[h1][center][color=DarkSlateGray].:Kyle Anderson:.[/color][/center][/h1]

Kyle was quietly enjoying his sketching. It had become a rather interesting task as of late, his skill hadn’t dropped but he had to focus more or whatever he was drawing would come out [i]wrong[/i]. He found it fun to work with the pseudo-handicap, as he could also allow himself to slip here or there to create some truly interesting pieces.

As such He was completely unaware of the tendril stalking up to him, all of his attention on the portrait he was sketching.

Whack

[color=DarkSlateGray][u][b]“Gah, Sonova’“[/b][/u][/color]

Quickly he turned around intent on finding who had struck at him. Grated it wasn’t that painful of a blow but still who the hell goes around hitting people like that? Only to be greeted with the same empty classroom as before.

[color=DarkSlateGray][i]'The hell?'[/i][/color] he wondered for a moment or two as he rubbed the back of his head where he had been hit [color=DarkSlateGray][i]'Okay, not letting that happen again'[/i][/color]

The youth had gotten the feeling someone was watching him earlier, now he just had to find who that was and give them a slap of his own, possibly, depends on why they decided to smack him in the first place, as it could have been an accident.

Narrowing his eyes he stood up, placing his pad and pencil on the desk as he did, and began to walk around the class room. He may be new to having powers but that didn’t mean he was stupid about them, someone or something stuck out at him, he could hazard a few guesses as to how someone could do that without being seen, and the first ones that came to mind required them to be in hiding nearby. So he started to work his way around the room looking under and around everything.

As he started his search, a few extra eyes had appeared across his head, all of them covered by his hair, giving him a decent field of view around himself. He wasn't going to be caught by surprise if they tried it again. Unless they struck him with an invisible force, or they themselves were invisible. A passing thought about ghosts came and went. HE was still new to the superhero lifestyle, he didn't know if ghost were a thing or not.

It was only a matter of time until he stumbled upon Meredith and her hiding place.