[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/66ca263a174d20e9b4de884f84c9ee25/tumblr_ntu7xcs6s61qhbroxo2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Gideon, Jace, Janelle, and Isley[/center][hr][hr]	[color=00a99d]"You got it, your royal highness,"[/color] Scott teased Isley with a huge smirk. If anyone argued that everyone had the potential to be a gentleman, Scott would perhaps be Exhibit A for the opposition. He knew that Isley disliked the nickname and so, he went out of his way to come up with a way to top it. He was the same person who would say [i]hold my beer[/i] before going off to do something ridiculously stupid - or who taunted their friends into taking risks by shouting [i]YOLO[/i] at them. He was a merc with a mouth, to make a long story short. 

	However, the kids did raise some good points. They all had the same weird dreams and abilities, though the powers were different for each of them. They also all became deathly ill at one point. There had to be something connecting all of them. [color=00a99d]"How much do you want to bet that dead bitch over in Phillie was one of us?"[/color] Scott proposed. There were other faces he'd seen in visions but now, it seemed more and more likely to him that they all were just other people who had the same dreams and also developed abilities.