Class is in session! (Mass Acad students)

[victorvondamme]

Victor Von Damme, one of the smartest people on the planet, some referred to him as "The Good Doctor" due to his charitable acts and love he received in his home, on the other hand he called "Doctor Doom" for the "Peace through superior fire power" weapons his company produced. Either way, there was a Doombot taking care of all that now, and if anything went wrong, he had communications with his most important departments.

For now however, he was in the Massachusetts Academy, both over looking his daughter's growth as a mutant, but also to provide these youths with the education they need. Mutants who became teachers were surely few and far between. He stood atop the class, armoured arms folded at his chest, eyes scanning over empty seats, waiting for the first to arrive.

[monet]

Perfection was in order as Monet stood in front of her bathroom mirror checking over herself to make sure she was flawless for class. Then again, why was there any need to check over herself because Monet St. Croix defined perfection. Now it was time to grace others with her presence and so she grabbed her bag and headed for class.

Of course she was the perfect student so she was first to arrive. She spotted the teacher...Victor Von Damme. A rather interesting person. Mostly because of the armor he wears which was odd, but behind it was truly an intelligent man who had earned Monet's respect.

"Good morning, Mr. Damme. I hope all is well with you today?" Monet smiled taking occupancy in a desk located in the front row of the class.

[northstar]

Jean-Paul was in a hurry....er well he was always in a hurry compared to some of the other students here at Mass Academy but today especially. Apparently some of the teachers had been complaining that the fastest mutant in school apparently couldn't make it to class on time. Really it wasn't his fault though, in truth he was just a very busy teenager. What with Myspace, Facebook, Twitter, MSN Messenger, AIM, YIM and dozens of other online communications Jean-Paul took part in really is was exceedinly difficult to try and be everywhere at once, somehow he managed though.

However for this class though JP was determined to not only be on time but the first student there. While he hadn't met this teacher personally yet he had read all sorts of things about him on the internet ever since learning he would be taking this class.

As he neared the class Jean-Paul was little more then a blur, if people complained about him being to slow to get to class surely they couldn't complain about him putting on some extra speed to show up on time. He entered the class and took a seat near the back wall where he could lean his head up against it when he got bored, which he always would. Sitting down, ready and with his paper and pens already aligned on his desk he had to chuckle as M finally took her seat.

"Jeez Monet," he called up to her, "take any longer getting here and I was going to send out a search party." The perfect little priss usually was the first to class and always liked to be "perfect" and "the best" at everything which really rubbed Jean-Paul the wrong way. Rumors around school was he wasn't the only person that felt that way but oh well. Everything works out in the end.

[Lifeguard]

Heather Cameron was pissed. Not because of her brother, but something entirely different. Something unrelated to Davis for once. Ever since the whole Morlock incident, Heather, codenamed Lifeguard, had become increasingly distant from her teammates. It wasn't so much their fault really, but more so their perception.

Nothing to be done about that now, the option to transfer is still tempting though.

Thoughts formulating, the rebellious spirit took her seat near the back of the classroom. Not to rebel as one may believe, but mostly to avoid the discomforting feeling of eyes on the back of her head - Heather detested that, it left a nauseating influence. Besides, this way she could keep an eye on everything and everyone, and have the vantage point. No need in something happening and her abilities fluctuating, there may be a lost eye or limb, or something.

Nice way to make a first impression that'd be, r'movin' an arm off some'un.

Sighing lightly, she awaited her teacher or classmates to do something. God this was troublesome.

[Slipstream]

The extremely annoying buzzing of an alarm clock blared through the air signaling the time to wake the hell up. A hand emerged from beneath the covers on a bed and slammed down on the clock, shutting it up. Davis Cameron moaned at having to wake up so early, why couldn't class be like later on in the day around like 5:00 or something? The blond aussie rolled over and before he knew it, he was hitting the ground with a thud. Well that's one way to wake yourself up. After a few minutes of laying there, he finally got up and dragged himself to bathroom where he brushed his teeth and all that jazz.

Emerging from the bathroom, he looked over at a pile of clothes and just waved them off. "Too tired." Davis just left the room as is, Fish Kid pajama pants and a white muscle shirt. He dragged himself into the classroom where their teacher, a rather weird looking guy waited. Three of his classmates had already made it before which was to be expected. "Yo," was his greeting to them. He went straight to the back of the room, flopped down in the chair and instantly dropped his head for nap time.

[Mimic]

Calvin was once again partaking in an activity that was becoming all to common for him. Learning to adjust to a new power. This time though it was heightened senses like what he had picked up from Wolverine. This time he had chosen to borrow the speed belong to the fastest resident at Mass Academy at the moment, Northstar. It was a little weird for Mimic and after retaining the ability he caught himself several times starting to move at speeds much faster then he had wanted. On top of it all he had picked up Jean-Paul's enhanced reflexes too which made everything seem like it was moving in slow motion at first. Calvin however was determined to have at least some degree of control over each of the abilities he retained, this one was just proving tougher because of its nature.

He was starting to get a handle on it when he looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was time for his next class. The teacher was something of the talk of the town. Calvin had never met Doctor Van Damme yet but his nickname of Dr. Doom had been whispered by some of the students in the hallways already. Mimic couldn't judge however, this was a school for mutants and anyone willing to participate in their education certainly was more of a good thing then a bad one.

Mimic walked into the classroom and saw several people already there. Jean-Paul and Davis where in the back row and Monet seemed to be sitting in the front. Not wanting to be in either location he walked by the "Perfect Student" and chose a seat somewhere in the middle. Putting his book bag down he sat down and got ready for class.

Van Damme was certainly one of the more interesting looking teachers that they had as he seemed to be wearing a suit of armor of some kind. Cal's natural curiosity began to start playing with his mind as he wondered exactly what power it was their teacher could do. Begrudingly he resisted the urge to mimc their new teacher and see what the man could do. For now.

[Wolverine]

Logan was the next to arrive, science wasn't a big thing in his books, but it was a class and one never knew when something this practical might be used. Especially biology, was always good to know what makes you and what breaks you. Adorned in his red "lumberjack" short and a pair of jeans the Canadian mutant strolled into class. His eyes ran over the student body, and the teacher, Victor Van Damme, big business man in Europe, now a teacher. Smelled strange, something pleasant covering up something not to pleasant.

Walking passed the armoured teacher, Logan took at seat that, while at the front row like a good little student, was also next a window, putting him at the top left point in the class. "Mind if I open a window Dr. Von Damme?" Logan wasn't big on authority, but there was no point in being disrespectful to someone he didn't know, until he had a reason at least.

[victorvondamme]

Victor kept his place, standing just in front of his desk, armoured arms crossed at his armoured chest. He watched the students as they came in, the A.I. in his suit ticking off each one from the class list as they entered. "I am very well Ms. St Croix, thank you for asking." he replied with a nod of his head. Yes, she would be a fine student! Her stance was tall and proud, her appearance was carefully taken to, dare say it, he say a little bit of himself in her when he was that age.

He nodded to each one as they entered, giving a nod to Logan to open the window, a fresh breeze would be pleasant in the mornings. Everything was fine until the entrance of young Davis Cameron. Did he actually expect that to be tolerated? In a class room of Dr. Victor Von Damme!? His arms dropped to his side and he took quick, powerful steps towards the boys desk, tapping his finger to the desk, to let Davis know he was looking for his attention. "If you think I shall tolerate you coming into my classroom without even the respect to adorn yourself in proper clothes you are sadly mistaken. Get out of my class this instance, and do not return until you have dressed yourself properly and received a letter from Ms. Frost requesting me to accept you back into my class." His eyes were glaring with menace from beyond his mask, this boy would be trouble, Von Damme didn't tolerate trouble.

He turned his attention away from him, instead scanning over the students, returning to his spot at the head of the class. "Young Ladies and Gentlemen, when we are in this classroom, we are for all intents and purposes, in school and it shall be treated in that manner. I am your teacher, and while outside of this room I have no qualms with being a friend or mentor, in here I am a teacher and anything that would interfere with that will be left at the door. If anyone wishes to treat this class in a manner young Davis has, they shall be swiftly removed, I do not tolerate disrespect in any form. As of this point you all have my respect, and so long as you do nothing to damage it, it shall stay that way, but on that note I also demand your respect. There is nobody finer on this entire planet who can teach you this better then I can, and I promise you this now. If you come to class and work in a proper manner, every single one of you will achieve an A plus. Not because I hand them out, but because you will have earned it. Is there any questions? He had said enough for the moment, if was time to let the younger generation have a chance.

[monet]

Monet watched as each student made their entrance into the room, giving each one of them a smile...whether it was genuine or not wasn't the point. She'd show each and everyone of them respect. After all, they were her team mates...even if some were inferior to her. That thought mostly directed towards Davis. I mean, seriously how disrespectful do you have to be to literally just roll out of bed and come to class. She was rather happy when Md. Damme addressed the issue and she stifled and laugh but remained poised and and upright listening to everything their new teacher had to say. No one better suited to learn from on the planet, eh? How arrogant....but Monet saying that would be like the pot calling the kettle black. Instead, she admired his confidence and his determination to shape the hellions into the best mutants they could be.

"Oh behalf of the Academy, I would just like to say welcome and we are more than happy to have you here, Mr. Damme. Thank you for taking the time to share your knowledge with us."

...suck up? Yes. She knew there were eyes rolling behind her back, but she didn't care. She was used to it because there would always be haters when perfection was present.

[Tarot]

Marie-Ange slid into the classroom in time to hear the teacher kicking Davis out of class. Not surprising, really... who wore pyjamas to class, anyway?

"I am not late, am I?" she asked, a bit worried. That'd be a great first impression, after all.

She studied Dr. Van Damme as she sat down in a seat in the second row. There had already been stories whispered in the hallways about him, after all... but Marie-Ange wasn't sure if she believed half of them, anyway.

[Slipstream]

At the very annoying tapping on his desk, Davis groaned before finally lifting his head up to see just who the hell was interrupting his nap time. Oh, it was Iron Clad Man in Big Green Cape guy. "Hey teach, whatsup?" Whoa, the big guy started going on a ramble about how to dress properly for his class and even told the aussie to get out and not return unless he had a note. Pffft, like that was going to happen. He just gave the kid a free pass to go back the comfort of his soft bed. Even if he did fail this guy's class, wasn't like it mattered to him. He didn't plan on going to college anyway.

Davis stood up from the desk, stretched and yawned, and then saluted the teacher half assed. "If that's what you insist on." With one hand in his pocket and the other scratching his head, he made his way to the door sluggishly. The boy paused after the Doc finished his speach. "Yea I've got a question. Why are you such a tight arse?" Rude yes, funny yes, get him into more trouble, probably.

[Wolverine]

When permission had been granted, Logan opened the window and took his seat, watching with mild interest as the new teacher gave Davis a piece of his mind. What did Davis expect? Then Davis went off and made it worst. The Canadian could only wonder what was going through his head, did he think he was being a class clown? Because Logan didn't hear anyone else laughing. Or maybe he thought there was no way he could be kicked out of the school for being a little dickhead, Ms. Frost wouldn't kick out a mutant, throw him to the wolves of humanity.

Logan wondered if Davis was wrong.