Screw editing it. I'll just make a new post.
I think..... We might have enough for now. We can always bring them in later, if we want to. (the ol' New Student thing, anyone?)
So.... HERE WE GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo!!!!11!
"Ugh.... Why is the bus so late?"
Kirk stopped his grumbling after he got an elbow to the rib from Meara.
"Quit complaining. You actually WANT to hurry to school?" She said to him with disgruntalation in her voice.
"Normally, yes. But I can't wait to go to Sky High! I mean, c'mon. I'm gonna do great! I know it!" Kirk put a hand on Meara's arm. "Watch."
Taking a step back from her, Kirk stood straight, bent down and jumped. His launch sent him several feet in the air, and he leaned his body and did a double front flip before landing gracefully on his feet.
"Well? How was that?"
Meara looked very unimpressed. "Nothing I haven't seen already a few hundred times."
Kirk gave her an incredulous look. "You're just jealous cuz you can't do it."
Meara raised an eyebrow at him. "Can't I?"
Without even moving an arm, she closed her eyes and her body lifted up a few feet in the air. She spun her body around a couple times, then set herself down again.
Kirk raised his eyebrows slightly, quite impressed. "I didn't know you had gotten that good yet."
Meara shrugged. "I've been practicing. Oh look, there it is!"
Kirk leaned forward in the street, further forward than anyone else could (at a 45 degree angle) and he saw that the bright yellow School bus was indeed approaching.
"AwRIGHT! Finally!"
The bus eased to a stop in front of them, the door closest to Meara than Kirk.
The door opened, and the bus driver was able to be seen.
"Hey there, kids! Ron Wilson, bus driver! C'mon in!"
Meara stepped up into the bus, recieving a polite tip of the hat and a hello from the corpulent driver. Kirk got on and Ron said heya and the two students looked at the occupants of the bus.
Nearly every seat was taken, and the range of the variance in the students was quite extensive at first sight.
Kirk looked through and tried to find a seat. He spotted an empty one, near the middle. He nudged Meara along to that seat, and she willfully went along with it. She took the window seat and Kirk got the edge. Once they sat the bus began to lurch forward and on their way.
The bus moved along slowly, picking up kids here and there.
Kirk started up a conversation with meara. "Did you get the impression that our bus driver is a wuss?"
Meara looked at Kirk funny. "What do you mean?"
"He's driving SO SLOW! It's painful to endure!"
"Just because you can comprehend fast moving things doesn't give you a reason to complain about slow movers."
"Hey, I like to move fast, okay? QUICKLY QUICKLY! It's how I roll!"
Meara gave Kirk's face a push. "Please, like I don't know that well enough. You always running circles around me, doing flips over me, I know darn well how you like speed."
"You say it like it's a bad thing."
"Well.... No, but it does get annoying every so often."
The bus suddenly turned into a road that was clearly marked off as under construction and closed.
"Eh?" Kirk stood up in his seat to see what was going on.
Ron Wilson turned on his PA system. "Hold on, kiddies! Our next stop is Sky High! Hold on!"
The bus picked up speed rapidly, getting faster by the second.
"What's going on?" Meara started to look worried.
"Ah, YEAH! This is more like it!" Kirk exclaimed and sat down, ready for more speed.
Then the road came to an end.
And there was nothing but air underneath them for a few hundred feet.
Every student in the bus began to scream, Kirk included.
Ron, calm as a pickle, spoke into his PA system again. "No worries, kids! I'm a professional bus driver!"
"THANKS FOR THE REASSURANCE!" Meara yelled out in anger and fear.
After plumetting for a few more meters, Ron gripped a lever beside him, and gave it a mighty pull.
Suddenly, out of the sides of the bus, wings folded out. Meara was right beside them and got a first hand look at the transformation.
Then, with a second flip of a lever, jet engines popped out of the back of the bus. The engines burst into life, and the bus began to jet forward at an incredible rate.
Soaring through the air at an incredible speed, the school bus was piloted by the expertly trained hand of Ron Wilson. His great arms steered the vehicle with well practiced prescision, only making a an adjustment to direction here and there.
All the students inside of this bus were looking out of the window in a mix of awe and fright. One girl went into frights, since she was afraid of heights, but a guy came and comforted her right away.
Ron spoke into his PA system. "Is everyone okay? Good!" he continued without giving an answer. "In a few seconds, past this cloud and to the left, you will see the school Sky High!"
One cloud was passed and the great school was revealed.
It was a great building, positioned on top of a hovering, artificial field of grass set on top of a metal plate with a dome-like bottom. The school itself had a standard school shape to it, but banners of varying sorts and colors flew on it's entrance side, a statue of the great hero who founded the school right in the center of the front of the school.
Kirk peered over Meara's shoulder at the school. He could feel a few other students leaning over to see the magnificennt building, but they sat down in their seats once Ron said they were coming in for a landing.
The bus settled on the ground in a smooth, soft landing on the ground of the school. Several other busses were parked already, and Ron was the 7th of them in line.
The door of the bus opened up and the students piled out, feeling slightly thankful for their feet being placed on the ground.
As soon as Kirk and Meara got out of the bus, they saw the myriad of powers at work on the front grounds.
A team of cheerleaders was cheering to Sky High. Upon closer inspection Kirk noticed that they were infact the same girl, multiplied several times. Kirk saw a guy with laser vision zap a girls ass playfully, followed by her using freeze powers on him, encasing him in a block of ice. A guy with elastic powers was taking huge strides to move faster through the crowd, his legs extended. A speed runner was running around in a blur around the groups of people, hardly able to be seen. A couple flyers flew overhead, and a technopath was messing around with some electronics by using mastery over technology via telekinesis.
Kirk couldn't help but whistle in amazement. "Wow." He said to Meara.
She surveyed the scene and was in wonderment at all the different powers that was being beheld there.
"You the rookies?"
The students that had been in the bus with Kirk and Meara turned to a voice that had addressed them.
It was a tall, dashing boy, in his senior years at Sky High evidently, and he had an air of control around him, like no one could question his authority.
"Well? Are you the rookies?"
"Yes." A timid girl said quietly.
"Good. Follow me, then." He turned on his heel and strode for the school, everyone following him, Kirk in the lead.
He lead the group into the gym of the school, a great huge room with plenty of space, and a hardwood flooring with concrete rafters rising up from the ground and to the roof.
The older guy spun on the heel again and faced the rookies.
"You must know me before you continue in Sky High. I am Daraki Fleck, or just Fleck, if you please. I am the student body president, and I have brought you here to get assessed."
An uneasy murmur spread through the rookies. Assessed, already?
Kirk punched his palm. "Bring it! I'm ready!"
Fleck gave Kirk a cold stare, which made him stop immediatly. "Before we do that though, you should know the classes." He cleared his throat. "Depending on the magnitude of your powers, you will be seperated into either the Hero class or the Sidekick class. After that there is no turning back from your designated class. Any questions?"
A tall, burly student stuck his hand up. Fleck turned his face to him.
"Who decides which class we go to?" He asked.
"That would be none other than-"
Fleck stopped speaking and in the middle of the gym behind Fleck a round platform crashed down. It was like half of a sphere, cut in half down the middle. Standing on it was a tall man, in a blue jacket, white shorts and a blue and white baseball cap. He was carrying a clipboard, and he looked to be of middle age.
"Me." The teacher on the platform said in a voice that commanded respect.
Fleck looked up to the teacher. "I'll leave the rookies in your hands, Coach."
Coach didn't even turn his head. "Fine. I got them."
Fleck walked around the rookies and out of the gym. They watched him go, but their attention was snapped to the coach.
"Lissen up, rookies! I'm gonna be the one who decides where you go, and it's up to me to tell you where to go! You can call me Coach Boomer, better known as SONICBOOM!"
The last word was magnified to a dangerous level of loudness, sending a shockwave through the air and knocking hats off of heads. It was apparent he was the old, retired superhero from a decade ago that used his voice as a weapon.
"Now, each and every one of you will step up to this platform and display your power. From there I will decide if you're a Hero or a Sidekick. Got it?"
A murmur of agreement was heard in the rookies.
"I said, GOT IT!?" He used his power to yell out the last two words.
"Yes sir!" The rookies replied back in sudden entusiasm.
"Good! Now then..." Boomer looked at his clipboard. "Perry! Get yer butt up here!"
A rather short boy stepped up to the platform. His hair was short, but dyed black and gelled above the ears to spike out. He looked rather skinny, but still had a feeling of strength around him.
"Perry! I knew your dad." Boomer snapped his fingers. "Show me what you got."
"Gladly."
As that word was spoken, somehow they were turned to be visible sound waves in the air. They moved like water, only not quite, and they were floating in the air. Perry held his hand under the waves, and he moved his hand around and the waves circled around Boomer in rapid circles.
"What in the...." Boomer said, confused.
As the words were said, teh waves increased in size and visibility. Perry moved his hand still, and the waves returned to hovering above his hand.
"Ah, control of sound energy. How good are you at it?"
Perry flicked his hand and the waves hit Boomer in the face, acting like a punch to the face.
"NO STRIKING THE TEACHER!" Boomer yelled out with his massive voice.
With much concentration, Perry focused all sound energy produced by Boomer and were added to the wave formation that was at his whim. The swarm of noise was now much larger than before, and looked like Perry was struggling to hold it all.
"Wow. Good job! Go on to Hero class, son!"
Perry's face cracked in a smile and the sound waves were released from his control. It sent a shockwave spreading across the whole gym, uprooting floorboards and shatttering windows. Perry jumped off the platform and went to sit in the bleachers to watch everyone else.
"Next up is.... Farnkner! Where are you?"
A mid sized boy stepped up to the platform. He had on only a simple button shirt over an under t-shirt and denim jeans, and his brown hair matched the color of the outer shirt.
"I'm Guy Farnkner."
"Thanks for that useless, already known info. Whatcha got?"
"This." Farnkner waved his hand and a sudden gust of wind nearly knocked everyone off their feet.
Boomer was unaffected by this show. He stood resolutely and stared down Farnkner. "So you can make a pretty gust of wind. Very nice. Anything else?"
"Yep! Sure do!"
Farnkner waved both his hands from straight out and into his body. He suddenly lifted off and flew into the air. He zoomed a few laps around the gym, moving at quite a considerable speed.
"Nice. You can control the wind. You're not the first I've seen."
"That's not all. I got more!" Farnkner said as he landed on the ground, away from the platform.
He waved his hand and a chair flew from it's resting place on the gym wall and into his hands. He held it up with both arms, then wiggled his fingers to levitate the chair in the air. He spun his hands around in a circle, and the chair began to rotate. It started slow, then picked up speed faster and faster, until it was mainly a blur and nothing else.
Boomer tapped his feet impatiently.
Farnkner suddenly lifted his arms up and threw them down on the ground. It sent the chair flying into the air, but it was no longer recognizable as a chair.
A burning fireball was streaking across the cavernous room, ricocheting off of the concrete and zooming around, it's flight manipulated by Farkners expert control.
Boomer couldn't help but crack a smile. "Very nice! Very nice indeed! Hero class!"
"Really?" Farnkner smiled and stopped his control of the burning chair. It bounced on the ground a few times before coming to a stop by the wall, still smoldering. Farnkner strode over and took a place behind Perry in the bleachers.
"Now for...... Mc..... McAwesomepants?"
A male hopped onto the platform. "Thats me. Robert McAwesomepants"
Boomer raised an eyebrow. "What can you do? Set yoru pants on fire?"
The rookies laughed politely.
Robert grinned to one side. He stuck his chest out, made a strange internal sound, and made a humungous belch. The sheer volume of this burp was enough to shake the platform, and Boomer was nearly sent off the side of the stand.
"Oh... kay. Strange as it is, it's useful. Hero!"
Robert did a strange victory dance for a second, then went and joined Farnkner and Perry.
"Now for Murphy! You there, Murphy?"
Meara stepped from the crowd and onto the platform. She tripped on a step on the way up, but regained her balance quickly and stood in front of Boomer.
"So what can you do?"
"I can manipulate gravity on objects in my surroundings."
"Sounds good. Prove it."
"Okay...." Meara stood straight, moved her hands off of her side and concentrated. Her eyes shut in the effort, and the platform was beginning to shake. Boomer looked down cautiosly, and contemplated jumping off. He stood his ground, however, and the platform was raised well off of the ground and hovered several meters off the ground.
"Okay! Okay! You get to go to hero class! Now put me down!"
Meara relaxed slowly and the platform was set back down to the ground.
The tryouts went on for a while longer, bringing in a burly, sasquatch-like boy, a pirate-ninja, an electricity user, and a girl with high skill in weapons and super strength into the Hero class. A few made it into sidekicks, but not really that many.
There was only Kirk left.
"KIRK! Get up here!"
Kirk took a few steps and did a high jump onto the platform with very little effort.
"Ready, Boomer! Prepare to be amazed...."
"A hotshot, huh? Put your money where your mouth is."
"Don't worry about that.... Heh heh...."
"Shut up and go!"
Kirk cracked his neck, did a quick ham strong stretch, then prepared to jump.
He bounded off the platform and flew in the air for a few meters. He landed on his feet and began to run as fast as he could. He ran along one wall of the gym at a speed that was still seeable, and was far faster than a normal human. He turned the corner and jumped onto the wall. His momentum enabled him to run a few steps on the side of the wall, but wasn't enough to keep him there for long. He kicked off the wall and did a side-flip and landed on his feet on the ground and kept running, not stopping once.
He ran straight forward and plumeted straight for the bleachers where everyone was sitting. He took a leap, jumped off a bleacher chair, soared over a few more, did another jump, nearly straight up and over Meara, landing a seat bahind her and taking more running jumps on bleacher seats, dodging in between sitting students, then met the wall.
Instead of stopping, Kirk put a foot on the wall and began to run up the wall. He couldn't go very far again, but instead of running down again he bent down and kicked off of the wall. He did a double flying backflip in the air, over the students, then landed on his feet. Kirk made a sweetass landing position as he landed, both hands outstretched and feet in angular positions. He breathed in and out hard. He always had a stamina problem.....
The students burst into appaluse at the amazing show of agility and speed.
Boomer sighed and yelled out "Hero."
Kirk stood up and did a quick victory dance, resembling a mix between the chicken dance and the macarena.
And so the Swiftman is tired...... Been typing for 4 hours straight.... *stumbles to bed and crashes on bed*
