[i][u]Deborah Termellio, Shannon Balore, Ben Voss, Red Winston, and....[/u][/i]

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"... Now, now... What's with all the racket?" A new voice spoke, calm, or even sarcastic. Everyone's eyes turned towards him, and saw him leaning against a tree, a cigarette in han. He was the very visage of shady. Tall, muscular, had an off feeling about him. He was caucasian, but his facial features were consistent with those from Spain. He was quite handsome, and what supplemented this was that there was not a scratch on him. No scars, no birthmarks, all clear. He wore a white-cotton shirt that hugged his figure, he had a brown trench-coat thrown over his shoulder, held with a hand. With blue jeans on and black dress pants. His hair was black and extremely curly. To some, he looked like a man made in heaven.

To Deborah, it felt like the devil was right in front of her.

Suddenly, the moment between herself and Shannon was interrupted when all those Premonitions... malicious feelings in the back of her head... went on overdrive. It was telling her that something god-awful was where he was standing. The only problem was that she wasn't exactly right in the head. Everything was still blurry, and she was still trying to figure out what was going on. So the messages her power was giving her didn't register. Deborah looked up at the newcomer ([b]Strange man. Attracted by the collapsing boat[/b]) with groggy eyes. "Who..." Deborah vocalized, "Who are you....?" Her gaze didn't leave him. She wanted to get much out of him as possible. But... the more she looked ([b]He is not who you think he is[/b]) the more and more she wanted to leave ([b]Run now, while there's time[/b]).

Shannon had no choice but to share the same sentiments as Deborah. It was in her nature to be distrustful of people as possible - Hell, even coming up with reasons not to trust people. But this guy... She didn't have a extra-sensory ability like Deborah did, but he gave her the creeps. Shannon narrowed her eyes, and looked at all the clothes he had, all the clothes she could control. If he tried [i]anything[/i], she'd be the first to take him down. Tie him up like a pinata. For now, Shannon used all of her strength to pull Deborah away from him. Creating as much distance as she could. But keeping her eyes on him the whole time.

Ben moved hearing the new voice. The sheer demeanor coming off of this new person put him on edge, and he didn't know why. He caught himself wondering why he was acting this way, as he was normally a much more friendly person. How Deborah was reacting to the whole situation only served to put him more on edge. He took a defensive precaution, and stepped forward, placing himself between the group and this new person. He very rarely wanted to speak, or yearned for the ability he was born without, but now was one of those times that he wished his body did not lack the ability to vocalize his thoughts. Instead he had to rely on body language, and placed his feet shoulderwidth apart, and crossed his huge arms over his chest as to appear slightly more imposing. He wasnt attempting to intimidate this newcomer, no, he wanted to make sure that this person knew oh his presence. The others had seen what he was capable of. He hoped they wouldn't mind him stepping up to bat for them in a situation such as this one. But for now he could do nothing more than that. He wished for the situation to be defused with words over fists. He was there in case the peaceful option wasnt going to happen. He himself would much rather not fight.

The stranger smirked. Looking up at Ben, who seemed to have taken a defensive position. He's seen it before. Putting yourself between the group and your antagonist... It warranted a small bout of laughter. He put up a finger, "Big man.... Am I really this intimidating?" He looked down at his body. ".... Hmph, perhaps I am. But that isn't the point." He walked over to Ben, with that trench coat slung over his shoulder. "I'm not here to cause you any problems, I just heard such a massive stir that I decided to investigate." The Strange man walked around Ben, surely getting blocked again, but he only wanted a good spot to look at the, now destroyed, cruise ship. He made a whistling sound, "... You kids sure pack a punch...." 

Ben shook his head, not believeing a word the stranger said, and stepped sideways to block the stranger again. He locked eyes with him, and then nodded backwards to the people behind him. If he wanted to get too close, he'd have to get their permission first, wait for them to leave, or simply find a different spot to view from. It wasnt like the destroyed ship was going anywhere now.

[i]Thank God he's so big...[/i] Shannon thought to herself as she watched Ben block this strange man. It went without saying that Shannon didn't believe a word out of this man's mouth. She was about to say something herself, but she kept her mouth covered for good reason. This fellow would get the message soon enough. He's not wanted here, and would have to go somewhere else to cause some trouble.

"... Answer my question." Deborah perked up, holding the side of her head with a palm. Even while she isn't right in the head, she still wanted to know about this strange man. The best way to learn more is to get him to talk. Her power will disciper what is lies and what is truth.

"Debs, lie down, you're not right-" Shannon tried to silence her lover, but was cut off even by her.

"... No, I want you to answer my question. Just [i]who[/i] are you? Why are you here? What are you doing?"

Hm... Now The Stranger turned his head over to Deborah and Shannon. He gave them a brief examination, before laughing. This girl was certainly the curious one... dripping blood, but asking questions like she was in [i]power[/i] here. But that blood was something that excited him. Some of it floated off Deborah.... before dropping to the sand as if it was a drop of rain. The Stranger knew that Ben wouldn't let him by, so he remained where he was. 

"Who am I? [i]What[/i] am I?" The Stranger replied cheekily, laughing some more. "I'll give you the simple answer, my name is [i]Luís[/i] and you can say that I'm new here on this island...." That was the simple answer. "Someone who needs to work out some things with your Headmaster."

Red was still dizzy from their little mishappening and the blood loss, but was still conscious enough to realize that this guy, Luis, was an ominous presence. Red had dealt with many shady figures in the past, so he was familiar with that aura, albeit this one was different. He was the first person he didn't get any important information from seeing him, no scars, no marks, no specific traits. It was abnormal. Even his motives were unclear. He was attracted to the mess made by Chris? Yeah sure, this is normal. But what kind of business does he have with Dellamore? Is he a friend of his, or is it something different? Many questions arised and Red wasn't one to wait. He placed Chris, whom he had on his back because he collapsed from the adventure and approached the stranger. His eye was burning from the flowing blood, but this didn't matter at the moment. He was dead set of finding out what this man wanted.

"So...Luis, you said you have business with Dellamore, which brings us to to the question, [i]what is your relationship with him?[/i] To be clear, I don't trust a word you said. You reek of suspicion. So why don't you enlighten some of us? You just happened to be out here? I can't really think that you could take a wrong turn and get lost when the Academy is this big. So, were you spying on us?" He coldly said.

Luis turned towards Red, and gave him a dry glare. So this kid wants to know more? He had answered everything he needed to when it came to Deborah. "Curious type, huh?" He laughed some more, smirking devilishly. He wasn't going to spill the beans just yet. Especially to these people. "To answer your question..." Luis started off, walking towards Red, and getting blocked by Ben yet again. He rolled his eyes. "... What you need to worry about is just [i]who[/i] the Headmaster has been making business with. And just who's toes he's been stepping on. Otherwise, it's best that you mind your own damn business...." Luis threw his head back laughing. "'Cause, it's between me and him. Not you. Not [i]anyone[/i] else. And it's better that way."

Red passed by Ben and stood right in front of Luis. Sure, he lacked the physical appearance of the living greenhouse that was with them, but he would always deal with anyone he associated face to face. His face against Luis' and he pointed Deborah with his thumb, while looking at him straight in the eyes.

"You want to play mysterious? Be my guest. But since my friend over there doesn't like you, I don't, either. So, whatever your your game is with Dellamore, I advise you that it has nothing to do with the students..."

"Red!" Shannon hissed through her teeth, she was at the end of her rope right now. "Shut up!" Seriously, there wasn't anymore to say about this, and they have literally no idea who this guy is. For all they know, he could have a band of psychopaths on this island somewhere ready to kill everyone! Whoever this man was, Shannon didn't want to know. 

"... You're right." Luis said, turning his head to Shannon for a moment and noting her presence. Luis continued, "I'm merely playing mysterious for [i]your[/i] protection, and honestly... For now, it doesn't involve the students." Luis realized how pointless this conversation was. So he turned away from Red and said, "If you really must know who I am, and what my business with the school is, then I suggest you bring it up with your illustrious Headmaster." Luis smirked, "Until next time..." Before he disappeared into the treelines.

To be seen again.

Ben rolled his eyes. This was incredibly tiring and boring, and frankly the coffee he had earlier was beginning to wear off and he wanted to take a nap or at least take a break from all of this teenage adventure shit. He was twenty two years old, he was too old for this. So he took action. He stepped back and away from Luis and proceeded to lead the rest of the group away from the man. It was obvious that Luis wanted to see the shipwreck. No need to be there anymore, as he seemed to be really fucking interested in the ship or whatever and who were they to impede that by not going back to campus and checking for injuries? Deborah could be having a fucking brain heart attack or something and they would have no idea. Then Red passed him, and Ben, frankly being 110% done, proceeded to pick up Red and hold him under his arm like a surfboard. He waved goodbye to Luis, and forced the group on their way. He was not feeling like an argument right now. Manhandling people was not outside of his realms of pacifism.

Thank God everyone's leaving. Just like they should have like five minutes ago. Shannon sneered, rolling her eyes. Not one objection came out of her mouth as Ben forced them along. Shannon had Deborah over her shoulder, and she kept going. "Bunch of god damn morons if you ask me, Debs," Shannon said to her lover, "... What was the fucking [i]point[/i] of that exchange?"

Deborah was still processing everything, she had learned that there was something about Luis... He had something to do with the school, and whatever it was, it wasn't good for the students. "I... There was a point to that... I learned something."

Shannon raised an eyebrow, asking, "... And what's that?"

"... There's something very wrong here. I can't put my finger on it, but...." Deborah noticed that, as they put more and more distance between themselves and Luis, the more that feeling of dread and evil vanished. "... He has something to do with it... I think he was here the whole time." 

"If you're saying what I think you're saying," Shannon looked at Deborah, "Then I'm not taking any chances."

"Alright... Let's head back to my dorm room... I wanna get some rest. Sleep off this damn overload..."

"... Will there be room for two?" Shannon asked, sultry.

"You know it..."