[centre][b][h1][color=orange]Barca Ashur Xavier[/color][/h1][/b]
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[b]Location[/b] inside the school gates
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Cole [@BlackPanther]
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Barca was still looking after the dog, finding the encounter to still be rather… weird. While animals weren’t typically something he could hear, he did have the ability the understand animals… sometimes. While his father could, it was still an ability that he needed to work on. Sometimes, when the animal was particularly strong of mind, or just… had powerful thoughts, Barca could hear them. He suspected that the dog might be the latter… he seemed rather simple, beyond anything else. The dog appeared to have found something, or someone else to occupy his mind, for which Barca was grateful. He did want a god asking for permission every time it wanted to go to the toilet. 

That would just be beyond tedious. 

He looked around at the sound of footsteps, frowning as the boy whose thoughts he couldn’t read approached him. He watched, making no move to approach the boy, standing straight, one hand holding Glaber’s cage, the other down by his side. All business man, and one that clearly thought he was above most of the others around him. Or that’s what it seemed like at least. He kept his gaze on the boy approaching him, a little wary of him. 

If he couldn’t read his thoughts how was Barca to know if the guy was going to kill him? He studied him, trying to work out why he couldn’t break through, why he couldn’t read his thoughts In all his life, no one had ever managed to be immune to his telepathy. There were people who had shields… but he didn’t think this mere boy did. An immunity seemed preposterous, and yet it also seemed like the only logical conclusion. His father would hear about it, that was for sure. He’d have to ask, and see if he had ever come across someone who was immune. 

The boy didn’t seem to be anything special, there were more interesting looking people around him. Not that Barca particularly cared. His gaze drifted back to where he had left Naeva, and her brother. Well. He mostly didn’t care, at least. Barca liked to be challenged, but he didn’t like being treated, nor looked like he was nothing but gum on the bottom of one’s shoe. Her brother would realise that. His gaze moved back towards the oncoming boy, his expression blank, not revealing any emotion his thoughts might spark. 

Barca studied the boy’s facial expressions, watching for any signs of cues, although Barca didn’t consider himself an expert in that. He normally just relied on people’s thoughts… a lapse he would soon rectify. Still, as the boy stopped, Barca made to try and reach his mind, searching for a way through the barrier, and not finding one. The small pressure he put on didn’t even seem to do anything to the barrier, and Barca sighed softly to himself. 

[color=orange]”Hello”[/color] Barca said in return, his greeting lacking almost as much as the boys. He stood there, waiting for more from the boy. After all, he had approached him first. Finally though, Barca said [color=orange]”is there something you wanted?”[/color]