[centre][b][h1][color=orange]Barca[/color][/h1][/b]

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[b]interacting with:[/b] Cole [@BlackPanther][/centre]

The guy seemed a little slow. Maybe that was why he seemed immune to Barca’s telepathy. That boded a little bit of thinking on, although he supposed it didn’t really hold any merit… He had, after all, met many people with mental disabilities… so maybe that wasn’t worth looking into. More than likely it had to do with the boy’s parentage, than anything else… Yes. There was nothing special about the boy other than genetics in that case. Finally, the boy spoke. Barca waited, studying him and all the while trying to figure out a way in. Or figure out [i]why[/i] the boy was immune to him. 

Was it all an act? This simple minded, socially awkward display? He was sure that there were some people out there who’d want to hurt his father by hurting him… And sending someone whose thoughts couldn’t be read seemed like a good idea to Barca…

So Barca watched Cole, looking for any sign that he was about to be attack. The boy didn’t really scare him… he was certainly no lion, that was for sure. He wanted to know about their classmates? Barca glanced about. He could tell this kid all about their classmates, but he didn’t think that that was what the boy was getting at. He looked back to him, quizzical. At Cole’s offered hand, Barca frowned, before shifting and accepting the offered hand. [color=orange]”I’m-”[/color] but that was as far as Barca got, as suddenly something smashed into his face. 

Stumbling back, Barca looked about wildly, managing to keep a hold of Glaber’s cage, he let his telepathy fly, searching for anything that would let him know who had attacked him. They were going to face his wrath. Some thoughts that seemed rather panicked reached his mind, a voice that seemed to match the words, apologetic, came to him, and he turned his gaze onto the boy that retrieved his... phone? He'd been assaulted by a damn phone? Before Barca could do anything, the boy was flung away from them, by… webs?

Ah. A spider brat. And if Barca remembered right, the kid was clumsy. And Barca always remembered rightly. Shaking his head, Barca sighed. He couldn’t punish someone for incompetence, when it wasn’t their fault. Although maybe the boy needed to learn not to… use his webs unintentionally. Barca watched him go with a sigh, reaching up to make sure that he wasn’t bleeding. Maybe his father should hear about this. Perhaps he could organise some more specific power development classes for spiderboy. 

This school was going to drive him crazy, Barca was sure of it. Between the hyperactive, attention deficit dog, the boy who he couldn’t read, the annoying girl who thought she could lecture him, the clumsy webslinger, the really over-protective older brother, and the girl… that seemed to fill Barca’s mind for the mere fact she was a puzzle he couldn’t quite crack, Barca wasn’t too sure how long his sanity might last. 

He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, before looking to Glaber and making sure the owl hadn’t been disturbed. The damned bird was still asleep. He looked back to Cole, letting his focus fall onto the curious void of nothing that was the boy’s mind to Barca, the rest of the students minds becoming background noise, he cleared his throat and said [color=orange]”I’m Barca. And it seems like the other students are… eccentric, to say the least”[/color]