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Powers, Identity, and The World; Embracing the Real You - Friday, Period One
When the students filed in for class today, they would find themselves stepping into a typical classroom, desks neatly arranged, with two teachers standing at the front of the room. One of them had his arms crossed over his leather-wrapped chest and was looking over the students thoughtfully. The other was a girl in her early twenties, dressed in a simple blue sweater and dark jeans. She kept fidgeting with a necklace around her neck, specifically with the pendant, which appeared to be two rings.
It was the thoroughly leather-wrapped man who spoke first, because what better way to break the students into having a class about powers than by kicking off the first lesson with telepathy?
//So, as you lot might have gathered, today's class is about powers. And identity.// A beat. //And the world. Which is pretty much what it sounds like on the tin, if you get right down to it. Over the course of the semester, we'll be exploring the impact that having powers might have had on who you are, what the rest of the world might think of you, and how it all ties together. As you might have guessed, we'll be teaching from experience. Last I checked, there weren't exactly textbooks on this sort of thing.//
“If there were, we’d probably throw them out,” the dark-haired girl said. “We’re also going to be talking about who you are, as a person. The word ‘you’ includes your powers, because that’s who you are, but that isn’t all you are. You have interests, friends, wants, needs. You have a favorite color, pet peeves, a secret crush. You’re a complete being. Never forget that. What your powers are may be part of it, but they can only ever be part.”
//Today, we're going to… do that thing you've all got to be sick of by now,// Jono said, shrugging his shoulders. //But at the very least, once we get this out of the way, you won't have to do it for the rest of the semester unless you have other Friday classes. Introductions. I'm Jonothon Starsmore. I'll grudgingly answer to Professor Starsmore if you insist, but I much prefer Jono, or Jon. My power ought to be at least partway obvious by this point,// he tapped at the side of his head, //and I've got a good deal of experience with the world around me expecting me to be defined by what my mutant genetics allow me to do, because besides the telepathy, I'm a walking force of flaming destruction. But… besides all that? I was Prom King my graduating year, and I run the music shop in town. Wanted to be a musician growing up, actually. Still play the guitar from time to time.//
That was relevant to the introductions, yes. They would get to that part in a minute.
“My name’s Rinoa Heartilly, and you can just call me Rinoa,” the girl said, calmly. “I own the Magic Box. When I was seventeen years old, I became a Sorceress. No one here seems to know what that means, but I have nearly limitless arcane power at my fingertips. The difficulty is not getting lost in it, whenever it gets out.”
She lifted her shoulders. “But that’s not all I am. I also have a dog named Angelo, and she’s a trained rescue puppy. I own the Magic Box store downtown. I’ve been dating Squall, the grumpy guy who owns the comics shop, for years now, and he’s really taking his time proposing. I love reading. I’ve been restoring an ancient library, back home, and it’s really fascinating stuff.”
Rinoa looked around the room. “It’s your turn,” she said. “Like Jono said, we’re doing introductions. You can talk about what powers you have if you want, but you don’t have to. That’s not what we’re interested in, right now. What we want to know is, who are you? What’s something you love, and something you hate? What are your hobbies? What’s something interesting about you, the person you are outside of whatever powers you have?”
//In fact,// Jono added, //during the course of this semester, you are never, under any circumstances, going to be required to tell us about your powers. Which brings us to the rules for this class. We don't have many, and the ones we do have all boil down to your personal comfort, and to respect. Nothing anybody discusses in this room leaves this room, unless the person doing the sharing brings it up outside of the classroom themselves. It's nobody's bloody business what we can do, not until we decide it ought to be. Most of you, I'd wager, are already well aware of why.//
“If you’re ever asked a question you don’t want to answer,” Rinoa offered, “it’s simple. You say that you don’t have any powers and you must be in the wrong class. That’s it. It doesn’t matter if last week you were talking about your telekinesis abilities; this week, you don’t have powers and you’re in the wrong class. That’s the universal sign for ‘drop it, I don’t want to talk about it.’ And if you really are unpowered and did end up in the wrong class, you’re welcome to stay, so long as you have respect for everyone around you.”
//After introductions, we'd like to talk a bit about what you're hoping to get out of this class,// Jono added, nodding in agreement with what Rinoa said. //If it's a better understanding of people with powers because you're in the wrong class, excellent. Be respectful of your classmates. If it's a better idea of how to balance your identity with what the world expects you to be or fears you are, good, let us know. We'll do our best through the semester to accommodate. And with that… we're opening the floor.// He waved a hand at the class at large. //Whoever wants to kick this off, please, do.//
[OOC:Please hold for OCD! Open!]
It was the thoroughly leather-wrapped man who spoke first, because what better way to break the students into having a class about powers than by kicking off the first lesson with telepathy?
//So, as you lot might have gathered, today's class is about powers. And identity.// A beat. //And the world. Which is pretty much what it sounds like on the tin, if you get right down to it. Over the course of the semester, we'll be exploring the impact that having powers might have had on who you are, what the rest of the world might think of you, and how it all ties together. As you might have guessed, we'll be teaching from experience. Last I checked, there weren't exactly textbooks on this sort of thing.//
“If there were, we’d probably throw them out,” the dark-haired girl said. “We’re also going to be talking about who you are, as a person. The word ‘you’ includes your powers, because that’s who you are, but that isn’t all you are. You have interests, friends, wants, needs. You have a favorite color, pet peeves, a secret crush. You’re a complete being. Never forget that. What your powers are may be part of it, but they can only ever be part.”
//Today, we're going to… do that thing you've all got to be sick of by now,// Jono said, shrugging his shoulders. //But at the very least, once we get this out of the way, you won't have to do it for the rest of the semester unless you have other Friday classes. Introductions. I'm Jonothon Starsmore. I'll grudgingly answer to Professor Starsmore if you insist, but I much prefer Jono, or Jon. My power ought to be at least partway obvious by this point,// he tapped at the side of his head, //and I've got a good deal of experience with the world around me expecting me to be defined by what my mutant genetics allow me to do, because besides the telepathy, I'm a walking force of flaming destruction. But… besides all that? I was Prom King my graduating year, and I run the music shop in town. Wanted to be a musician growing up, actually. Still play the guitar from time to time.//
That was relevant to the introductions, yes. They would get to that part in a minute.
“My name’s Rinoa Heartilly, and you can just call me Rinoa,” the girl said, calmly. “I own the Magic Box. When I was seventeen years old, I became a Sorceress. No one here seems to know what that means, but I have nearly limitless arcane power at my fingertips. The difficulty is not getting lost in it, whenever it gets out.”
She lifted her shoulders. “But that’s not all I am. I also have a dog named Angelo, and she’s a trained rescue puppy. I own the Magic Box store downtown. I’ve been dating Squall, the grumpy guy who owns the comics shop, for years now, and he’s really taking his time proposing. I love reading. I’ve been restoring an ancient library, back home, and it’s really fascinating stuff.”
Rinoa looked around the room. “It’s your turn,” she said. “Like Jono said, we’re doing introductions. You can talk about what powers you have if you want, but you don’t have to. That’s not what we’re interested in, right now. What we want to know is, who are you? What’s something you love, and something you hate? What are your hobbies? What’s something interesting about you, the person you are outside of whatever powers you have?”
//In fact,// Jono added, //during the course of this semester, you are never, under any circumstances, going to be required to tell us about your powers. Which brings us to the rules for this class. We don't have many, and the ones we do have all boil down to your personal comfort, and to respect. Nothing anybody discusses in this room leaves this room, unless the person doing the sharing brings it up outside of the classroom themselves. It's nobody's bloody business what we can do, not until we decide it ought to be. Most of you, I'd wager, are already well aware of why.//
“If you’re ever asked a question you don’t want to answer,” Rinoa offered, “it’s simple. You say that you don’t have any powers and you must be in the wrong class. That’s it. It doesn’t matter if last week you were talking about your telekinesis abilities; this week, you don’t have powers and you’re in the wrong class. That’s the universal sign for ‘drop it, I don’t want to talk about it.’ And if you really are unpowered and did end up in the wrong class, you’re welcome to stay, so long as you have respect for everyone around you.”
//After introductions, we'd like to talk a bit about what you're hoping to get out of this class,// Jono added, nodding in agreement with what Rinoa said. //If it's a better understanding of people with powers because you're in the wrong class, excellent. Be respectful of your classmates. If it's a better idea of how to balance your identity with what the world expects you to be or fears you are, good, let us know. We'll do our best through the semester to accommodate. And with that… we're opening the floor.// He waved a hand at the class at large. //Whoever wants to kick this off, please, do.//
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That was too much, wasn't it? Wonderful. She was going to just duck her head and pretend she hadn't said anything, then. Good, good.
She suspected she was going to 'have no powers' and be 'in the wrong class' a lot, this semester.
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She cleared her throat and tried to remember she was a teacher, and ought to be more professional.
"Jono and I are very pro-pet," she explained. "There's something to be said for having a little bundle of fur that accepts you just as you are."
Angelo had even been key in pulling Rinoa back from the edge, a few times, but that was better left to another class.
"I've never had a sister," Rinoa explained, "but I know sometimes it can be complicated. Do you two not get along?"
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She was already well on her way there, so this was less her being ridiculously over-confident and more a fact of life, as far as Karina was concerned.
"Coffee's okay, but the way to my heart lies in fruit smoothies," she continued, "and I like trashy reality TV," which was totally a self-aware dig at Hero TV, why yes, "and I'm an only child."
That was enough about her, right?
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And was he surprised to see her in this class? No, not at all. Not that he was going to say or even insinuate that he'd suspected as much. He also suspected that she was going to be one of those 'in the wrong class' students, after all.
//Fruit smoothies, hm? If I'd known that, I would've attempted to bribe you with those back when I was still putting on shows at the Boards.//
He really had to start doing that again. Hm.
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And, as an afterthought, she added, "And I'm an illusionist." She shrugged her shoulders, lightly -- it was bizarre, now, not to mention it. "I can manipulate nearly every aspect of the world around me, from color to size to stability."
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Vicariously enjoy pet ownership through litter-scooping and chin-scritchies!
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At this rate, it was amazing Angelo didn't just live at the store. But then she couldn't snuggle Rinoa on cold nights, so.
"What's your favorite book genre?" she added. "I used to love romance novels, and I still do, but lately I've been reading a lot of cozy whodunits. Not the hardboiled kind, but the ones in some charming British village and everyone's really repressed."
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He drew a long breath. he wasn't tempted by the I don't have any powers and I'm in the wrong class option, exactly, but with everyone's eyes on him -- "And I'm a mage, which at home means I'm supposed to spend my life in a tower doing whatever the Templars tell me to do."
There. Done.
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//In my world, it was superhuman registration,// he replied, sympathetically. //... Which I'm sure is a topic we'll touch on again in future classes. You play the lute? You know, I've never had the opportunity to try one, similar as they are to guitars. I might have to get my hands on one, one of these days.//
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//And the world can always use more cat people.//
Jono and Joni appreciated you and your pet preferences, Anders.
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She found names to be fascinating. It seemed a legitimate question.
"What's your boyfriend's name?" she asked. "Oooh, I shouldn't say boyfriend, if you guys aren't saying boyfriend yet. Some people get jumpy about terms. You know what I mean."
Some people treated relationships like they were dipping their toes into scalding water. Others favored the Rinoa approach: dive right in, damn the torpedos.
"I'm glad you're not in a tower," she added. "After I first manifested my powers, they tried to put me into a satellite. Some people -- are so afraid of what you might do, that they want to cage you just in case. It's like they forget you're a person, underneath those abilities."
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She took a deep breath and shifted into Rita Hayworth, flashing a bright grin at the class. "And I'm a shapeshifter." She changed back and shrugged. "And proud."
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Okay, Rinoa was supposed to be emphasizing the non-powered aspects, but that had been impressive enough to distract her. And besides, she was happy this girl was proud of her abilities.
"We're going to have classes that talk about blending in and standing out," she added, "which you're going to find to be a snap. It's interesting being able to choose like that, I think. When I'm just trying to be me, I dress normally, but when I have to be somewhere as the Sorceress, I draw inspiration from Couture."
Something outlandish and unrealistic, that set her apart as otherworldly. Raven surely had seen plenty of looks like that, when she browsed fashion websites.
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Just bear in mind that he was on fire, hm?
//Is there anything stopping you from giving activism a try now? Not saying you ought to run out and pick up a protest sign right away, of course. I'm just curious what options you're weighing.//
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Hanna just stared for a while, as Raven talked to the teachers, then realized she was staring, and tried to stop it.
Then she gave up, and asked, "How do you even do that?"
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"I -- sometimes I don't know who I am, outside of the things that have shaped me," she said, haltingly. "It isn't just the powers. I was raised to be something specific, regardless of what I wanted, and so much of my life was directed towards that. I'm still trying to figure out who I am, and what I want to be."
Maybe this was a class in which it was okay to admit that. She had to hope so.
"I grew up in an underwater city," she said, because that was interesting, at least. "So I never tire of sunshine, or of the sky. Rain and snow are endlessly fascinating. I like reading, and I hate being stuck behind a locked door. I was recently adopted by my aunt -- nonbiological -- so my name changed from Eleanor Lamb to Eleanor Holloway."
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Biology hardly mattered. Jono knew that as well as anyone.
//As for the first bit... hopefully we'll be able to help you find that balance. I can already tell you that you're a strong young lady with powerful convictions when you set your mind to it. That's huge on its own, though it might not seem that way when you feel lost. What sort of books do you enjoy?//
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Which was literally true, because she didn't know how much she differed from others. Was she a freak? Or just a little strange? Was it because other children weren't raised to kill their mother's murderer? Or was it because of the tampering with her DNA?
"So. I am hoping to understand more in the future."
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There was another pause and finally she said, "I'm telekinetic, I can zap electricity from my fingers and I can morph into a puddle of liquid and travel long distances with that," it came out in more of a rush than she had intended and it had felt weird discussing her powers with anyone who weren't Annie and Ray but it actually felt like a relief telling someone else about her powers.
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Though still sometimes asked questions when she meant to make statements.
"I do gymnastics and yoga, I like playing video games on my laptop, and I'm a Tumblr SJW, and..." She paused for a moment before just blurting out, "...and sometimes I patrol Baltimore as a costumed vigilante."
And now she was going to sink down in her chair, worried she'd said too much.
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"Carmilla," she said. "I'm pretty strong, I guess. And fast." She deliberately didn't give any personal details.
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