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  1. Jonah took his sweet time getting to the estate, looking on the nonplussed side of things. Not that he wasn't impressed, he didn't think that he would ever come to Fiji, but he was hoping to get to the more rugged terrain on the interior because... well Jonah had a type. That wasn't the sunny climes, but he wasn't bothered so much as ruminating if he could duck out, but he figured that'd he get lost and well there was a limited time table. He still was dressed for February in New Jersey, a heavy red flannel, a knit cap over his unruly blonde hair, work out sweats, and battered sneakers that protest his continued growth spurts. He was filling out that six foot eight frame. His duffle was filled lightly, as he didn't really keep much on him where for this trip, apart from a book provided him by an advisor assigned to him and some changes of clothes. Not that he really was ever bothered by weather. "'Lo Ryan," he rumbled at the other guy as he moved past him. And given he was in a safe space, or at least one he could stop holding his one trick, he released the 'disguise' and his skin faded to a chilly blue, his hair turning into the white of a fresh snow on a mountaintop, the temperature lightly lowering around him. Moving to a chaise lounge, he straddled it and lowered his bulk down onto it, and he fished out electronics to put them into the bag, and glancing at everyone else, noting them.
  2. Jotunn His form shimmered back as he debated going back to mist as he moved after the others, "I am all for going around, if we're supposed to be stealthy." His eyes narrow as he looked around them. "I can try and scout from height, but other people might be better at that then me." He was generally incurious about the abilities of the other people, despite being a competitive jock type, his preferred sport pitted him against himself, and after initial posturing on arrival, he had settled in.
  3. The mist swirled and rushed at the two men drawing their weapons, moving quickly until it coalesced into his rather large frame, which erupted out of of that fog like an ice demon. Shifting his stride, he turned his hips to them, and changed to a hop to let him bring one leg up into a sidekick into right to the guards face. Jotunn's momentum carried him through, and his foot landed thunderously as he was face to face with the other guard. The icy stream of his breath pouring out into the air around him through his face mask.
  4. Okay I am skirting around his use of his Super Strength given it sheds an aoe debuff. So if they're around 50' or less, which is what it seems I am going to turn off Icy Mist form power mid rush to them and just give a running boot to face of the nearest in the hopes of doing a surprise And taking 10 if extras.
  5. Okay, best guess on the distance between Bernie and the guys drawing their sword? His Immunity to the Cold descriptor should cover his obscure effect.
  6. Jonah's skin turned blue as he leapt from cover, his body dissolving into a cloud of icy mist that landed after Bernadette's attach, and spreading out to cover her. This was not an ability he showed off, actually he never showed off really, apart from his general toughness and strength. "This is gonna get cold I am sorry. If I tell you to get away from me, please listen." His form somewhat visible at the center of the fog, as it spread out, and he was being attentive to their surroundings.
  7. Jotunn was going to keep creeping, working to use whatever is available in natural environment to keep himself obscured, with Multi going in like that, he uses his Icy Fog power, and uses that to land near the doors the archers came out, to fog up the joint in case more come out and to Obscure Bernie.
  8. Stealth you say? 26 on Stealth check
  9. Jonah loomed over the rest of the people who were stuck here, his thumbs hooked in the shoulder straps of his backpack. His heavy brows knitting together as he frowned. Normally he might have a snarky response, but, ah... "Did we get hit by a truck?" He turned about, scanning their surroundings as he reference isekai setups. He glanced around, and he frowned a little more, as he moved after the rest, keeping up his 'normal' human face at the moment. Unhooking his hands, he brushed them over his shorts, and then moved them up to pull his hood up, and the gaiter like mask up over his face to cut off the steam that was coming out in a stream from his face.
  10. Jonah arrived, looming at his height. Given he was still growing that was hardly surprising. His bags and luggage all in hand with ease, as even without enhancing himself, but given he was the better part of six feet, eight inches in height he had a lot of real estate to dangle a duffle bag from. As per normal had on athleisure clothes, as he exuded jock vibes, with loose joggers, light tennis shoes, and a sleeveless hooded shirt, that showed off his condor like arm span, and lean, corded muscle of a climbing enthusist. He did the upward nod, and grunt at Owain, whom he recognized. "Hello." And then he swept his gaze over the others in the general area, and nodded offering a small smile.
  11. I totally missed because flux. RETURNING STUDENTS Name: Jonah Codename: Jotunn Year: Junior Pronouns: He/him Current Intramural Team: None - Current Roommate: I don't believe I had one Reflection: He was disappointed with himself and how he related to others Independent Thinker: Mostly what he wants to do, he figures he'll pivot to college after he's done, and then move on to something there. Probably try to talk to his dad, though he still largely uncertain and certainly doesn't want to be influenced by him.
  12. Yeah sorry about that, bring something up for peeps will @ you soon.
  13. Jonah did a magnanimous 'after you' hand sweep movement, as he stepped aside to let Leon go first. Whatever was in his craw with the other boy didn't show. What he did show was his arms folding across his chest in way that wasn't put upon. The kid was big, and more than that it fit when he made such a gesture, even as his face showed minimal response.
  14. Jonah was doing this for the exposure, to get out of his comfort, and well he didn't expect to be auditioning, really. It seemed informal, and ran by a student so... He glanced awkwardly and then he straightened his back and pulled his shoulders back as he queued up in the hopes someone would get it first. "I am probably better served with building stuff, or like, moving lights. But, ah, I did prepare something just in case..."
  15. Perhaps Jonah's whole power being was being weed, because he already seemed bigger than the prior day. He ambled on inside, looming as he did. Not that he thought he'd be a good actor, given his voice has started to quaver and crack as it wanted to go to a sonorous depth, and that would make monologues just be grating. No, he expected to do some manual labor, or something. This wasnt his normal thing. But his allotted time in the simulator was limited and there weren't really a good mountain nearby. He came in with a uniform shirt that was a little on the short side, that he simply hadn't gotten a new one for yet. He gravitated towards Rosalinde, just for where she was, and he didn't know her. "You in charge?"
  16. "Maybe." He was rocking, and wriggling in his seat not so much agitated as clearly just not able to sit still. While he was not frowning, his condor-esque wingspan was folded across his chest. "Sure. I guess. Lot of stuff depending on the good graces of someone who'd think that deal was something to offer. I mean, they probably got contingencies for someone like us. Right?" He snorted enough to jostle his body. "I mean, like, they might be nuts to enough to go back on their word. Which, ok, dumbest thing even. Because I will totally just go gaga over an alien overlord who lied to me and the nuked my family from orbit."
  17. "Cool," came Jonah's curt reply to Paper Mache. His tone said he didn't care about Leon's excuses, or justifications, or whatever. The memory of getting called 'blue' by him immediately told him most everything he needed to know in the current framework. But, he wasnt open to having a discussion because he didnt see a point until he was pushed again. His overt attention immediately slid to Mastermind, as he received his first (and by his estimation unsettling) mental communication. But Leon, with his love of hearing himself talk, continued, and he rolled his eyes and sighed. "Okay, whatever man. Rather than saying 'Hey I've earned this rapport with these people,' you immediately turned it into a 'newb' insult. So, okay cool. Whatever." His attention was pointed to Mr. Hawke then, "You got any assigned reading or...?"
  18. Jonah, would, under normal circumstances let it slide. Then...then Leon dug at Holly. For no reason, and he shifted a bit. And then Wilona left after his words. "Leon, if you have a point it's buried under you being an asshole? Or second thought just stop showing off how clever you think you are in front of other people, like friendly adversarial stuff is earned. You don't call strangers a dumbass as an intro because you can't get walk it back." Another shift as if he was uncomfortable physically with his words, or just unable to sit still, "Same as acting like team dad to people who don't really know you. But whatever... We're all dumb kids still in puberty. Or at least I am. Or able to admit it." He let out a huff, a short blast of frosty steam poured out, and he looked to the window, braced for detention, or something similar.
  19. Jonah folded his arms across a broad chest and there was a transition from oblivious teen to menacing in a way that was natural. Not that he seemed to be trying, it was more 'Oh, he is big' creeping up. His expression moving to as close to pensive as a sixteen year old could muster, while the topic meandered past a point he could talk about well. "Like, I dunno, Leon. Who did thet take it from? Do they need it? But then, I mean, yeah, we are making decisions for who needs money more." He had no strong feelings regarding money, as he grew up comfortable, and he was blissfully free of angst.
  20. Jonah pivoted from a look of chagrin at the two felones, to him blinking owlishly and den father. "Sure?" He seemed nonplussed at Ryder's efforts, there was a bunch of pre-existing dynamics he was sort of bounding in like a puppy and it was for the best if he just shut up. Which, good somethings didnt change, I guess, he thought, and being not great with a poker face, his heavy, sharp features dropped into a scowling frown. He half rose from the chair and shot the bottle like a basketball to the waste basket across the room from him.
  21. At Carmen's outburst Jonah pulled out a little commercial spritz bottle. "Wait I got something!" And he spritz the contents into the air, a slight herb like smell on it, for those who say. "I knew I'd need to stock up on liquid catnip." He said it with such a deadpan voice that it was hard to read whether he was joking. "But, Owain? Like, I don't think so. A component of evil is totally the expectation of of people," he lifted his big hands and made finger quotes, "'beneath' you to owe you anything. I mean I don't think anyone owes anyone else anything, just like power isn't this whole responsibility thing, because well like read a history book, and that isn't true. Like I want to be like a park ranger and do mountain rescue, because I don't think I am a costume hero type. But, then before this happened I was in my old school's baseball team and I was probably use that to get a scholarship. So, I guess Lennon was right, and it's like more true for us, about plans, and stuff."
  22. "Like, Ryder, dude, bruh, like yeah. We can all do things others can't, right Wilona? Like..." He frowned as he searched, not trying to thread a needle, but rather seeing the issue. Then he thought he got it, "Everyone has abilities they can do better than others. I was good at sports before, Ryder has a gang gang of little robot bugs, Wilona, uhhh, I guess you like fire? Sorry we haven't really hung out." "Anyway, like, a good coach is not one who just praises your abilities, even if they are exceptional, they give you honest critical feedback. Like, if you're getting just praise from people, then they're at best just bad at making you better, trying to sell you something, or at worst they are just bad." He drew in a deep breath, and he pursed his lips. "I mean, I had to do this.. and its difficult. But I am not better. And I am pretty sure that even if I do right then I won't do it right. Rather just hike and climb mountains and rescue people back there."
  23. Jonah managed to shrink a bit at the grin from the teacher. "Probably gonna be bad, my writing is a solid C. At best. But I'll try." He then shrugged, knowing he'd back himself into a corner, and reminding why he didnt have surges of bravado, but, well here he was. His expression was a mix of bemusement and contrition. He blinked at the question, and he shrugged a bit. "Another one where I'd know more, like if a friend just sort of became a supremacist with nothing leading up that kinda says... Mind control or some sort of influence, which, I guess punch the guy responsible for it, if that'll work. As for like a progression into it that's natural, I'd like to think I could stop it, but I dont think I am very convincing... And it's really hard to convince people they're wrong, let alone they've been conned." He drew in a deep breath, his eyes flicking back and forth as he was thinking, and organizing it. "I guess it's less my friend, and more who their new bros are. But if my friend is hurting people, then I have to stop them."
  24. Jonah had settled, as the teacher explained, sort of. It was a little aggravating, but he abruptly fell into laughs at the comment of of jail being cold and hell being hot. His chest shakinging and his voice a rumble that seemingly dropped several octaves. "'Kay. Ya. That's pretty good Mr. Hawke. I mean, like, bring up religion and talk of consequence in way that's built around something to be afraid is, I don't think, a good thing to do. Gonna show us the slides for STIs in health class next? Like, your question cannor ever place us in the place to be able to answer the question, except as like an exercise, and this discussion wont have bearing on how we act, right? Like, we can armchair quarterback from here till the rest of you are..." And he snorted and shook his head, rolling his eyes at realizing he was making a pun, "Blue in the face, but, like... Okay, let me ask you all this, you are free climbing a sheer cliff, with no rope, or anything, and your grip slips. What do you do?" Unfolding his hands he held them bladed and gesturing with them to the table, at the point he was driving at. "Now answer that question again five years from now, a decade, so on. The answer changes. Because circumstances might be different, and you definitely should be different. Even that's a trick. Because the situation presented might seem to have all these options, but there is a very few actual responses: let go or grab at the cliff. And one response is definitively the right one, at least in the view of the asker." His attention went back to the teacher, "So, I don't know, I will never know. I'll just do my best in that moment. Because I am not better than anyone, and I am gonna do my best to not be ruled by fear as the reason for my decisions, because it's liks the Mind Killer and stuff."
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