Cedar was mostly unaware of the less usual powers, under belief that his own are a result of fine-tuning. He retracted his hand and gazed vacantly, a thing easier to do when behind glasses.
"How do you guys think people will react to a diploma from here? The unusual are kinda...
“Cedar, if you please,” the boy replied. He shifted his shoulder, then offered a hand.
“I’m sure the slow’ll help you think more. If that’s ever needed, I guess.”
Cedric then pondered his own abilities, recognizing their potential, and that perhaps he would have to go full Daredevil to get...
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"ai ai ai-"
Cedric coughed, then appeared dumbfounded.
The school surely wasn't that big?
Never heard of Cedar?
Poor soul needs a blessing, n' he's walked into it. Cedric adjusted his glasses.
"Found I forgot my cane t'smorning. Could use some help, then."
He smiled blankly at the man...
The party was led through a corridor of, most likely, offices and labs judging by the excessive amount of staff verification. Unpleasantly, a couple of them even required a blood sample for entry. Although this is a common practice to accommodate for differences in anatomy, its use isn't nearly...
Prolly L.A. They don't give you the most complex ****, I think. Find it hard to read with my eyes, though. Lame." He actually preferred math since number-crunching is engaging and interesting for him, but that wasn't the question. Besides, it's more fun to apply it to the sciences...
The dragonkin's eyes scanned his list twice, then longed toward each member of the group. He huffed, then a door opened next to him. A small, gray, humanoid alien wearing a flashy cloak stood atop a hovering cuboid and waved with grandiosity. His kind was barely seen by most, not for their...
"So, uh, you're my 29-4's, huh?" Cauduas asked without turning or anything, not even waiting for the group to catch up.
He was a bit disappointed by how each held themselves, but at least they seemed pliable. This in itself brought hope to his head, something he really needed going in.
After entry, each aspiring employee was to enter a scanning capsule, held for no more than 30 seconds as computers analyzed every inch of their being. The occasional contraband would be caught, bright sirens reacting instantaneously, then the capsule would open: empty.
Before exiting it...