nirvana.

“Not even if I said something like, are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got FINE written all over you.” Eugene wiggled his eyebrows, “I like to live life on the edge, and yes definitely not intelligence. Or seduction. Care to guess what my abilities actually are?” He chuckled, not taking any offence to their teasing. “That’s usually why I use them. I know they won’t work, but it usually get’s people talking to me.” He shrugged, before grinning. “I hope I don’t come across as sleazy, that’s the last thing I want. Oh?” Arching an eyebrow, Eugene looked at her questioningly. “Now I’m concerned. Should I be concerned?”

“Now that’s just awful, the other one at least had a little charm to it. You’re lucky you have a handsome smile, otherwise I might’ve WRITTEN you off entirely.” Nirvana teased. “Good to know that the whole seductive side you’ve got going on is genuine and not some trick up your sleeve then.” She winked playfully, eyes lighting up in amusement as she took to properly studying the other, trying to search for any tell that might give it away. “Not sure, though if I had to guess, something on the creative side or super strength.” They couldn’t help but giggle, a small snort laugh slipping out. “Hey, I think getting someone to laugh is a lot better than tricking someone into lousy sex for five minutes, forms longer lasting bonds.” She insisted, shaking her head. “Far from.” She mumbled as she started walking, glancing over her shoulder with a smug expression, answering his question with a small shrug. 

   “Yep. Back when I went to school those were the worst because I was that kid that always had to have hand sanitizer and you can only imagine.” He shrugged a shoulder. “It’s what I do.” He again let out a laugh, “I want to say that I’ll take full responsibility however.. you may not find me for a while so there’s that.” 

Rene leaned away slightly–hoping against all hope that maybe he could blend into the background and they’d forget he was even there. Aliens and space were interesting, sure, but he hadn’t even figured out the sentience he was surrounded by. He took a long, long time to answer. Processing every possible way to respond. “What do you mean believe?” He was mumbling–probably too low for them to probably even hear what he was saying. “We already know that it exists. Unless you mean that you question what the facility is for.” He kept his head so low that his chin was nearly touching his chest and his eyes were watching the knots in his sneakers. 

“No,” he said. “I need not wonder. Not believing in the exists of life outside Earth is highly illogical.” He almost laughed. Almost. He was doing that thing again. The thing honesty thing that always seemed to get NTs all riled up and huffy. He flinched, wondering if they would be the same. They probably start fighting or ‘playing devil’s advocate.’ Rene braced himself for it. 

“No, yeah, I know that the place exists, but there’s so many theories and questions around the place, so naturally, I question a lot. For all we know, it could be the place where future super villains are being trained to attack us at any time, which is only slightly less of a concern.” The more the conversation lingered in the air, the more Nirvana questioned. It wasn’t something she’d thought often about, but after having recently watched a documentary of sorts on the place, they couldn’t help but ponder. 

“And so was believing in people with super powers, yet, here we are. It used to be a thing we read about in comic books, but now it’s our reality.” Nirvana countered. “So, I mean, aliens existing doesn’t seem far fetched at all, at least certainly not to me.” 

Legal Name: Alessia Nasim Benigni  Alias: Nirvana Gender & Pronouns: Demi-Woman & Any.  Age: Twenty-Three Traits: Patronizing & Self-Sufficient  Ability: Charisma

“I-… I am not sure how strong aliens would be to be honest.” He nodded his head and looked towards her. He was definitely confident in his own powers, but he didn’t know how well others were with their own powers. he looked over towards her and shook his head. “They definitely might kick some of the other’s asses here. So a mission might end up in an all out battle.” He was mostly wondering out loud, but knew that it was still something he would’ve said in response. “In other words. I completely agree with you.”

“Only one way to find out, send in the most disposable first, even though that sounds harsh, it’d be a shame to lose someone of value.” And that didn’t sound much better, Nirvana realized after they’d spoken. “But of course, this is all a theoretical plan that I doubt the school would ever truly play out. Not that I’d be opposed to an all out battle. I mean, what’s the point of this place if not to go into battle at some point? As much as I love picturing some of the professor’s faces as I throw punches at the punching bags, it’d be nice to feel like I’m actually going somewhere else.” They continued to ramble on, smiling at the other’s agreement. “Glad to hear someone else has a good head on their shoulders around here, I was beginning to think this place was all muscle and no brains.”

“Move. You’re in my space. I’m not going to fuck around here.” Oliver barked his orders, his face twitching with anger. He was always hot-headed, more inclined to throw fists first and never both asking questions.

“Certainly not with an attitude like that, you’re not,” Nirvana grumbled under their breath, unable to prevent the amused smirk that caressed their features. “If the rest of us have any luck, you’ll keep that attitude and get expelled sooner rather than later.”

Anthony stared at the girl in front of him, cigarette still hanging out of his mouth. He stood up and stared down at her, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke to the side, keeping his eyes fixed on her. “I’m pretty sure I could get around that policy.” He gave her a wink and took another drag, sitting back down on the bench. “As I was saying…. this space is occupied. So fucking move.”

Nirvana couldn’t help but scoff at the attitude of the male in front of them, a dramatic GASP following closely behind. “Oh I’m so terrified,” They feigned a tremble, eyes narrowing in on his gaze, never drifting. “Looks as though going to sleep is now out of the question, so unfortunately for you, you’ll have to deal with me taking up this FREE space on the bench.” The irritation in their voice doubled as they purposely sat down as close as possible to the other. 

    “It’s not but it’s rather annoying especially if it’s in between where you bend your fingers.” He pointed out. Paper cuts were something he hated the most. Something so tiny stung so bad sometimes and it was just more annoying than anything else. He dramatically sucked in a breath of air, making a face, “Well…… up until now there have been no side effects but you never know.” He joked. 

“Well I’ve got plenty more of those pick up lines first if you’d prefer?” Eugene grinned, before shrugging his shoulders, “I somehow doubt you are, but even so, I’ll take my chances.” Teasing back, Eugene sat on the arm of the sofa, chewing on his bottom lip slightly as he looked back at her. “You heard those pick up lines right? I’m terrible at flirting, of course I’m still pure,” He hoked with a huff, before his eyes widened slightly again. “And what exactly would you be doing to corrupt me?”

"As humorous as I found them to be, I think you’d be better off saving them for someone else.” Nirvana replied honestly, deciding against elaborating. “That’s a big chance to take in a school filled with people that have little control on their powers, you know? Guess this means I can cross super human intelligence off your list of possibilities, huh?” They teased, before grimacing, realizing how harsh that might’ve sounded. “Or at least, when it comes to street smarts.” She added, in hopes to soften the blow. “I don’t know, you manage to get other’s to laugh and I’d say that’s the goal of most pick-up lines. Plus, you seem a lot less sleazy in comparison to the usual crowd of male that spits them.” She chuckled. “Where’s the fun in telling you?” 

Anthony often liked to sit by himself on a bench in the courtyard. It was his favorite time of the day - 11 at night. The air was cool and it smelled as if it was going to rain at any time. He had his sketchbook clutched in his hands, drawing the architecture of the buildings around him, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the air flow through him. He opened his eyes and saw someone standing in front of him, jolting him back into reality. He quickly closed his sketchbook and stared at the person in front of him and began to grab his things. He stopped and stared back up and began to speak, “Can I fucking help you? Jesus Christ, are you just gonna stand there all night?”

The stench of cheap cigarette smoke was impossible to miss in the smell petrichor lingering in the air, an unexpected cloud left an unpleasant feeling dancing through her veins. She hated how something so insignificant reminded her of a past she so longed to leave behind. Her mood instantly soured, only worsening as she’d realized she’d unintentionally awoke a BEAST or so it’d seem from his instant overreaction. “And if I do? What exactly are you going to do about it?” Nirvana snapped, the irritation undoubtedly present in her eyes. “Pretty sure this school has a strict no murdering policy.”

The truth was that sometimes he was a little too much. He read into things too far and he always tried to find the logic in things but that’s just how he had always been. Yet, he was never cold or arrogant to the extent that people feared telling him things. Corvus knew there was a thin line and he rarely ever crossed it. He listened to them speak as it was one of his favorite things to do. He loved listening to people talk about things they were passionate about. He then noticed that they had gotten a paper cut when turning the page to their book, “Here.. Let me help.” He reached over to grab their hand, the paper cut vanishing before their eyes. “Better?”