Here you'll be staying for the foreseeable future, taking classes, and learning how to be a hero.  The classes are rumored to be top notch, especially the history class which is taught by someone said to have lived through parts of the topic himself.

There are classes tailor made for you, your issues, and how to use your powers in a beneficial rather than self-serving manner.

Freedom Plaza is built on the ruins of Freedom Tower, destroyed during the battle with OblivAeon.  It is built to encompass Legacy Park which has monuments to the many that died fighting the threat.

The Plaza itself is state of the art, has courts and fields for any sport, and awaits your entrance.

You are not the only class here, but with any luck, you'll be among the top classes.

It's hard to say exactly when the young woman with the violet eyes showed up. She didn't seem to walk into the plaza, or even to fly. She was just there, when before she'd been somewhere else.

Blackwell is standing on the ground now, though, looking thoughtfully at the park. Her lips move, but she makes no sound, and behind the white and violet mask, reading lips isn't easy.

And then she turns to the plaza, and walks forward, fingers twitching through half-formed movements. Tattoos of roses cover the backs of her hands. She smiles softly, looking to the other students arriving. "Hello. I'm Ch-Blackwell. I'm Blackwell. It's nice to meet you."

Kelsie's car ride with her mother to a point within walking distance of Freedom Plaza was quiet, though the silence was awkward rather than hostile. Kelsie had a complicated relationship with both of her parents, and them with each other, and considering where she was going she also had a lot on her mind.

"Okay, have a good first day Kelsie," her mother said with forced good cheer as she pulled up to a curb. Like she was dropping her off at a perfectly normal new high school. "Call us and tell us how it is. If you'll be spending the night, I'll be at the hospital at seven so you can talk to both of us, I'm sure you'll be done by then, right?"

"I hope so," Kelsie replied neutrally. She was neutral a lot lately. "Talk to you later, Mom."

Soon enough, the teen was heading for Freedom Plaza proper, costume and all. Her getup was surprisingly impromptu for someone that had been a "cape" for several years. An oversized black hoodie with black leggings, gloves, and trainers to match, and large black goggles with a cloth mask covering the rest of her face. She looked like she was on her way to paint a house, or maybe burglarize it, considering the color scheme. Wearing her outfit to something like this wasn't her first choice, but she knew better than to just turn up to a supers meeting in a situation where she could be photographed and cross-referenced later.

She looked over when one of the other apparent students spoke to her. "Blackwell" was a curious name, whether given or assumed, but she opted not to bring that up. "Hi, I'm Lefty. Nice to meet you too," she said instead. Rather than comment on the inherent oddity - or maybe absurdity - of the situation, she went for casual. "How's it going?"