[hr][hr] [centre][h1][color=orange]Barca Ashur Xavier[/color] and [b]Ce-Jay Wilson[/b][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Nfh8RYV.gif[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/Z3vFDiK.gif[/img] [b]Location[/b]Academy Grounds [sup]Interacting with: Each other, Benjamin Parker (briefly)[/sup][/centre] [hr][hr] Walking away, rather proud of himself, Barca didn’t go far. Instead, he settled himself down on the ground, folding himself up smartly and placing Glaber’s cage in front of him. He studied the snowy white owl, letting his thoughts run wild. He considered that conversation, that interaction to be a win. Yet something about it still irked him. It wasn’t just that Naevia’s resolve had been shattered in mere moments, it was… He closed his eyes, and debated with himself for a few moments. For a brief moment, it was like he had an angel and a devil on his shoulder, as he debated whether or not to read Naevia, and Agron’s minds. He had said he hadn’t read her mind…. It didn’t mean that he’d promised not to read her mind… he wanted to understand, so that if he needed to help, he could. But… had the promise been implied? Barca wasn’t sure. The trouble with being so smart, was that he could see both sides of an argument. But… He couldn’t resist. He needed to understand… something about her just pulled him in… and he found himself wanting to help. Particularly if it was something that she didn’t want, what was going on. So, he did what he was best at. Reading minds. It was a simple matter to focus on Naevia’s mind, and after a moment, Argon’s. Shifting through their thoughts was even simpler, as he quickly sought the answers he desperately wanted. Unfortunately, with his mind open the way it was, he could hear others thoughts clearly. [color=red]”Not this again.”[/color] Pierced his mind quite clearly, along with the image of a hand shaking, a phone stuck to it- The smack, accompanied by the pain of a phone hitting his face, jolted Barca out of his- or rather other’s thoughts. He reached up when he realised the phone was actually stuck to his face. He resisted blinking, not wanting to risk losing his eyelashes, and reached to tear the phone from his face. Something was holding it close to his skin, and he sighed. A webslinger. Wonderful. The kids thoughts let him know the boy was mortified. Barca sighed once more. He really couldn’t punish the kid for being incompetent, not at a school designed to learn about your powers. He didn’t get the chance to say anything, in any case as the boy flung himself away. Barca doubted that it was intentional. He once more prepared himself, seeking out Naevia’s mind once more. He was once more assaulted by other’s minds. [b]"I am free! Running is nice. I never get to run. Where is my ball? I must find my - SQUIRREL!"[/b] Ce-Jay stopped mid-run and sat back on his haunches, his little black nose sniffing at the air. The thick, yellow tail began to wag and Ce-Jay was back up again, sniffing. He stopped, let his tongue hang out, and began running again. Despite his efforts to push away others thoughts, Barca once more found someone’s thoughts overwhelming his concentration. The abnormal thoughts that were expressed with such excitement slammed against Barca’s mind, distracting him from what he was doing. What… what was that? It didn’t seem normal… were they mentally ill? [b]”So many smells! I never smell so many smells before! I smell cookies! Cookies are great! Master feeds me cookies when I am a good boy! I smell water. I am a thirsty boy. I must find a place to potty."[/b] Barca frowned, once more trying to track the mental voice, now under the impression that whatever it was, it wasn’t human. The humans and Aliens Barca had met tended to have a filter in their thoughts. Base desires were generally unconscious, so he concluded that it must be an animal of some kind, something he hadn’t had much experience with. He scanned the crowd, knowing he could trace the thought, but knowing it could also hurt the animal, and Barca didn’t want that. Maneuvering the crowd towards the area he could smell water and grass (a great place to go potty!), Ce-Jay bumped himself into Barca’s leg. The blonde canine stopped and looked up at him, tongue lolling out to the side and generally looking rather happy with himself. [b]”A Human! I have found a human and a human has found me! Hello human. I would like to go potty now. Oh pretty please? May I go potty? I have been a good boy!”[/b] Ce-Jay turned himself around, giving Barca his rear to show just how much his tail was wagging, his head looking over his body and back at Barca, as if waiting for something. As the dog bumped into him, Barca frowned down at it. The dog was more than a little excited, and Barca had absolutely no idea what to do with him. This was why he had Glaber. Much simpler to deal with then an excitable canine. [color=orange]”uh… you can go potty… “[/color] He said with a little bit of uncertainty, wondering if the dog would even understand him. [color=orange]”Just not on me, that wouldn’t be being a good boy”[/color] Just what had he gotten himself into? The dog seemed well content to hang around, and it seemed like he didn’t even seem concerned that he was having a proper conversation with a human. [b]”Oh boy! Oh boy!”[/b] Ce-Jay began to spin himself around in circles. [b]”The human has said I can go potty! I shall go now! Thank you, human! You have been most kind! I love you! We are now friends!”[/b] Ce-Jay then took off, running full speed through the group of students until he broke free of the crowd to a less dense area towards the lake. Barca looked after the dog, a little perplexed. He was friends… with a dog? Just how quickly did dogs give you their loyalty? [i]Well, about thirty seconds I guess[/i] He thought to himself, shaking his head, he did wonder if the dog actually would ‘go potty’ or would get distracted by something else. And why was he actually thinking that about a dog? He shook his head again. Just who did the dog belong to?