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After finishing my writing work, i got out my Palm Pilot, and pluged it in to the computer. I syncronised the files, then stored the handheld computer. I glansed at the computer clock "I think I'm going to be waiting a while" I muttered.. I then waited for the other kids to finish taking thier tests, and for the rules to be givin here in VR...
 
My class was in a discussion about tactics of warfare, the teacher offering hypothtical situations while the class tried to think of ways to solve them.

The teacher said "You are the main commander in the depth of a war, your lessers give you information leading to the knowledge that the enemy is about to try a suprise attack on a military base, but will be exposing themselves to a counter attack as a result. Stopping their attack would allow them to defend themselves against a counter attack. What do you do?"
It seemed obvious, so the class hesitated for a while, thinking it out completley, but before any of them could answer, I said "I would allow the attack to occur, then, deliver the counterattack with all available force, and become a war hero."
"Very unusual tactics, but most certainly succesfull." He said, writing some on his PDA, then giving the next situation.
"Later, in the same war, your popularity has declined, you are considered by most to be overbearing and taking unneccisary steps for protection, when you learn of another attack by the enemy, this time on a totally undefended civillian target. Yet again, the enemy will be leaving themselves open to counterattack, if anything, worse than the damage they would inflict. What do you do for this one?"
Without hesitating for fear I might best the class again, one student suggested "Secretley build up defenses around the target, and stop the attack from happening."
The teacher looked at the student and said "Moderatley effective, mister Davidson. You stop the attack from happening, and while military officials know of what you did, the public at large sees you only defending civillian targets, rather than stopping the enemy, and your popularity declines further."

I jumped in, and said "Once again, I allow the atack to occur, and take brutal revenge upon the enemy."
He paused a moment, then said "A very unusual, but not incorrect answer, mister Jones. The attack takes thousands of inocent civillian lives, yet in the counterattack, you become both a hero with the military, and with the public for giving just revenge to the enemy, and your popularity soars."
The other student spluttered. "S-Sir! How can that be the correct answer? You said yourself, thousands of innocent lives were lost!"
The teacher looked over, and slowly said "There is no correct or incorrect answer, mister Davidson. This is a discussion of different tactics, not ethics. While you would save lives, and be an unknown savior, Mister Jones would allow an atrocity such as this to occur, yet deliver an equally devastating counterattack, and become a hero in the eyes of all."

And so the class continued...
 
I naturally, had gotten myself into a dinosaur class. there were lots of people there, but when the class started, I blew away the rest.

"Alright. now, in this scene, we see the Velociraptors attacking the humans. the question here is, what is wrong with the raptors?"

The class muttered for a moment, and a kid piped up "I see nothing wrong with the dinosaur"

Right then, if this wasn't school, I'd be laughing my head off. "Drasticly incorrect. anyone else?" the teacher asked

After several incorrect answers from the other students, I finally said "Simple. The movie said the raptors were found in Montana, when that species is only found in the Flaming cliffs of mongolia. Velociraptors are only 9 feet long and 3 feet high. the raptors in the movie are actually closer to the size of Dinonychus, 'killer claw' or Utahraptor, 'hunter of ancient Utah" the teacher stared at me for a moment, before saying "correct" and asking extra questions

He showed a scene in Jurassic park 3, where the Spinosaurus was beating the Tyrannosaurus. "now class, what is wrong with the scene?" As usual, I stayed quiet, as the others gave drasticly incorrect answers. Finally, the teacher said "okay Eclipse. what is wrong here?"

I responded calmly "well, for one thing, Spinosaurus had crocodilian jaws that couldn't have snapped the neck of a Tyrannosaurus. second, Spinosaurus is from Egypt. third, Spinosaurus wasn't quite that size."

"correct eclipse. as for the rest of the class, you're knowalge of dinosaurs is inadequate. you will have extra homework so you can catch up. class dismissed" and with that, the class stood, and headed for the lunchroom, as it was now 12:00 pm exactly. I pretty much stayed behind, not wanting to get too involved with the school crowd..
 
Skye made her way to her first class. She felt very isolated, even more so than last year, when most of her class had dropped out, and she had been one of the few to pass on to eighth grade.

Her long, strong, curvy legs led her to her creative wiritng class, and she took a seat in the front row.

"Excuse me, Skye," said her teacher, trying to put on a kind smile despite the child's abnormalitites. "Could you please take a seat further back...I am afraid some might have a hard time seeing beyond...erm...your wings..."

Skye moved to the back row obediantly, as the rest of the class filed in. She did not watch any of them, did not cast her eyes anywhere but the window, where the thunderstorm raged violently, seeming to rise with her usually well controlled temper.

All that was accomplished in the small, yellow-walled classroom was a few writing exercises, and some discussion, and Skye was unimpressed, but said nothing as she shoved her books into her blue back pack, and headed into the hallway for her next class.

In the hallway, she noticed a few other "abnormal" students. One had a few red spikes going down his head to his back, and a few other feraligator characteristics. Another bore the characteristics of a Flygon, the other an Espeon.

She waved silently to them, strands of her short, wild hair shielding her less than confident expression.
 
I saw the Zapdos morph, but decided to ignore her. there were diffrent times to talk... besides, I hadn't had any friends for so long, I had virtually forgotten how to talk to any one else but the teacher. I checked my scedule, noted the Intellagence Lab as my next class, and wandered down the hallway toward it. along the way, I noticed a couple of bullies who had a younger kid by the neck, slammed into the lockers... Not about to tolerate that, I called "hey, leave the poor guy alone" while secretly taking a photo of what they were doing with my Palm Pilot. they tried to ignore me, but as it turned out, I was stronger than even thier leader. I quickly put the leader in a choke hold, shoved him into his own locker, closed it, and locked it. "waste of effort" I muttered, before moving on
 
Walking to english, I was spotted by the girl from before.
"well, lookie here, it's cat girl." She said. her freinds snigered.
I tried ignoring them and continued on, but they followed.
"Would you please leave me alone?!" I snapped.
"Not unless you tell us why you look like that" The girl said, laughing.
"I seriously don't know, now go away!" I shouted. The girl and her freinds were lifted up and dropped. I ran while they were still on the floor.
 
Skye saw the Flygon morph brush her off, and moved on. She shrugged, and made her way down the hallway to her next class.

The algebra class was already full of noisy students. Skye took a seat in the back of the class, hoping to be ignored by her teacher as much as possible. She hated math.

From outside came a loud crashing sound, but it was not thunder. She rushed to the window to see a large, mechanical contraption had landed in the football field. She squinted, and saw a large group of people dressed in black running towards and into the school. Red "R"s decorated the front of their uniforms and berrets. Skye's eyebrows narrowed, and she was suddenly filled with dread.

Team Rocket, she gasped, gathering her things as quickly as possible. She dashed out of the classroom, down the hall and out of the building. She prayed they would not find her.

OUtside, the thunderstorm raged on.
 
I saw the rocket vehicle, and instantly boleted for the basment. I was not running away. when I got to the basment, I saw a door that was protected with security coding, set in my me. I entered in the password, went through the door, and entered one of my few joys in life. I grapped a set of now-familer equipment off the wall, placed it in a charger, and with a vocal order to the computer "laser gun number 007. charge to maximum power" the charger glowed for a moment, as the laser quality in the gun, that normally was used for no more than play, was amplifyed to deadly power. I glansed around, as the laser charged... Last year, I had built my own personal laser tag arena. the fact that the guns could go deadly was it's secret.
 
Skye flew up into the low, gray clouds. Lightning flared around her, something she never quite got used to. It mystified her so much to be able to see something no normal human would ever see.

One of the bolts of lightning struck her body.

She felt great warmth, but otherwise, no damage at all. It only empowered her. She looked through the mist of the dark, angry clouds to the Rocket's giant mechanism below. She may not have the heart to destroy the people down there, as it was not her nature to be violent, but she could certainly destroy their only mode of transportation.

With the enhancement of the lightening, she shot a powerful thunder attack at the mechanism, frying its circutry, and rendering it immoble. She flew back down from the clouds, soaked, and went back into the school building. Commotion was building already. Students rushed around in great confusion, being herded by the Rocket members. Skye slunk around the crowds of people, trying her best to hide her wings until she had reached the girls' bathroom.

She waited there and planned what she should do next.

OOC: I could be wrong, but doesn't a deadly laser in a school's basement seem a little...unrealistic.....? I don't mean to offend you, but it just seems a little overpowering to the rest of the characters.
 
I tramped out into the muddy schoolgrounds, my eyes glowing in a primal rage, a common cause of death to anything unlucky enough to intrude on a Feraligatr's territory. I reared up to my full height, and let loose a loud hiss, and then noticed the rain was getting stronger, the water was a a quater of the way up to my knee already.


OOC: the fact that it could have been done without permission, and kept a secret until now, ect. Seems okay, as long as flygon's character is as smart as to do something like that.
 
I saw the Rockets from a window, and panicked. A small explosion caused dust to fly at them, temporarily making it hard to see for them. I didn't know how I'd done that, and didn't care. I searched frantically for a place to hide. I saw a flash of white light, and found myself outside, on the football feild.
 
the gun fully charged, and I put on my bullet proof vest and headed out with the laser humming softly at my side. at this point, there were only 3 settings. burnt, well done, and totally fried. A Rocket member tried to jump me, but a quick shot with the laser, and he was no longer an issue. After helping with the situation in the hallways, I noted that the laser was running low... The familer humming stopped, at the most inconvinent time, when a group of Rocket members turned the corner. Well then. thay want to play with me without my lasers? I thought... I tossed the gun aside, and spread my wings, prepaing for direct confrontation

OOC: Well, I did make it so that the laser really hates being charged.. kinda like everything else I own.. X_X why did my palm pilot have to die in the middle of class...
 
Skye landed on the roof of the building after taking off from the window in the girls' bathroom. She noticed a Feraligator on the field, taking out Rocket members right and left.

She glided down towards him, dodging the strange looking pokeballs of the Rockets. She landed beside him gracefully, her wild blond hair sticking wetly to her face and neck. She looked at him urgently.

"Let's combine our attacks," she suggested, innately powering up her body for the next attack. "With electricity and water combined, we may be able to defend ourselves better and longer."
 
The rocket members tried to shoot me, but the vest protected me from thier efforts. I felt my throat start heating up out of anger, but since I was human, those types of attacks were normally energy bursts from my hands. without warning, I unleashed an intense fire blast, taking out the group. I saw the Zapdos and Feraligater morphs outside, but since I hated being around people, decided that it was no longer my consern
 
"Actually, I'd say we got enough water here with this storm, so go right ahead! Don't worry about me though, I've been around electricity tons, even like this, it won't do much to me!" I shouted over the noise of the storm and battle, and began advancing towards the rockets, Not walking, but actually sliding through the shallow, but much deeper than before wader, hiting rocket members left and right like a bowling ball hits pins.
 
I had been cornered by a Rocket with a tranquilizer gun. I wanted to scream, but couldn't. The Rocket was puched backward by some force I couldn't see. I knew I had done it though. I tried to remember how I was able to do it, and continued hitting Rockets with psychic. Suddenly, a heavy sack was thrown over me. I stuggled, but it was no use.
 
After making sure the inside of the school was free of rockets, I returned to the basment, and stored the laser. The computer discharged it, so it was ready for a game of laser tag, should the opportunity arise. I headed outside, levitated above the water, and watched in amusment as the Rocket members were taken down... I wonder if I should make this about 10 times harder... nah.. I thought, after desiding not to use Sunny day and make it complicated.. I flapped to the roof of the school, and relaxed, waiting for battle's end.. I had already heard the announsment that school was over for the day, so I was dissapointed.. I rubbed the scars on my arm absentmindedly, thinking Great.. school is my only opportunity to avoid the pain...
 
Underwater, my sense of smell was more attuned than that of a bloodhounds on land. Though "smell" isn't the correct term, it was more of a mix of smell and taste, and Fearligatrs, like some species of fish pokemon, can sense distress. Even through the muddy water, I "smelled" Kiriko, and noticed that she was in terrible distress, I kicked off again, in the now 3'+ of water, and soared in the direction of the distress. I saw a rocket holding her in a sack, and without thought, did something that some would say is unforgivable.

From Kiriko's point of view, it simply looked as if the rocket screamed, then suddenly dissapeared in an upheaval of water, like a cery bomb that wouldn't go out being lit in it. I won't describe what a Feraligatr's "death spin" as it is called looks like from a first person view. After a moment, I rose up, and took the sack off Kiriko, and asked her "You okay?"
 
I felt the sack being lifted up. Angery, I yelled for the Rocket to drop the sack. I kicked and struggled harder, but then I couldn't move. All I saw was blue. When I could see and hear again, the area had been cleared of water and I was out of the sack. The Rocket who had been carrying the sack was lying uconcius on the ground. I was exsaughsted and very dizzy.
 
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