A New School
A Shingeki no Kyojin crossover with Freezing… a new project in the making.
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In the near future are world is being invaded by extra-dimensional beings called… Novas. Humanity's next line of defense are the super-powered women called Pandoras and their companions called Limiters.
It's dark and quiet as a 5 foot 6 blonde walks down an eerie damp corridor. She makes her way to a locker, gently slides her glasses off her all around perfect face. She places her square rimmed glasses on a pink handkerchief. She then proceeds to undress herself, unclipping her bra and pulling down her panties.
Any normal person would have been discouraged by the awfully cold atmosphere but not this woman. Her golden blonde hair cascades down all the way to her midsection. Her body is extremely attractive and perfect to every degree. Some men would call her "Gut punchingly out of their league." But they'll remember her official title. "The Untouchable Queen." There's a reason why she has this title. She was a loner and had no friends, this is due to her unforgettable reputation. She stares intently at the mirror of her locker. Her piercing blue eyes could strike fear into any unfortunate soul who crossed her path.
"Activate: Volt Texture."
Her voice is assertive and deep, her intentions are quite clear.
"DO NOT FAIL."
A spectacle of blue polygons appear out of thin air, soon after her whole body from the legs up to her chest are covered in glowing hexagons. Suddenly the uniform of "West Genetics" appears on her body but this uniform is slightly different from the rest of the other students. It was a long red dress that reached all the way down to her ankles, with gold accents. The dress was open at the top, giving view to her shoulders and breasts. The sleeves had crowned shoulder guards that beard the school's "West Genetics" insignia. This is all due to the Stigma implants she had on her back, allowing her to do incredible things. She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, her expression was straight faced. Meaning she didn't want any bullshit running her way. She slammed the locker shut and headed towards the battlefield that waited for her arrival.
"I will end this game once and for all"
Another year another Carnival.
Carnivals are tournaments held by the Commanders and Teachers. The goal of the carnivals is to pit Pandoras against other Pandoras, basically whoever wins is Number One in the school, more specifically in their grade. This carnival gives students a since of the battlefield and the encounters they may face. This also grants the student the privilege of being the strongest in the class until the next carnival. Usually only 3rd and 4th years participate in this "Battle Royale" but there are 2nd year exceptions. Each class has their own unique carnival, These students show exceptional abilities in training and are the best in their classes, This year only a hand full made it to the end.
The blonde straightens her blue headband and walks away from the lockers. Her destination the Carnival arena.
"Activate: Volt Weapon."
The blue hexagons light up once again and a huge sliver blade appears in the blonde's hand. She grips the handle of the irregular one handed blade; it had a length of 5 feet and had curved edges, her knuckles tighten around the grip turning white in the process.
She marches to the entrance with an indifferent expression on her face.
The Commander watches the hologram of the battle field, His pointer finger and thump pressed to his face almost if he was contemplating something. Which he was. His lips pressed in a tight frown as the medals on his uniform shine in the Observation room. The women that monitor the carnival shout news regarding the battle. Like "Scramble the medics to recover injured STAT!" Commander Erwin Smith frowns once again, as he sees a couple more triangle figures disappear off the hologram grid. These triangles represent the Pandoras in the carnival, when they turn into a square and disappear, these count as a kill. Erwin spots 4 triangles in a group and points to them and says
"Only a few second years made it, it would seem." He sighs heavily before continuing, "Seems like this year's carnival is coming to an end."
He sighs once again quietly; he honestly wished that something spectacular would happen this year. Something eventful, something worthwhile, something that might give him hope for this unpredictable war against the Novas. Video fed pops up and Erwin sees the a group of combatant Pandoras, their faces battle damaged and grimy. The intercom spokeswoman speaks once again.
"THE ACADEMY'S NUMBER ONE IS MOVING FROM BLOCK ELEVEN TO BLOCK TWELVE!"
Erwin's head snaps straight to the hologram grid, and he sees a lone triangle making its way to block twelve. He leans closer to the hologram and whispers,
"Academy's number 1, who could that be?"
Erwin was thinking out loud once again and forgot that he was surrounded by other commanders. He tuned out their mindless idly chant and focused on the grid.
Commander Erwin Smith was an honorable man, He made his way up the ranks. Earning every single medal, promotion, and victory. He was a tall 6 foot 1 blonde man, in his late 20's, His blue eyes shined brightly as he looked at the neon blue grid. He once was a Limiter to a wonderful Pandora that so happened to die in a Nova Crash a while back, he was a student that attended West Genetics. Erwin Smith has suffered and lost many to this unforgivable war, but he endured and pushed past it, making himself a world renowned Commander. Some might say that Erwin's tactics are "inhumane" or "A complete gamble." As one bashful commander put it. But none the less Erwin Smith is the only Commander who has gotten a "Foothold" on understanding the Novas, but they still remain shrouded in uncertainty.
He turns around and addresses himself.
"So, there's one more lift isn't there… Headmaster Margaret?"
A woman dressed in what resembles a nun's outfit stands behind Commander Smith with a smile on her face. Her dress was almost completely white except for a couple of golden lines that ran through the dress. She had a hood that covered her eyes, giving her a mysterious atmosphere, with the insignia of the school on it.
"Yes." She responds.
Erwin turns back to the grind and watches as the Triangle, designated RANK1 turns a corner and stops dead in its tracks. Erwin's jaw drops as he watches the triangle hold its ground, not moving an inch out of place.
"What the hell… why did she stop?"
He looks ahead of the triangle and notices,
"6… no… 7… no wait…9!"
Erwin counts the opponents and suddenly his interest starts to peak, He hears an adjacent commander speak up.
"The carnival is a tournament for 2nd year and above students."
Erwin hears another commander speak.
"It's not unlikely that Pandoras would team up against an opponent, seriously Erwin what's got you so worked up about this Pandora?"
Commander Erwin didn't really care much for the man's tone so he chose to ignore him. He turned towards Headmaster Margaret and stood beside her. His arms crossed and his expression changing completely, Erwin smiled. Knowing damn will what's going to happen on that grid. Headmaster Margaret notices Smith's grin and smiles.
"Seems like you already know what's going to happen Smith…, You know I've heard great things about you Commander."
Erwin turns, a look of confusion written on his face.
"Ma'am?...What things have you heard?"
"Oh… only your victories and countless scientific advances in the Nova cause."
"Oh… those things."
"Commander?"
"Hm?
"Please watch and tell me what you think."
Erwin redirects his attention back to the grid and watches as the opponents dash the triangle. Erwin's jaw drops once again as triangle after triangle disappears. He's astounded that the lone triangle didn't even move an inch. Every second one goes down.. then two more… then three more… until there's one lift. Erwin could basically picture the battlefield in his head. His sees the Pandora raising her weapon to strike the poor soul. Then in one slash kills her target. In reality he's absolutely correct.
The Observation Room fills up with o's and awes, Even Erwin was taken aback by the performance. The intercom blares.
"Confirmed 9 kills!"
He turns once again back to Headmaster Margaret, utter fascination in his eyes. Margaret jabs a finger towards the console and declares,
"That, is why the students call her "The Untouchable Queen."
Erwin steps closer to the Headmaster, he was dying to know the Pandora's name.
"Headmaster who…who is she?"
"Satellizer L. Bridget."
Erwin sucks in a sharp breath, he's heard of that name before.
"She's part the Bridgette family?"
"Yes." Headmaster Margaret responds.
"The Untouchable Queen." He repeats.
The intercom comes on once again.
"Pandoras 4th 3rd and 2nd are closing in on her!"
Margaret turns the Commander's attention back to the screen.
"I'd advise you to watch the screen Commander Smith… the battle isn't over yet."
Meanwhile at Japan's Military Academy, West Genetics. A class under goes an introduction.
"West Genetics was established for one reason… And I'll put this bluntly. To counter Extra – dimensional threats called, The Novas by using the renowned Pandoras… So as you all know-"
A girl towards the middle of the futuristic classroom interrupts the teacher's lecture. She notices this and calls her out.
"SASHA BRAUS! Is my lecture boring you in any way, shape or form?"
The girl named Sasha jumped out of her seat when she heard the teacher's voice echo through the room and her face pop up on her monitor. She didn't know if either one scared her. Sasha was too busy thinking about food to care.
Sasha had chocolate eyes and hair that was in between red and brown, she wore the traditional West Genetics uniform which comprised of a purple dress that ran all the way to her upper thigh and had a white collar. Sasha jumped out of her seat and addressed her teacher respectfully.
"No… of course not Yumi-sensei!"
Her voice trembled in embarrassment.
"Fine then… so if you can, can you please finish my explanation?"
"Excuse me sensei?
She knew the answer so she decided to proceed.
"Well… ok then. The reason why we are called Pandora is because of stigma implants that are inserted into are bodies, we also can… um deploy Volt Textures and Weapons too. Also, the Stigma implants enhance our physical abilities as opposed to normal humans, Stigma are tiny implants that are constructed from Nova bodies and are built upon the Nova's DNA structure."
There's a long pause, A sweat drops down Sasha's face.
"please be right, please be righttt!"
Behind her back students notice her crossed fingers and snicker.
Yumi- sensei claps her hands slowly, basking in every second of the clap. She snorts
"Hm, Not bad for a first year."
Sasha then proceeded to sit down before-
"But!"
Sasha halts and stands back up to full height, more sweat dripping down her face.
"Yes… ma'am?"
It was plain as day that Sasha was stuttering; she got easily intimidated by the teachers and older students, Sasha tried hard to get on everyone's good side.
"Bonus Question Braus, what type of ordinary human can fight a Pandora… or even a Nova and kill it… do you know?"
"O SHIT O SHIT, I have no clue! Think Sasha, THINK!"
"Uh… Uh… um-
Sasha bit her lip hard and scrambled through the recesses of her mind to find that piece of information.
Seconds past before her face lit up in conformation.
"I got it! Is it… The 3D Maneuver Gear Limiters."
"Bingo! You know you're the first student who got that today Braus, Congratulations, Now please seat down."
"Yes ma'am."
Sasha toke her seat finally and released the air she had in her mouth, She started breathing normally and she tuned in on Yumi sensei's introduction.
"Due to the relationship between the stigma, and your own DNA your abilities differ."
Meanwhile in the West Genetics emergency room doctors work on the battle damaged Pandora from the Carnival.
"Thanks to cell regeneration, Pandora are able to regenerate a severed limb if need be, Four years ago I experienced that sensation first hand." Yumi gently rubs her left arm, probably feeling the phantom tingle of losing a severed limb.
Some students snickered at the joke while the others looked at the teacher in awe. A boy with blond hair raised his hand, he had long bangs that could cover his bright blue eyes and wore the West Genetics male uniform, which was tacky as hell. Black and Khaki… really?, You'll be the one to decide.
Yumi acknowledges the boy and responds.
"Yes Armin Arlert?
"Yumi-sensei could you inform us of your time as an active Pandora?"
Sasha speaks up from the back,
"O I would like to know!"
Soon after the whole class responds in unison-
"PLEASE TELL US!" They're real intentions were to waste class time, but to some students they were curious about their teacher's past.
Armin starts thinking back four years and then it hits him.
"4 years ago… If I'm right that was the time of the Eighth Great Nova Crash. You saved Japan from a Type S right?"
The teacher Yumi pulled a black card out her pocket, she typed 4 buttons into the black card and suddenly a video of the Eighth Nova Crash loaded onto the main projector screen. It showed an ocean with an abnormal shape emerging from the sea.
"The Eighth Nova Invasion, or as it's commonly known as the Eighth Great Nova Crash."
Dialogue of the video fills the room up, to the point where no one dares speak a word.
"Off the coast of Muragaki, Type S Nova confirmed." The sighting was heard throughout every single radio in the vicinity.
"Target Deploying a Freezing field in 220 meter radius!"
In the distance a blue light flickers and burns, until a blast of light blue hexagons trap the battle cruisers inside a dome.
"The whole fleet is caught up in the area, all communications have been lost!"
All engines stop and the battle cruisers lie dead in the water.
Until a being raises out of the ocean. The being had a strange irregular shape. The face looked that of a human and had a mask of some kind covering the face, It had a ghostly color of white, with a couple of blue thrown into it and emitted a strange humming sound. What was abnormal was the 4 appendages the came out of the creatures side. Huge flippers that extended outward, it released a blue shock wave, decimating everything in its path. The blast was seen from the sky as jets and military spy planes flew overhead.
"The fleet is lost. Twenty minutes until the Type S makes landfall at Tokyo."
A Pandora was receiving orders transmitted from her Eyepiece scanner. The Pandora knew her job.
"Protect the people weaker than me, until the very end."
The Pandora had long brown hair and pricing brown eyes, her eyepiece dissipates into blue hexagons again as she turns to address her fellow Pandoras.
"Get ready, 20 minutes until it reaches Tokyo, Remember you're training and you'll get out of this alive! And use the strength you have to protect the weak! Understand!?"
The Pandoras respond,
"Yes ma'am!"
Another Pandora climbs up the steps towards the brown haired Pandora.
"Yumi!" She say's.
"Elise?" Yumi shouts back.
"Where's Annabeth?" Yumi asks.
"At home, she'll be here soon." Responds Elise.
Yumi smiles for a brief a second,
"I see." She says. She stares into the sky and silently prays, "I have faith in you Annabeth."
She turns as she hears the Nova release another Freezing Field.
Present day classroom.
"Me and my fellow Pandoras only lent a hand… the real savior of Japan was… That girl… Annabeth Kirschtein.
In front of Annabeth's Kirschtein's grave
A boy no more than 15 years old is standing in front the most unforgettable hero in the Nova war. He reaches for the marble tombstone and touches the edge of the cold rock, he knew each word written on the stone by heart. "Annabeth Kirschtein from 2043 -" he stares intently at the marble and closes his eyes. The boy has a strange hair color, it's a in between brownish color that was slightly bleached. You could see towards the back and further down his head stubbles of brown, where hair use to be but was cut off. His eyes were a piercing shade of amber resembling a nice a cup of tea. His face is sharp and precise as well. Also his eyebrows knit his face to where it's almost like he's always scowling, some people think that the boy looks like a horse. Most girls think he's an attractive jock that plays sports all the time. Jean Kirschtein is a unique individual, even though he doesn't realize yet or… believes in it. He prays for his sister, he tells her that he's off for High School, he updates her on their family and that she now has a new brother, he tells her that he utterly misses her. This is once and awhile thing for Jean to do, the young boy was a realist, he questioned the existence of god occasionally but when it regarded his sister it didn't matter, the only thing that did matter was her. He even goes to an extreme, he makes a promise.
"Annabeth I promise to never let you down… ever, no matter what happens I'll always stay strong. I promise that I'll be an honest man, A man that can be strong but also kind."
He sighs, being nice was a little bit hard for him to do.
Jean remembers the first time he's ever been bad to another person.
"I was only six. I grabbed a kid's toy away from him, Annabeth told me to give it back, I refused! But she had the most lovely and reasonable voice, she told me that if I apologized to the boy and ask nicely, he might let me play with the toy. It sure as hell worked."
Jean giggled silently, that was one of his loving memories of Annabeth. His mind flashed back to another memory.
"The last night I ever saw her…, shit Jean don't fuckin cry!"
Flashback 4 years ago.
10 year old Jean slammed his fist into the door screaming, tears dripping from his eyes, even the occasional snot falling out of his nose. His eyes rimmed red and his golden eyes seemed to fade into something darker. Not quite gold and not quite yellow.
"Annabeth! Anna please! Onee-chan PLEASE!"
Jean bashed through the door with the little force he had, tears dripped from his eyelids like a running faucet. Annabeth was undressing but Jean didn't care, to this day he still remembers the shocked expression on Annabeth's face.
"Jean- What are you-
It was too late, Jean already had a vice grip on her legs. His tears came out in droves, now soaking poor Annabeth's pale legs. Jean begged and gasp between sobs
"Please Onee-chan- Please Onee-chan… I…I don't want you to leave me! Pleassseee!"
Jean let loose, he couldn't stand it anymore. His tears covered his face as he begged her older sister not to go.
"That dumb Nova killed a lot of people… I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU ONEE-CHAN!"
Annabeth kneeled down in front of young Jean and wiped his adorable face, He had a cute button nose and rosey cheeks you could pinch forever. She kissed Jean's forehead and hugged him hard.
"I can't lose Jean, Because I'm unbeatable… you know that. Also, I have you behind me Jean… not just you, a lot of people are behind me Jean, And only we, the Pandora, can protect them. You understand …Jean?"
Annabeth chestnut brown hair flowed in the wind, giving her the most angelic look in Jean's eyes. For the rest of his life he'll cherish this moment.
Reality
A uncontrolled tear rolled down Jeans now mature cheekbone, he opened his eyes, Jean's eyes changed color whenever his mood changed, now they were a clear shade of golden. He wiped the stray salty tear away. His sister told him to be strong, so that's what he's gonna do. Jean's now 15 year old eyes burned with determination and switched to a burning gold as he said his last words to his sister.
"I'll be going now sis, wish me luck!"
And with that said Jean's expression turned into a smug smile, this was a trademark expression of his. He shielded his eyes as a military helicopter hovered over the meadow he was on. He tried to restrict grass and dirt that hurled towards his eyes.
"What the hell? These bastards had to pick me up in a DAMN HELICOPTER!"
Jean turned one last time towards his sister's grave and waved good bye.
"I hope school isn't like Junior High! If so I'm Fucked!"
Mid way between the flight.
A girl with dark brown hair parked her rear end in a seat in front of Jean, Her eyes were closed and she had a huge grin on her face. Her uniform was red all the way down to her mid thigh, at the neck was a white piece that had a blue ribbon attached to the end. Some of her hair towards the back was pulled together and held by scrunchy. She then introduced herself.
"Hello I'm Chiffon Fairchild, the student council president."
Jean fought the urge to roll his eyes, He despised the student council in Junior High and knowing that there was one in this school "West Genetics" irritated him. He decided to take a look at the president. He blushed slightly.
"She's cute."
"Is something wrong?"
Jean's staring was cut short when he heard her voice, so he responded.
"Uh.. no! Not at all!"
"Good, Now, let's do a quick review before we arrive.
Jean resisted the urge to yawn and complied.
"Ok then."
"When a Pandora starts their second year they select a partner called a Limiter from the first years."
"Which is me… I'm guessing."
As usual Jean tries to be a smartass and succeeds.
"Yes! now-
"Wait!"
"Hm, Already with the questions?"
"Why do they choose from the first years?"
"Wellll… that's because of Ereinbar."
"What the hell's Ereinbar?"
"Ah! It's a mechanism in the brain that governs the human senses."
Chiffon grabbed a black remote and pointed it to a holoscreen, she then pressed a button and suddenly an image of the human brain pops up.
She points to the middle of the brain and proceeds on with her lecture.
"Pandoras and Limiters share this mechanism and synchronize their senses during confrontation. The Synchronization is highest when the Pandora has a younger boy for a partner.
"You know I never liked younger girls. TSH! I don't even think girls like me in general."
"That's why they choose younger boys, Pandoras and Limiters that share Ereinbar are called an Ereinbar set.
"Ereinbar set huh."
"Ereinbar Set neutralizes a Nova's freezing field, This allows Pandoras to move around the Nova freely."
"I really hope this isn't on some damn entrance exam or something.!"
Jean stared at the holoscreen intently, his brain absorbing every detail of the Ereinbar set.
"Engagement with a Nova always results in fatalities."
Jean turned to the president and gulped loudly.
"Damn." He whispered.
"There's also another squad that enters the fray when it comes to battling Novas, or even an rogue Pandora that can't control her power… but those guys are our last line of defense."
Jean breath hitches in his throat, he doesn't know why but this seems to be getting interesting.
"There called the 3D maneuver Limiters."
Chiffon clicks a button and another slide pops up, showing a man wearing a device strapped to his waist. It comprised of two identical boxes with an elongated gas canister on top of each box, what look like replacement blades slots are in the boxes. At the end of the each gas canister a tiny hose connects to the back of the device, What really caught Jean's eye were the two handles that seem to work as a "trigger" for the gear. Another hose, this time connecting from the end of the handles to a mechanism that seems to fire some kind of projectile catches his eyes as well. In each handle was a long neon blue blade that seemed to glow brightly. On the back it looked like there were 2 round wheels that seem to house a wire and rope, a "cone" connects the two wheels to the middle as Chiffon describes it.
"Now this is called 3D Maneuver gear, it's a device that allows men and women that are restricted to 2D movement to move in 3 dimensions."
"Wow! How… How does it work?"
"That my friend is a long discussion… but you can read it… in… this manual."
Chiffon fishes through her bag and pulls out a book and throws it perfectly onto Jean's lap, Jean looks at the cover and winces.
"Let see if I can break it down for you. Ok basically It's a rigorous training regiment that pushes Limiters to the limit. They only except the best, from what I heard. On each side of the waist a nozzle shots a flexible iron rope with a sharp hook at the end, This allows Limiters to access higher ground. They use an old fashion gas propulsion device on the back that allows them to use speed, The handles trigger all these things. Novas are lumbering Titans that can crush a human being, The maneuver gear allows Limiters to attack the center weak spot, which is called the "Core." Chiffon clicks a button and the slide switches to a man using the 3D maneuver gear in elaborate stunts. He twirls, swings, flips and zips across the sky. Almost if he was flying. Jean's eyes sparkle with amazement, never has he seen somebody do this before. To him this was a strange form of dancing, deep down he was dying to learn how to use it
20 minutes pass and Jean is somehow fascinated by the 3DM Limiters.
Chiffon ends with,
"You know, just from my time being with you now I can tell you're going to do great things. Just like you sister, Annabeth Kirschtein.
Jean frowns.
"Like my sister huh?"
"Yep. Your older sis was amazing, but unfortunately this war isn't over. Her acts were legendary and will never be forgotten"
Chiffon smiles again, Jean believes that this was a way to pay respects to his sister. He averts his eyes from Chiffon and stares out the window, he can see the campus, to him it looked more like a military base than a school.
Jean listens as the pilots ask for docking permission, as this happens he contemplates himself while waiting. Jean sees his sister's long chestnut brown hair flowing in the wind.
"Big sis, I hope I made the right choice."
He steppes outside the copter, the cold Japanese wind slaps his face hard, Jean proceeds down the steps before he hears-
"Welcome to West Genetics!Oh and welcome back president!"
Jean turns back to Chiffon,
"Her names Tichie Fenille. She's also apart of the student council"
"Nice to know."
Jean's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"There goes another person i'm not gonna like."
The docking field was immense, jets,helicopters, any military grade vehicle was parked and ready on stand by. Jean surveyed his surroundings, what he saw looked like an cement block arena that was bigger than any football stadium Jean's ever seen, it was decimated and destroyed, almost if a earth shaking battle had happened. Technically, the battle was coming to a close
He hears the unmistakable sound of crumpling cement and watches as a wall breaks and rocks fall.
"What the hell was that?!"
Back in the observation room.
Erwin Smith still watches the spectacle before him, everyone's mouth in the room dropped open when Satellizer el Bridget took out rank 3rd in the academy.
"Holy Shit no one laid a finger on her!"
Erwin's eyes were calculating and planning, while the other Commanders were bombarding questions to the headmaster.
Erwin comes to the conclusion,
" I believe Satellizer is stronger than Annabeth Kirschstein , If's that's the case then-
Erwin was snatched out of his thinking because someone was calling him.
"Commander!"
He turns,
"Yes?"
It's the Headmaster.
"What do you think?"
"I believe she's quite the exceptional Pandora, I believe she should have someone keep a close eye one her." He turns towards the Headmaster, "Headmaster could I watch her for in person, I need to see her for my own eyes."
"Of course."She responds.
Erwin turns and watches the video fed, his face in complete contemplation, his lips in a tight frown. "Satellizer L Bridget might be the next breakthrough this war needs."
Jean and the 2 nicest student council girls he's ever met were walking down a hallway of the West Genetics main building. Chiffon was explaining the carnival to Jean, she tells him that they were under the arena. Unfortunately, Jean tuned himself out and stared at the ground.
BASH!
A girl came bursting from the above window. Jean eyes saw everything, from the two long ass horizontal twirly ponytails, to the 2 huge exposed breast that were clearly visible through her almost completely torn uniform.
"Holyshit! Boobs.. real fucking boobs!"
Blood started rushing through Jean's body, even to the places that shouldn't, His face turned bright pink as she landed in front of them as if they didn't exist.
She mutters "Damn, she's sure has gotten stronger, but why-"
She notices Jean lingering eyes on her breast, She jumps and covers her boobs and visible panties, her face pink with embarrassment.
"The hell are you staring at HORSE FACE!"
Jean never liked being called horse face so he retorted.
"Shut up! At least I'm not parading around naked."
'KEEP YOUR EYES OFF ME PERVERT!"
Jean did a silent "Tsh" and turned around before-
CRASH!
Jean catches a glimpse of the most majestic flowing hair he's ever seen. The woman lands in front of him, his body goes rigid. He first sees blonde but then… he sees her. Her beautiful flowing chestnut hair, the smile she wore every day. Jean saw Annabeth. His heart started beating like a drum, bounding loudly against his ribcage. His breath became rapid and his palms started to become clammy.
"It's you Annabeth… it's actually you!"
"It's you." He whispers.
His brain shuts off and his body works on its own accord, and before he knew it, Jean was on a full sprint towards Annabeth. He screams,
"It's you big sis, ITS YOU!" Tears are flowing out of Jeans eyes as he sprints. Jean's not the type of kid who wears their "heart upon their sleeve", he keeps his emotion locked away and bottled up or talks to a friend but Jean was alone for 4 years, no one but himself and an unborn child. Jean wraps his arms tightly around Annabeth, he uses so much power that he pushes himself and her off their feet. He muffles his face into Annabeth chest and cries, he repeats-
"Don't leave me again Nee-Chan! Don't ever leave me! I need you!" Jean continues to rub his face against Annabeth's chest. Poor Jean doesn't realize that Annabeth wasn't there, Annabeth mutters.
"Please! let me go!"
Jean screams back,
"No! Never! I can't lose you again Nee-chan!
Satellizer el Bridget was in the most embarrassing position with the tall young man, Her face was pink with embarrassment. She tried to bring her dress down so that her panties and garter belt won't show. Her body became suddenly hot as she tried desperately not to moan, her breast were her weak spot. Blood rushed throughout her body, even her hips started move on their own accord. Almost if she enjoys this type of physical contact. She pleads,
"Please let me go!" Her face flustered, and her voice sounding girly and childish.
The boy refused, until her body became rigid and heavy. White see through Hexagons appeared around the area Satellizer was in, her eyes dilated in shock.
"Oh my god, this boy's using Freezing without a Pandora, and it's incredibly strong, I can't even move my eyelids.
Her opponent that stood above her, Ganessa Roland toke this as an opportunity and striked. Her Volt weapon zoomed towards her eyes, Satellizer only watched in complete horror as the dagger approached her right eye. Her pupils dilated in fear.
Jean was brought back to reality when he hears a cutting sound. He looks up at Annabeth's fsce and curses under his breathe.
"It's not you."