[h1][color=dodgerblue]Za͘c̡h̀a̛ria͠h B̸a̛l̕e̡[/color][/h1]
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[color=dodgerblue]"͝I̢'͡m̛ ̀ta͟ki͞n̢g̨ ̧requests̡,͡ fơl͘ks̴. Wh͟ǫ ҉wan̨t̀s͜ ͠to̕ see͝ me ̨do̵ ̀wh́a̧t?"[/color]

Specter-Zach was floating amidst a group of students amassed in the central area of the library. Some of them looked amused, others looked annoyed. Rest were wholly indifferent. He pretended to stand on a platform in mid-air, keeping a bit of focus on his movement so it wouldn’t look like he was drifting too much. He kind of failed in that regard.

[color=dodgerblue]"C'̧m͠on͝, c'̸mo͏n͘, ̛fǫr̴ ̢r͝ea͟l. ҉Gimm̢e'͏ s͘om͡e͜th̛ing."[/color]

He was met with silence, shrugs, and chuckles.

[color=dodgerblue]"N̵o͢th̕in̸g̛? A͠lŕi̡g͟h̷t,͝ ̷a̛l͟r̷i̷ght͠,̡ ҉f̶i͜n̴e, ̴I̷ ҉kn̨ǫw ̡s̡om͞eth͘in͝g͝.͏ ̶U̸h, ͏who's g̶ot̛ à.͝.̶. ̕yo͜u͘,͞ y͘ou͡.̛"[/color] He pointed at one of the students with her phone out and floated a little closer to her. [color=dodgerblue]"Go to Yo͢u̸Tu҉b͡e͡,͡ lo̶o҉k̴ ̵u҉p "͠Op͝i͟ou̷ ͟ver͘sus Stu͠ff͟ ̛S̢m͡ith"̵. ͞F̧įr͢st r̢esųlt͡."̨[/color] The student, thankfully, complied with a smile. She looked up the video, set her volume to max, set her phone down on the central table, and played the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YntkSIYvpb0]video[/url].

The intro started out, and Zach was mostly still, only making slight movements. Twelve seconds in, he began moving his limbs in the most fluidic manner he could muster. The whole bioelectric-specter thing helped make him look like he wasn’t completely screwing up what looked like planned choreography. And all the while, he was maintaining a near perfect position on his mental platform.

And the students gathered around were actually enjoying it.

[i]It ain’t right to do what you’re doin’
It ain’t right so don’t be a-stoopin’
It ain’t right so baby it’s nothin’
Momma, I’m, talkin’

It ain’t love that you handed out to me
It ain’t love now don’t start to shout to me
It ain’t love so baby it’s farewell
Oh, goodbye[/i]