HERO HIGH 2 - The Mystery

* Good. Now Lucien I need you to do what I say. I need you to do what ever it takes to say alive. We'll be there as soon as we can. I'm going to place my Astral image with you to see if I can get the team closer to you.Don't worry that elemental won't see me.*
Janet's astral image began to fade before the groups eyes and come into veiw with Lucien's.* Remember Lucien only think..the others can still hear us. This place isn't going to be a walk in the park. I can sense over 30 beings here. Someone is bound to be a psychic.As a matter of fact Lucien we are so far I'd say this might be a underground base or something. * Janet stood next stood the elemental as she looked around.Once her astral hand phased into his forehead the elemental sunk down toward the floor.

james felt the loss of one of his men instantly "the hell!?" he exclaimed, looking around..there was no others here, except for his own men, and he knew they weren't responsible..his eyes fell on lucian..."the f*ck did you just do boy!?" he shouted, throwing a fireball at the cage in anger..it impacted, rattling the cage, but the flames did not touch lucian..

"i liked my idea better" liam sulked, but looking pleased all the same that he knew lucian was alive, at least..
"well ill admit, it had merrit" leon said, looking over at the monkey boy.."but you cant argue with a telepath.."
"guess not..."

"oh you can argue alright, most just to stuborn to do it well," james chimed in on liam and leon's conversation.
from his seat weston woke up from his nap, which he was leaning on vixen for.
"is there going to be an in-flight meal, i'm starving"

Vixen moaned in her sleep softly as he moved. "Noo... Not the waffles, penguin Pete."

weston strared at her,
"thats wierd, she didn't smoke anything," he said to himself then turned attention back to everybody else,
"seriously, inflight food"

liam was agreeing whole heartedly with weston..he was starving..he got up and looked around for a fridge, or a cooker - or anything that would have a meal..."found some food" he called out from the back..."do you like frozen chicken?" he asked weston sarcastically..

"i can cook it, but i seemed to have randomly found a cucumber, so its all good" he said as he had a cucumber in his hand and started om nomming on it

Vixen woke up when he mentioned a cucumber. "Oh god your eating that?... Dude.." She shook her head. "I had the weirdest dream! It was like.. Creepy.. Big it was so real!"

"hey, it's still good, probally even better now," weston told her eating the cucumber like bugs eats a carrot.
"and yeah dreams are like that...seriously did you steal some of my pot or something?"

She blinked. "I don't remember." seriously... She didn't remember. The poor girl was terrified.

liam shook his head, listen to the conversation the two lovebirds were having while - finally - started to cook the chicken on a flash cooker...it was ready in seconds and liam went back to his seat with a place, silently eating...

"seriously, jesus woman, first my glasses, now my pot, jeez you are taking too much of my things, here have some cucumber" he told he shoving it infront of her face after taking a bite and started chewing

The wind outside of the school began to blow strongly for a few seconds and a large man simple appeared there. He was tall and appeared to be of native American descent; tattoos that appeared to modeled after war paint adorned his muscular and bare torso as well as his face. He was at his destination, the place where he was told he would be needed soon. What exactly he would need to do he had not been told yet but he knew that he would not have been sent if it wasn't going to be important at some point. Until then he would have to just stick around the area to see how he was needed. He walked up to the front doors and walked in, looking around as he did so. It seemed like a pretty normal school minus the few people that clearly weren't human in appearance, now he would just have to find who was in charge of the place.

"I don't remember taking your weed! And you made no move to get your glasses back!... I don't want any cucumber. Ill have a carrot or something when we get back." She pushed his hand away, trying hard not to laugh.

"your high as a fraking kite, dammit woman," weston said as he slumped back into his seat, and pulled out a second 'back-up' pair of glasses and put them on, because vixen still had his

Originally posted by jalek moye
The wind outside of the school began to blow strongly for a few seconds and a large man simple appeared there. He was tall and appeared to be of native American descent; tattoos that appeared to modeled after war paint adorned his muscular and bare torso as well as his face. He was at his destination, the place where he was told he would be needed soon. What exactly he would need to do he had not been told yet but he knew that he would not have been sent if it wasn't going to be important at some point. Until then he would have to just stick around the area to see how he was needed. He walked up to the front doors and walked in, looking around as he did so. It seemed like a pretty normal school minus the few people that clearly weren't human in appearance, now he would just have to find who was in charge of the place.

Vixen grabbed her hair. "I don't wanna be a kite!!! Oh wow look at the clouds! They're so fluffy! Weston what if we could fly! Seriously! I wonder if clouds are as puffy as they look!... I'm hungry.." She slumped in her sleat and rubbed her eyes.

weston rubbed his temples slowly
"we are flying, and clouds are puffy," he replied

Vixen laughed and pointed to her eyes. "Love, I'm fine. If you'd just look, your see that." She winked and laid her head down on his shoulder. "Night."

weston gentle patted her head....
"anyone feel like hotboxing the jet? it's on my list of things to do before i die, and the only other flying i do the marshals are pretty uptight about bongs"