Internet Sensation - ADOPTED!

33 || Dome of Discourse

     Valor kept on the back of the bus for a ride that felt years long. Luckily, he'd had Editor, Mystery, and Candy each playing their own music taste down their microphones at him. It sounded horrid- considering the microphones not picking up half of it and distorting the singer's voices via the voice changers, but still quite entertaining nonetheless. 

     "Oh, wait, the bus is slowing down." He mumbled over a terrible playback of Bus Money by The Chats.

     He pulled at his hands to disconnect them from the bus as it halted to a stop and the wheels screeched. His hand kept on the wall, and he pulled harder.

     "It's not disconnecting, Mystery, did you make an undo button?" He whispered as calmly as he could to the mic.

     "Oh..." Mystery said, and the song paused as Valor struggled with the glove.

     "Are you fucking kidding? He's gonna get caught." Candy said. Mystery sighed, "Well, failure is the catapult for invention."

     "Language." Valor whispered, pushing off of the bus with his foot. He grunted under his breath and felt the edges disconnect.

     "Now is not the ideal time for failure, Mystery." Editor scolded.

     Finally, his hands ripped off of the side and abandoned the ten glue-covered circles on the back of the bus, throwing him back onto the ground with a thud.

     "What was that?" Someone asked.

     Valor muttered 'frick', scrambling away and to the deserted side of the bus as he heard someone come around to the back. 

     He pressed against the bus, heart rate spiking. He heard someone stop at the back and mutter, "Huh..."

     They left after a second and Valor breathed out, "Is all of my other gear tested?" He whispered to Mystery.

     Mystery hummed, "Well, yes. Save for the smoke bombs. And the 'bulletproof' tinted eye covering. I don't actually know if it's bulletproof, but it was fine when I threw a pen at it."

    Candy laughed and Editor groaned. Valor tapped the glass over his eyes, "Well, hasn't failed me yet."

     The students' chattering moved away from the bus and Valor waited until he couldn't hear them anymore. He turned over and looked out at the building from the corner of the now-empty bus.

     A large, glass dome filled the area. Trees cowered down below the height of the dome, piled next to one another to close off the facility. Shining in bright, golden letters at the elaborate entrance was 'U.S.J.' right above the doors.

     Through the glint of the sun, Valor could see different times of terrain shoved together.

     'If this is a training facility,' He thought to himself as he watched class 1-A enter the dome, 'They're training with natural disasters or how to fight in rough terrain, possibly.'

     He waited until they were all gone again to sneak closer to the entrance.

     "Oh, hey, it's Thirteen." Editor noted.

"Would you calm down on the spoilers, Editor, Valor hasn't described it in his head yet, and that's the first rule of storytelling. Show, don't tell." Mystery scolded, sighing and letting the silence continue as it was.

     Regardless, Valor looked over the group and saw that Thirteen, in fact, was at the front. They were talking about something, but Valor couldn't hear from the other side of the clear door.