Post by Champ on May 26, 2013 20:10:15 GMT -4
((OOC:And so we begin again, complete with a pretentious quote to make the whole affair seem more important and high-minded than it actually is.))
Things had changed. The thought kept occuring to Wakeman as she looked out from her new office, taking in the city beyond. The world had changed so very, very much. There was no place that this was more obvious than Tremorton. After all, Tremorton had changed more than anywhere else over the years, and in many ways it was the center of this changing world. Wakeman could still remember what it was like when she'd first moved here to work on the Armagedroid project. Tremorton wasn't a city then. In truth it was little more than a tiny town, with hardly a thousand people living within its limits. The only things that made it noteworthy were its proximity to Wizzly World and its role in the creation of Armagedroid. Perhaps that was when the changes had started. Before long brilliant minds flocked to Tremorton, many working on projects for Skyway. Most of them stayed, and a young robotics industry began to grow there. The town followed, quickly becoming a small city.
And then came the heroes.
Wakeman often wondered about her own role in this particular change. After all, while it was certainly up for debate whether her Jenny was the first hero, there was little to disprove the idea that she had been the most important. In her wake many robots and metahumans had taken to the streets to dispense their own form of vigilante justice, and in doing so they changed everything. They changed the way the law of the land worked, they changed the way the people of Tremorton saw themselves, and they drew metahumans and their role in the world to the center of the conversation. The change was only accelerated by the eventual arrival of General Balam, and Star Force. Their battle against the metas of Tremorton had led to an explosion in the number of metahumans out there, and now their numbers were greater than ever. It was for them that Wakeman had built the building that she stood in now.
The Wakeman Academy, that was what she called it. A meaningless name, but one that reminded her constantly of her own importance in the days to come. She had created the school because the latest generation had more metahumans than any before it, and she felt the need to provide them with a place to learn how to use the gifts given to them. The school was where she hoped to begin to turn the future to fit the shape she wanted, where she hoped that she would have a chance to influence this new generation of metahumans, to set them on the right paths. This school had given her the rare chance to change the world. For her own reputation's sake she was up to the task.
Behind her the door opened. She didn't even have to turn from her office window to know who had come in. She also didn't have to guess why he was here. It was her security chief L, and he had inevitably come to ask a question that Wakeman had been waiting for from the moment she had started work on the school. She was surprised it had taken someone this long to ask it.
"What is it, L?" She asked, not turning to look at her new guest, "Is everything in order?"
L, for his part, seemed unfazed by her ability to tell who he was without looking.
"Yes, Doctor," He said, "Everything is ready for tomorrow, down to the last detail."
The Doctor nodded, finally turning to face him.
"Then what is it?" She asked, already fully aware of what was to follow.
"I've come to ask a question," L said, before adding, "And I must say that it's one I've been trying to figure out since you gave me this job."
Wakeman smiled. So the thought had occurred to someone before now.
"Go ahead and ask," She said, "I'll try to give you the best answer I can."
L nodded, hesitating slightly. Wakeman was surprised, he wasn't normally one to be concerned about how his actions would be perceived by others. She hoped that this meant she had earned some degree of respect from him.
"Well, to begin," He started, "The purpose of this academy is to make its students into heroes, correct?"
"Yes," Wakeman said, nodding.
"Than my question is simple," He said, "Do you really think you can do it? I mean, do you really think you can craft a whole generation of heroes? Because even without data its easy to tell that the odds are against you. There have only been a handful of what we call 'heroes' in the entire history of the planet, and the unfortunate truth shows that in the case of metahumans those that misuse their abilities are far more common than those that use them for the good of others. Do you honestly think that each of the over one-hundred students to enter this building will become a hero?"
Wakeman sat for a moment, glancing at her desk as she tried to think of the best way to answer this. There were several files open on her desk, and she smiled at them as she thought. These, after all, were the students she had the most faith in, and as she looked at them she found her words.
"To be frank, no," She said, "In fact, if I was to be totally honest, I would be surprised if even 10% of my students became so-called heroes when they left my school. That isn't the point. The point is to guide my students, to try to teach them how best to utilize their abilities. You're right, the metahuman population has unforunately created far more criminals than heroes, but that's because young metahumans have never had anywhere to go to learn how to use their abilities, and to be taught how to function within society. For most of them, I'll be happy if they simply walk through our doors better people than they were when they arrived."
A smile crossed her face as she spoke these last words, L's question still ringing in her head as she looked him in the eye.
"But for some of them, the best of them," She said, "Yes, I expect to make them heroes. You know as well as I do that I recruited each of these students for a reason. Each of them is exceptional, and each has the potential to become a hero. There is the potential for greatness in all of them. We just have to show them the path to attaining it."
Ayame Mars frowned as she looked through the gates in front of her, and out at the sprawling campus before her. As she looked at the school that was to become her new home, and the students already walking across its campus only one thought occurred to her. She didn't belong here.
Beside her her sister Skyler smiled, taking in the campus and its students with glee. Of course, Ayame knew that Skyler likely believed the very thing that Ayame herself didn't, that this was exactly where she belonged, and that she had earned her place because she was her father's daughter, and she was destined to replace him. Ayame herself had never been able to bring herself to quite believe that. After all, as much as she admired her father she wasn't him, and she dreaded that her darkest fears were right, and that she had been selected to attend the academy simply because she was her father's child. Worse yet, she feared that she would be held to his standard, and that when she was the reality of her ineptitude would be revealed to everyone. She believed she had the potential to be many things, but she didn't see herself as her father's replacement. She hoped that her teachers didn't see her as such either.
Skyler turned to her then, a broad smile on her face.
"Ready?" She said.
Ayame knew that she wasn't. She knew that she might never be. But for whatever reason her sister's smile gave her hope that maybe, if she was lucky, the two of them really were there for a reason.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she said.
With that she smiled, and alongside her sister walked through the gates, and onto the campus of Dr.Noreen Wakeman's Academy for the Gifted.
((OOC:Sorry for not setting up the next post, but I wanted to give everyone the chance to do an introductory post with their character before we all meet up for the first time.))
"The idol of today pushes the hero of yesterday out of our recollection; and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor of tomorrow."
-Washington Irving
-Washington Irving
Things had changed. The thought kept occuring to Wakeman as she looked out from her new office, taking in the city beyond. The world had changed so very, very much. There was no place that this was more obvious than Tremorton. After all, Tremorton had changed more than anywhere else over the years, and in many ways it was the center of this changing world. Wakeman could still remember what it was like when she'd first moved here to work on the Armagedroid project. Tremorton wasn't a city then. In truth it was little more than a tiny town, with hardly a thousand people living within its limits. The only things that made it noteworthy were its proximity to Wizzly World and its role in the creation of Armagedroid. Perhaps that was when the changes had started. Before long brilliant minds flocked to Tremorton, many working on projects for Skyway. Most of them stayed, and a young robotics industry began to grow there. The town followed, quickly becoming a small city.
And then came the heroes.
Wakeman often wondered about her own role in this particular change. After all, while it was certainly up for debate whether her Jenny was the first hero, there was little to disprove the idea that she had been the most important. In her wake many robots and metahumans had taken to the streets to dispense their own form of vigilante justice, and in doing so they changed everything. They changed the way the law of the land worked, they changed the way the people of Tremorton saw themselves, and they drew metahumans and their role in the world to the center of the conversation. The change was only accelerated by the eventual arrival of General Balam, and Star Force. Their battle against the metas of Tremorton had led to an explosion in the number of metahumans out there, and now their numbers were greater than ever. It was for them that Wakeman had built the building that she stood in now.
The Wakeman Academy, that was what she called it. A meaningless name, but one that reminded her constantly of her own importance in the days to come. She had created the school because the latest generation had more metahumans than any before it, and she felt the need to provide them with a place to learn how to use the gifts given to them. The school was where she hoped to begin to turn the future to fit the shape she wanted, where she hoped that she would have a chance to influence this new generation of metahumans, to set them on the right paths. This school had given her the rare chance to change the world. For her own reputation's sake she was up to the task.
Behind her the door opened. She didn't even have to turn from her office window to know who had come in. She also didn't have to guess why he was here. It was her security chief L, and he had inevitably come to ask a question that Wakeman had been waiting for from the moment she had started work on the school. She was surprised it had taken someone this long to ask it.
"What is it, L?" She asked, not turning to look at her new guest, "Is everything in order?"
L, for his part, seemed unfazed by her ability to tell who he was without looking.
"Yes, Doctor," He said, "Everything is ready for tomorrow, down to the last detail."
The Doctor nodded, finally turning to face him.
"Then what is it?" She asked, already fully aware of what was to follow.
"I've come to ask a question," L said, before adding, "And I must say that it's one I've been trying to figure out since you gave me this job."
Wakeman smiled. So the thought had occurred to someone before now.
"Go ahead and ask," She said, "I'll try to give you the best answer I can."
L nodded, hesitating slightly. Wakeman was surprised, he wasn't normally one to be concerned about how his actions would be perceived by others. She hoped that this meant she had earned some degree of respect from him.
"Well, to begin," He started, "The purpose of this academy is to make its students into heroes, correct?"
"Yes," Wakeman said, nodding.
"Than my question is simple," He said, "Do you really think you can do it? I mean, do you really think you can craft a whole generation of heroes? Because even without data its easy to tell that the odds are against you. There have only been a handful of what we call 'heroes' in the entire history of the planet, and the unfortunate truth shows that in the case of metahumans those that misuse their abilities are far more common than those that use them for the good of others. Do you honestly think that each of the over one-hundred students to enter this building will become a hero?"
Wakeman sat for a moment, glancing at her desk as she tried to think of the best way to answer this. There were several files open on her desk, and she smiled at them as she thought. These, after all, were the students she had the most faith in, and as she looked at them she found her words.
"To be frank, no," She said, "In fact, if I was to be totally honest, I would be surprised if even 10% of my students became so-called heroes when they left my school. That isn't the point. The point is to guide my students, to try to teach them how best to utilize their abilities. You're right, the metahuman population has unforunately created far more criminals than heroes, but that's because young metahumans have never had anywhere to go to learn how to use their abilities, and to be taught how to function within society. For most of them, I'll be happy if they simply walk through our doors better people than they were when they arrived."
A smile crossed her face as she spoke these last words, L's question still ringing in her head as she looked him in the eye.
"But for some of them, the best of them," She said, "Yes, I expect to make them heroes. You know as well as I do that I recruited each of these students for a reason. Each of them is exceptional, and each has the potential to become a hero. There is the potential for greatness in all of them. We just have to show them the path to attaining it."
CARTOON HEROES
Episode 1
Test Run
Episode 1
Test Run
Ayame Mars frowned as she looked through the gates in front of her, and out at the sprawling campus before her. As she looked at the school that was to become her new home, and the students already walking across its campus only one thought occurred to her. She didn't belong here.
Beside her her sister Skyler smiled, taking in the campus and its students with glee. Of course, Ayame knew that Skyler likely believed the very thing that Ayame herself didn't, that this was exactly where she belonged, and that she had earned her place because she was her father's daughter, and she was destined to replace him. Ayame herself had never been able to bring herself to quite believe that. After all, as much as she admired her father she wasn't him, and she dreaded that her darkest fears were right, and that she had been selected to attend the academy simply because she was her father's child. Worse yet, she feared that she would be held to his standard, and that when she was the reality of her ineptitude would be revealed to everyone. She believed she had the potential to be many things, but she didn't see herself as her father's replacement. She hoped that her teachers didn't see her as such either.
Skyler turned to her then, a broad smile on her face.
"Ready?" She said.
Ayame knew that she wasn't. She knew that she might never be. But for whatever reason her sister's smile gave her hope that maybe, if she was lucky, the two of them really were there for a reason.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she said.
With that she smiled, and alongside her sister walked through the gates, and onto the campus of Dr.Noreen Wakeman's Academy for the Gifted.
((OOC:Sorry for not setting up the next post, but I wanted to give everyone the chance to do an introductory post with their character before we all meet up for the first time.))