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The Painted Desert, Arizona

September 22nd, 2020

14:00 PM


Doctor Alexander Macedon stepped out of the van, and into the bright light of the Arizona desert.  If his heavy backpack weighed him down in old age, he didn't show. He was an older man, having pushed past 70 some years ago. He would tell anyone that bothered to ask that he was retired, and yet, he was, standing in the Painted Desert once again. Once again, the headmistress had convinced him to take a group of students on a survival class.


He could only hope that it went better than the last time.


Macedon's hair was thinning and grey, bordering on white. His beard was cut short, barely more than stubble. His left eye was hidden behind an eyepatch, with horn-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He wore khaki pants, a white dress shirt that was already starting to stain from sweat. His boots were heavy, but solid. Dressed for the weather. His well worn cowboy had was held in his hand, lightly fanning his face. He wore a slightly oversized revolver in a holster on the right side of his belt.


Turning to the van, he grumbled something, before speaking up. "Alright, hurry up and get out here, kids. We don't want to waste more sunlight than we have to." 


The students were even younger than the ones in last batch. Fine. He'd deal with that. More of them were just regular people, no powers, just training or tech. He could respect that. He had even allowed them to bring their gear, as long as they carried it themselves. For emergencies, of course. Not just for the regular class.


"Rule number one: I give an order, you follow that order. This is a survival class. You're going to learn how to survive if you ever end up in a place like this. No buts, if or maybes. As far as you're concerned, I am in charge."

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I thought that in the desert we want to avoid as much sunlight as we can, actually.” There was a smirk on Luke’s lips as he jumped down from the van. Finally by the way, they had to ride like for how  many hours? To get to a freaking desert? For survival class? Come on!


He stretched his arms, very deliberately before adjusting his backpack on a shoulder. His clothes, a white tank top, gym shorts, worn sneakers and a faded baseball cap, were already beginning to get soaked in sweat. Great 


Of course boss.” The smirk was still there, obviously together perhaps with a hint of mockery.  Sure the Doc’s old cowboy look kinda gave him an ok vibe in Luke’s books (plus that guy had an eyepatch come on! He must have had some cool story to tell.), yet the sixteen years old wasn’t exactly receptive to the whole, drill sergeant speech. He has had enough of those when he was in Juvie after all.


So what are your orders boss?

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Madame Raven

Knowing what to expect Callie put on a pair of shades before putting on a sun-hat, you dressed for the weather however much she’d like a comfortable hoodie right now. Every year since she was little the family had gone out camping in the wild, so she had a pretty good idea of what to do in most environments. But she was happy to let the old man, even if chances were she knew more than him. Her father couldn’t help but try and prepared her for anything.


A little sun is good for you, just make sure you use plenty of sunscreen.”


As she stepped out of the van she shoulder her rucksack which contained all her survival gear, as well as her costume just in case trouble started.

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Nevermore II


Charlie was dressed very differently from the others. A pair of khaki shorts, sure. A bright red t-shirt with a big picture of Daedelus on the chest. Aviator sunglasses, a black cap with a white exclamation mark on the front. It made sense. But under it all, he wore a dark suit, his full costume, with the cowl hanging from his neck. You could just see the top of the teal raven's beak peeking up from under the neck of the t-shirt.


"Man, I don't know what the rest of you are complaining about. Its nice and cool here."


He swung his old worn out backpack over his shoulders, having already checked the contents in the van. The survival gear they were allowed to bring, the rest of his costume, his utility belt... 


Survival class, where he could use his tech, including the fancy costume that Alek had put together for him? The one with the thermal underlayer? 


Yeah, no problem at all.

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You make do with what you have.

Climbing out of the van Zach was almost the perfect image of someone wasn't quite as prepared as they wanted. Sporting Denim shorts, a grey T-shirt with a stylized graphic  of Doc Metropolis working very hard at rebuilding a jenga tower, worn-out sneakers, and a normal school backpack that looked absolutely packed to near bursting. Though to be fair it was currently holding his folded down armor inside it so it probably had only the absolute bare essentials in it otherwise.

Finally though he couldn't resist the small tease that'd been sitting in his minds lap for the entire car ride.
"Charlie just want you to know, friend to friend, i'm going to laugh really hard if that suit starts to chafe after we've been hiking." Zach playfully jabbed before looking towards Macedon and the others.
"So Bossman, is taking pictures during the trip a no go? Or can we take as many as we'd like if we don't fall behind?" Not that he meant to take a whole lot of pictures...well okay maybe if the girls wanted to. Actually brain can you not. That'd be great. Focusing a bit more at the task at hand he couldn't help but notice the upscaled revolver hanging on their chaperones hip.
"Anything we got to worry about out here that needs your revolver to match Dirty Harry's?

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Muirne was glad that she hadn't worn her armour, as she was already suffering from the heat and wearing maille would probably have killed her. Instead she was wearing a loose white silk shirt that covered her arms and an airy long skirt, all to keep the sun off her skin. She was slathered in sunscreen and was still worried that she would be burned to a crisp. She knew how to survive in the wild, but she had learned to live in the wild in England. She'd read into how to survive in a desert so she was also not sure why he was talking about wasting daylight, since by all accounts it was better to travel at night.

"Wouldn't it be better to travel at night? In a real survival situation we might not have sunscreen, and the heat would dehydrate us." She walked up to join the group, and might have glared up at Charlie's back as he bragged about his gear, but she would deny it if asked. She picked up her bag, approaching Doctor Macedon. "Could you please explain your reasoning Bodere1 Macedon?"


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"Call me Macedon. None of that boss or sir language." He seemed genuinely annoyed at the nicknames. With everyone out of the van, he inspected them once more, even if he didn't share his thoughts about them with, well, any of them.


"Stayin' in the shadow is good an' all, but you won't always have that luxury." He seemed to fade for a moment, like he was lost in a memory. "Some times, it might be a race to survive. You might be hunted. Or the temperatures at night might be freezing. This is how we do things in this class. We move during daylight. There's strange things in the Painted Desert at night, and I see no reason to test our luck."


He pulled out a map and held it high. "Now, do any of you city kids know how to read a map? Who's up for giving it a shot?"

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Sunscreen? Never needed it.”  There was a cocky grin on his lips. Well… He did spend a lot of time outside, but not exactly in the desert, whatever.


Show off.” He chuckled as he gave Charlie a playful nudge. “Not that there's anything wrong with that.” Yeah, what was the point otherwise right? He smirked.


Yeah, right?” He laughed at Zach’s teasing. 


At least it looked like he was not the only one who had picked what were pretty much just street clothes for their adventure in the desert (more for a lack of choice to be honest, but whatever). 


Hey that’s exactly what I thought… Great minds think alike you know?” Another smirk. 


Cool. Macedon. Fine boss.” Luke chuckled. 


Makes sense, guess we won’t always have a choice.” He ruffled the hair on the back of his neck. Not that he expected to be chased in the desert anytime soon, but then again… 


Strange thing happening at night? Can be cool… what is it about Mr. Macedon?” It did feel like one more reason to stay after dark didn’t it? 


Now Luke Landers wasn’t exactly the type who volunteered while in class (more like the one who did his best to pretend that he was invisible, given his far from stellar relationship on the matter of academics), but they were not in class that day and well, he had always felt more confident with more practical stuff.


Sure why not. Let me take a look…”  It didn't feel so hard, yeah, most of the symbols and lines were easy to read after all. "So where are we going, exactly?"

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