Disassembly Delayed | Murder Drones LBF AU

NORMAL DAY - 1

The students in the crowd looked... confused. Nova pants after rehearsing the previous events and embarrassment hits him across the face like a discipline. He leans up against the projector screen and averts his eyes away from his classmates. He rubs the back of his neck and readjusts the beanie on his head.

"So uhh... That was my project." He says, somewhat confidently. "But what I mainly wanted to show you were these sick-as-fuck SMGS!" He redirects his gaze back to the group in front of him and yanks two SMGs out of their holsters and shows off by reloading them in midair. The crowd witnessing this, panics and prepares themselves for anything. "Easy, easy. This is just a prototype, it doesn't work. I made these bad boys to help protect us from those death angels." Before they could calm down, he interrupts the short silence. "YET- It doesn't work, YET! Maybe it does!" He jerks both of the tips to each other, causing a menacing glow to cast along their chambers. He holds up a sinister expression with the fully charged duo-uzis illuminating his face. An equally sinister chuckle follows along with his display.

His teacher, Hero, sighs and taps his pen on the grading rubric, crossing out boxes as he dismisses his mischievous behavior. "Siigghhh, Nova, the project was on the benefits of selling watermelons?" Nova's villainous display fades off and is replaced with concern. "So these Micro Submachine Guns charged by nanite don't count as... extra points at least?" Hero looks back at him with disinterest and annoyance, like he does it every day. He sarcastically replies, "Nooo. Plus, repressed emotional baggage was only worth 2 points on the rubric. Profanity was minus 1. And is it supposed to be smoking?" Nova's focus returns to his now-inferno-red SMGs and quickly shifts to distress as he struggles to try to fix it. But of course, it's too late.

BOOM! BAP!

The classroom is filled with smoke and class is dismissed.
Nova goes to the nurse's office, holding an ice pack against the crack on his faceplate. He sits down in one of the chairs and looks around the room, bored. He rolls his eyes and quickly notices Milo and Slimsy, who are looking into the room from the hallway. "Ewww... It didn't kill that thing!" He mocks Nova before giggling away to his next victim or class. Just a normal day... Nova thinks to himself. He leans back in the uncomfortable chair, trying to at least rest for a while. He's met with one of the popular guys in school, Alex. Alex greets him and sits on the chair next to the weird kid. "Hey, Nova, right? I heard that uhh-" Before Alex could explain what he heard, Nova quickly cut him off. "I'm an angsty weirdo, Alex, fuck off. How do you know my name anyway? People willingly talk to you." Alex chuckles and gets comfortable in his seat, keeping friendly eye contact with Nova. "Well, who doesn't know North's son? Any kid from that genius is known! Maybe more than they'd like to admit being connected to him." Nova rolls his eyes and spins one of his SMGs by the trigger. "...Crippling Daddy issues, hilarious. Where's your audience?" He responds sarcastically. "I have one? That's... Cool." Alex pushes off his sarcasm, "Hey, those bandages make you look cool though." He adds, pointing to his scar. Nova averts his eyes and struggles to dismiss the blush on his face.

"Hu- oh- uhh- That's... Cool, Alex..." He brushes the hair out of his gaze. Alex's attention returns to the gun Nova is fidgeting with. "So uhmmm... What's with thos-" "Sick as fuck DUOS?!" Nova's quick to correct him, going into a quirky pose holding both of them. "...Sci-Fi nonsense, that WORKS PERFECTLY! I'm going down to the Spire tonight to grab the final pieces so it can be really effective! So I can be a hero and finally get my dad's respect and attention- BUT- Mostly the world thing!" Alex attempts to interrupt him. "Oh but... Doesn't your dad make super cool doors so we don't have to do all that... emotionally repressed baggage stuff?" Nova points both of his guns at Alex, "No more comments on my plans today!" Alex struggles to keep talking but does anyway. "Well I didn't think that-" "FUCK OFF!" Nova yells, now on his way back to the residential quarters.
Tomorrow, we strike.

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