AN: Apologies to everyone who first read the title and thought this was going to be a Half-Life crossover.
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There's a certain kind of person where, if you give them a million dollars, they would accept it happily and promptly begin spending it without asking any further questions. Some would be similar, but sense something amiss and try to save that money for an inevitably rainy day. Others, like me, wouldn't take the money at all. That sort of thing is too good to be true; I would spend my nights wondering what the catch was, what I would have to give up (unknowingly or not) in order to 'earn' it. It's a shame my parents didn't have the same philosophy as me.
Welcome to Ravenholm, you must be new here.
My name is Ishmael, no relation to the sailor. You're here at the "prestigious" Ravenholm Academy because you're broken. No, don't look at me like that, it's what we call ourselves – The Broken. Something happened to you; something ripped you open, bled out your soul, and replaced it with a little something-something superhuman. Now, it's not my business to know exactly what flavor of fucked you are – nor is it anyone else's, even if they ask nicely - but it's important that you know. Let me run though the basics and you see what feels familiar...
[x] Cephalist – The Psychics found that what they lost in soul integrity, they gained in mental power. They read minds and throw shit with the best of them, which might be why they carved a place for themselves at the top of our little social ladder.
[x] Chimeric – The Hybrids found that, instead of gaining anything intangible like lighting or mind control, they were instead fused with animal parts giving them powers. Some of them shapeshift, others just punch like a gorilla.
[x] Coactive – The Infused found themselves alloyed with something too, but theirs was a bit more on the energetic side. Maybe you became part lightning elemental, maybe you got fused with the concept of Fate like me, but you've got some spooky shit running in your veins.
[x] Invasive – The Cyborgs, honestly, have the easiest time explaining what they are. It's in the name; they've got magic robot parts. They're decent people, with a range of abilities, but they keep to themselves at the Academy and nobody is in a hurry to make friends.
[x] Mutants – Ah, uh, speaking of not in a hurry to make friends. Look, not all Grotesques live up to their namesake, and they got venom and super powerful internal stuff, but they…aren't exactly well liked. I'm sure you'd do fine, though.
Of course, you didn't come to our little isolated island institution on accident, did you? I am curious, and I promise I won't judge you for your answer, but what brought you to this sad sorry place?
[x] Born – Ah, you were born this way, were you? That's not as common as you might expect, but you'll find people on the bottom and top of the Broken social strata having inherited their bust soul from their parents and expressed it sometime later in life. Of course, that doesn't mean you like Mom and/or Dad, but people will treat you like a noble regardless, so be prepared for that. If it helps, I'm one of them, so you know we're not all bad.
[x] Volunteer – You know, you would be entirely justified in feeling duped. Maybe they told you they were giving you superpowers, maybe they said it was an experimental treatment, but the common theme I hear is that whoever did this to you didn't give you all the details. Most people will nod sympathetically, but people who had no control over developing their condition (read: everyone else) might not take you brooding on your change super well.
[x] Unwilling – Now these guys brood like it's an Olympic sport. Not that I blame them, of course, but you can identify these pour souls on sight. A handful of them lock themselves away and listen to Linkin Park (or your regional emo band-equilvent) until eventually sneaking out and attempting to drown themselves, but the Academy always catches them. Then they join the rest of the Unwilling, a chorus of angry people wanting to burn down anything and anyone that hurt them. They're motivated, I'll give them that.
[x] Accidental - /These/ are the people I have the most pity for. Unwilling, at the very least, were changed by their Progenitor on purpose. If you drank the wrong water or breathed the wrong swamp gas to get here, let me extend my deepest sympathies. Anyone you talk to, except maybe the Grotesques, would feel a similar way. Perhaps sometimes ignorance is bliss, though.
Like I said, your exact details are nunmah – nunmah business – but I figure it's important for you to know something about yourself. Plus, I have a feeling we're going to be seeing a bit more of each other, so us getting familiar can only help, right? Right, great, let's wrap up the Orientation speech.
So, Ravenholm; It's a prison pretending to be a specialist education institution. Located on an island in the middle of the ocean, we have sunny beaches, a wonderfully diverse park, and the finest in modern weaponry and internal defense keeping us here "for our own protection". No one except the most deluded of Freshman Born is under the impression we're anything but captives, but Ravenholm goes through a lot of trouble keeping up the charade for those of us still in denial. You'll be up for class at eight, get dismissed for lunch at one, be out for free time at five. Repeat Monday through Friday, and you might be able to convince yourself that it's not so bad here. Many do.
Of course, Ravenholm wouldn't be running this little fake-school for their victims if they didn't think they could get something out of them. Most of the time you're on eight-to-five indoctrination, but occasionally they take you out on a "field trip". Someone (rich, I assume) asks the school for help, or for backup on a little "mission", and the school provides some of their best and brightest as assistance. You'll get taken off the island, meet a handler, and given a task to do that ideally fits within the scope of your supernatural abilities. Succeed and the school enriches you for your "outstanding service and cooperation", fail and be subject to a wide array of possible punishments. More than one of us seniors has never come back at all. The goal is to survive to Graduation; they sometimes come back as Staff to keep us corralled and display the benefits of compliance, but I'm willing to bet more get sent off on missions that last a long time; a long time that we could use to escape. Of course, Ravenholm doesn't like to make these little excursions public knowledge, so you're only going to get rumors about this kind of thing, and only if you ask. If you stick your head in the sand, and many students do, Ravenholm is more or less a normal 'superhero' school with a focus on secrecy. The rest of us see Ravenholm for what it is; a prison designed to refine us into obedient weapons.
But I'm rambling too much, and talking about this kind of this for too long attracts eyes and Student Council members. Try not to piss anyone too important off, and I'm sure you'll have your cap and gown before you could say "unlawful detainment".
Welcome to Ravenholm. You'll be out of here in no time.