Issue #2

Ollie frowns, uncertain as to what to do with this (lack of) information. She reaches into her pocket to check her phone.

"What the..." Ollie mutters as she rapidly thumbs through her text messages. "What... what the hell?!" She shouts, her voice echoing through the sanctuary. Her thumbs rapidly tap out a message that she sends out to everyone on the team:

"OMW to the school."

Tucking her phone back into her pocket, Ollie is suited up in no time (since she was already halfway there). "Please work," she mutters. She bends her knees and focuses on a space ahead of her. Gritting her teeth, sweat beading on her brow, Omen reaches forward to grasp at something unseen. "Hnnggh-!" She grunts, the telekinetic strain nearly causing her to buckle. "Open, damn you!" She shouts as a space in front of her - space and time itself - rips wide open. An electrified, black void violently ripples in the air. Omen takes a deep breath and steps through before the portal closes behind her.

"Oh," is all Omen manages to say when she spots the unfamiliar janitors. "Uhm, excuse me," she murmurs with slight confusion. Her bleeding nose catches her off-guard, and she raises the back of her hand to catch it. Omen curses, looking around as she mutters to the janitors, "Got a paper towel? Also, have you seen, um.. other heroes around here?"

Mimic stands up to his full height, still in the garbage can. "Hello, Omen. I assume you are here to help figure out what is going on?"

"We're in disguise, because we didn't bring our outfits to school." says the chief janitor. Omen can tell he is the chief janitor because his name tag says: "Chief Janitor"

Konrad peers from behind his thick illusory sunglasses at his own name tag. "Janitor in Training? Hey, why do you get to be in charge?" He looks up at Omen's bloody nose. "Hey, are you alright?"

Omen startles as Mimic stands up in front of her. Her sudden gasp only causes her nosebleed to worsen, and she pinches it down a bit harder. "Shit. Well, what's the situation here? What's going on?"

To Konrad, Omen shrugs, "Yeah, I'm fine. I probably just developed a brain tumor, getting here as quick as I did. I really hope this is as serious as it sounded."

Quickly checking the hallway for any students, I wait until the coast is clear before I run out in my hero gear towards where I last saw the group with Mimic.

Void Fist inches towards his desk assuming he's a master of stealth and not being seen.

Void Fist gets his belongings and writes a note to excuse himself from class due to 'reasons' and leaves his desk... Once outside he'll check in with the rest of the team.

I turn towards the sound and glare. Who the hell keeps saying that?