The New League: Roleplay [Revived!]

[stag]

Hera Colton - Non Gifted.
Location: Her Apartment and Then The Sidewalk.
An Employee For The New League, In The Filing Department.
She/They


7:30AM

Her alarm echoed through the dark room. Causing the 19 year old to almost throw the phone across the space. Yet they still got up,only clearly a tad bit upset. Her boyfriend still unable to be contacted.Why? They had zero clue. He had refused to pick up the phone for a month or even read her texts. Was there even a reason he had ghosted her out of the blue? They wouldn’t know until he stopped being an asshole and actually responded. UGH! They picked up the thin black block that held the alarm’s off button,Swiftly pressing it. Hera sat up in the bed, Staring blankly at the screens message, “delivered”. Gosh, why was she worried about this right now, they had work today. The women hesitated as she closed the messaging app, they stood up.

7:35AM

They roughly walked over to her dresser, fuzzy eyes glancing over each drawer as they picked out their usual outfit of clothing. A leather jacket, baggy jeans with rips below the knee and a blackish grey tee shirt. Next was her shoes, not many option’s considering the other two pairs were dirty and worn. She selected the obvious choice, a pair of black and white skate shoes that she stole from her boyfriend a while back. They had only been worn a few times after that, as to not damage them. But today was busy, it’s not like she had much of anything to do anyways. She had plenty of college work to complete after work, and that was pretty much it. Maybe do a deep clean of her apartment?

7:50AM

When she was ready wardrobe wise next was brushing her teeth. The women walked to the bathroom, turning the light on, only then putting in her contacts. Then they picked up the toothbrush and toothpaste, opting to skip wetting it and just went straight to brushing. After that was mouthwash, her eyes already searching across the cluttered counter top, finding the blue bottle fairly quickly. They poured the correct amount of it into a separate small cup and gargled it in her mouth before spitting it into the sink. Letting the water run for a few seconds afterwards. Hera roughly took a comb through her hair,Making sure to remove any knots. They walked out of the bathroom, turning the light off as she did so.
They contemplated taking the blue sedan that was parked outfront, but chose against. “I’m not wasting gas on like a 20 minute walk.” They muttered. She walked to the kitchen,Thanking her previous self for putting all of the necessary things into the coffee maker the previous night. While waiting for the brew to begin, they grabbed a thermos and its respective cover, putting it under the spout. Leaning over the counter and grabbing the bottle of hot sauce then waited. Unscrewing the glass bottles top and poured a small amount into the thermos as the coffee poured into it. A small smile on her face, They turned to the brewer off and put the bottle down when the desired amount of coffee had filled the thermos. They put the cover on and walked towards the hanger that held her car keys but didn’t pick them up. Instead grabbing her apartment keys and bag, flinging it over her shoulder before walking out of the apartment. Locking it behind her, the women started their trip to work as they walked through the hallway and out of the complex.

8:30AM

Hera walked through the street, the sun still an unwelcome presence above her. They then faintly remembered Vessie, a smile rimming the corners of the women's mouth as the pleasant memories of walking with the younger girl came to mind. They were one of the few people who knew her secret identity. Which was a bad thing but it made her wonder who else knew. Now walking alone of their way to work was still a change she was getting used too though.

[open.]

@Estelle (Thought you may wanna see this)

[Estelle]

Vesper Waught
Civilian identity guarded | Phantasia Sia, Tassie | She/Her | New League commons -> New League Tower Lobby.

She couldn't say she enjoyed early mornings. Though, she didn't mind them either. News of the two bodies spread like wildfire across the tower and aross town, straight to the of her aunt included. That morning, Vesper woke up to a few panicked messages from the aforementioned women, who send them just before leaving for work. Vesper had replied to her since, reassuring her that she was fine. But the news left a bitter taste in her mouth. Sometimes, just sometimes, Vesper wished she didn't have to be involved in all this. She knew why she was here, granted, her aunt knew little of these 'gifts' many at the tower were born with. But did she truly have to learn how to control it? Wouldn't life be simpler if she had just stayed home? It wasn't as though she was indispensable.

But then came those moments where she didn't dislike being here, only missed home (after all, up until a few weeks ago, she still commuted from home. And if it wasn't for those darn bus times changing, she still would be). The New League wasn't that bad, then. In fact, Vesper had spend many hours walking through Rigor's museum, marvelling at all the forbidden elements that were displayed, wondering what they may be able to do. And there were days where she'd walk down the hallway and wonder; would she see Rigor walk these halls someday?
No, see. Vesper didn't dislike it here. She just missed home. After all, she had only turned sixteen just over a month ago - the girl was still young as can be, and quite attached to her aunt. But she realised the practicality of her presence here; the practicality of being able to learn from well adapted teachers. That just didn't make it any easier.

Ah. The young girl was pulled from her many thoughts as her phone rung, a soft tune playing to announce that it was time for her to get up. She wasted no time turning it off, already having been awake for quite some time. She just hadn't moved away from her comfortable bed, yet, but would have to now. She sigh. Putting the phone, decorate in a white case with a pink flower pattern, down on a nightstand provided by the tower, Vesper finally got up. She put away the book she'd been reading the previous night in the drawer then headed to the build-in closet. For how peculiar living at the New League tower was, it wasn't the worst. Sure she missed home a lot and the safe feeling spaces there, but at least she still saw her aunt during weekends. And the unlimited access to information she had here was, admittedly, sometimes a source of comfort.

Looking through her closet, se was quick to find one of the two uniforms she had: they were identical, washed every other day so she could be dressed cleanly should one dirty. Getting dressed was quickly done and after a quick bite of breakfast the girl was off. She wasn't sure what was planned for today. Though, it likely wouldn't take long for something to come up. That's how it always went, as she stepped into the elevator that still had her stomach drop whenever the doors hesitated even a moment before opening (she quite hated the thought of becoming a pancake on the ground floor).
Gently pushing the button on the little mechanical box, that blinked alive to reveal an adorable drawing as a background screen, Vesper pulled up her messenger.
"You up?"
The pink-haired girl send a quick message to her pink-tipped counter part, a woman who worked within the tower. Their paths didn't cross as often anymore, but Vesper continued to enjoy her company.
[ @Larissa ]

Stuffing away her phone, knowing she'll hear a little ring should she receive a reply, Vesper emerged at the bottom of the tower, within the Lobby. Being unsure what was to happen this morning, she had opted to waiting for a few of the other patrol members. That way she could silently follow whoever seemed to know what they had to do, and end where she was supposed to be. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence; for how organised Vesper was, keeping track of exact schedules and never running a second late, whenever a hole came in such schedule the young girl found herself at a loss. And today, was one such days.


[ Open ]

[dino.]

Originally Posted by naiad

Covey crossed his arms and tilted his head as he observed the suit in front of him. A mechanical wonder, truly; the boy sometimes wished he had any kind of knack for tinkering or mechanics. Rigor’s original suit would always be awe-inspiring no matter how many times he had seen it - which, uh, had been ten times at this point. What? The museum was pretty cool! Besides, it was usually a fairly quiet part of the new league tower. Plus Covey was brushing up on his history, which was totally something an intellect, such as himself, would do.

He turned around, looking out one of the windows to the ground which lay 600 floors below. Man, he would give anything to sneak onto the roof and glide off - he’d be in the air for ages with height like that. Had it not been for the security blockages, he likely would have impulsively done so by now. His hand reach up and began absent-mindedly fiddling with one of his earrings and he glanced towards the door. He should probably go down and get breakfast soon - he had come to visit the museum as soon as he was up and dressed, forgoing food so far.

[ location: rigor’s personal museum | @dino. ]

Raphael Acker (Ice Hound) - he/him - Rigor's Personal Museum

Mist hissed through the teeth in Raphael's mask as he shut the door to Rigor's museum behind him.

Walking around the Tower in his hero garb was uncomfortable, but he was more willing to be safe rather than sorry, and in any case taking a detour to this smaller space of the Tower always offered a chance to pull the mask off and breathe a bit easier. It rubbed at his jaw a bit, something he'd have to take up with R&D or costume design to get fixed. No one came here often, at least not when he typically was around, so with a breath of relief he pressed the buttons on the sides of the mask and slid it off. Sweet, fresh air.

Raph rounded a corner, spotted a brand-new exhibit, realized it WASN'T an exhibit at ALL, and immediately jerked back to fumble with the mask. His elbow knocked against the wall and he nearly sent an item crashing to the floor; a squeak escaped him as the thing teetered on the edge of its platform and stopped. Thank GOD.

A slow peek around the corner again as he refixed his mask, because there was no way whoever that was hadn't heard him. "Uh. Hello?"

[beau]

Originally Posted by dino.

Raphael Acker (Ice Hound) - he/him - Rigor's Personal Museum

Mist hissed through the teeth in Raphael's mask as he shut the door to Rigor's museum behind him.

Walking around the Tower in his hero garb was uncomfortable, but he was more willing to be safe rather than sorry, and in any case taking a detour to this smaller space of the Tower always offered a chance to pull the mask off and breathe a bit easier. It rubbed at his jaw a bit, something he'd have to take up with R&D or costume design to get fixed. No one came here often, at least not when he typically was around, so with a breath of relief he pressed the buttons on the sides of the mask and slid it off. Sweet, fresh air.

Raph rounded a corner, spotted a brand-new exhibit, realized it WASN'T an exhibit at ALL, and immediately jerked back to fumble with the mask. His elbow knocked against the wall and he nearly sent an item crashing to the floor; a squeak escaped him as the thing teetered on the edge of its platform and stopped. Thank GOD.

A slow peek around the corner again as he refixed his mask, because there was no way whoever that was hadn't heard him. "Uh. Hello?"

Covey had just about decided to go down and get breakfast when a small commotion suddenly echoed through the otherwise silent room. He jumped, wings flaring out slightly with alarm as a he spun around to locate the source of the noise.

There, peeking around the corner, was a ludicrously tall person - easily a foot taller than Covey and with a few inches to spare. He found himself thankful that he had kept the shawl of his hood pulled up over the lower half of his face, hiding the fact that his jaw had dropped. It was only when the other person spoke that he came to his senses and composed himself some.

“Hello,” Covey returned the greeting. His feathers began to smooth themselves from their ruffled state as he began puzzling what exactly this guy did to make such a noise. “Did you knock something over?” Oh, did that sound accusatory or something? Crap. “I wouldn’t tell if you did,” he quickly backpedaled, “but, uh. Yeah. Sick mask by the way.” Geez, running into someone up here had really scattered his thoughts - to be fair though, it was a pretty cool mask.

[WinterMara]

| Ace Walsh/Windwaker - She/They - Patrol Commons/Mass Commons | Open! |

Ace woke up, a bit late than she planned too. . .well shoot. Well, there's no need to worry, she can rush things pretty well if needed. So, she rushed basically all of her basic preparations, before speeding out the door. They decided to head down to the Mass Common Room, to prevent herself from getting bored to death. Right now, she was unsure if she wanted to talk to anyone, guess she'd decide if someone approached her.

[stag]

Hera Colton - Non Gifted.
Location: The Sidewalk To The New League Lobby
An Employee For The New League, In The Filing Department.
She/They

The older teens' eyes are drawn towards the crosswalk. Carefully pressing the button on the light that allowed them to pass, they proceeded when the white stick figure appeared. Only to find themself nearly jumping out of the way of a car- the driver looking away from the very clear person in front of them. Are you freaking kidding right now- god can people have things like super sight and hearing yet somehow almost hit somebody walking across the street. After making sure she was okay and all of her items were undamaged, they kept walking. Gripping onto their thermos until their knuckles were a clear white. Then their phone chimes a loud *ding*

The ping on her phone sends a grin wide on their face. “You up?” Simple yet a kind two words. “Nah, Just walking down the street like a zombie. I'm only kidding, what's up kiddo?” She swiftly answered back. Staring at it a little longer before hitting the send button. Hera wasn’t normally the kind of person to really care for messages but Ellie was different, so was their father and mother, and sometimes her boyfriend. They stared at the screen before pressing the side button and the phone went dark once more as they put it back in her back pocket.

The woman roughly sighed, eyes locking onto the door of the tall skyscraper before her. Scarred hand gripping the handle, while a brief thought of them just going home and calling in sick today danced swiftly in and out of her mind. Finally opening the door she walked into the building's large lobby. Avoiding anyone who didn’t either work here or was a hero. But one person caught her eye, instantly making them speed walk over. Avoiding calling out the hero’s actual name and replacing it with a swift change into her hero one. The nineteen year old whispered as she drew near. “Phantasia, how’s it going kid?”

Their relationship was somewhat difficult to describe, but the best way to explain it was Sisters. Obviously them taking on the older sister role due to age, and Ves being younger by about Three years. Even one time watching movies together that had made Ves started to tear up at the opening of Tarzan- “Have you been watching any movies recently? Any that have made you tear up?” She asks quietly, still whispering as they laughed slightly at the memory. Meeting the younger girl face to face for the first time in a small while, having moved into the New League Building and Them still their apartment in ‘The Four Spire’


@Estelle

[Shade.]

@naiad

Raina wasn't much of a talker, nor did she enjoy the company of others, especially not after the incident. But business was business (thought the former businesswoman, haha), and she needed to sort out some paperwork for their patrol. She needed to write down a few things about the members that she didn't know about. She knew teenagers probably didn't have a lot of experience with this stuff, so she took it upon herself. Hence, she had to ask.
Ah, Cove was there perfect.
"The league administrations needs some statistics on our resources and insurance, could you spare a minute to answer a few questions?" she asked, directly and straight to the point.

[beau]

It was a quiet (i.e. boring) day in the New League tower today. A handful of people seemed busy prepping for Victory Day, which Covey was avoiding like the plague. His mother always made a big show of going out to see the Victory Day parade with a group of her friends and their kids, which meant Covey could not under any circumstances participate as a New League member. He was considering attending as a civilian, and just playing it off as a surprise for his mom, but he was still deliberating on that.

A voice drew him from his thoughts, and the boy looked up to see one of his patrol members, of all people. “Hello to you too, X.” There was no true sarcasm in his tone as he poked fun at her directness. “Yeah, I got time. What do they need to know?” Paperwork was not his forte - last doctor’s appointment he had to call his mom to help him answer some of the questions - so Covey did appreciate that X seemed to be fine with handling all of that stuff.

@Shade.

[Willowfern]

Kingston narrowed their eyes. Dear Lord this kid was already on a high horse. Good citizen? Pshaw! League kids were so full of themselves nowadays.
Kingston tried their best to wipe off as much of the coffee as they could, barely listening to the kid’s advice, though they did make note of it and decide that what more harm could come to their shirt if the kid’s words were false? They’d try it. They dumped out the remaining coffee into a bush.
“A cinnamon roll?” They echoed, an eyebrow raised. Hardly worth a cent of their costly shirt, but why not? As they reached for a cinnamon roll, the idea of the rolls possibly being poisoned flitted across their mind, and they batted it away irritably. There was no possible way that this klutz was trying to kill them, “Sure, why not,” They muttered, taking one and biting into it, eyes once again roving over the kid and analyzing him, “This isn’t too bad,” They observed.
@Shade.

[Shade.]

Originally Posted by naiad

It was a quiet (i.e. boring) day in the New League tower today. A handful of people seemed busy prepping for Victory Day, which Covey was avoiding like the plague. His mother always made a big show of going out to see the Victory Day parade with a group of her friends and their kids, which meant Covey could not under any circumstances participate as a New League member. He was considering attending as a civilian, and just playing it off as a surprise for his mom, but he was still deliberating on that.

A voice drew him from his thoughts, and the boy looked up to see one of his patrol members, of all people. “Hello to you too, X.” There was no true sarcasm in his tone as he poked fun at her directness. “Yeah, I got time. What do they need to know?” Paperwork was not his forte - last doctor’s appointment he had to call his mom to help him answer some of the questions - so Covey did appreciate that X seemed to be fine with handling all of that stuff.

@Shade.

Raina wasn't really offended by the sarcastic comment, she was aware of social norms but was pointedly ignoring them. No point to fit into a society that didn't care about you one bit. Her light brown eyes scanned the papers in her hand once more.
"They'reasking uf theres any technical issues in your sleeping quarters like lights and outlets malfunctioning. They also need to know how much of the provided budget you're using." she said matter if factly. These questions mostly didn't apply to her as she did not live in the tower and wasn't a minor who needed financial support. She did get paid of course but that was different.

( @Willowfern sorry if im making a lot of stuff up, i tried to make it as generic/close to what you'vetold me as possible.)