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The city looked gorgeous in Kyrin's eyes. He saw past the distant, industrious smoke clouds, past the dull and drab streets, and even past the tall skyscrapers. He saw a movement in the making - every single dot that lined the streets below him was a person with his or her own story. They were as special to themselves as he was to himself; everyone was their own story's main character, after all. 

[i]*cough*[/i] Kyrin looked down as he coughed out a jet of smoke. He doused his joint and tossed it over the edge of the building he was sitting on. Right next to him was one of his only friends - Trellik. He was the same age as Kyrin, but seemed inferior in every way excluding the fact that he was one of the most intellectually gifted students at the Ascendant academy. Trellik ziplocked the back containing the herbs and handed it back to Kyrin, "We should leave, Ky." Ky nodded and got up slowly, stretching his arms and letting out a long yawn as he did so. "One sec, gotta take carah' something'," Ky said before heading over to open his bag and retrieve two cans of spray paint and a notebook. Trellik moaned, "Aw c'mon, are you serious, Ky? [i]NOW[/i]?"

Kyrin simply held up a finger to shush Trellik before flipping a few pages on his notebook. He set the cans down and grabbed a pencil from his pocket, adding some finishing touches to his design. With a nod, he set the notebook down next to the edge of a wall on the roof of the skyscraper that they were on. With a quick shake of the cans, he immediately began spraying on his design. It wasn't long before the shouts of local law enforcement broke his concentration. Right as he finished spraying on his design, three officers and an ascendant instructor opened the door leading to the terrace.

At that point Trellik chose to bolt. He ran in the opposite direction and leaped onto a nearby rooftop terrace, choosing to escape via the rooftops. Ky gathered his materials and ran towards the opposite side of the wall from where the new party arrived. [i]'Just had to leave a message,[/i] he thought as he waited silently. When the footsteps neared, he closed his eyes and focused on his sense of touch, heightening his perception to every thing that brushed pass his body. The tattoos across his body began glowing purple, and before long, his eyes as well. Leaning on the wall, he took a step back - and went right through to the other side. The officers continued to search the rooftops, but by the time they returned to the door from whence they came, Kyrin had already reached the bottom floor, from where he departed to his home in the Spire.
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"So when do I start?" Kyrin said mockingly. He was seated by a table in a briefing room, where he had just received instructions to join a squad in the Sky Spire. Across from him were two officers and Madame Vayne. She seemed much more patient than Ky expected her to be. "Listen, Ky. You have.... [i]immense[/i] potential as an ascendant. You just need to understand and grasp that potential, instead of letting it rot away while you waste your time trying to be 'different'." Kyrin shrugged, "I'm sorry I don't like living a life forced upon me." Vayne rubbed her temples, "Seriously, Ky? Enough with that nonsense. You've been long enough to understand how things work, so stop trying to act so revolutionary. Things aren't going to change." Ky smirked and simply said, "Bet?"

At that moment, Vayne slammed her hand down and got up to scold him, but he raised his hands and ushered her down, "Ok! Ok! I'm sorry. I guess I should leave now?." In an instant, the instructor sat back down with a cheery smile, "Glad to hear it. You'll meet your squad on the Sky Spire launching bay. You're representing our district, so don't mess up, alright?"

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Kyrin loved the Sky district. It was so full of life, that one would forget that it was ruled by the same government. He made his way to the launching bay, which was surprisingly empty; most likely the instructors had reserved it for their squad. He only saw one other individual and assumed him to be some sort of guard, as he was sharpening some bizarre-looking sword. "Great. I'm the first one to get here. Fucking lame," Kyrin said as he walked over to a nearby wall and leaned on it. He pulled out his pouch and rolled another joint. With a flick of his thumb, he ignited his lighter and lighted the end of the joint before stowing away his materials in his bag. Upon taking a hit, he let out the smoke slowly and looked around as he waited. [i]'Please don't stick me with the lame kids, I swear.'[/i]