[i]‘People are introducing themselves now…maybe I should, too. I’ve only had my power for like a month, the rest of the people here are probably masters of their’s…and they’re all probably a lot stronger than me. Maybe…maybe not physically…’[/i] Casper sighed softly and turned his Vita off, careful like never before. When he was nervous he had even less control of his powers, and if he’d accidentally break his Vita, that would be the end to one of his most precious friends. “I-I’m…Casper.” The boy managed, clenching his teeth after he had spoken. Did he in fact manage that? Good, that was step one. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but he was sure that most of them heard him. The ones that didn’t could hear it repeated from the others. 

Fiddling with his fingers, the last thing Casper wanted was to shake someone’s hand. For him to be at the academy was incredibly critical, they needed to teach him how to control his power. Luckily his powers were personal and did never extend beyond his physical body. He couldn’t shoot energy blasts at people, he couldn’t make them fly with a thought and he couldn’t conjure the elements. As long as he didn’t touch anyone, he’d be fine, everyone would be fine. 

Speaking of which, what was everyone’s power? What were these people capable of? It was ironic how Casper wanted to learn how to control his powers in a safe environment but this was possibly the most dangerous place he could be in. How many of these [i]misfits[/i] could control their powers? Was anyone there like Casper? 

Casper’s eyes trailed to this other boy, Greg. He seemed almost as nervous as Casper himself. What could he do? He knew something that he shouldn’t? Something about smoking? It was hard to follow, especially when Casper was deep in thought. He hadn’t been paying much attention. “H-hello…” Casper gulped, speaking in Greg’s direction but anyone could answer. It wasn’t specifically meant for anyone, but making friends with these people was better than being their enemy, right? Being none of that was probably the best thing but if he sat there quietly, people might think he’s rude and that would probably lead to bad things. 

The boy’s hands fell to his knees softly tapping his kneecaps as his legs pulled together slightly. This wait was growing horrendous, couldn’t the bus just arrive, already? It was good that the rest were making small talk but Casper was [i]incredibly[/i] bad at that. Small talk was seriously not his thing. The boy's eyes found home on the ground below his feet as his fingers gently ran through his black and pink hair. It would be easier if someone else initiated a conversation with him, maybe.