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[indent][indent][right][sup][b][color=#7fffd4]INTERACTIONS:[/color][/b] Aegis Agent, Mountain Man and Freshwater/Saltwater Otter, everyone who heard him
[b][color=#7fffd4]LOCATION:[/color][/b] San Francisco International Airport → HOP ON THE BUS → Boats n Hoes~ → Fun Playroom[/sup][/right]
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[color=7fffd4]"What a total bummer."[/color]

Those words echoed in the usually empty head of one Skylar Vass as he flew on a commercial flight, escorted by a couple of Aegis agents, no less, from Kahului Airport to San Francisco International. Flying coach with special circumstances or something to that effect made no sense to Kyle, but it wasn’t because he was looking too much into being escorted by these agents but, honest to god, he wasn’t even thinking about it. His mind was elsewhere. It was back on Hawaii and he kept thinking about what led up to this moment.

When he got his powers, Kyle didn’t know what to think or feel about it. He had always been an agile kid. His parents were the best and let him find his own way. He was homeschooled, which gave him the freedom to learn at his own pace. He wasn’t the kind of kid who would go on to be a big time scientist or even become a teacher. Kyle passed with average marks and made use of the free time. He loved to surf. He loved cliff-jumping. He loved swimming and skating. Extreme sports was not just part of the soul of the island but it was [i]his[/i] lifeblood. Both of his parents were famous for their talents on a board. His mom was a famous skater while his dad was for the water.

So somewhere along the lines, Kyle developed a love for both. Excelling at speed like his mother did on land but took after his father for a love of water. Combine that with friends who often encouraged Kyle and his bad habits of doing some insane, crazy stunts that often led to broken arms, bruises all over his body, and an impressive amount of  trips to the local clinic. It got to the point that Kyle was on a first name basis with every nurse and they didn’t need to bring up his information. It could be assumed by his injury at that time.

But getting his powers was a totally different story. Kyle didn’t change when he got it. One might say that his stunts grew in scale and so did the attention he brought on himself. The friends he kept encouraged him to go big or go home.

As it turned out, going big wouldn’t let him go home. Because within half of a fortnight, Aegis came-a-knockin on at his home, explaining the reason for their visit. One of Kyle’s bros convinced him it would be a good idea to use his powers on them and the other filmed it. That’s how he wound up on a plane to San Francisco.

Not your brightest idea, Kyle. Not at all…

When the plane landed and Kyle retrieved his singular luggage that wasn’t the backpack he had as a carry on, he waited with the good agents of Aegis, thinking about his life choices, but as he did, the simple-minded Hawaiian felt whelmed by his environment. No matter the reason, the fact remained that he was in a city that he always wanted to visit. He loved the idea of California. To a lot of his ohana back on the Island, California was like the distant cousin of Hawaii. The cousin that didn’t do everything they could but had enough of the working pieces. Plus, Beverly Hills 90210 and Katy Perry always made it seem like its own paradise. Even though Kyle wanted to think about the reasons that brought him here, all he could do was enjoy finally being in Cali. He wanted to see some California girls, with daisy dukes and bikini on top!

As he started to board, dressed in shorts and a tank, big hoverboard under his arm, Kyle found himself humming California Gurls as he took a seat in the back. Despite everything happening, Kyle was just happy to be here. Happy to be able to keep his board. It didn’t even occur to him until he heard a commotion that there were some interesting people on the bus. He spent so much time gazing out of the window like the tourist he was, taking in the sights of San Fran. It only really clicked when someone made a big deal about an otter.

Brown eyes glanced at the little critter and he mused, [color=7fffd4]“Ay brada, you think that’s freshwater or seawater otter?” [/color]He asked the Aegis agent that sat next to him.

The man shrugged. “No clue. My knowledge of otters is nonexistant.”

[color=7fffd4]“[abbr=can mean “ok” or “yeah”, depending on context]Shoots.[/abbr]”[/color] Kyle responded before returning to his previous activity of gazing at the sights that they’d pass. There were others that came aboard or that he had only just realized such as the man made of stone and the winged angel, but he was still going through the motions of jetlag that Kyle kept to his own devices.

By the time the bus came to its destination, Austin, the name of the aegis agent that sat near Kyle who didn’t give him his name technically, but Kyle estimated that he looked like an Austin, had gestured to him to get up. [color=7fffd4]“Roger dat, Austin!”[/color] Kyle saluted Austin with the hang loose hand gesture.

“My name’s not Austin. It’s Steve.”

[color=7fffd4]“Really? Roger dat, Not Austin, It’s Steve!”[/color] He gave Not Austin, It’s Steve a simple grin and descended off the bus and the dark-haired Hawaiian felt at home when he saw where they were. He looked around and couldn’t help but feel at peace being near water.

Then came the ferries to carry off them off in batches of two to the giant island in view. Kyle was in group two because they had to account for Mountain Man. [color=7fffd4]“[abbr=Hawaiian slang for “until we meet again]A hui hou, Mountain Man and Otter![/abbr]”[/color] Did they actually acknowledge Kyle’s simple farewell to them as they boarded their ferry? Probably not, but Kyle did it anyway because he didn’t know what else to do.

After the ferry came back and he rode on it himself, he pondered about how it would have been easy for him to just go across the sea with his board, but due to reasons of if he tried to do anything with his powers and Austin/Steve might attack him for it, Kyle knew that wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t have his bros to convince him it would be, either, so that meant he had to ride it out.

If only people would have told him all hell would break loose once they got to the island. People bled, a feather was used as a weapon, some cute Japanese girl got hit with pepper spray after she started to disappear ([color=7fffd4][i]Wow that was killer![/i][/color]). But the worst of it all and probably the one thing that lingered in Kyle’s mind was his board being confiscated. He felt naked without it. He felt incomplete. What was a surfer, a kid from the island who spent his entire life on a board, without one? Whether skate, hover, or surf, him and his board was the closest thing he had ever come to finding his soul mate.

And now that he had to be without it, no matter how overdramatic it was, Kyle lost part of his free-spirited soul. Not even the residual hummings he tried to focus on of California Gurls could mend his broken heart. No amount of activities he saw as they went further into the facility, not the pool nor sauna nor steaming room could take his attention off the fact that he really needed to know where his board was.

But then everything changed when the activity empire attacked.

Okay, maybe more like a small battalion, but Kyle soon found himself in better spirits. A twinkle lit up his eyes when he saw the consoles. Something to know about Kyle: while he was an avid gamer, he didn’t play a wide variety, but he loved skating games. Skate, Tony Hawk Pro Skater - you name it. He loved playing those. He lived for those to an extent. He even liked Shaun White’s snowboarding game.

Honing in on the part of the rec room where the consoles were, both of the boys who were playing it went up and left and, Kyle being the kind of guy who never let a situation pass him by, he made a beeline for the console, making himself comfortable and continued playing whatever racing game it was those two were having a ball with. [color=7fffd4]“Kinda wished it was Skate but a game is a game.”[/color] Kyle understood he was talking to himself. Most might find that weird, but then again, Kyle wasn’t necessarily the kind of person people looked at and thought ‘wow that kid is someone who totally fits society’s definition of a tool’.

Kyle was not a tool. He rode the waves and often crashed and burned when he went too high up.[/indent][/indent]