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[h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3]

[color=f49ac2]“Sorry to interrupt!”[/color]

Graham turned his head to the second voice, one which sounded much less angry with the world and all that was good. He saw a small girl (small he thought, but he quickly realized that she was about the same height, if not just a smidge shorter than he) bouncing up to where he and Ms. Sarcasm were. Alright, so another one was awake. But why were they all asleep in the first place? And…

Was she wearing handcuffs? 

[color=f49ac2]“But I Bayleef that I have no idea where I am, and also someone’s handcuffed my hands together. What’s up?”[/color]

She was in fact handcuffed. And she didn’t know why either. Graham wasn’t sure if he was relieved or even more anxious.

Wait…

She made a PokePun. She actually made a PokePun. For a moment it went over his head. Then immediately his forced grin turned into a honest-to-god smile. Well, if they were being shuffled off into parts unknown, at least his company would be pleasant. And then something he never would have expected happened.

The girl in headphones laughed. She was honestly laughing. He would have thought she was just being cruel and about to mock them, but then she opened her mouth and all doubts were erased.

[color=00aeef]"Well this is Onix-expected. Dunno about those handcuffs, but you guys can sit if ya want. Just don't go Weezing on me, and you'll be Absol-utely fine.
"[/color]

She sounded so...so happy! And that grin...well it was actually rather infectious. Graham couldn’t help but join in the laughing. As he did he took a seat. Anyone that could enjoy a PokePun like that, and fling so many on the fly to boot, was good people in his books. Well, most people were good people in his books, but they just climbed the rankings a bit. 

[color=00aeef]"Names Alexis. And from what I've heard, we're on some sort of train headed to the Herculean academy. You know, that place that trains superheroes."[/color]

So it was true. Relief hit him like a Mac truck. He hadn’t just been losing his marbles the last few years. And he wasn’t being kidnapped, just taking a hive of Superheroes. Still, a wave of disappointment hit him for just a moment. Superheroes, huh? So who would he be? Dr. Vet? The Incredible Mr. Spay? Ace Ventura Pet Medic? He couldn’t complain too much, I mean he HAD actually gotten some form of superpowers. He just couldn’t help but feel a bit shafted by what he drew.

[color=f49ac2]"Nice to meet you! I'm Kitty Lee. Fifteen, really terrible teleporter, badass gamer!"[/color]

The handcuffed girl, or Kitty Lee he supposed, seemed incredibly bubbly. Rather chipper for someone with restricted arm/hand usage. Or maybe not, Graham had never been handcuffed. Maybe people liked it. He mentally shrugged and decided that he’d rather not find out.

[color=f49ac2] "By the way, uh, could one of you help me out? I need to text my dad, tell him that I'm on my way to Herculean Academy and perfectly fine, but, um... having a few problems with the whole 'texting-while-handcuffed' thing! He's the first contact listed!"[/color]

That reminded Graham! His phone! He shot a hand into his pocket and pulled out a think looking brick. He tapped the screen. He could tell his parents what was going on. Surely they’d want to know. No service. Thanks, AT&T. Glad to see you’re looking out for the little guys. 

[color=fdc68a]“Alexis and Kitty, eh? Pleasure to meetcha both. Graham Turner here. Not like the cracker. And I…”[/color] Graham paused for a moment and furrowed his brows, trying to figure out how to explain what he could do. He never planned on telling others, so it’s not like he had something ready beforehand. [color=fdc68a]“Well, I can make your goldfish live longer. So that’s a thing.”[/color] He looked at Kitty for a moment. [color=fdc68a]“I’d volunteer, but I just checked mine. No bars. Still could give it a shot, if you want. Err...actually no, I just had a bit of a coughing fit. I don’t think I’m coming down with anything, but hey, better safe than sorry, right?”[/color] his wordflow was picking up speed. He wasn’t quite at Mach 5, but it was slightly quicker than normal. [/centre]