[hr][hr] [centre][h1][color=orange]Barca Ashur Xavier[/color][/h1] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/10KM9HKbxBZjYA/giphy.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Academy. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Himself, mostly. Naevia Udaku [@vicier].[/sup][/centre] [hr][hr] The shiny black car, not new by any standards, but still expensive looking, drove smoothly along the road to the Academy. The young man driving it drove faster than the posted speed limit, despite knowing well in advance what the sped was. He also drove through red lights- knowing which ones had cameras, and if there were any cops nearby. He seemed to consider himself above such petty laws, after all, he carried the… well, he supposed universes, amount of written information in his head. He could talk his way out of a ticket faster than the cop could say “License and registration”. That is, if any were lucky enough to catch him. Of course, there was a lot of useless information in his mind. He really didn’t want to know about what people were doing in their free time, but that was the curse that came with being an utter genius so far above known human intelligence. His incredible willpower meant that he didn’t turn into a blithering idiot under the sheer amount of information and knowledge. It was exhausting, but such was his lot in life. And it was such a lot that made him sure that he would breeze through the Academy- what was there to learn, that he didn’t already know? Part of him figured that his father merely wanted him somewhere secure. This were still uneasy, even after the treaty. Another part of him thought that his father figured there was something to learn. Either way, what else was Barca going to do? This, at least, could provide him some amusement. Thinking about the school brought the layout to his mind, all the classes, and students enrolled… He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, slowing down just slightly. Seeking the part of his consciousness that wasn’t overrun with information, Barca let himself float there for a moment or two, before opening his eyes. His route had not changed, he had not wavered on the road. He suspected that he could drive blind, so long as the roads were marked on a map. It would be in his mind, and he’d be able to read the minds of other drivers. Perhaps there could be an interesting experiment on that… When he neared the Academy, Barca pulled over, looking at the school building in the distance, before sighing and leaning back in his seat, closing his eyes. He opened his mind just enough to let his senses roam, seeking other students minds, and perhaps teachers. He wanted to see just what he was getting into, even if it was troubling. One girl just arriving at the school was in agony, both over coming to the academy and at the prospect of meeting her parents for the first time. If there were in teachers at the school. He cast his mind out, seeking information on this Phoebe, given the last name smith as so many orphans were if they didn’t have a last name. Just an identifying mark, nothing special. As he sought for anything on her, he was surprised to find that there was nothing written down about her about her birth, the only records about her, her school records, and DMV records. Nothing else. There was no documents anywhere about her parents. Except…. She’d been left with another girl, a younger girl. Siblings? Interesting. The girl didn’t seem to be aware that she had a sibling. This could be fun. A little further, just coming to the school, he could hear a couple of students thoughts. One excited, one hesitant. Typical stuff there, although it was rather interesting… the boy had nothing much on him either. Adopted by Phil Coulson… but no indication of who his biological parents were. Again, interesting, but…. Not enough to gain Barca’s attention. Other mundane thoughts Barca sighed, retreating for a few moments. There was certainly some things that he could look into, and turn to his advantage… A small rustling sound brought his attention to the gorgeous white owl sitting comfortable in his cage. Glaber. Asleep, Barca knew that he would be until night fell. He smiled, letting himself indulge for a moment or two. He’d take the owl over just about anyone or anything anyday. He returned back to his spying, everything he was learning being stored away for later use, for the moment content to stay within the car. He eventually made a move to get out the car, stopping as he saw a limo pull up nearby. He raised an eyebrow, wondering who was important enough to warrant an escort in a limo. He focused his telepathy on the limo, and the girl within it, not even bothering to follow the conversation she seemed to be having with her mother, at least not having it being his focus. Why bother, when he didn’t know if it was worth it yet? The girl seemed to thinking about… Africa? That was enough to intrigue his interest- there were only a few supers he knew off that were from Africa. For a brief moment, he tuned into the conversation the two appeared to be having, following the girl’s thoughts as he did so. Sadly, the conversation seemed to be a lecture of some sort from the girl’s mother and Barca sighed softly. He waited for the girl to get out, before doing so himself, watching her with two lions. He retrieved Glaber from the back seat, carrying the cage by his side, he waited a moment or two before following the girl, a little wary about the lions… although he supposed he could always blast them away if he wanted to. So, what did he have to fear? Barca approached her after a moment or two, making sure the lions weren't about to attack him. [color=orange]"If I say hello, will they bite?"[/color]