((Sorry it's so long! I promise the other posts will all be shorter)
Michael Geier - Vectors Genius 2nd year
My, it was busy wasn't it? Michael Geier looked up at the hustle and bustle of the school with cool blue eyes. As he looked, his lips began moving. A couple people passing him gave him weird looks as he said,
"1 up, 23 right, 2.138mph, 38 incline at 5.6 feet and counting. Balancing step will fail unless at greater than 90." As if she was trying to fulfill his prophecy, a girl with long brown hair in front of him took two steps forward, before one of the wheels on her rolling carry-on jumped upwards as it hit a rock, knocking her off balance. Her right leg stretched out to balance herself, but wasn't going to make it. She gave a yelp, but Michael had his arm around her waist before she could hit the ground.
"Careful there, darling." He said in his usual, smooth manner. She stammered an embarrassed thanks as he helped her right herself, then went on her way.
Now then, time to go to his own dorm. The vectors in such a busy place kept changing and it was tiring his mind to keep updating the situation. He'd focused on the one girl, because she'd been in a less-populated area, unlikely to be knocked off course. Idly, the math geek glanced around him, wondering why they were all in such a raving hurry. Then again, most of them were getting back from vacation and back into the "school mode." He'd never gone back home, working and living on his own, and Michelle had been forced back to that ridiculous shooting school in Britain. His parents really didn't care what happened to him, merely paying for his tuition because having two kids at wealthy schools would give them a good name. They still couldn't understand why he'd even been accepted here in the first place.
Michael had always been very sure he and his sister were special. He had been equally sure that his parents were idiots, but he didn't mind. He preferred they had no idea he had any talents at all, since it made his life easier. Michelle's abilities had always been too obvious, and look where that had gotten her - sent overseas and treated like a pawn. As far as Mr. and Mrs. Geier were concerned, the only time Michael said anything, it was nonsensical and foolish. Of course they had no idea that the numbers he sometimes randomly spouted when he looked at them were distances, speeds, and angles, all very logically thought out and predicted. It was funny, then, that he hadn't been at all surprised by his invitation to a good school. Truthfully, he'd been receiving a few for quite some time, but most of them were universities, and he wasn't interested. He'd chosen Iriswalk almost exclusively because it included standard-age students and because he'd liked the name. He hadn't kept his calculations a secret, because he knew his parents didn't read math-related papers and wouldn't understand anyways, but at one of their fancy parties for the wealthy and famous, he'd "accidentally" bumped into a famous mathematician and done a little demonstration. That had been a few years ago, and he'd done it because it was boring without Michelle to listen and understand. His parents really couldn't understand why he'd suddenly started receiving letters for good schools. He really couldn't understand how he was related to the two of them.
He spotted the math teacher from last year, greeting some students as they came in. He made a beeline for her. She smiled at him in a friendly manner. "Welcome back, Mr. Geier."
He grinned at her mischievously and began speaking numbers, daring her to calculate the situation he was giving her. She took the challenge without pause, giving him the answer within moments of him finishing his make-shift scenario. As usual, her calculations were flawless. Satisfied, he moved past her and to his room, 203. There were a couple people already there. "
Ivy and Hector, ah my lovely animal people. It's nice to see you again." He said, leaning against the doorpost. His beautiful, colorful snake Manaya slithered over his shoulders seemingly out of nowhere and affectionately wound its way first past Hector's feet, and then around Ivy's. She was glad to see them, too, no surprise there.
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Michelle Geier - Fighting Specialist 2nd year
Michelle woke with a start, staring up at the clock. Oh shoot, she was late. She'd arrived by plane the day before, and booked a hotel nearby, only to be caught by jet lag.
Michelle Geier swept her long black hair from her face with her seemingly delicate fingers. She didn't look very strong, short, small in frame, but there were small signs of her talent in every part of her life. Her palms and wrists sported very strategic callouses from firing guns ambidextrously consistently. As she slid out of her comfortable PJ's unabashedly, she revealed a muscled figure her clothes normally didn't reveal. She dressed with a short, casual dress with short sleeves and long black tights - it gave her pretty good mobility, but also helped preserve her decency and made it so that she didn't have to worry about marks on her clothing if she was using a weapon of lower quality. Two unloaded pistols were strapped to an otherwise unnecessary belt, her license to carry them tucked into a water-proof pocket in her dress. She had a scar on her right calf, from where one of her classmates had accidentally tripped and fired a shot. Even her movements were lithe, cat-like, making it clear she was very comfortable in her body, but somehow still conveying the sense of alertness, like a coiled spring. She pulled two hair twists onto her left wrist, a habit she'd acquired in case she had to prepare for a fight, but otherwise the only piece of jewelry she sported was a light blue, dangling earring, the back of which had been modified to be more secure. She hadn't had any piercings before she and Michael gotten these, and she had been criticized for wearing it wherever she went, but she had always refused to part with it.
She'd received her letter halfway through her last semester at the advanced training program she'd been in a year ago. Iriswalk. She'd heard of the academy - it was famous for churning out incredible students and as far as she could tell, money wasn't the only thing you needed in order to be accepted, much less scouted like she had been. In all honesty, she'd been rather surprised; while Michelle was a better shot than a large number of adults, and had proven herself capable in martial arts, her academic record was far from perfect, and she wasn't that famous outside of certain gun and martial arts fanatic circles. Prodigy. She snorted at the thought. She'd only been able to get as good as she had in shooting because Michael's suggestions had taught her which instincts to trust when firing, and so what if she was good at some martial arts? As a result she'd been reluctant, at first, to accept the invitation, even keeping it a secret from her parents, but as the semester had dragged on, she realized that she really didn't want to go anywhere else. If she went to a school full of gifted kids, maybe she'd be able to be treated as the rule, not the exception, she'd always wanted to experience a normal high school. On top of which, she had no intention of competing in the Olympics or becoming a child spy for whichever government her parents decided to favor. Even less did she want to become a bodyguard for hire, a field that sounded as boring as it did dangerous. Eventually, the athlete knew she'd be shoved into one or another of these things since she didn't really have any other talents, but she still had every intention of delaying the inevitable as long as possible. She wasn't looking forward to it, knowing that she'd get a lot of flack for being small in stature and relatively young.
Whatever. She refused to think about that for now. She checked her reflection quickly in the mirror to ensure she had everything necessary, then flicked the earring lightly for luck, it was her daily ritual. Folding her hands, she offered a "good morning" prayer to the Lord, then picked up her backpack, which was camouflage patterned, but otherwise very normal. As she took a cab to the school grounds, she idly wondered, as she did every morning, how Michael was doing. They did contact each other pretty regularly, but Michael had muttered something about computers taking over the world before she'd left, and they usually conversed through old fashioned mail. She'd been both delighted and surprised to find him at the same school last year. At the time, she hadn't told him she was coming to Iriswalk, because she'd made the decision rather hastily and also because when she'd called their parents to inform them, they'd told her he'd been shipped off to some other fancy school. As far as she could figure, those idiots still had no idea that Michael's brain was hard-wired for instantaneous calculations, and had no idea why he'd been accepting to such a prestigious boarding school. They didn't even know where he was going. They didn't care, so they hadn't asked.
Since the end of school, last year, he'd simply told them that there were arrangements for people who wanted to stay over the summer, and they'd accepted it without question. Michelle, however, was forced to return to England to continue her useless training throughout the summer. As such, both of them had been separated for the entire summer from both their parents and each other. Not that the first was such a tragedy. Every morning one of those things she included in her prayer was "please help me love my parents again today."
She threaded her way through the school, moving quickly but with the impression of utter calm, until she made it to room 206. As expected, she was the last one there. She smiled at Lucifer, Adore, and Wisteria each in turn, with equanimity that hid her chagrin at being on the late side.
"It's been a while! I've missed all of you. How were all your summers?" Her words were casual as she set her things down in the last bed, unlocking Maxwell's cage to let him out. The vulture flapped and gave a caw before landing on the post of her bed, instinctively knowing where to go.
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