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Guardians of the World

Time Psyduck

Time Psyduck

I can see the ending
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They have found their way through. There is now no option left for you to save your world, apart from the one we discussed. I know you didn't want to involve anyone else in this, but that time has passed. Team Aurora will not stop because you want to keep this undercover. There is no choice. We have to create the guardians.
'M', in a private communication.​

As a student of Joseph Fredrickson High School, you never though something like this could happen to you. How could you suddenly transform yourself into this creature that you are. Why did this happen, and how are you going to keep this under wraps - after all do you really want the whole school to know you're a freak?

But there is a darker underside to all this. Suddenly more of these creatures are showing up, attacking for no reason, and it's down to you to prevent it. There are also strange men, who can keep these creatures in small orbs and use them at their command. This sounds a lot like that TV show, Pokémon, that used to be big a few years ago, but that wasn't real,
Was it?
 
A funnel emerged in the night, pale blue pulses emanating from the rim and sinking into the centre. The funnel was aimed downwards at about 45 degrees, and floated several hunderd feet above the city. No-one below, however, seemed to notice it. Suddenly a jet of pure white light emerged from the funnel and began to descend. It split into four beams, and each one split again, crossing paths with other beams. As they split, the light gained colour - a multicoloured array, all falling towards the buildings below, swirling, each apparently on a course to hit something - or maybe someone - in particular. Suddenly they reached buildings and, as suddenly as they had emerged, they were gone. Nobody below noticed a thing, apart from one man, who had been waiting for the light to come.

"What do you mean you lost them, M?" John asked, speaking into a small headset attached to his right ear. The cold wind snatched at his coat, satchel, and hair, and he shuffled a couple of textbooks which were tucked under his left arm.
"After they came through, the energy disappeared from our equipment. Therefore you, as our agent in your world, need to locate them," came a calm, deep voice from the headset.
"Oh great. So it's my job to look for your 'guardian' people is it. Thanks."
"J, you know this is importan-"
"Did I say I wouldn't do it," snapped John, as he felt for the mobile phone in his pocket. He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He stopped for a second, and then fished it out again, turned it off, and replaced it before walking on.

He arrived at the school, as he had planned, around 20 minutes before his first lesson - Maths - and so he walked through the relatively quiet hallway to his locker, where he dropped of the textbooks as well as his lunch from his bag, and replaced them with a couple of folders and textbooks for his first two lessons.

Within the locker was more than just books and food. Hidden at the back, amongst various pieces of rubbish, was a large black box beneath everything else, what appeared to be a small vanity mirror apparently put there by John's predecessor, an old, cheap mobile near the mirror, a disposable camera, various recordable CD's and a PDA, which John removed and took with him outside, where he sat on a low wall, giving him a full view of the main student entrance, and began to type.

((Edit: Start anywhere you want, but before school starts and preferably not too long after this post ends))
 
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Aseos came into school with a grim look on his face.

Oh, great. Another day, another annoying teacher droning, another obnoxious jock boasting, another fun filled school time... I can't actually believe I'm still here after all this time...

He went up to his locker, twisted the knob for the correct combination, and opened it. It was fairly bare, with textbooks, binders, notebooks, folders, and a few novels he was reading about sorcerors. He took out his chemistry folder, notebook and one of the novels out of his locker along with a few pencils. He proceeded to get to his class 10 minutes early to discuss his grades with his professor.
 
Izzy walked into the school, head down and staring at nothing. Crowded school hallways in the morning made her want to baa like a sheep being herded. That was actually a good analogy for school in her opinion; wandering around pointlessly, sitting down, getting up, wandering around some more..
She opened her locker and started putting her stuff away.
I hate school.
 
Balia walked into the school with quite the entourage - a group of 'friends' who she was currently keeping about her in order to let them hear her latest news. The school was only quiet for so long, and once she was here, the hallway became quite crowded. "So I was having a dancing contest with Anna - it wasn't really dance, but DDR, but we chose our favourite songs. I can tell you, she was really good, but," And her announcement was cut off by a chime from some of her admirers, gushing about how nobody could be better than Balia at something! She waved them quiet with a hand and continued loudly. "Yes, Anna was really good, but I managed to beat her - I even had a bigger combo!" And she let the next wave of chatter wash over her as she strolled down the hallway. Coming to her locker, she opened it, checked her appearance - her hair was a mess like usual, but her uniform was, thankfully, spotless - and after taking out a textbook, strolled back to the entrance, letting her followers group around her in a large clump of meaningless talk. Through it all she was smiling and adding mindless little remarks to the conversation, just to make the others feel like she was really listening.

Still, her thoughts weren't on her classes, or balancing out her new group of friends. She had had that weird dream again - the one where she was running in an endless field of grass, under a blazingly hot sun... It would have been a nice dream if she hadn't been something else. Something - not her. And it hadn't just been today. Too many times this month she had jerked awake, frightened because it just kept coming back... So she kept up her smile and tried to distract herself with nice, normal thoughts while she worried and fretted inwardly. A glance around the hallway, outside of her own circle of influence, only drew her attention to a few other students - none who looked worried or scared. Hmph. And she didn't even have to look at her friends - their faces showed nothing but blank admiration and happiness. Nothing wrong in their lives, that she could tell.
 
Izzy gathered her books, hiding her beloved sketchbook between two of them. She slammed her locker door shut with a very satisfying bang, chuckling to herself as four people standing in front of the surrounding lockers jumped simultaneously. It was ridiculously noisy in the hallway as usual. A huge group of girls in front of her were talking way too loudly about who-knew-what. In the middle was a girl she vaguely recognized as Balia, who was talking and smiling with everyone else, bragging about beating someone in a contest.
"Queen bee much?", she muttered in a voice only barely audible in the din of the school hallway.
 
Tyler moved his tie a little to the right as he walked into the school, he woke up 5:00 AM today, he usually woke up early, and he couldn't help it since he didn't feel tired after waking up either. He went to his locker, and took a quick look at his scheme for the day. "I have art class now, so all I need to bring is a pen and eraser" he thought, as he took out the pen and eraser from his locker, closed and locked it. he took a quick look around him as he passed by the main entrance on his way to class. There was a horde of people around the room, as usual. he didn't pay much attention, but he managed to see some faces he recognized. The main thing that caught his eye was a guy some years above him, Tyler recognized him due reading through the list of students at school from time to time, and he was sure it was John Henry. He didn't pay any more attention to the subject and continued to his class.
 
Vai opened her window in her room, almost not noticing the time. She put some textbooks in her bag, and grabbed her watch.
"Crap, *insert time here* already?" She ran out of her room. "I'm leaving!" Vai yelled. Her mom said something from upstairs, and she locked the door.
"Crap, crapcrapcrap craaap.." Vai muttered as she ran to school.

((Errr... I'm having her live near the school, if that's fine, yes.))
 
((Hai!))

Mysti awoke at *insert time here* "OH MAH GOOOOSHH!" Mysti yelled as she jumped out of bed, got dressed, grabed a granila bar and pulled out her bike. She cycled to school.
 
Tom was, as usual, late for school. In fact, even if he had the ability to fly, he probably wouldn't have made it to school in time for his first class, maths. Not like he really cared, actually. He continued to walk at his slow pace, his face buried in a long gray scarf wrapped around his neck. A few students hurried by, trying to get to school, but Tom still kept his eyes on the ground and hands in his pockets. The November air was chilly, and Tom pulled his black uniform jacket closer to his body. He probably should walk faster, since the school had heating and all, but... He had Math first period.

The school slowly came into sight, a large building of dull, gray walls. Tom realized that he was actually a few minutes earlier than usual -- not like that helped him, for, as he turned the corner, the school bell started to ring, reminding students to get to their class. Tom stopped in his tracks and stared up at the building.

Joseph Fredrickson High School. He had been here for who-knows-how-long now. A boring school of boring classes and boring teachers. Maybe he should ditch school today... But he had already bothered to walk all the way to school. Tom sighed and pushed opened the large doors, and walked in.
 
Ira opened the door to the school and stepped in. His feet slid on the floor a bit; he always had this weird tendency for his foot to pivot outward slightly on the heal after each step. Even he thought it was odd; it would better fit on a pidgeon. He recalled his first class and headed down the hall until he came to the door.

((Is it okay if his first class is Genetics?))
 
"Come on, I need to go," Amanda said to her mother. She rushed out the door, jogging all the way to scool.

Quickly, she flew through the door, almost bowling into Ira. She swerved around him, her short black hair flying everywhere. She was very small compared to him, being about a foot shorter. She was hurried as she rushed to her locker, trying to remember her first class. She almost laughed at herself... she must have looked ridiculous.
 
Ira turned around and watched another girl run straight past him. Shrugging inwardly, he continued to stand there waiting for the bell. Did it ring yet? He noticed that she must have been younger, since she was a foot shorter.
 
((You can pretty much set your own timetables and live where you want.
To clarify you already have the powers at the beginning of the RP))

A shrill bell rang over the school. John checked his watch
Five Minutes
He stood and walked into the building, fighting the the crowds of people in the corridors, and heading upstairs to the Maths department.
 
Balia watched with some nervousness as her friends dispersed, heading to their own classes. She only had two left - hardly a shield against her dreams... Or the reality that she tried to not think about. She was some sort of freak, like an experiment, or a mutant. And every time she had those dreams, she wanted so much to change... To change, and stay like that. It was more than frightening, it was dangerous. She wanted to huddle in a corner and tremble and try to hide from what was happening, but her pride wouldn't let her do that. Her stupid ambition had given her a practically ideal life, and she had to keep going through the regular motions of school even when she wanted to run away. Yes - running sounded good...

Well, time for English class. What fun. Balia might have been good at it, though she didn't boast about it like nearly everything else. But right now, when she was distracted, doing schoolwork would end up being a chore. Acting, lying and working well? That was impossible. She wasn't capable of it when her thoughts kept returning to... that. She fixed a rather aloof half-smile on her face, nodded at certain points to appease her friends' chatter and made her way to her class, shoulders tensed.
 
Vai quickly walked over to her locker, and kicked her bag in. She didn't actually need anything for Gym... oh yeah, gym clothes. Vai pulled the bag out again and took a plastic bag out. She headed towards the gym, nearly missing the wall.
What's with you today, Vai? She asked herself.
 
Art class. Her favorite class, and the only time when Izzy would draw in front of other people. They were supposed to be drawing people, but she kept finding herself getting distracted and drawing a creature that looked like a fox with sleek, spiky yellow fur and having to start over her drawing. It was sort of bothering her; though she couldn't think of what it was called, it was familiar for more than one reason..
 
Tyler was sitting in the Art classroom, with his MP3 turned on in order to concentrate better, listening to his favourite singer Voltaire, and the song "Snakes" As he began working in detail on the hair of his drawing, listening a bit more closely to the lyrics.
All the while you claimed..
Tyler took a quick look upwards, but quickly turned his sight down as he could clearly see his reflection in the window close to the spot where he sat.
..the ghost in you lives, but it's dead..
"I really need to come over this Spectrophobia thing, it's getting out of hand" he thought, as he continued drawing.
..it's inside my head..
 
Aseos finally got to his chemistry class, just as the professor was finishing the notes for the day's lesson. He spoke with him for awhile, and after Aseos was satisfied with the professor's compromise, he sat down and got out his materials.

Well, at least no one's here yet to poke fun at me. I really should get some friends, but everyone here's just too darn narrow minded. They don't see how much of a friend I can be. Oh wait, now I sound like one of those people that's everybody's friend...

Aseos watched as the students all filed in and after a few minutes, the professor began the lesson.
 
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