[u][i]Deborah Lillian Termellio.[/i][/u]

"Wrong." Deborah immediately said when Red suggested she could [i]generate[/i] information - seriously, that's just silly. You can only get information, unless... A bunch of stuff she doesn't feel like describing. "I get information on what I see by making connections to events and filling in the gaps of information." Deborah was completely comfortable sharing her power with Red. Some people might not like her gift, but it wasn't a problem since she and Red aren't so different ([b]His power is more probability and estimation based than mine. Room for error...[/b]). Deborah continued listening to Red's -[i]Damn this kid is long winded[/i]- big speech about his goals and what he proposes. It wasn't a surprise to say that her power told her what Red wanted ([b]He wants the secrets of the school, and I'm the only person who can really help him[/b]) before he even stated it. Soooo... Mr. Red wants to uncover the secrets of the Academy, eh? Deborah shrugged and grinned lightly. "I don't knooooooow... You don't understand how interesting [i]gossip[/i] can be." She took a sip of her coffee, "Who fucked who, and has this TD.... It's so fiendishly delicious to take apart a person's life piece by piece..."

Deborah started laughing. "... But, it's like my friend said, it's all the same shit if you get down to it." She laughed some more, wiping some coffee that got on her lips off. "I'm in. I was waiting for the moment someone gets off their ass and finally starts decoding this place." It wasn't like Deborah had anything [i]better[/i] to do than gossip and talk to people - Basically the same damn thing she's been doing since she got here. "You know, because we only fill a [i]certain[/i] niche, I think we should get some more people with our little mystery hunt. There's my friend Shannon, she'll definitely help us..." Deborah awkwardly laughed underneath her breath. Wouldn't it be a perfect date, out mystery solving, and kicking ass? Yeah, Shannon would love that. "... As for anyone else, I'm clueless. Everyone else I can think of...." Deborah let out a groan as she tried to explain it, "... Is either doing their own thing, or we don't want their help. But I can find people who are willing to help us."

There was plenty more to talk about. Deborah knows of a few secrets of the school herself. "While that place is easily the last place I would go.... They say that the ruins has a secret prison underneath it." Deborah turned her eye towards the door. "My power tells me that those rumors are correct." She said, her tone implied that she was even proud. "Another thing you should know is that if you want to get something from the Headmaster, then perhaps I can help. Just chat him up about something and I can sort of... decode it for. People can't lie to me...."

Actually, all this talk about Deborah's [i]amazing[/i] ability actually made her think of it's short comings. She should definitely share them before she gets Red's expectations too high, and she dashes them all in one well swoop. "Now, I know my power is amazing and everything, but I do have a few faults." She put a finger up, "First, I need a starting point, that I actually need to perceive, I can't pull information out my ass. Second, incomplete or false information leads to incomplete and false deductions. Third, my power doesn't work too well on other Extra-Sensory types, and certain Cerebral types."

The second Deborah was finished talking, she let out a sigh. She was going to wait and see what Red had to say.

[u][i]Theresa Sindel Obott.[/i][/u]

When Poppy asked 'tried what?', Theresa couldn't help but giggle like a schoolgirl. It was a very immature joke to begin with, and probably would have gotten her whacked outside the head if she made that to, say, her mother. "... Ooooooh, nothing." She went back to eating her food. Despite Poppy giggling, Theresa had the idea that her joke went over the little girl's head. The question about Poppy's power came up, but Theresa wasn't too interested in it, honestly. She was only telling Poppy her own power for her safety, because she didn't want Poppy to have an overdose before class even starts. Keeping quiet had to be the first choice when people talked about their powers. Because as far as her fellow students were concerned, Theresa could only regenerate and wore the scarf as a fashion statement. Another conversational subject came when Theresa's good friend Ethan sat down. A friend of hers that has been coming, usually he's seen with. She smiled at her friend, greeting him, "Ethan, heyyy! You know you don't ever have to ask me to sit down." Theresa took a sip of her drink. "I was meaning to talk to you, I saw Vera yesterday when people had to start vigorously ego-stroking."  Theresa gave Ethan a toothy grin. "Sooooo stupid, but funny in sad way."

Ethan and Theresa were close friends, not as close as Theresa and Dana's relationship, but yeah. "Oh, oh, yeah. Ethan this is my new room mate, Poppy. Poppy, this is my friend Ethan." She introduced her room mate, not to be rude and all. "I finally convinced them to place me with the girls." That was probably not the best conversation, so Theresa quickly changed subjects. "-But, yeah, how are you two doing? Excited for class today? We're doing power training with [i]Adam[/i] this time around. I'm soooo excited for that." Theresa was generally sarcastic. She didn't care for classes, just like anyone else here. But, Adam was one of the better people here. One of the few people she could trust with her real power.

[u][i]Amanda Daisy Blackmore.[/i][/u]

While Matt was getting all sentimental, Amanda took a backseat role. [i]At least he AGREED with me.[/i] "Oh, how humble of you." Amanda whispered, looking up at Matt. She wouldn't say such things herself, but, heh, people are different. Amanda leaned into Matt and whispered into his ear, "... [i]That's[/i] what makes you worthy." She left the implication obvious. Hopefully, this would be the point where the metal armed man would leave and let her have fun time with a potential new fling. She saw him as attractive... Strong jawline, muscular, tattooes... She must have him! And leave every other girl who gets in the way [i]Tyrannosaurus wrecked[/i]. Unfortunately, Spider-Tits came up and started being creepy. Eww, she was surprised that nobody crushed her underneath their boot. She stuck out her tongue in a gesture of disgust. Whispering something else in Matt's ear, "That emo chick right there is Vespera... A huge weirdo. But she's going to try to challenge you to the arena." She giggled in his ear, very suggestively. "Cause, she likes fighting the newfags cause she too scared to fight the bitches on top, like me." She bumped him, "Juuuust letting you know.... I have your back. If she challenges you, I'll be your second." 

That whispering concluded there. Amanda had to turn her attention to Vespera. She said in the most cheery tone ever, "Heeeeeey, Pera, how was your morning?" She put her hands together, with the most cheery smile she could force. "Bet it was [i]bright[/i] and [i]sunny[/i] as the rest of your life!" Since Vespera wears black and dresses all gloomy and shit... Amanda couldn't help but poke fun at that. Amanda couldn't help but urge her guests to leave. With a smile on her face, she did a gesture like she was telling them to leave, "Perhaps you and Tin-Man can go chit-chat somewhere else. We have... [i]important matters[/i] to attend to."

[u][i]Matthias Landon Oxenford, & Sylvia Lana Bertoose.[/i][/u]

Honestly, Stephen was one chucklefuck. The [i]king[/i] of the chucklefucks if Sylvia exaggerated it. Getting information? About this loser? Then getting all philosophical? Bitch please. Sylvia rolled her eyes, casually strummed her guitar. She made the guitar louder, while silencing Stephen's voice a bit, as a sign of her general disinterest in what he had to say. She would argue with this fool, but they were two different brands of people. Stephen was a chucklefuck, and he can go straight up chuckle [i]fuck[/i] himself. There was no reasoning with such people, it was better if you left them alone. But it would be [i]out of character[/i] if Sylvia left without voicing her mind. She was waiting until he was done talking. "Oh, you're done talking, [i]Nietzsche[/i]?" Her eyes widened, "Last time I checked, there was a difference between [i]learning[/i] and being casually [i]cruel[/i]." She shrugged, "But, I have no business arguing with puesdo-philosophical [i]chucklefucks[/i]." She got off the table and tipped her hat, "I'm tired of this table and everyone in it. Later chucklefucks. Perhaps we'll see again..." Sylvia shrugged, "... Perhaps we won't." Sylvia walked off without even waiting for a response.

Matthias shrugged, he was quiet ever since Sylvia opened her mouth. Now that she was gone, he could talk to Stephen one on one. Mano y mano ([i]Wait, doesn't that mean, 'hand to hand'? Whatever.[/i]). Matthias looked at Stephen dead in the eye, trying to be serious as they come. "Look, pal, I don't know you, buuuuut, there are better ways of asking than asking if I'll mutilate myself!" Matthias tried to be serious, but his tone came off as whiny.