"[color=00a651]Holy shit.[/color]" he said, surprisingly managing get a grip on himself to sound dumbfounded instead of screaming and running as he wholly intended to as soon as he got out. It wasn't even a second thought, [i]as soon as he was out of this cafe, he was going to become a hermit, find an abandoned house to live in, never speak to anyone ever again. Slowly curl up and die away. This was it. The last straw.[/i] Panic had put him on some autopilot, just when he thought he was as weird as they got, LavaBoy kicked down that assumption. He kind of assumed that maybe, somewhere on this planet, there had to be people that could do extraordinary things. He just hadn't guessed they'd be in the very small town of Pavar. 

The flames were nerve-wracking to watch and distracted him while Curtis spoke, but he found himself getting to his feet to take care of the blinds anyway.

He would have found the scene sort of beautiful if he wasn't so afraid. His gaze found the girl with the pewter hair and the oceanic eyes, the cold seemed to be coming from her in it's billowing fog. It was stunning, it was magnificent, it was [b]blatantly horrifying.[/b] This was something out of a movie, a really good movie with really nice special effects. He could see just beyond the door, ice had trapped the ground in it's transparent prison and glimmered beneath the fluorescent lighting. It had transformed the room into something of an icy wonderland and the power of it struck him as momentarily kind of awesome. 

The mohawked boy, who he vaguely recognized by some manner of local speculation, Ash, was practically burning like a coal. It was amazing and yet the fact that he could tell the fire was very real and very hot, fear tugged at him. He was afraid to get too close to him and side-dodged the whole scene to pull the blinds down with a jerky motion. His hands were shaking by the time the blinds actually closed and it blocked out the excess lighting from the mall. There was still the cafe lighting but it suddenly felt a lot less friendly and a lot more menacing. Stepping back to his table again carefully, he sunk down in the seat and drug a hand through his hair. His gaze uneasily landed on Curtis again. He wondered what he could do, it was a passing thought and it triggered more panic before he realized it must have something to do with the floating tile.

"[color=00a651]I can do something, I think.[/color]" it slipped out in something of an unsure voice, the wavering voice was almost childishly perplexed. He directed it mostly to Curtis, trying to block Ash from his line of vision because the snake didn't seem as interested in him as the blonde girl and he wasn't about to question it. As much as he preferred animals to humans, snakes had never appreciated his company much. He had always liked dogs the best anyhow, if his dad hadn't been such a neat freak then he would have tried to adopt as many as he could. "[color=00a651]Two days ago, at this party, y'know. People keep blathering about it and this place is small. Anyway-[/color]" 

Spinning his hand in some motion that was supposed to inspire him to keep talking instead of clamming up out of fear. [i]Ah, hell. He was becoming a hermit anyway. Right? Right?[/i] Words began to tumble out before anyone could stop them. "[color=00a651]I was a little disoriented and I don't know- God, I just thought I was drunk or something but I didn't even drink that much- This girl like told me this kid was trying to get my attention? And I don't know any kids so I was rightfully confused but I like got a good look at him and he was [i]me.[/i] He was me when I was like four and I tried talking to him but he was like four, and he kept telling me I looked like his dad- huge insult by the way, I look nothing like my father- and he kept smiling like an imp which means that [i]I[/i] used to smile like an imp and that's horrifying. Why didn't my parents toss some holy water on me and call it a day?[/color]" laughter, nervous, pitched laughter. [i]Did this kid ever shut up?[/i] 

"[color=00a651]Point is, I guess, I think I can do that. Whatever that is, y'know? I- I think I can make more of me but- I haven't tried it again because I've been scared senseless and I'm still scared senseless, even more than I am right now. Can you imagine that? Do you know there's a legend about seeing doppelgängers and dying? I'd rather not die anytime soon- I- Sorry. I'm being endless. Just- Yeah.[/color]"