Name: Constance (Connie) Sutherland
Code name: Flying Fox
Ratings: flying, strength, PK (contact?), radiation shielding? levels uncertain
Techniques: none
Weak vs.: [unknown]
Backup/ Team affiliation: family

The less said about most of the powers testing the better.

The written stuff was just boring. So were the card guessing things. The surprise attack bit (Xavier test, I think they called it) startled me, but I'm really glad I pretty much keep the skin field up all the time. That would have hurt if I hadn't been protected.

Then there was the dodgeball from hell. They wouldn't let me just stand there and let the balls bounce off. And I couldn't dodge all that well. But I finally figured the trick of bracing myself so I wouldn't move and batting them out of the way with my hands and arms.

Travel Abroad
A Mercynaries Story from SinComics.com

“Hey! I'm sitting here!” Teri, who was all of six inches tall, yelled at the enormous butt descending on her.

The woman let out a scream and hurried away, yelling that a doll had come alive. Teri just looked over at the little girl who was staring at her with wide eyed wonder, and said, “Some people just don't pay any attention do they, Michelle?”

“Nnnnooo!” the three year old said, her eyes still as big as saucers staring at the little fairy.

I take a deep sigh as I step out of the small clinic, my face tingling from the lasers that had swept their way over it mere minutes earlier. Despite my face being make-up free- and covered with a very patchy 5 o'clock shadow- no one gives me a second look as I head down to the tube train that ferries me to my next destination. Well, that's not strictly true, people ARE giving me a second look, but not because of the hair on my face, but because of the pink tights covering my legs, visible underneath my extra-short denim skirt.

December 27th, 2007

It was the twenty-seventh, Kota and I were sitting in the living room with Mom waiting for the arrival of the special guest, while Dad, Uncle Herb and Theresa were out having fun. I'm not sure who was more nervous me or Kota. She was wearing her usual baggy jeans and sweatshirt, after spending all of Christmas and the day before in slightly tighter pants and blouses with a sweater thrown over top.

Name: Ronald Sutherland
Aliases: Constance (Connie) Sutherland
Coden name: Flying Fox
Ratings: flying, strength, PK (contact?), gadgeteer(?) levels uncertain
Techniques: none
Weak vs.: [unknown]
Backup/ Team affiliation: family

"OK, let me go over the test results the State Patrol sent us. You can fly, you've got super strength and some sort of force field. And you're good with equipment."

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Well, what can you tell me about the flying? Any idea what your maximum speed is?"

Flying Fox hesitated this was one of the things she didn't want to let them know everything about.

"I'm not really sure."

Disclaimer:
"This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but it's fan fiction so I hope it's forgivable.
Also this story is rather dark in places, if you're sensitive read cautiously.

Horizons of the Heart

By Melange
Copyright© 2013-2015 Melange
All Rights Reserved.

Synopsis

Jaden and her friends arrive in the elven capital city of Ral Sona, where they meet with some of Alisan's acquaintances and prepare for a most unanticipated event: a grand ball. Also, Oleander and Jaden makes new friends.

Flashback: A small village plays a large role in events that followed

In the Carpathian mountains, Alexandru is racing to the next town on horseback to warn them of the coming of a mysterious power that can change anything. But with the Whispering Death getting closer and closer, Alexandru must take drastic action to save himself and these others. He must take on the form of a woman.

WHISPERING DEATH

by Emma Finn

1

The next day I had to call my friends and tell them I couldn't see them. I really wanted to, we'd planned to see a couple of movies and relax to some music, but learning how to control my powers was more important. So after breakfast Mom took Theresa and Kota out, while Dad and I went to his office.

When school started, I felt like an old lag. I knew where everything was, at least once I got my schedule, and I knew what to do everywhere.

Name: Dorothy Gayle
Aliases: D'artagnan "Art" Gayle
Code name: Blip
Ratings: warper (teleportation) level unknown
Techniques:none
Weak vs.: [unknown]
Backup/ Team affiliation: family

Art wasn't really thrilled with the medical tests. Not that they were all that bad.

The physical exam was no fun at all, but he'd known there was no way around it.

They didn't like his low body fat, but when he'd explained why he was doing it, they agreed to let him continue until they could get results from some pysch stuff. But he was warned to come into the clinic immediately if any of a long list of things happened.

Powers testing made up for it though.

Here are the next three chapters pasted together, still not really happy with how it looks, but it's better than I had it before. And the Kota parts were written by me.

Disclaimer, this is Whateley fanfiction, so take it with a grain of salt. And enjoy.

Downers Pub, Neutral Territory,
Edmonton, Alberta,
December 22nd, 2007

*Before…

He looks at me. “We’ve got company coming over and a big talk to be had for that too so we best get to shucking this corn.”

He heads into the kitchen and takes ice cream he bought and puts it in the freezer of the fridge and then he puts a couple of six packs in the fridge. Then he takes the bags of corn and heads outside and does the head motion for me to follow and I do and Quinn comes with us and Dad gets some of the chairs we have for the back deck and then drags the composter over so we can just like put the silks and the leaves into the composter and we start to shuck corn and it’s quiet for a bit and then Dad coughs and starts.

“So have you kids heard of Leelah Alcorn?”