This is Orbis. Here, the Roman nations are a superpower.
This is George Stoneman Secondary School...somewhere in Los Angeles. It's got a lot of pupils. In general, this tends to be good news for quirky students...and bad news for average ones.
Inside, the office door of Principal Taglialatela towers over the floor. To say that she runs a tight ship would be an extreme statement. Regardless, she's been doing this for a while. Some have dared describe her as the "Italian Dumbledore of secondary education."
In the front room of her suite, Raviya awaits judgment. He's in trouble...because he swore in class. And we're not talking just one word; he practically stood up, and monologued a string of swear words. With that said, literally, he'll be lucky of Ms. Taglialatela doesn't expel him.
For a while by now, Raviya's had a fever...as well as more than a few powerful urges. A pessimism has swept through him...as has a matching paranoia. The heat will soon be on, at this school. Once again, its waves will surely rush past him...as if he wasn't even there.
He doesn't mean the California heat; there's always too much of that to speak of. THIS heat comes from his destiny...for whatever it's worth.
Things haven't been weathering well on the home front, either. His parents have gotten a rather icy divorce. And for a while, Raviya's had a crush on his babysitter. Seems strange, that they still think he needs a sitter... Either way, he can't bring himself to protest it.
Alas, it's just as well that his family's in a fissionary state. Nothing's forever, after all... Raviya...just isn't sure if he understands the FUSIONARY state of family...
The door to the hallway opens. One of Raviya's classmates enters. Her dress is revealing and slutty. That...might be why she's been sent here.
She's in stilettos. She props her bare leg up onto the chair at the end of the row where Raviya sits. He ogles her leg, as she pulls out a cigarette, and smokes some of it.
This is Yelena. She's a Ukrainian Goth. She's a Little Russian who's never stopped looking good in a little black dress. By the looks of it, she'd have more success with the disciplinary faculty of this school if she wore one of THOSE every once in a while...
Her hair is red, and short. On most days it's so red, Raviya could almost swear it's dyed...
She sets her stiletto-clad foot between his thighs...nths from his gonads. His breath is taken away, as he surveys her leg from THIS angle...
She bends over...and looks him in the eye with her own blue ones. With huge red lips, she blows her cigarette smoke into his face. On one hand, he enjoys it. OTOH, he wishes he could breathe through the first part of it.
Raviya's not sure how he feels about being so close to this one. She's an FX student...fresh and radioactive from Ukraine. And if she's radioactive, ANYTHING could happen around her. Hell, the same amount of shit could happen TO Raviya...
Her thick ass plops down in the seat near him. He's...a bit uncomfortable sitting near her. He hates to think that she's hitting on him because she likes him. I mean, since when are girls so shameless about liking him?
"Malta," she calls him, in a thick Ukrainian accent. "Average, as usual. And yet...not today?"
He sighs...and chokes, from some of her cigarette smoke. "Long story," he tells her. "Man, your rays are intense. I can feel them from here!"
She gapes, with her big red lips. Her gape looks more like a goldfish's. "O? You think I radioactive?" She blows out her cigarette, and throws it across the room. She runs her polished fingers across her short hair, and pokes him in the thigh. He jerks involuntarily, and whimpers.
"Stay still," she helps him up, "and I'll give you one of the most intense microwave treatments of your life...little cute one."
She threads a finger through the front of his pants, and drags him to a pillar nearby. Next, she pushes him with his back against it, puts both of her hands on either side of his face, and starts making out with him.
Ravi knows he shouldn't...but he's getting hard for her. She helps things along, by using her hand to fully inflate his cock.
Alas, his cock doesn't get very big. As a matter of fact, Yelena's boobs get MUCH bigger... He thinks her lips are, too... She's got him pinned. She's got him in a deadly Ukrainian black widow's lock...
"Ms. Abramova?" The Principal calls from the other room in the suite. "I'll see you now."
Ravi's not sure how...but she backs off, smiles, and fixes his hair with her polished hand. "I badder girl," she laments. "Principal thinks I take priority." She kisses him on both sides of the neck.
"Will continue this some other time." She zips and buttons his shorts for him. "Until then," she pokes him on the forehead with her finger. "Consider yourself irradiated...Malta." With that, she answers the Principal's summons...leaving Ravi all alone.
He sits in the same chair as before, and pants. Shit; she's irradiated him...whatever that means. Anything could happen to him, now. He could sprout tentacles. He could become a Hulk...or a Leader, or an Abomination, or a Radioactive Man, or something of that sorts... Hell, his head could explode, and he could become a Xorn... But then, at least that way, he'd get to be a mutant...which he would almost prefer, if not for...
His eyes light up with bright yellow light. He's not even looking into anything. He yawns, sprawls out on the row of chairs, and takes a nap. It'll be a while, he's sure, before Ms. Taglialatela summons him...
With luck, she won't sound like Ben Stein in Ferris Bueller's Day Off when she does...