barracuda's booming voice, he doesn't want to be bad but it gives him the creeps.

A huge apology to both Miss A.S and Master Doctor Richards, sometimes... I can't control my "Clownforce"... Not entirely... I promise I wanted to do something good! But sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, right? Telling the truth isn't being rude, Miss A.S! You can say it! Okay... I don't want the ecosystem to be changed by me, I already have enough with having created the bird-men.

He snaps his big fingers and the alien bird vanishes with a PUFF straight out of a comic panel, and the remains of the dead bird fall back down. The bad thing is that they fall on Anna Sophie's head, which doesn't help calm her down at all. Lagrimitas whistles and plays dumb as if he hadn't seen a thing, though the alien bird squeaks before being disappeared like at minute 43. He warns them that he saw something but it was too late because Richards is taken into the woods by force. The little clown looks around and goes into alert mode. For a moment he feels fear at being alone and helpless. Being afraid at this moment doesn't help at all, it only makes his Clownforce tend to get more out of control, so he swallows and tries to act bravely. To forget that he's in a bad situation, he goes to his happy place and also tells himself jokes in his mind to make himself laugh or something...

Suddenly someone else appears, it's the enemy, who is against the Russian and the German girl. Lagrimitas jumps in fright at the abrupt appearance of this savage subject who calls himself... Savage... Originality took a sabbatical, darling! Whatever! They all hear the threat Savage lets out, and although both are complete opposites, that is, Savage is a muscular, giant chad with sharp teeth, while Lagrimitas is a scrawny, tiny, funny clown, he's not afraid to step forward to point at the villain's face with his index finger, confronting the violent lion like a mini honey badger! Small but feisty!'

You lie with all your teeth, troglodyte! This is not your territory! The forest belongs to the animals! To the creatures of the forest! They will defend us!
From behind her, from among the trees, a group of animals of all kinds appears, they look too cute, as if they were taken from a fairy tale. Lagrimitas, I summon you! So that they fight for the beautiful forest.

Little Bear: Oh wow, we're not supposed to be here, it's not Christmas yet.

Little Doe: I wish I had appeared in a Christmas special, what a shameeeeee.

Little Raccoon: It doesn't matter, guys, someone is threatening our forest, they surely want to exterminate our savior.

Little Beaver: He's a very big and mean boy, we must teach him some respect.

Little Bird: Let's exterminate him... In the name of our lord Lucifer! Let's make a sacrifice to gain the power of Satan!

Yes! A sacrifice to- Wait what?!

Little Bunny: Me, me, I want to be a sacrifice to the devil.

Little Fox: Let someone bring the sacrifice stone.

Little Porcupine: Save my baby, the son of the lord of darkness.

Little Skunk: Let's decapitate that bad boy and have someone piss in his throat.

Little Mouse: Let's rather take out one of his eyes and have someone piss in his socket so he dies slowly.

Little Squirrel: Yaaay! Hail Satan! Hail Satan!

Ahhhh! It got out of control again!

The Clownforce does its devilish deeds, and never better said, and among all the little animals they take the bunny and bring a rock with a pentagram to bury a dagger in its chest. Lagrimitas doesn't want to see this barbarity, so she makes a giant hamster ball appear like the one from pic 4 and gets into it to defend herself, mostly from her own perverse creation. She starts spinning like a hamster to try to help A.S. and get her into her ball with her, the same with Richards, all while the forest creatures cover themselves in the bunny's blood and their eyes turn red, just like the blood. Suddenly, laser beams start coming out of their eyes and in this way they attack Savage all together with those laser beams. The best thing is that Savage doesn't fall into the hands of those forest creatures. In fact, Lagrimitas is more worried about Savage than about herself. Maybe he's a villain, but she doesn't want to repeat a Rome, and Rome was worse than a couple of psychopath animals. Still, she wants to do things right and starts to suspect that her quirk got out of control due to a certain insecurity in herself. For a moment she remembers when she held Amelia's hand or the nun's hand, that eliminated her insecurity and fears, the touch of a kind woman.

Damage: 1d100 = 96
Defense: 1d100 = 47

Alright, I won't wait that long for Cole anymore. Kekazo.

In the end, I do need the defense dice 1d100 = 7

>>1904
>>1905
>Fortunately, the immediate danger gave Alexei enough speed to jump to the side, narrowly avoiding the beast-man's landing. A Siberian tiger can weigh up to 300 kilos, and this man is much larger and more massive than the largest feline in the world, so being crushed by that body would surely mean at least a couple of broken ribs, if you're lucky.

>With the same agility as one of those wild animals, the man ran towards the small frightened girl, identifying her as the weakest link in the team, the perfect prey in the eyes of a predator. Unfortunately for Savage I'm already going to call him that because Spanish names >>>>, those eyes are soon blinded by his own eyelashes, an irritating sensation makes him stop abruptly and rub his eyes in vain.

Victim of his own rage, he began to lash out left and right, hoping to hit one of you, but it's not flesh his claws touch, but the thick trunk of one of the forest trees. Thousands of sharp wood fragments fly out as a good part disappears as a result of the swipe, and the tree's own weight soon causes it to lean and begin to fall... right where Anna Sophie is still paralyzed by fear! If it hadn't been for Max, who lunged to protect the little German girl, she would surely have been crushed by the trunk. Max has enough strength to have supported half the tree falling on himself in order to protect the girl, but not to support the weight for much longer, and while he is like that, Amelia alone is vulnerable...

⚔️: 1d100 = 67

🛡: 1d100 = 28

>>1906
>Savage's partial blindness, besides freeing him from the image of the Bunny's sacrifice as part of a pagan ritual, also left him completely exposed to the attacks of the forest animals that Lagrimita himself had summoned. It wasn't just laser beams, oh no, they pounced on the wild man and left him like the Christ of Ixtapalapa while Lagrimita moves away in his wheel looking for the furry professor.

The screams are heart-wrenching.

>The fire Cole left behind makes it difficult for the hamster ball to pass, but it's not necessary to cross it since a lot of footprints on the ground indicate not a kidnapping, but the possible escape of the furry professor. They indicate he headed into the forest away from the main road, but the tracks disappear at least two meters from the dirt path.

It turns out that unexpectedly, Lagrimita trapped Barracuda inside the hamster ball with him, now they are together away from the action.

If Lagrimita was looking for the touch of a gentle woman, what he gets is the opposite, he has the "street affection," as Barracuda would call it.

>Meanwhile, Savage manages to get back on his feet in front of the forest animals, although his wounds are noticeable, his animal spirit is still intact, if not amplified by being cornered by the clown's summons.

He lunged at the animals with the fury of a cornered animal, claws first like a lion would.

⚔️: 1d100 = 20

🛡: 1d100 = 86

>>1908
>Anne Sophie is not out of danger yet
>not only that, now Amelia is also in danger
>a tree is falling on us

I know what to do. MAX, YOU BETTER NOT WASTE THIS

>I try to strengthen Max so he can withstand the weight of the tree

1d100 = 53
1d100 = 86

The little forest animals won't keep him busy forever, we must use his strength against him. When we've gotten rid of the tree, we have to try to use its weight against it. I fought a bear once... well, it was a cub, but I was 10 years old, so I think I know what to do. Unless someone has a better plan.

>>1908
Carbin Cain has certain doubts, regarding how an enemy managed to enter this restricted area, claiming it has been his for a long time. Perhaps Claremont overlooked that he has someone living on his premises. It's someone with a quirk after all, and the area is made for people of this type, it wouldn't be strange to think they snuck in with that in mind. After watching the rear and finding nothing, Cole turns his gaze back to the objective, finding that his companions are in danger. He controls the impulse to save them immediately, burning the trees or the enemy himself. He has always had this same inconvenience, being made of fire, trying to help usually causes too much collateral damage. Anyway, Cole stokes his internal fire to be able to expel it when the time comes. Using tree branches he can touch with his hands as fuel, and leaves from the ground that accumulate in piles. This naturally generates a lot of smoke.

Halt! Get away from there, little animals. Don't you have a princess to dress for noon? -- Consumed by the spirit of fairy tales, or the clown's quirk, Cole warns dramatically.-- It's too dangerous.

After all, even if they were born from a quirk, they are still life forms. And Savage is too brutal to spare all those who try to go against him. Most of them are acting without a plan and that's not something Cole is used to doing. It is then that Cole encourages Max in his own way, so that the falling logs are a lesser problem than the enemy next to them. --You are much more resilient than tree bark, well done, black hair.--

--Listen! Savage. Wild Man. This is your territory, isn't it? Look how I destroy it without mercy!-- Cole spread his arms and diverted the course of his fire expulsion to the sides, burning the nearby trees, especially from the area where the enemy emerged. He spoke, with all the desire to offend him, although this is not very pleasant for Cole --Mr. Beast, when I finish burning your territory, there will be no more trees for any woodpecker to peck, or any squirrel to place its nuts. Fire is an even greater force of nature!

The act was shameful, but Cole had to speak like a villain to get Savage's attention. After all, if he had truly come to attack them for protecting his territory, then nothing would make him angrier than Cole destroying it. Naturally, being made of fire, Cole cannot protect others, he has to put himself in the first line of attack. And that is precisely very good against enemies who use swipes, because, even if Cole is attacked with claws, he will just recompose himself, while the enemy will burn, it's perfect. So stoking Savage's fury so that he avoids harming his friends is the smartest plan.

--None of us could defeat him alone, that's why I will completely draw his attention. So that you can find a way to save us.-- He told the rest, the clown, Alexei, the girl from the future, their combined ingenuity was vital to win.

⚔️: 1d100 = 48
🛡: 1d100 = 31

>>1908
Max: SON OF A BITCH, YOU CAN'T GO THROWING TREES AT PEOPLE, WE'RE GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!!!!

Amelia: CALM DOWN MAX! DAMMIT, THAT GUY IS CRAZY LIKE THE ONES ON THE NEWS

MAX: I'M NOT CALMING DOWN AT ALL, IT'S HIM OR US, SO MOVE YOUR FAT ASS FATTY
>>1909
MAX: CALM DOWN MISS, LEAVE EVERYTHING IN THE HANDS OF MAX AND THE FATTY

-Max pushes the tree aside and throws it at the villain while roaring like a beast, Amelia feels the shift in weight, she stumbles a bit, Max's increase in mass doesn't affect her, although she's still not used to him growing out of nowhere, but the redhead was right about one thing, that guy was dangerous, so they would have to at least immobilize him-

Max: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QriPV_59gJc▾
Amelia: What's the plan?

Max: run towards him! that way I concentrate everything on punches

Amelia: ok, but if I die, I'LL KILL YOU!!!

-and so Amelia runs directly towards the crazy maniac, of course, she won't be unprotected, Max jumps, attacking from the air again, opening huge jaws full of sharp teeth, Amelia clings to him while covering herself from any possible impact from the rival's blow-

ATK 1d100 = 58
DEF 1d100 = 45

Bump

>>1908
WE'RE DOING IT, GUYS! WE'LL PREVAIL!

Are we, Kimosabe? Literally Cole >>1910 and Amelia >>1911 are doing everything while the clown is just spinning around in his giant hamster wheel, or something like that, considering he was the one who brought the forest critters in the first place. Of course, they don't seem to know the word "allies," given the bunny corpse is still twitching on the ground—details! The forest critters attack the "enemy" in unison, all of them giggling "innocently" while smearing themselves in Salvaje's blood, who can only feel scratches and bites all over, not to mention the satanic laser beams. Meanwhile, Tearful is waving his hands back and forth trying to get Cole and Amelia's attention—truly worried they might end up worse than Salvaje, who by this point was the Christ, but the fucking Christ of Tapachula, Chiapas.

FRIENDS, FRIENDS! GET AWAY FROM THERE! OR DON'T GET CLOSE TO THOSE HELLISH CREATURES!

Bear: After violating this savage's ass with a rusty steel rod, what should we do to the fire-man and the woman with funny hair?

Beaver: We should scoop the girl's eyes out with a spoon.

Fawn: Yessss, and then feed her her own eyes—like ice cream!

Fox: We should all piss on the fire-guy to put him out.

Mouse: I've got the plague, my piss will definitely infect him with the plague.

Squirrel: I'd like to crawl into the funny-haired woman's anal cavity and come out of her mouth.

Porcupine: You release your seed inside her so she dies pregnant.

Raccoon: It'll be a double kill!

All: Yeiiiiiiiiiii~

COME INTO MY SPHERE, PLEASE! I-I DON'T WANT ANOTHER ROME TO HAPPEN! NOT ROME!

He places his disproportionately large hands on the sides of his ridiculously small head and clenches his teeth; a fat drop of sweat runs down his forehead. He must do something! And he tries. The problem is, between what Cole's doing with his fire and the professor's furry footprints, he gets confused—and instead of pulling Amelia or Cole into his sphere, he grabs someone else's breasts. Yes, breasts—and feels something weird.
Th-That voice...

She slowly turns around as if she were in a 50s horror movie.

AHHHHHH!

She screams upon coming face-to-face with Barracuda, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets and her tongue lolling out like in the gif.

I WILL SAVE YOU ALL! I WILL SAVEEEEEEEEE!

He doesn't let her finish and Tears starts running back to the rodeo, it's like those dogs you put a piece of meat in front of so they run, only instead of meat, they put a damn gay Doberman behind her. At least she gathers the courage to fight, either out of fear of Barracuda more than the little animals and Savage, obviously. This would have happened the same if instead of Barracuda, it were Kinkross inside that sphere, but nooooooo, a certain dark-skinned guy gives me little tastes of honey and then takes it away! That's why I'm dying laughing! Outside of my tantrum, Savage retaliates against the forest animals, and let's assume he kills a couple of them with his claws. However, the fattest of all the little animals confronts Savage, even though he doesn't even reach his knees. The chubby little bear moves among the remains of his little friends and, with a smile, points at Savage.

Little Bear: Saying bad words is totally wrong, our lord Satan will eat your tongue while you burn in the flames of hell! What's more! Why should we make you wait, tough guy? We'll help you go to Lucifer.

His eyes light up blood red and suddenly, Savage feels so much heat that you could say he's on fire, no, in fact, he is! He suddenly bursts into flames, but it doesn't look like Cole's fire, it's flames that burn to the bone! It's hellfire! Nevertheless, the little bear's action isn't my attack, it's just a distraction since Tears reappears between Cole's flames and the little bear, only his hamster sphere has turned into a torpedo with angry arms and eyes, which is about to slam directly into Savage! Nobody seems to do any real damage! It all falls on the clown's big hands! Will he be able to rise as a hero?! Booooooom!

>>1908
>>1913
N-No way, because some Australian guy threw and I don't know that guy... Heh

1d100 = 20 1d100 = 11

>Fat drops of sweat begin to roll down Savage's cheek, which he notices with confusion, as he has enough stamina to fight for hours without getting tired. It's not until one of those salty drops falls to the ground that the villain pays attention to his surroundings, encountering a hellish scene; fire consuming a large part of the forest while native animals escape the scene. The fastest manage to leave, but those that are not consumed by the flames before the terrified eyes of their natural predator.

He propels himself towards Cole, running on all fours like any wild beast would. However, the man is hit by Amelia's hair, knocking Cole out of his trajectory. Savage rolls on the floor but quickly gets up, his animal strength capable of holding Max's jaws shut. Amelia hears him growl furiously like a true animal. The constant attacks from the forest animals would be good news for Amelia, as Savage's body is already under significant strain, let alone withstanding shots from the animals.

Savage, showing off his fury and brutality, grabs the little fox by the neck and throws it towards Max's unforgiving jaws, letting them close to crush the animal that, in the villain's eyes, is nothing more than an unnatural aberration.

>The little doe is next to pay the brutal price for her mere existence. He also grabs her by the neck and uses her to shoot laser beams at Cole, only to then throw her at him, causing this time the animal to die slowly consumed by Cole's flames as it writhes on the floor.

His body is consumed by infernal fire, or at least that's what he thinks. But even with all the burning of the flames upon him, consuming his flesh and bones, Savage does not give up, he does not fall to the ground like any animal would, knowing it is in its final moments. Savage faces the little bear with little more than his claws, his teeth, and his pure animal instinct. He gets a significant opening in the bear's abdomen, its guts now exposed only for the beast-man to begin eating them. Little more than a distraction for Savage, when he turns towards the confrontation, it's too late, the torpedo hits him and creates an explosion that makes the earth shake and the trees tremble, as do all present.

>Barracuda and Niccolò are lying on the floor, probably unconscious, surely disoriented after what just happened. It seems the fight is over judging by the relative calm after the storm.

And suddenly, Savage's body falls to the ground again from the heights like Vegeta in the Saiyan saga when everyone thought they had triumphed. A weak growl emanates from the man's body, who begins to get up slowly and clumsily with bloodshot eyes and his body with significant visible wounds and exposed bones thanks to the torn flesh.

A second surprise: the furry professor descending from the trees with the grace and skill of an ape, until landing in the center of the scene to calm everyone down.

Tired and staggering, Warren, Savage has raised his hand to speak.

The new professor of the island has dropped in front of everyone. He exposes his back, with the bones of his spinal cord exposed.

Indeed, yes. They turn towards where the stench is coming from, they observe Anna Marie in a pool of golden color, while she cries silently, paralyzed by all the fear she feels inside her.

<Dr Richards
Oh, Jesus...

>>1915
Poor Cheburashka, was it necessary to scare her so much!? And all for a test... don't look at me, I only caused her trouble and tried to help Max, get mad at the fire boy and the weird clown.

>I know we thought we were in a life-or-death situation... but was it necessary to scare my sister from another mother like this!?
>Poor thing, they traumatized her.
>If I ever have a daughter or granddaughter, I'll name her Sasha, and I'll make sure she turns out alright.
>What could go wrong?
>but this is now

So, what's next, Dr. Richards? Something has to be done about Anne Marie, poor thing...

>>1839
>Name
Melpomeni Thanopoulos

>Specialty
"Reordering"
This specialty allows her to reorder the things she comes into contact with, enabling her to change the form of the things she touches, directly destroying them or being able to change their physical characteristics, such as making the air she touches generate a gun and things of that sort.

>Age
16 years old

>Nationality
Greece

>Background
Melpomeni or "Meni" to her friends, was born in the outskirts of a small town in Greece, where in addition to studying she did household chores, and helped with her family's plantations, she was always considered a rebellious girl but never to the point of annoying her parents, a typical teenager of the 70s. Although there were fights since she defended women's rights and the tough feminist struggle in orthodox Greece, her parents loved her a lot.
Being part of the people who listened to rock, punk pop, she liked to hang out with people with similar tastes, gathering together to do their own thing with other young people her age after high school, but around the age of 14, after developing, during a fight with her sister, this slightly injured her using her specialty, Meni panics and makes her promise not to tell anyone.
Obviously her sister didn't listen, and told her parents, who felt some fear for the girl, but above all she was their daughter, so they kept the secret of everyone, but forced Meni to promise not to tell anyone and to show it to no one.
Unfortunately, after multiple incidents where the girl couldn't control her powers, and her parents received a letter from Claremont, which convinced them to send her to "Learn to control" these powers, she kicked and cried and begged them not to take her, but it was all in vain, in the end she arrived at the island where she is until today.

>Aspirations
-Return to her parents.
-Escape from the island.
-Meet Elton John, AC/DC, David Bowie, etc.
-Control her powers perfectly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<Claremont
Well? How did it go?

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

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

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

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

it's not necessary to ask me

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

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

Huh? Is this pee?

Yes, he barely noticed.

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

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

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

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

TADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence to take a deep breath.

I have... a little question...

Dramatic silence-

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

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

These clown versions of everyone shout in unison.

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

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

Join the villains, first and only warning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Warren interrupts with a loud yawn.

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

Is there room?