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[color=purple]Kalama Guynn[/color] & [color=cadetblue]Rowan Childe[/color]
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[h3][i]Sidewalk en route to Poor Yorick's[/i][/h3]

	[color=cadetblue]"Well actually, I only use-"[/color] Rowan's secret was lost to the sudden screech of van tires, leaving the older student to stare in shock as events unfolded. Though his instincts leaned towards intervention, surprise won over and he stayed on the sidewalk as Caleb hurried over to render aid. Normally he would have been berating himself over losing his edge, but today there were bigger things on his mind. What had that rat been doing? Had he somehow summoned it, convinced it to bite the man without consciously intending to? That seemed highly unlikely, but if it wasn't his powers reactivating then what else could possibly be the cause? 

	His suspicions fell onto the doubled over 'Ken' at about the same time as Caleb's, and Rowan strode purposefully across the street to join the others crowded around him. Maybe this was the weird vibe, some sort of sense for others like him. But of all the people at BCC to share this surreal secret with, why did it have to be the angsty goth kid? [i][color=cadetblue]"What did you do?"[/color][/i] He asked intensely, surprised to hear the loud, crisp tones of his military voice. He had been soft-spoken and gentle for years now, but stress was bringing back the corporal in him. [color=cadetblue]"How did you do that?"[/color] He rephrased, trying to sound a little less authoritative. Maybe this wasn't the best line of questioning in front of the whole group, but he couldn't bear to wait for answers. If he wasn't the only one with these powers, that would change everything.

	The last one to join the cluster, Kalama found herself grateful that everyone else was asking all the questions. She had her own suspicions about the events, but better to let Rowan sound like a crazy person demanding answers about an event only readily explicable through supernatural means. Crazy stuff happens every day, right? If she hadn't just lit a car on fire with her mind the other day, she would have thought the rat thing was just some crazy coincidence. But after all that had happened, she was suspicious that this wasn't natural either.

	[color=purple]"Here,"[/color] she said brusquely as she handed Caleb a small bottle of orange scented hand sanitizer from her backpack. It wasn't a peace offering, not exactly, but after what he had done it seemed fair. She could respect that he had been the first one to act while still hating his guts for other reasons, she figured. Also a little bit of rubbing alcohol would make it [i]very[/i] easy to set his hands on fire... but she quickly dismissed that idea. Revenge on Daria had only made her feel worse, though she wasn't ready to confront that inconvenient fact quite yet.

	As the breeze picked up she shoved her hands into her jacket pocket, wondering if it was getting chilly out here or if her goosebumps weren't entirely on account of the temperature. There was something really wrong here, and to judge by Rowan's face she wasn't the only one thinking that. Her previous conversation with Val was already all but forgotten, even the sting of getting her name confused with the Californian senator - a surprisingly common mistake that she was starting to get used to. She glanced at Valeria and realized this weird feeling must be serious, if it could distract her from an actual walking work of art.