Thunder King

Crimson Tiger (With Michael) Mali grinned warmly at Michael. "Hey, no problem. I got a lot of help coming up, it's only fair. The more you do the better you get, and the more stories and scars you get. You holding up okay?" She could tell that the kid put a lot of pressure on himself just by looking at him. It wasn't much different from her. She had powered classmates to keep up with, after all. She pulled out a card. "Untraceable number, burner phone. Feel free to text me if you need advice. Except for like....girl trouble." She shrugged. "I've never had any luck in the romance department." Before she made her way into the room, she turned back. "Also if any of the new crop wanna learn how to throw a punch better, lemme know." With that, she strolled into the rest of the area.

Crimson Tiger At the Entrance A jet black 1967 Dodge Charger pulled up to the entrance. The engine purred as the door opened and a young woman stepped out of the driver's seat. A young man stepped out the other side. Mali wore a red suit with a faux white fur trim, a business suit send up of a Santa suit. She wore a pair of black designer heels, and walked in them with a practiced easy grace. She gingerly handed the keys to the valet, slipped a bill into his other hand, and walked towards the entrance. Her hair was short and done in a wild style. If it weren't for the impeccable cut of her suit and her makeup, you might suspect she rolled out of bed with her hair like that. The young man was about two inches taller than her. He wore a gray suit with a black shirt and a red tie. He was smiling amicably. They looked distantly related, having the same eyes and similar face shape. As the crowd of Claremont students wandered into the building, Mali caught up to them. As they walked, she turned and smiled. "Must be the new crop of Claremont kids. I'm Crimson Tiger, class of 2014. This is my cousin Somchai. I'm thinking of sending him to school next year. He's been going to a prep school for the past couple of years, but he's eager to get his feet wet. I told him about my adventures, and now he wants to get in. I told him no earlier than sixteen, though." Anyone observant who looked at Somchai could tell a couple of things by looking at him. Firstly, he was rather built. Taller than his cousin by three inches, Somchai was clearly quite fit underneath his suit. Secondly, his eyes were darting around the area. Not out of nervousness, but just taking things in and trying to learn about his environment. Mali left Somchai with the kids as she strolled inside, looking for old friends to hang out with, as well as the bar.

Sever (Outside with the Claremont students and Velocity) As the Young Guardians arrived, Ryan could only think about how he thought a limo was impressive. He was in such a different world after joining Claremont. Ryan nodded politely and gave a smile and nod as he shuffled into the building. He stared upwards. This was entirely out of his element. He needed, he thought, to be on his best behavior. He kept his hands in his coat pockets and nodded to the rest of the students. His old coat wasn't as warm as it once was, but it still did the job just fine. He was thirsty, and a bit hungry, and very, very curious. He felt so out of place, but he kept his smile on. He wat

Sever (With the other Claremont students at the limo) Ryan stepped out of the limo. He wore a slate gray button up shirt and a forest green tie. He paired that with a pair of black slacks and a plain black vest. It was the closest to formal wear he had worn in years. He bought them a few days before in his efforts to dress up for the party. Nobody knew who he was, nobody could connect him to the hero identity of Sever, so he didn't bother with a mask. Over his vest he wore the same beat up old coat he had been wearing for years. He got it when he was thirteen, as a donation to the orphanage. It was two sizes two large, and now that he was finally growing into it, it was wearing out too much. He could probably afford a decent coat with his stipend, but the truth was, he wasn't quite ready to let it go. His shoes were uncomfortable. He'd spent a few days wearing them to get used to them, but they were still stiff. Despite his physical discomfort, he was excited. He dyed a streak of red into his hair as a nod to the holiday, alongside his usual black hair. He chuckled to himself as he got out of the limo. He stretched as he took in the sights. This was going to be interesting.

Ryan stretched. He wore a maille haubergeon over a black tunic, and that over a pair of gray sweatpants. On his side, he wore his sword, with a zip tie to keep it closed. Not that he couldn't break the zip tie easily if he had to, but it was for safety. Over that, he wore a black cloak. It was too warm to wear the hood. He felt legitimately badass and cool. He stepped up and picked up an axe. He took careful aim, and let loose, throwing it just right of center, hitting the target with a solid thunk. The truth was, he'd been training extensively with his body. Honing his reflexes, and especially practicing his sword play. "Claremont certainly is interesting." He mumbled to himself.

Ryan heard the last of the conversation as he stepped back into the hallway. In one hand, he carried his hollow body guitar, in the other, he carried a stool. He chuckled. "Well you guys wanted me to play, so..." He sat the stool down, sat down, put his guitar against the wall, cracked his knuckles, and began to play. His fingers danced along the strings and frets. He avoided the usual driving metal and rock tunes he personally preferred in favor of something lighter, more dynamic, and in some ways, more complex. It was not hte most complex piece he had learned, but it was well played. He hadn't been practicing his guitar as much as he would like, but he could still play well.

Ryan had to chuckle at the little green guy. He grinned. "Oh, hey, cool." He dropped to a crouch and sat in front of Gookgak. He chuckled. "I'm Ryan, nice to meet you. Yeah, stay away from alcohol around here, it'll get people in trouble, including you." he extended his hand, hoping to shake it. He, of course, had no idea what the little guy was, where he came from or what he was doing at a school for teenage superheroes, but none of that mattered. The faculty knew who he was and why he was here. That was all that he needed. "Okay, so we got a little green dude." he shrugged at the others. "Daniel, guess you're my roommate. You cool with that?" He briefly considered retrieving his guitar, but decided against it. "I play guitar sometimes, if that bothers you, I can always leave. And don't worry, I'll have headphones in if I ever play something heavier."

Sever needed to train. He needed to train and practice. He needed to get stronger, faster, and better with his sword. As it was, he felt like he was aimlessly flailing, with no real success. This guy was easily tearing his offense apart. Nothing was working. If he managed to survive this, he'd double down.

17 to attack. if that hits, DC23 I think? Damage save.

21 Acrobatic Bluff. He's pretty sure he can't hit this guy reliably without it.

Ryan had scarcely moved out. The truth was, other than the orphanage where he grew up, he had nowhere else to go. So he largely kept his things there over the summer. He had considered bringing one of his guitars down with him, to play music for the students, but he had decided against it. Mostly because he didn't think he'd have time. And he didn't. He spent most of the time answering questions. However, when the young woman dressed like a pirate walked out of the building, he gave a quick, appreciative nod of his head. He knew she would have to go to her own building, and probably didn't have time to talk. he had spent a lot of the summer training. A lot of training. The sword fighting manuals he'd found were really starting to help him. He also suspected he might actually start learning German by sheer accident, since that's what many of them were written in. He managed to buy himself some new shirts. Mostly band shirts. He wore an old 80s metal shirt over raggedy old blue jeans. he had a light purple streak in his hair, over his right eye. He realized that, as an official greeter, he could be wearing better clothes, but he truthfully, simply didn't own much in the way of better clothes.

Riposte by Thev For Sever; One rank each in Base Attack and Defense (2 PP each, 4PP total) 2 points of strength to bring it to 18 (2PP) 2 points of Enhanced Con in his powers list (that'll bring him to 26 total, and increase his toughness to A second rank of Takedown Attack (1 PP) Move-By-Action, (1 PP) That should be all 10, bringing him up a bit for his junior year!

Sever sped past his armed opponent, running a literal circle around them before jumping up and over, bringing his sword down on top of his opponent. As he crossed over to land where he had been before, however, his opponent blocked his attack. Sever landed where he had been before, and cursed under his breath. He was trying to keep his head straight and focus on one enemy at a time. This entire thing was so far above his head that he barely understood where he was or what he was doing. But there was another guy with a sword, and fate decreed they must fight.

13 Probably a miss.

Sever is going to use Fast Acrobatic Bluff to try to get this guy's guard to open up; 22 If that works, will probably power attack.