(If anyone didnt say their attendance but is present, I will simply assume they were called out at some point during that whole thing, but it wasn’t directly said.)
“All right, just a few more... Soul Toran?” Mr.Torren said, and Soul perked up, and raised up a hand, confidently declaring- “Here!” In a peppy, chime-like tone. Soul glanced to Tara, who upon hearing her cousin’s name has perked up as well. Immediately after, Mr.Torren announced- “Tara Thorn?” And Tara raised up her own hand, and gave a somewhat offhanded remark of “Here.” Before setting her hand back down. Mr.Torren continued down the
list and ended up at one- “Nero Vasquez?” Which was met only by silence in the room, besides possibly a stir from Seth. “Missing on the first day huh? It’s always something isn’t it... well! I guess we can start then! Allow me to just speak about some news and upcoming events! Two months from now, so the 7th of November, we will be holding the first of two bracket-style tournaments for people from our freshman classes. You all will hopefully end up within said tournament, but it’s up in the air, given that the preliminary challenge is still up in the air, as of this moment. A Halloween dance will be held during Halloween of next month, but there’s plenty of time to prepare for that. A couple of weeks from now on Friday the 21st, we will be holding a technical event in which you will all be granted a lab to discuss with our construction course about building weapons and support items, as well as prototype costumes.”
He looked over it, and gave a quick nod. “That’s about all for general information. Now, we only have a short time together. So for today, we will introduce ourselves to the rest of the class. If you don’t wanna participate, you can always opt out. Now, this is simple- You come to the front, say your name, where you’re from (reminder, this is Oregon-Washington area), and what your power, or powers, are!”
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(I’m just gonna say to wing it like in the last section.)
Soul grinned and stepped up first, pulling off his hood and stuffing his earbuds into his pockets. He made his way, and raised his hand in an open handed wave, a cheery grin on his face. “Yo! My name is Soul Toran! I’m from Salem Oregon! Well, I have been since I was 9, before that I lived in Detroit Michigan! But that’s enough about me! My two powers are... Blue Inferno, and Cosmic Hands! Blue Inferno allows me to create blue fire!” He showed off his power by kicking at the ground, and keeping his foot raised, a fireball of blue hovering on the tip of his foot. He grinned and kicked it into the air, and slammed it with a single punch, turning it into cinders while his hands pulsed with cosmic energy... “...and Cosmic Hands makes it so my hands are packed with cosmic energy, allowing me to do stuff like shoot laser beams and increase the power of my hand-based strikes!” He then gave a wave, a farewell, and headed back to his chair.
Tara follows after her cousin, and gave a rather unimpressive wave. However, she put on a grin, and crossed her arms defiantly, her eyes slanting into a slight glare. “Howdy there kiddos of the classroom! I’m Tara Thorn, and I’m cousins with that blue haired boy Soul, and I’m also from Salem! I never lived in Michigan though, so HAH! Either way! My powers are Blue Flash and Berserk! Blue Flash is just Blue Inferno, what Soul has, but baby mode. My Berserk on the other hand...” she raised her power percentage to 60 percent, her entire arm becoming a bright yellow in glow, as she pulled an orange from her pocket, which she had kept from breakfast... and crushed it with seemingly very little force, before punting that drained husk straight into the trash can. “...it does that. Anyway...” she put up two peace signs, and walked back to her seat casually...
Nero slowly began to walk back from the beach, dusting off his shoulders of sand. He felt like he should move faster, but he didn’t really wanna. Part of him didn’t wanna go to school, and the other part didn’t wanna face Seth yet, so he was kinda between a rock and a hard place. He sighed, and rubbed his head of clay-like, sandy hair... continuing on anyway, albeit slowly.