Extra-Chaotic, Screw the Ordinary

[DaCoolEntity]

Thank you for reading, I am glad you enjoyed it. It was very fun to write this, my friend and I absolutely hated how the schools were run in unOrdinary so we made this.

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I hated how John became this easily triggered bad guy just to make most of the Royals look good. Arlo was also hella annoying when he brushed off John later on, talking about how his debt has been paid or something, as if the dude hadn't ordered his people to lynch John in the middle of nowhere and got humbled for it right after.

Wish there were more unOrdinary fanfics out there. Thanks for creating this one!

 

[SIMPDESTROYER1]

Also, what do you guys think their perks look like?

Vritra definitely have Lung's Escalation Perk, and Azazel seems to have mist generation and hex power (for the debuffs). Beyond that it's hard to say.

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Azazel was popping blood manipulation from jjk blood pierce I think

 

[RookDeSuit]

Azazel was popping blood manipulation from jjk blood pierce I think

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Was that what happened? I know there's hemokinesis, and nothing says he couldn't produce blood powers from generic magic perk.

 

[Bob_EX]

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Cecile was head of the school press. She actually loved reporting the news. If there was anything she hated, it would have to be the current people in charge. The Royals of the school were far too authoritarian. She could understand their end-goal, but their methods were always to act with force, and she found that unnecessary. Sure, force went a long way, but what moved people was information.

Cecile couldn't forgive Arlo after he banned her from publishing her story on Remi. He went to her office right as she had gotten the news and banned any reports on it. Of course, that didn't stop Cecile from simply posting about it in school forums and chat-logs. Cecile had a deep seated anger against Remi ever since she defeated her for the title of queen of Wellston when Seraphina backed down.

But now, now Arlo wants her to publish a story to make the Royals be looked at in a positive light. She'd interviewed several rioters telling her that their motivation was the transfer student, Vritra who had transferred in a bit over a month ago. She didn't want to publish anything that made the Royals look remotely good, but if she didn't, Arlo's temperament would get the better of him and he would surely make her step down and put someone else in charge, some fool like Isen.

So, in light of this rocky situation, Cecile chose the other party of inspiration for the riots. A smaller inspiration, but one that she found more interesting. Azazel Wodime, the man who defeated Remi. She found him in the outside of the male dorm rooms doing weighted push-ups. His form was perfect, but she did feel like he was doing them with too much strain.

Sweat covered the ground, and soaked his T-shirt, showcasing that he'd been there training for a long period of time. He didn't look angry, or happy, simply there. She approached him with the intention of publishing an Article that would make Remi look bad, and Arlo good. He noticed her immediately, shifting his gaze to her before going back to doing exercise.

"Do you have time for an interview?" Cecile asked while crossing her arms. He stopped what he was doing and got up.

"More useless flies, get out of my sight," She stopped and knit her eyebrows. She understood why they were attacked so often – before the hit was put out on them by Arlo of course. Cecile was a High tier, and the boy in front of her was a low-tier. He had courage to speak to her that way. "I'm not in the mood for your questions."

"I am writing a paper on your defeat of the Queen of Wellston and about your history." Cecile pressed him, grabbing a pen and paper to jot things down. She could always get secondary accounts from other people, but that research was not as satisfying as first hand accounts. Any low-tier would say that the fight was easy, and she could write that down in the article to drag Remi's reputation through the mud despite it clearly not being true… after all it'd be his account.

"Yeah, I defeated her. You high tiers said it was trickery and underhanded tactics," he moved on to do a bench-press. Why did he bring all of the equipment outside anyway? Cecile looked around, there were a lot of boulders and debris that were not supposed to be there. Were those the reason why? "I don't care, a win is a win. Now leave." His attitude was infuriating.

"How did it feel winning against the Queen, and then losing to the King of Wellston?" She got angry and asked him something with a little jab to it.

"I DID NOT LOSE!" His voice was laced with anger. He stopped doing the bench-press and tossed the weights to the side. "I did not lose." Despite sounding more composed, his eyes told a different story. They looked into the horizon, past Cecile. "I don't lose."

She was interviewing a crazy person. A delusional person. He went up to the boulder and grabbed it from underneath. Was he crazy? His frame was small, and his muscles, although defined, weren't much in the strength department. Still, he lifted it barely by activating his ability. That was information she didn't have. So his ability also enhanced him while weakening the enemy. She jotted what she saw down.

"Accounts say they saw Elaine and Remi carry you and your accomplice Vritra to the infirmary." She continued the questioning despite his clearly unhappy attitude. He shook from lifting the bolder before putting it down and lifting it again. "Arlo defeated you, does that mean your limit is high tiers? Or do you think it was a mismatch?" This scrawny boy defeated Remi? Cecile couldn't believe it. Sure he had an enhancement ability, but what stopped Remi from electrocuting him until he was knocked out?

"I didn't lose!" He delusionally yelled again. Letting the bolder fall on the ground, he placed both hands on his ears like a child. Looking at the ground. Cecile walked to see the expression on his face. He was sweating, and he had gone pale. He looked worried and angry. "I am absolute, I don't lose! I never lose!" He wasn't trying to convince her, but himself.

This is the person who defeated the queen of Wellston? Maybe it really was a fluke like the rumors say. "Very well, what are your next steps?" As if he'd become someone else, his body straightened up and he looked at her blankly without emotion in his face. Now that Cecile looked closer, he had large bags under his eyes. She got information that he had left the infirmary yesterday… surely he hadn't spent the entire night training – She looked at the outside again, it was all damp –surely he hadn't.

"I will defeat Arlo." His declaration made Cecile smile, even if he lost she had something interesting to write about. "Today… I am defeating him today…"

"Don't you think you need rest?" Cecile jotted down a few more ideas for the story from what he had told her. His gaze was penetrating, they felt like daggers piercing her heart. She wasn't sure why he was staring at her as if he wanted to strike her down, but he did.

"Rest? No… no… the more I rest, the more time I waste. I see it now," he was talking to himself, again, "I didn't train before because I didn't think it was worth an effort…"

"So you think Arlo is strong enough to make you put in effort?"

"What?" He knit his eyebrows, confused at the notion. Did he not understand what he had just told her, or was he so delusional he blocked off that trail of thought? Cecile couldn't tell. The person in front of her was a deeply perturbed individual. He turned his body away and continued training. Cecile had what she wanted, now she had to interview a few of the low-tiers that participated in the riots.

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[Bob_EX]

Seraphina stared down at a beaten Azazel. He'd bled out until collapse again. He challenged Arlo and had an even worse showing than before. This time she witnessed it out of coincidence as she walked through the halls. Azazel challenged him to a match, but he looked defeated from the moment he got there. To begin with he couldn't move his arms very well, she could tell that he'd trained too much before fighting and tore his muscles training. Elaine had to heal him and drag him to the infirmary again as a bloody mess.

The riots had stopped for the most part and things were evening out in Wellston… except now, any time a low-tier rioted they were met with groups of Elites or Mid-tiers, which meant there were a lot more casualties on the lower-tiers side of things. To think this whole mess started because of a bad conversation on the school roof.

"Seraphina if you could make your way to the principal's office."

She knew what it was about immediately. A few days ago, John had lent her his copy of UnOrdinary, an illegal book that had inspired the rise of many vigilantes – illegal enforcers that were being killed by a group named Ember. Unfortunately she left it unwatched for too long and Elaine, her roommate saw it on her bed when she went in to give her some food.

She was then forced to burn the book before anyone could find it. This call to the principal's office was surely about that. She walked to the principal's office with a lazy stride. She could take her time to get there.

An explosion to her right made Seraphina sigh and turn her head. Vritra, who had somehow gotten free of all his restraints was beating up Gavin, a mid-tier.

One hand gripped Gavin's collar. The other, explosions cracking on it and wind around it. "I promised I would only strike you once. So grit your teeth." To anyone but Seraphina, Vritra's fist would have looked like a blur as it dug into Gavin's stomach. The loud sound of something going off was all the warning anyone got before Gavin was flung to the wall. His shirt was ripped and singed, his stomach gaining a blackish-blue look to it and the surrounding location was lacerated with winds. "If I catch you bullying anyone else, it won't end with one punch. so pick yourself up and go to the infirmary. Bitch."

Did he have to talk with growls? It felt as though his teeth were constantly clenched and he couldn't separate them fully so he growled to give emphasis. What made Seraphina widen her eyes as she passed by was the fact he defeated Gavin so easily, the only way one would be able to achieve that was if they were in the Elite category… but for him to have reached elite in under a month should be impossible.

"Well, not my fight…" Seraphina walked away with her hands in her pockets. She opened the door of the headmaster's office and stared at Headmaster Vaughn's eyes. He had his signature smile and neck-beard. Sitting next to him were two members of the authorities, no doubt. Their clean attires and formal vestry could only lead Seraphina to think so.

They stood up and stared at her with seriousness. One of them was a truth-teller, but then who was the other? One had mint hair and yellow eyes whilst the other had salmon pink hair and blue eyes.

"Ah, Seraphina! Please sit." said the headmaster. He kept composure and smiled as usual. Seraphina did as he asked and sat down comfortably. She had prepared beforehand because she was aware Arlo would pull off this stunt eventually, even still she felt uneasy. "No need to look so tense. You're making me nervous."

His happy-go-lucky attitude and closeness made things a lot more comfortable, but it also felt prepared and artificially constructed – as if it'd been in his best interest to research applications and methods to ease others.

"This is MIss Nadia. She's here on behalf of the Authorities and she is going to ask you a set of questions." He signed over to the mint-hair woman that had stood up. If she was the lie detector what was the salmon-haired man next to her for? He stood there with his arms crossed. Nadia put a recording device on the headmaster's desk and pressed record.

"This is an official interrogation. You are expected to answer all questions with honesty. Any false response you provide will be detected, and will result in immediate expulsion from Wellston Private High School. Is that understood, Miss Seraphina?" The recording device was always something they used during interrogations like these. Seraphina had heard rumors that Authorities could provide false testimonies and use them as legitimate evidence because their word was worth more than who they interviewed.

That fact made the hair on the back of her neck stand on their ends. If Nadia were to say she was a vigilante, there was nothing Seraphina could do but let herself get expelled, because her ability was lie-detection she could claim Seraphina was lying and that was it. Seraphina had to believe they wouldn't lie for her to get out of there, and that realization made her palms sweat.

"Well?" Nadia took Seraphina out of her stupor, and made her lower her head as she stared Nadia in the eyes.

"Yes."

"Let's begin," her eyes began glowing, indicating her ability had been activated. "We were informed that you had ownership of the book UnOrdinary. Is that true?"

"Yes." All Seraphina could do for now was to tell the truth. She first had to gauge how Nadia's ability worked. Did she read memories or the mind? Did she detect lies? Or did she detect deception? Something can be true but a deception, or they can be false because one can't recall. What if one couldn't recall what happened?

"For how long have you had this book?" This was a simple question, but Seraphina couldn't answer it straightforwardly.

"I can't remember when I've had it exactly," she observed Nadia's reaction. She narrowed her eyes. It was not a lie, she didn't know the exact date and time she received the book from John. If she could see deception, read memories or surface thoughts she would be caught. If she couldn't, then her ability was less fearsome and could only detect blatant lies. If the latter wasn't the case, Seraphina had a few more answers to narrow down her ability to better adjust her answers to not incriminate John.

There was no change in expression. Did she know? No, she would have certainly told Seraphina to leave Wellston if she could tell Seraphina was lying. It was risky, but the odds were on her side so she decided to take the plunge. Besides, Seraphina was a High-tier, one of the strongest in the country, if she were expelled from Wellston she would simply move to another school with just as much or similar prestige.

"And where did you get this book from?" Seraphina didn't want to implicate John, so she took a small pause while leaning back. She sighed to dissimulate that she was annoyed at these questions.

"Last Saturday, I was walking home from Kovoro Mall. Suddenly I noticed I was being followed by someone invisible and fought them off, ran. By the time I had gotten back to the dorm, the book was already in one of my shopping bags." Seraphina looked at Nadia, observed her reaction, she nodded and put down the files. The other man next to her took a deep sigh of displeasure, he didn't want to be anywhere near here and it showed in his impatient foot-tapping.

"Where and when did this incident take place?"

"The bus stop near the park around 8 PM, I think."

"Who else was with you at the time?" What kind of question was that? How did she know there was someone else with her during the attack? She never mentioned her friends? Had she asked to see her reaction? Seraphina wasn't sure, she had been stumped.

"Now now, Miss Nadia. My students are all very busy people, especially right now." Principal Vaughn was getting tired of the questions, he stared at Nadia with the corner of his eyes in displeasure. Did he have a past with the authorities? He was smiling, but his eyes told another story. Did he save Seraphina from that question because he knew it might implicate more trouble for Wellston's image? Or did he do it out of kindness? She couldn't tell. "Please respect their time by asking questions that are relevant to the topic at hand… I am sure your partner is getting tired of waiting as well."

Her partner leaned onto the headmaster's desk and practically sat on it while crossing his arms. Vaughn didn't seem to find it amusing, shooting some glares at the back of his head, but ultimately didn't say anything.

"Yes, apologies." She was very respectful to Vaughn, it was most likely because much like Seraphina, he was a High-tier. "Where is the book now?"

"I destroyed it."

"Did you read it"

"Yes, I did."

"Did you share the book or its contents with anyone while you read it?"

"I did not."

"Final Question. What are your thoughts on the content of UnOrdinary" For whatever reason the face of Vritra, then of the bloodied Azazel came to the forefront of her mind. Seraphina drew parallels between them. The main differences were their tiers, how they acted too… Well, the only similarities were some of their actions and how both of them inspired idiots into rioting for more rights for low-tiers.

Still, Serahina grinned, thinking back of her conversation with John where he had asked her something similar.

"I thought the idea was absurd." She shared a high-tier helping low-tiers out of the goodness of his heart? What was the point? Nothing would ultimately change. Why should she go out of her way to help people who would never thank her? It'd be useless.

Nadia sighed and smiled, dropping her hard-boiled detective persona. All of that tension because of a book, the authorities must be running out of things to care about.

"That's a relief. Now if you could step out for a moment." Nadia turned her head to the Headmaster and nodded.

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[Bob_EX]

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Gregory and Nadia had been called for two different tasks. The first was to assess the risk of UnOrdinary contaminating the minds of the youth in one of the most affluent schools in the country. The other was a less concerning issue but still quite intriguing. Gregory was the Authorities number one pick when it came to measuring the levels of others. He had a reliable ability, and he was devoted to the Authorities wholeheartedly despite not having a combat-oriented ability, much like Nadia herself.

As Seraphina walked outside the room, Nadia released a sigh of relief. When high-tiers were exposed to UnOrdinary there was a chance they would begin Vigilantism. It was a low chance,but much higher than anyone might like. Her truthful answer when Nadia questioned what she thought of the book's message was comforting. If a precious high-tier such as her was lost to vigilantism, then society would suffer quite a loss.

The principal sighed and put both his hands together; he was very composed throughout the entire questioning until Nadia pressed further than she should. Was he protecting another student? It was hard to tell.

"The easiest part is now over," he told Nadia and her partner.

"What do you mean by that?" Gregory stood up from the headmaster's desk he was sitting on. Vaughn looked at them both out of the corner of his eyes and curled his lips upward in a small smile.

"I suppose you will see." He opened the drawer on his desk and pulled out a microphone with a button on its platform. Pressing it, Vaughn began communication with the school. "Could Azazel and Vritra please come to the principal's office?" Vaughn pressed the button on the microphone again, turning it off before putting it back.

Now all they had to do was wait for those two students. The second task they were given was to assess the levels of those two students and ask them a few questions. According to the report filed, they were both late bloomers and problem children that leveled up unnaturally fast and began lashing out. If Nadia found them to be too troublesome, the Readjustment Division might have to get involved.

Vaughn stood up from his chair and walked toward the entrance.

"Where are you going?" Gregory asked.

Vaughn turned, and with a smile on his face, he answered, "I am getting some coffee and cookies; would you like some?" Nadia looked at Gregory, then back at Vaughn.

"Shouldn't you stay here to greet the two students?" the two questions. Vaughn looked at the clock on the corner of the room, then at the exit.

"Something tells me they'll be a little late; if they are not just show them in and if you'd be so kind as to wait for my return, I'd appreciate it. Now if you excuse me." Vaughn stepped on the other side of the doorframe and closed it behind him. With another glance at her partner, Nadia knit her eyebrows and tilted her head in the direction of the closed door.

Gregory shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno, weird guy. That headmaster is quite unusual, there aren't a lot of people who are willing to speak up against the authorities."

"Well, he is a high tier, so there's that. Beyond that, he seems to really care for the school." Nadia explained, looking at her watch. Seraphina took around ten minutes to arrive; the school was big but not large enough to warrant that amount of time,it was probably an important class, or she had been doing something with friends and had to excuse herself. According to records, she was a straight-A student for the most part.

"Sure." Gregory looked bored; he was devoted to the authorities but also seemed to be of the childish sort. The kind that couldn't stand still for too long without doing something. He stretched, putting both his hands up, then pulling them up as he could, arching his back. There were audible cracks from it. Nadia sighed and looked at her watch again.

As time began to pass, she began getting bored. Gregory had begun pacing around the room, then sitting down, standing again, stretching, and going back to sitting. He couldn't sit still. Phones were for company use, and that typically meant you couldn't install games or use them for private use. Gregory seemed like the type of person who would install a lot of games to entertain himself while he waited.

Nadia checked her watch. She wasn't hallucinating things; thirty minutes had passed already. The headmaster was still not back from his coffee break, and they had been left inside the room without anything to do. Just how busy were these students? Nadia began suspecting foul play. Then, the door opened.

Vaughn had come back with a tray filled with biscuits and three cups of coffee. "Sorry about the delay, the line was full." He put the metallic tray on his desk. "As an apology, I brought you some coffee alongside some snacks. The Doc's coffee is just superb; he's had time and practice to hone this craft, you see. The biscuits were gifts from one of the students, Roland,it's his hobby. He's quite a kind student."

Nadia grabbed the mug with coffee the closest to her and took a sip. Her head moved back as she looked at the coffee she was drinking from. It had a rich and dense flavor and was neither too bitter nor too sweet either. It was also very aromatic and fragrant. It was brewed by an expert in the craft. She took a bite of the biscuits and they were perfect.

Gregory grabbed the coffee, and if he'd been restless before, now he was far too energetic. He began shaking where he stood like a leaf in the wind.

"Why are they taking so long?" Nadia shot the headmaster a sharp look, activating her ability to ensure he wasn't lying to her. The Headmaster, unfazed and with a smile, took a sip of his coffee, a bite of his cookie, and then looked back at her.

"Both students got into an altercation with the King of Wellston and were sent to the infirmary. They are receiving treatment and will be with us shortly." He was being truthful. So that was why it took them so long, and most likely why Seraphina took so long as well. The fight happened in one of the hallways, making it harder to go through and walk to the principal's office. Now, they took a long time because their injuries had to be treated.

"The Royals in Wellston must be quite busy." Nadia commented. She deactivated her ability and took another sip from her coffee. "I heard that you encourage your students to resolve their matters on their own. Do you not think that they should appeal more to authority and that you should act more as a mentor and guide them?"

"Well, it is my thought that students ought to learn autonomy and how the world works by witnessing it themselves. Interfering in their firsthand learning process detracts from valuable learning experiences and moments. When things do get out of hand, I get involved, but everything seems to have worked out up until now." The headmaster took a sip from his coffee.

"That just sounds like an excuse to not do your job." Gregory put down his coffee and looked the headmaster in the eyes. "Was the reason we were called here not that they kept going against the authority of the Royals and were causing too much trouble to other students? Their sudden growth is worrying; is that not why we're here?"

"Well, isn't that an oxymoron?" The headmaster looked at Gregory; his ever-present smile felt eerie and confrontational now. "Challenging the authority of the Royals is not only something that should be expected, it is something that should happen if they hope to grow. The king is challenged by prospects, and the victor is crowned. Is that not how it has always worked?" Did he willingly not address the second part of the question?

"That may be so, but what of the other students caught in the crossfire? They are late bloomers, yes? Potentially hiding their levels in order to catch others off guard and beat them beyond the permissible point. Shouldn't you be calling the readjustment division instead?" Gregory gripped the cookie in his hands too tightly and cracked it in half. Vaughn activated his ability and prevented crumbs from falling on his carpet. He made them float to the tray and hummed at Gregory's comments.

"I will assure you, I had a level gauger assess their levels when they entered this school. Level 1.4 and 1.3 were the levels that were recorded. The reason you were called was because students witnessed them defeat mid-tiers and elite tiers in combat as of late." The headmaster took another sip of his coffee. "If you do not wish to be here, you do not have to. I am not forcing you to stay. I will say this with my full chest and with every bit of intent until the blood in my body runs cold and my body is buried, none of my students need readjustment classes, nor will you ever get approval from me to receive them." A great pressure came over the room, making it tremble.

Nadia gripped the table wide-eyed. The headmaster looked at Gregory with his smile but glowing eyes. His activated ability was what shook the room. He was pressing down on them.

"This is my school; until you retire from your job and become a headmaster yourself, I do not wish to hear any criticism from either of you on how I run things. None of you are qualified to reproach my methods."

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[Catacus]

Will you post a list of all their rolls in an index? tftc!

 

[Bob_EX]

Will you post a list of all their rolls in an index? tftc!

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The plan is to reveal what they have received when the POV is shifted to theirs for the first time. Due to the reader following through the POV of the characters, we thought it would be more fun like this, as they dont know what the MCs have either.

TLDR: Yes, there will be an index after their POV shift.

Hope that helped, and thank you for reading.