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Reginald Hargreeves Home for Super Powered Children
Reginald Hargreeves Home for Super Powered Children
Also known as The Umbrella Academy
An eccentric billionaire once bought a few children born under crazy circumstances. That hasnāt changed. The timing in which he bought them though, thatās new. The first seven children were found at different times, brought into the Academy and trained to work as a superhero team. After their first Bank Robbery the news of the Inaugural Class of The Umbrella Academy spread world wide.
Seeking other super powered children or others born of the 43, Reginald opened his Academy to others as they came. Opened his home to children in need of learning how to control their powers. Sometimes they were bought, like the original, and sometimes they were runaways. They all had some form of a power or talent, though not all of them were useful to him.
The Media calls them The Umbrella Siblings, though not all take the Hargreeves family name.
The man still studied every child as he did his first seven, trying to learn everything he could from them. Each of them had a number, and if they came with no name they were given one by Grace.
Reginald did vigorous training with each student, as well as made sure their education was perfect. Study was important. Pogo was considered a Professor for the school, and Grace tended to teach those willing to learn about cooking and health care. Once in a while, if a super powered adult was in need and could help train the kids, they were brought on board as well.
All children of use are part of a team, though once they reach adulthood the uniforms change from school uniforms to leather suits and the missions are a bit more darker.
The Idea:
Play as children, play as adults.
Play in an actual Academy setting, a bit like the X-men but in a Hargreeves kind of manner.
Go on missions.
Do training together!
Teach a class!
Make out with someone in a dark corner.
This is a great setting for those not part of TUA cast to join in as if they were. Teachers are always needed too.
Feel free to play as Children, Teenagers or Adults. And don't forget your Domino Mask!
Bucky Barnes - Teenager OTA
Bucky had been hauled here from Russia, taken out of the medical institute and taken off his medication that they had him on for all this time. It had kept his brain empty for the most part. Mellow and sedated. Easy to take orders from the doctors. A model patient. He had been used to fight for sometime, doing assassins work off and on. Training the young to be strong like him, but he was kept mellow. Under control.
When he lost an arm and it grew back on it's own he had made news, and Hargreeves had found him, bought him and brought him to the Academy. His mind was clearing up more, but going off the drugs had left him uncomfortable and distant. His dorm room was shared with someone else, so he didn't stay there often. At the moment the kitchen was empty, so he found a place to sit at the kitchen table and stare. Not eat, not snack, not get a drink, just sit and stare, feeling distance and lost.
He can sometimes be found in a training room, throwing hard punches at a training dummy that was built to take hits from Number One and didn't normally move for anyone BUT One. Bucky could get it to shift, to jostle. He's stand there punching it for hours to give him something to focus on.
Other times he could be found in the library, seated on a chair with a foot under him, reading a book. Though anyone who got good and close might find it was a borrowed comic book tucked away in the spine.
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The coast was finally clear after a day trip for her to put them in the usual hiding place in the library, in amid the cookbooks which were really just there from when Grace had been programmed, as she had most of the contents of that whole bookcase in her memory banks, but it wasn't like Reginald to get rid of something that might be needed or might be useful later. But as neither he nor Grace ever went near the shelf in question, it had been deemed the safest place to put the comics until everyone had gotten a chance to read them, at which point they were moved to 'the archives' which was the suitcase Lucy had arrived with a few years prior, buried in the back of her closet.
She smiled when she spotted Bucky, giving a little wave as she crossed the library, stashing one of the copies of the current issue in the usual place and tucking the other into A History of Arctic Exploration before she made her way back over to him, "Hi, you enjoying the quiet or would you mind some company?"
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Dec. 9th, 1996. Child known as Lucy Weaver delivered to the Academy by an associate of the mother. Mother has fled the country and abandoned the child. Initial assessment of abilities seems to show unnatural luck, further testing required to determine whether this is simply a preternatural assessment of possibility and probability or an actual altering of potential probabilities.
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Number Thirteen, or Lucy, was most often referred to as 'Lucky', for fairly obvious reasons, and she didn't mind that, she was probably the one who'd started it, insisting that all of them needed nicknames to go with their actual names, though that hadn't stuck as well. Of course, she was also occasionally called something along the lines of 'spooky little gremlin' due to her habit of entering and crossing rooms when no one was actually looking, often seeming to just appear in the midst of the others. For her first few months at the Academy she actually took great joy in startling the others by doing so. But, within a few months she'd settled in, though it had taken some of them longer to accept her than others, she didn't really mind it.
Of course, given as how she'd spent the first seven years of her life on what amounted to a hippie commune, there were two things that it was almost impossible to get her to do. The first was to keep her shoes on, Grace did her best, but Lucy always managed to slip them off and hide them sometime between breakfast and lessons.
The second thing was keeping her indoors. Any time that it wasn't a meal or a lesson, she was in one of the house's many courtyards or on rare occasions up on the roof, but after the Sleet Incident of 1998, she was usually found closer to the ground.
Despite both of these things, however, if there was a mission alarm, she was always ready and waiting, shoes and mask firmly in place, because she knew the rest of them had time to get used to this and she had to be just as fast if she wanted to keep up, to really be considered one of them.
In inclement weather, when disappearing outside wasn't an option, she made a point not to disappear inside, and was usually the first to ask Luther to put on some music, especially if it was a weekend and they didn't have any formal lessons -though they usually had some kind of written coursework. Or instigating games of tag or hide and seek, or as the years progressed, an ever-evolving game of their own design, some part capture the flag, some part dodgeball, and some part sheer bullshit due to the number of rules they changed and enforced at will, and while Reginald frowned at the game in general, he never actually stopped them from playing it, as it was just as good as group training sessions.
[ooc: Catch her wherever, whatever age, I want all the things.]
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There were times that they were given time off from training and study, from practice and homework. Those times were filled with games, and while some decided to sit and read, others ran the mansion with a wild game of no powers hide and seek tag.
Ben was... well, he was one of the ones reading. Curled up on a couch in the library, a book in hand and ignoring the world for now. Treasure Island, one of his favorites. He liked to escape to the islands and treasure hunt in his mind. He was just fighting pirates when someone came scrambling into the library and took to hiding behind the couch he was in.
Leaning over the back of it he peeked to see who it was. "What are you doing?" He hadn't heard there was a game going on.
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Training sucked. He hated training with the tentacles. It always wore him out and Father made it go on for so long. When he was done with training this time he felt so worn out he could cry. "Dismissed, Six." Father had said, leaving him in the training chamber in the basement where he had just spent hours trying to summon something more than tentacles. The disappointment in his fathers words bothered him. He just wanted to make him proud.
He sat outside the training room, covered in a bit of slim and who knows what else that came from his belly, and he covered his face to try and get the cry out. Do it now before anyone saw him. He rubbed at his face, sniffing and feeling worn out. And oh so hungry. This took a lot out of him.
{Tell a joke, crack a smile, whatever you do, don't give in; 2
He waits under the stairwell until he hears Reginald relieve Ben, and retreat back upstairs to do whatever stuffy old man bullshit it is he does when he's not busy tormenting 'his kids'. That's when Klaus pops up and darts down the hall to where Ben is sat, hunched over and exhausted. He skids to a stop and practically slides into spot next to him. "Hungry?" He asks, producing a packet of peanut butter crackers from his pocket. Okay, it's not much, and Ben will definitely need more, but it's something and that's gotta count!
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Sniff.
But the offer of food has him looking at his brother again, sniffing still as he stared at the peanut butter crackers. He reached out to take them, a miserable little "Thanks..." spoken. He tummy growling at the simple site of food.
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"I wasn't gonna eat 'em anyway, and I knew Dad dragged you down here." He's not sure which of them hates their power more. Maybe it's a tie. But Ben has a stubborn desire to please Dad still left burning inside of him that Klaus never really had. Klaus isn't convinced Ben's conviction is the better of the two options, either.
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He held the crackers and peeked over at his brother, frowning softly. "How long was I down here?" he asked, unwrapping the crackers and taking one out, taking a bite, because you shouldn't eat them whole, but the moment food his his mouth he shoved the whole thing in, giving a small Mmm sound. He seemed to melt a bit with the crackers, his tummy growling as he ate one.
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"Mom's almost done with dinner, I think." He shrugs a little. "I've been down here, waiting for like almost two hours or so." Waiting for Ben. For his chance to try and cheer his brother up, and offer him some dumb snack he'd swiped from upstairs.
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He's shoved a second cracker in his mouth before the first is completely, Mmming again as he allows himself to relax a bit more. Back into the wall, yes, but also partly leaning into Klaus with his shoulder. "Sorry I took so long." Because of course he'd apologize for his training to have gone long.
He hoped mom was making roast. He was famished.
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"It's not your fault," he says with a shrug, and he's content to just leave it at that.
He smiles a little as Ben munches on the crackers. He's glad he'd thought to grab them before he came down to wait under the stairwell. "You ready to go upstairs?"
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He shoved another cracker in his mouth and chewed, seeming to relax a bit more. His tummy rumbled and not from creatures inside. He choked down the chewed cracker and mumbled. "I guess." About going up stairs. He looked down at himself, still a bit of a mess. Sweaty and gross from training but also from summoning things out of his skin. He frowned. "I need to change anyhow."
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Once Ben decides he is officially read to head upstairs, Klaus takes the lead, running up the stairs two at a time until he finally reaches the top and wrenches open the door leading into the main part of the house.
Everyone else has already eaten, but Klaus waits for Ben to get ready before heading into the dining room to slide into an empty chair, piling food on his plate. "What d'ya wanna do later?" Probably not a lot is Klaus' guess; he never felt like doing much after his training days, either.
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And he follows Klaus up the steps, one at a time, and eating his last cracker on the way. He moved to go to his room, rummaging around for a change of clothing, tossing the others in a pile and leaving them. Dried off, cleaned up a bit and in clean clothing, he went to join Klaus for food.
He followed Klaus in piling food on a plate, fully intending to eat more than he needed too. he felt starved. "I don't know. I have some reading I need to finish?" He said, sounding unsure of it really. Maybe Klaus had a better idea.
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"Reading for homework or for fun?" They were the same in Klaus' opinion, but he knows Ben's a nerd and actually likes reading for some reason.
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"Um... I know I should say for homework so you don't mock me for it, but no. Just for fun. There isn't much else to do around here anyhow." Mmmm food.
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"I dunno," he shrugs a little, "I'm probably gonna play Zelda or something." Video games were Klaus' preferred choice of time-wasting, which was much to their father's chagrin. At least if Ben wanted to read, he wouldn't get disapproving tuts or eyerolls about it, but Klaus didn't care. He would spend what minuscule free time he has however he wants, thanks.