Jack Rexroth:Jack kept quiet and let everyone talk. He’d watch and learn, it was what had helped him get by before. He wasn’t impressed too much with the other students, mostly they reminded him of the people he’d went to school with in Dayton.
Vain, self absorbed, awkward, overly friendly, over privileged, nervous, quiet, self assured. Plus add in everyone had some kind of power of their own to boot.
Oh yeah. This’ll be a fricking blast.When Mr. Ander started to talk about the blitz Jack knew what he was talking about before he named it. He’d overheard some of the older students talking about for the last week or so and from the bits and pieces he’d gathered it sounded like it was a big deal. It was where the jock types decided who was going to be their targets for the year, where the guys you needed to keep your eyes on showed you why you should, where the meaner folks would take their cheap shots. Jack wasn’t really looking forward to it but he had no plans on letting himself be an easy target.
In the locker room Jack found his locker easy enough and again kept quiet as he took his time changing. While he changed clothes he let his skin change from the almost vampire pallor he’d shown so far to a much more normal coloring of a white male who spent the majority of his time in the sun and elements while black markings began to form on his left arm that quickly matched the patterns on his right arm.
No sense making myself stand out any more than I have to. Odd looking guys prolly get targeted first. Once he had the uniform pants on he sat down to get the boots on when he heard the question about powers.
Jason wrote:"So, what can everyone here do? Besides you," He said to Vlad. "That's a pretty cool power, by the way. Myself, my mind is at a rather superhuman level. So, I might not be able to go toe-to-toe with someone like Atlas, but if you need a math problem solved, I'm your man."
Jack tossed his street cloths into the bottom of his locker, making sure to sit his pack of cigarettes carefully on top of it all along with his lighter. It looked like it was time to start being “open to the others here” like it had been suggested to him a few days ago when everyone had first started to show up.
“I call it ‘shifting’, but it boils down to I can reshape parts of myself in in almost anyway I can think of.” As Jack spoke he flexed his fingers into a fist and then quickly opened it and suddenly his fingers were now longer, ending in a fine point with a edge running along the underside of them. He held his hand up for any who wished to see for a few moments before changing it back to normal and continued explaining.
“Plus I can grow stuff like a tail, a set of wings….” Jack paused as he recalled some of his other tricks.
“what else....oh yeah. I’ve made myself stronger and tougher before too.”
