[i][u]Nicholas Raynor, Deborah Termellio, Jago Javuant, Shannon Balore, & Ben Voss.[/u][/i]

Nicholas couldn't help but barely resist doing a literal facepalm at the current situation at hand. Not only was Shannon being a complete jerk, which was something he had been warned about, but she was outright littering just because it was dark? Ugh. She certainly seemed like a typical asshole who had everything handed to her...no. Nicholas, calm down. She's just human, just like the rest of us...metahumans. Okay, that didn't make as much sense as it should have. Either way, he shook his head and followed after Deborah as she walked off, providing a great deal of light to the group via his flame. Maybe he was misunderstanding something...maybe a reason why Shannon was being this way. Hrm. And then there was the fact that he heard the other female of the group, one he hadn't met before, timidly disagree with their choice...he had to admit, just having someone a little bit more nervous than he was around felt...almost a bit nice. Not because she was scared...but to have someone who was a bit like-minded to his hesitance, even on different matters, was endearing...then again, he shouldn't assume this is why she is right now. Maybe she just didn't like the dark. Nicholas smiled at her, before speaking. "Don't worry. We'll be fine. I'm sure of it." He stated, as for once, he sounded a bit more confident than usual. Was he putting on a mask of sorts, or just putting away some of his own inner dread to help someone? Eh, who knows. Maybe a little of both, maybe neither at all.

As they continued on, a sound caught his ear. The sound of crashing, and then thrashing of what sounded like metal. His eyes dashed towards the source, but his flame could only illuminate so far. So he simply let Deborah do the talking to the big guy. Yeah, its strange he found him here, but he couldn't read what he was trying to make out with his muted motions. Somehow, Deborah managed to pull a mind-read of sorts and figure out what all was going on. And then Nicholas heard the name of the culprit, and he cringed a bit. Damnit, it had to be that kid, didn't it? He shook his head, following after Deborah and leaving the others behind, a silent anger burning within him. He had taken the levels of bullshit he had gotten from Jago before, but now? This? No, no, no. None of that. He followed alongside Deborah, lighting her way, and once they found Jago, he stood back for a moment, letting Deborah grab ahold of Jago after some comments and then moving alongside her, staring at Jago. "You know man, I knew you had some issues, but -this-, dude? This is pretty stupid of you to do."

Ooooh, White-boy wants to comment? Like he's mother-fuckin-Teresa. Pa-lease. Jago had to resist rolling his eyes. "Look here, Nicky-boy," Jago started off, pointing at Nicholas, "You finally got enough [i]balls[/i] to say something? Please. Just shut yo' damn mouth." Because Nicky-boy needs to learn that he's a bitch - and nothing but a bitch. You can't stop being a bitch just because you [i]want[/i] to. Or else they wouldn't be any bitches in the world! Bitch. 

"God dammit, Jago," Deborah started off, even angrier that her cousin had the gall to start mouthing off at people for telling him the obvious. Yes, what he did was stupid as all hell, because this boy had little to no sense. "Shut. [i]Up[/i]."

Nicholas found himself surprised. Not because of Jago's attitude, no, that was typical. He had expected -that- from the get-go. He found himself surprised at Deborah's burst of anger. For someone so kind...to become so angry, this issue must be very close to her. He tilted his head at her. Maybe he could do something to help...-yes-. There was something he could to do help. He slowly moved to place his right hand on her shoulder, not trying to do so hard or notably, but rather, a light touch. And with that touch, thanks to the flame on his right hand, a small jolt of morale-based energy likely would move through her body, at least, temporarily, allowing her to see beyond her anger and maybe feel a bit more in control of herself. After all, the last thing she needed to do is blow her lid like a volcano. He remembered the last time he did that himself, and frankly, it wasn't pretty.

The moment Nicholas touched her, Deborah's power went into action ([b]He is attempting to calm you down, he doesn't want me to lose control of myself[/b]). How sweet, but Deborah is fully in control of herself. But she felt the envigorating effects course through her body. She let an exhale out and smiled. "Thank you, Nicholas," She said with a smile. She couldn't help but express her gradtitude. "But I am in control of myself." One thing Deborah knew was that she should never lose control of her temper. She let go of Jago.

Jago rolled his eyes, but was relieved when Deborah let go of him. Looks like White-boy doesn't even have the gall to respond to him. Probably knew he didn't have the balls after all. Hahaha!

Ben walked in at this point, holding a stick of corn inside a bag he had found over Nick's fire. He placed his hand on the top, and held it there, and after a few seconds of constant popping, his popcorn was ready. He lacked the ability to create butter, as dairy production was outside of his control, or salt or any of that, but he was a rough and tasteless fellow, so he could tough out based popcorn without much difficulty. He held some out to any of the group, offering the bag for anyone to take from should they want popcorn/have the ability to produce salt and or butter.

Shannon took some popcorn. It was delicious.

Nicholas looked up at Ben. Huh. Curious. He hadn't thought about using his fire to cook foods before, so...perhaps there were other uses to his powers. Hrm. He smiled at Deborah, ignoring Jago's eye rolling. The guy obviously thrived off of arguments, and when he didn't get it, he wasn't happy. Well, he wasn't indulging him any more. "Right. Should we get going?" He asked, his eyes scanning over the room to make sure they hadn't forgotten anyone. -Including- the female who's name he hadn't gotten yet. He would prefer not to leave anyone behind. "After all, maybe we can figure out a way to get the power back up once we find the issue."

Ben smiled at his inginuity. He was finding more and more uses for powers everyday, from saving lives to doing everyday tasks! He was a mute genius! Just like Beethoven except mute instead of partially blind and deaf! And with powers instead of music (unless you count the kazoo, he was good at teaching people to play that somehow, and he was excellent at the grasswhistle).

The perceptive teen wondered if Ben was truly an idiot. Probably. What did matter was that he was offering everyone some popcorn! Deborah couldn't help but take a handful. She smiled and let out a "Mmmmmm..." sound as she chewed on popcorn. But, oh yeah! They should be getting a move on now. Their business in the lounge was over. "Alright, everyone, for real this time, let's get the hell out of here." Deborah quickly walked through the doors of the lounge - because she wanted to get the hell out of here.

Ben followed the scrubs, holding his popcorn like the boss he was.