The Battle of the Labyrinth (Georgina)

[Mychal Doherty]

Mychal was about to lose it. This truly was a new low for him. He'd always been directionally challenged, but this was ridiculous. He had been at the school a couple of hours now, he was tired and hungry, and he had been trying to find the cafeteria but apparently kept taking wrong turn after wrong turn. He didn't think it was possible, but he had somehow gotten lost in the school.

At the moment he was walking down a hallway, looking in the rooms he passed by, hoping to come across a student or teacher that he could ask for help. But time after time he was met with empty rooms. And they were definitely strange rooms. Each room looked like a yoga studio, mixed with an MMA gym. He remembered the recruiters mentioning that the school helped train it's students, but he hadn't realized they were being literal.

By the time he checked out the seventh room, Mychal let out an exasperated cry, "Gah!" He looked around quickly, breathing fast. He wasn't furious, but he was pretty agitated. He was trying to find some sort of map or something, anything to give sense to this maze. Of course, if he'd had any sense of his own, he wouldn't be in this position to begin with.

"I can't believe this." He said to himself, stomping down the hallway, with it's multiple, seemingly empty training classrooms, "I mean, it's a SCHOOL, for Christ's sake. There's only, so many places it can be. And I thought they told me this was a year round school? So where the hell are all the students?" He threw his hands up in frustration.

"They're honestly, all probably where you're trying to get to. The cafeteria!" He made another exaggerated motion with his hands. He often talked to himself in this fashion when he was alone, and frustrated. And he kept walking down the hallway, figuring it couldn't be too much longer before he finally came across someone to help, or at the very least stumbled across what he was looking for by pure accident.

[Georgina Speer]

Food was for losers. Well, losers who hadn't filled themselves up with sweets and energy drinks. Somehow, though, whilst curbing any appetite the British girl may or may not have had beforehand, all the ridiculous sugars she had piled on into her veins had not made George hyper, which was most definitely a first. And she didn't want that to continue to be the case. She was either going to have to up her game or start getting into liking coffee.

Which would never happen. Coffee was bleh, and bleh things were bad for happiness.

So of course, she had set up camp in one of the training rooms. As you do. She would have stayed to her own room, but you know, it was pretty untidy in there. And she was lazy. And usually, she was perfectly alright with the mess, but today she needed room to actually move about, because dancing needed floor space. Did she forget to mention? Yeah, she was going to be going over the limited dances she had taught herself to the vocaloid she so adored. So that was going to be fun.

She was still setting up sound equipment though, so she heard doors opening and closing, and then heard someone talking to themselves. Reminded George of herself, really. She did tend to speak her thoughts a lot. Probably too much. Oh well. She pressed an ear against the door and listened to what he was saying, giggling a little to herself as she did. She didn't really take pleasure in other people's disasters, but the way he was speaking was comical. But then again, the frustration was a bad thing. Better fix that.

The bowler-wearing girl turned the handle and opened the door as subtly as possible, peeking out and seeing that the boy had passed her door. She smirked and stood in the middle of the walkway, and cleared her throat to catch his attention. "Good morning, dear fellow. Or afternoon as the case may be." She said, really accentuating that Londoner's accent of her's, "Are you in need of someone's services? Because I would gladly aid you."

That was one way of making new friends. And this was a new new friend, she hadn't seen him about at all before. She knew a lot of people's names, but this one skimmed her mind. She pulled off her hat and bowed graciously, waving the hat around in front of her multiple times over, "George Speer, at your service." She said as she straightened up, "Also known as Hat Lady, Gigi, that girl over there and... ugh, Georgina."

[Mychal Doherty]

Mychal's mood was about to take a turn from slight frustration to actual anger; that is, until the slight sound of a door opening caught his attention. His head snapped around a little faster than he'd meant to, guard automatically going up. This was a bad habit he'd formed over the last year from all the constant ambushes by that asshole Sean back at his old school. His worries were quickly assuaged when the girl who had snuck up behind him introduced herself, and offered assistance.

His serious face quickly changed to a smile, eyes lightening, and warming. The girl was interesting, obviously foreign because of that accent, and at first glance appeared a little quirky. But that was just fine, he preferred those kinds of people, they kept life interesting. He gave a grateful sigh of relief and said, "Thank you so much. You're a life saver. I was probably going to die from hunger soon if you didn't find me." He took a couple steps towards her and offered his hand, a warm smile on his face, "It's very nice to meet you, George. My name is Mychal, Mychal Doherty. And if you've been here long, then you probably already know, but I'm a new student here. And at the moment, I'm in a desperate search for the cafeteria. Could you help?" He asked with a crooked smile.

[Georgina Speer]

George was glad to see the change in emotion, from irritated to happy, or happier. It was one of the things she really lived for, cheering people up. To see that she had worked her magic again was a good confidence boost. And she was a quirky person, although there were other words to describe it too. Eccentric. Different. Mentally deranged. Eh, they were all the same thing, really. "Yes, well, running into a starved corpse would have been less delightful than this." She joked, "But it's no problem." She took up the offered hand and shook it, as the boy introduced himself, and posed the question. She nodded in response, "I could most definitely help, indeedy doody doo." She said, with a smile, "Just give me one second, New Student Mychal Doherty."

With that comment, she strolled back into the room she had emerged from, grabbed a handful of lollipops from her sweets bag (you could never have too many) and placed all of them but one under her hat. She unwrapped the one she had left out and popped it into her mouth as she approached Mychal again, "Alrighty then," she said, "Off we trot." She said, walking in the opposite direction that the boy had been going. George glanced at him and turned the sweet over in her mouth, before noticing, "Oh, do you want a lollipop too? I've got loads." She offered. Lollipops equals friendship.

[Mychal Doherty]

The girl shook his hand, and Mychal laughed at her comment, "No I suppose a corpse wouldn't be as delightful." A couple seconds later she told him to wait for a moment and went back into the room she came from, and grabbed her stuff. Walking back out, she placed some lollipops under her hat, and put one in her mouth. Telling him a couple seconds later to follow her, and then started walking the direction Mychal had come from.

Mychal started following her, and a moment later, stopped and asked if he wanted one. "Sure." He said, stomach growling at the thought of even a simple sucker. "Sorry, like I said, I'm a little hungry." He said with an embarrassed grin, "You wouldn't happen to have any green apple flavored ones, or blue raspberry? Those are my favorites."

"By the way. If you don't mind my asking, how long have you been at this school?"

[Georgina Speer]

The amount of sugar George took in probably wasn't healthy. At all. She was really risking her wellbeing by eating so much. Nothing had come of it yet, but if she had any common sense, she would restrict herself.

Notice I said 'if'. As in George has about as much common sense as a duck.

She chuckled a little, "It's fine." She pulled off her hat carefully and looked at the assortment, keeping the boy's preferences in mind. A few seconds later, she found one. Blue raspberry. She smiled at, "There you go," she said as she handed it over before replacing the hat on her head. Her own was strawberry. Classic, but delicious. Mmmmm....

Her hands went into her pockets as they walked. She had to think for a moment when the question came her way, "Uh... probably about... five years?" Ish? It was close enough. "Should be graduating this year." Which she didn't want to be thinking about, because that meant going back to London. It wasn't like she hated her home country, quite the opposite, in fact. But she would miss everyone. "So! Power!" She didn't like that word, "Ability thing, what's yours?" Her's w was not interesting in the slightest, but maybe his was?

[Mychal Doherty]

"Thanks." He said, and took the delicious looking blue raspberry sucker she offered. He quickly unwrapped the lollipop and plopped it in his mouth, savoring the delicious and sour flavor. He moved the sucker to the left side of his mouth and talked around it. "Five years huh? So how exactly does that work? Do you graduate when you reach eighteen, like normal high school, or do you qualify for graduation after gaining control of your ability?" He asked looking at her, and then gave a little embarrassed smile and scratched the back of his head, "I know I should probably already know this, I'm pretty sure the recruiters told me about it. However, I most likely wasn't paying attention." He had a bad habit of spacing out at crucial times. Mychal was really hoping he could grow out of that soon.

"My ability?" He asked to her question, "Well. It's a little different to explain. As far as the actual title for it, the recruiters said it would be called, Light Constructs." He raised his left hand up, palm facing upward,"I can create physical objects from light." A second later he focused on the area in his palm and a tiny sphere of light appeared. It was about the size of a ping-pong ball. "This is about all I can do with it, that and a frisbee. I've only had a couple weeks to practice with it, so I can't do much. And here's where it get's a little different: I apparently can only create inanimate objects; objects such as, balls, strings, disks, chairs, tables. Any object that doesn't move on it's own, or with complexity. So things such as: guns, grenade launchers, vehicles and such, are impossible." He tossed the tiny ball to her to catch.

"And don't feel impressed about my understanding of my ability this early on. I'm really just quoting back to you what one of the recruiters told me about it." He said, grinning, and put his hands in his pockets. "Up until the recruiters came to my house, I had an idea what had happened to me, but wasn't completely sure. And I was no where near the point of being able to classify it. And honestly, it's kind of to be expected, I mean, this all just started to happen to me about two weeks ago. So, anyways, yep, that's mine. What about you? What's your ability?" He asked, tilting his head a little. He released the form of the ball the girl was holding, watching it blink out of existence.

[Georgina Speer]

George shrugged her shoulders. It was only a lollipop.

A delicious, sugary lollipop. A lollipop fashioned by the taste buds of those Gods called factory workers, and created by those same entities. A lollipop which was unnatural in colour, but natural in the way that it blew your mind. One lollipop to rule them all. Luke, I am your lollipop. Yer a lollipop, Harry. Oppa lolly style. The Lollynator. Or was it the Termipop?

...she had gotten a little distracted.

"Don't I know that feel." She said, with a little laugh, "When you're the queen of procrastination, not listening becomes as natural as breathing." She grinned, but she wasn't joking. Really. "It was a bit weird for me to understand at first too, because I come from England and school is different and blah-di-blah-di-blah." She rambled on, before pulling her lollipop out of her mouth, "Both," she said, finally giving an actual answer, "If you have your ability nailed down by the time you've finished your high school edumacation chiz, then you're free to go, but if you get your diploma thing and you're still throwing fireballs around uncontrollably, then you get kept here until you are safe." She explained, replacing the sweet stick once she was done.

Wow. That went surprisingly well. Maybe she should become a tour guide or some shit.

Light constructs though. Another cool and interesting power that George would be forever jealous of. She listened as the ability was explained to her, and she nodded, impressed.

God damnit, why couldn't she make objects out of light? She sucked a breath through her teeth at the limitations, though, "Damn, I was so hoping for you to make me a Playstation out of light." That would be beyond amazingly epicsaurus and into the land of zomg my boobs are gonna fall off because of the amazing.

Even if she had no boobs.

Caught slightly off guard, she tossed the ball back into the air at first by accident, making a series of grimacing, comical faces as the ball tossed from one hand to the other like a hot potato, until she finally held onto it properly.

"Powers are slippery bastards." She said, agreeing in essence, rolling the ball between the two palms of her hands, "They do seem to be unique to each person." Not as in, there were no two people with the same ability - that was not true. It was more like... it varied. Like, two people could shape shift into animals, but one could be a cat shifter, and the other could be... a Pikachu shifter or something. She sighed and looked at the ceiling as the question was reflected back at her, blinking as the ball dissipated and crossing her arms instead, "It's called Tracking." She began, "And it's what I'd like to call 'the stalker's power'."

Because that was literally what it was. A way to stalk other people. "If I know someone's name and appearance, I can locate them. It's not always brilliantly specific, and it will be stronger the closer I am to the person I'm tracking." It might have sounded more interesting, if she wasn't so monotonous about it. But could you blame her? There were kids here who could wingardium leviosa shit and turn invisible and all she could do was be creepy. Bloody fucking brilliant.

[Mychal Doherty]

So apparently all he needed to worry about was getting through the actual schooling part of Hammel to graduate, that was nice to know. He had a feeling he wasn't going to have a problem learning to control his power. As far as he could tell, it coincided with his emotions and imagination; he already had above average control over those things so he felt confident he wouldn't be causing devastation with his power.

When he told her about his power her response caused him to laugh, "Yeah, sorry. I think a Playstation is under the 'Impossible', category. I could make you a box if you like, and you could pretend it's a Playstation." He suggested with a shrug and a grin. When he asked her about her power, a less than happy look passed over her face. It appeared she wasn't to thrilled with it. "Tracking huh?" He said after she gave her answer. He chuckled and said, "Well, I take it you don't like it very much, but I think it's pretty cool." He took the sucker out and leaned towards her just a little, saying with a smile, "And I'm not just saying that to make you feel better, I really mean it." He straightened back up, placing the sucker which was almost gone now, back in his mouth.

"You know, your power could actually be really useful. For instance, if we were to ever play capture the flag, Divergent style, you'd be my first pick. And of course there are career paths that you could choose, where your power could make you a looooot of money." On the word 'lot' he raised his eyebrows. He chuckled and said, "Just sayin'."

[Georgina Speer]

The British girl had manage to grasp her power quite well. Didn't mean she didn't run into a few hurdles along the way - one by the name of Sufiya Masterson, her amnesiac identity. She couldn't cause any damage to anyone else as an effect of her ability, though, which she guessed was a good thing. The only person she could hurt was herself, which was bad, but as long as she wasn't a moronic sod, it wouldn't be an issue.

George snapped her fingers in 'frustration' at the no-light-PlayStation situation, and tilted her head at the replacement suggestion, "As tempting as that sounds, I don't think my imagination is that extensive." She admitted, knocking on her head with her fist. "Not got enough brain to become one with a gaming console."

She nodded, "Yup, tracking the lump of coal power." She smiled a little at the compliment, but she wasn't convinced, "You can say all that because you've got your bloody... light constructs. It's annoying to walk around and see all these awesome things without being able to relate." George huffed, stubbornly showing hatred towards that ability of hers.

Although, if she became a secret agent, it would be cool, because then she could be like, 'The bad guy's there,' and then people would check and she would be right, and then they would tell her and praise her for the awesomeness. But as of right now, it was only useful for one thing - the same kinda thing that Mychal proposed himself. "So basically, I can win at hide and seek by cheating? And do almost literally nothing else?" Oh optimism, wherefore art thou?

[Mychal Doherty]

He started laughing at her final comment, "You shouldn't look at it like that." He said, his eyes playful as he grinned. "I have a feeling, that if you wanted, your power could become pretty impressive. I'm talking on the mastermind scale. With the right kind of mindset added with your power, you could easily be a force to be reckoned with." He smiled big, closing his eyes and scratching the back of his head, "Then again, that's just how I think."

Bringing his hands behind his back, he clasped them together, leaned forward a little and cocked his head as he looked at her, "But seriously, you shouldn't downplay your power." He said with a smirk and an arched eyebrow. Straightening his back but keeping his hands behind his back he said, "My power may be cool to look at, but all it really allows me to do, is be the front-man. The spearhead. Or in the case of chess, I'd be something like, the knight." He said, and put a hand on his chest. A second later, he pointed at her and said, "You however. Your power allows you to be the queen. The most powerful piece in the game."

He put his hands in his pockets, staring ahead as he said, "My power makes me the brawn, while yours makes you the brains. And in chess, brains always wins over brawns."

He took a deep breath, and on the exhale he said, "Anyways. You may think I'm just saying this to try and make you feel better, but I really do mean what I say. You should be proud of your power." He said grinning.

"Well, enough about that. What can you tell me about the student body here? Anybody to look out for? Any love triangles I should know about?" He personally wasn't one for gossip, but he did find it prudent to get a feel for your surroundings. Also this would give him more of an idea about his new friend here.

[Georgina Speer]

"You sure you want to be encouraging me?" She still wasn't exactly convinced that she had something amazing, but the conversation was good, and having someone actually trying to push her into liking her ability was new. "I am pretty certain I have been labelled by the general public as 'insane', so suggesting that I could be a mastermind is... probably pretty dangerous." George seemed to consider the idea for a short while, before sighing and brushing it off, "Plus, I have a friend who's going to be an Overlord, can't intervene with that." Maybe Mychal thought she was joking.

Pfft.

She grimaced slightly, fiddling with her bracelets, still not agreeing, though she began looking at him with curiosity when he began with this chess analogy of his. The little pose made her chuckle for a second. And the suggestion that she could be a powerful person made her raise her eyebrows in disbelief. But the more she thought about it... what he was saying made sense.

Of course, her mind jumped to video games.

The thing was, she liked FPS's. In those games, you were always the front-man, always the weaponry. She liked the action, she supposed, so of course, she liked that role and was comfortable with it. The practical role. However, the assignments had to come from somewhere. You would get markers on a map, things like that. With her ability... well. She would be the source of that.

It was a bit of an epiphany for the girl.

"Yeah... maybe." Was all she said, in the end. Hopefully, Mychal would realise that this was progress, because George most definitely wouldn't admit that.

The British girl chuckled, with a slight hint of nervousness, "You can expect that it's madness at times here," She started, "Bunch of kids with untrained powers, potentially dangerous? It's brilliant chaos. But the people are decent, honestly." She tilted her head, "I try not to rely on gossip or anything, mess with other people's lives or whatever. There are some... psychos," A certain dentokinetic came to mind, "But again, expected." She wasn't naming any names. "The majority are awesome, including yours truly," She said, oh so modestly. But it was true.

[Mychal Doherty]

As he gave her praise about her power, he watched as she ever so slowly began to understand what Mychal was saying. He liked lifting people up and making them feel good about themselves. Tearing people down was easy, but building them up, now that was difficult. At the end when she finally agreed with him, though only slightly he grinned making his ears lift a little with the smile.

He raised his eyebrows ever so slightly in hearing that she didn't really care for gossip. This little bit of knowledge practically guaranteed that he would become friends with her. It was always difficult for him to get along with people that surrounded themselves with drama. "Oh I believe it." He said with a smile when she finished, "I'm practically blinded by it." Mychal said grinning and then held a hand up as if to shield his eyes from the radiance of her 'Awesomeness', and squinting. Letting his hand fall back to his side he laughed.

"So." He said and looked around him at his surroundings, "Are we almost to the Cafeteria?" As if on queue, right when he said the word 'Cafeteria' his stomach gave an audible growl. His eyes halfway closed, his ears lifted and he had an annoyed look on his face and said, "Yes, we can hear you, but complaining won't make things go any faster." Shifting his annoyed gaze to her he said in a low tone and pointing to his stomach, "He's a complainer, sorry."

[Georgina Speer]

Similarly to Mychal, George practically made it her job to make people happier. If anything, she was the Pinkie Pie of Hammel, even if there were probably others like her too. She was the behatted Pinkie Pie. The best one. Arrogant much? But she liked the look of people’s smiles – they always looked better when they had a grin spread across their face, and not when they were grumpy or moody or angry or a llama. Llamas were weird. Like what are they, furry miniature giraffes? Jeez.

She followed gossip, to an extent. If gossip was a newspaper, she would be one of those people who reads the cover and puts it back, because details weren’t necessary and sometimes, people were misinformed. Anyway, drama came to her on a general basis. Diving into the thick of it would smother her like nobody’s business. She held out her arms radiantly, grandly, before laughing with him. This guy was nice.

The fedora girl patted her own stomach, “She is too. That’s why I eat a lot.” And never do anything, because exercise meant more food and she loved food, but exercise was effort. “And in actual fact, it’s just round…” She turned a corner and did jazz hands in front of the entrance, “You’re very welcome.” FOOD. MMM, SHE COULD SMELL- no, George. No food. You have sweets. No more.

[Mychal Doherty]

"Oh Hallelujah." He said and then grinned at her spirit fingers, or sparkle fingers, or jazz hands, or whatever-the-hell they were called demonstration thing she was doing. The next second he laughed as his stomach made another audible complaint. "That food does smell heavenly. Is that lasagna I smell? No freakin' way, I love lasagna." He said as his eyes grew in size. He quickly bolted for the door and yanked it open, and upon seeing the food, stopped and said with a huge smile, "Oh hell yes."

He was about to head straight over to the buffet and start stuffing himself, but stopped and then looked back at George. "Thank you so much for your help. You are a life saver. By the way, would you like to join me? I'd love the company." He said with a big grin on his face.

He stepped backwards and to the side, holding the door open so she could walk through. Putting his free hand in his pocket he added, "Plus I'd love to get to know you some more."