[COLOR=GRAY][INDENT][INDENT][i]One of the "football friends" Rory had brought a throwball. Because of course he had. He supposed the only surprise was that both of them hadn't. He'd seen Rory raise an eyebrow when Calliope asked if he wanted to share a tent. Banjo had wanted to mouth "I know! I have no idea either, right?" but instead he just kept on hauling the tent bag with a grin on his face. The view certainly didn't hurt in terms of keeping his behaviour in line. And he supposed the cliffs were alright too. [/i] [/INDENT][/INDENT][hr][CENTER][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1070792705547980842/1079957264212971520/image.png[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]The Homecoming Trials: # 1.33[/b][/COLOR] [I]How to Stall Assembling a Self-Assembling Tent Because of Hotness[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] Calliope - [@PatientBean], The Ball[/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=SILVER][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Upsticks In Five to Ten[/I][/right][/SUP] [INDENT] Banjo was looking through the tent bag. The thing didn't look like any kind of tent he'd put up in the past, but he'd nut it out okay. How complicated could a tent be? He started digging for instructions. [color=F796A9]"Came here kind of by choice, kind of not. Home life was....testy to say the least. I mean, when you destroy your town's city center and make it look like a winter wonderland in the middle of a New Mexico summer, you tend to ruffle some feathers. Ice, in case that wasn't clear, is my power. I haven't practiced with it too much, but I imagine I can do a lot with it. I made it snow back home."[/color] Quite a lot to unpack there. Her speech had a clipped tone in its pattern that suggested she didn't expect any questions. Comment about her home and family suggested there was more there, but she wasn't comfortable sharing it yet. Which was fine with him. He got how family could hurt you about as well as anyone. It's why his attitude was mainly "Fuck those people" in regards to his own. He'd love to track them down just to tell them he'd never needed them and spit in their faces. But her situation sounded more complicated, and not everyone was as evolved in their "Fuck you people" thinking as he was. He considered telling the story of when he'd killed all the toilets and plumbing in the City Center of Cobra back home, to her. But that was more an amusing anecdote and something he actually took a sick sort of sense of pride in the humour of the situation than anything... and let's face it, Cobra wasn't his home. Cobra was a town of about a couple dozen people. They don't build Town Hall's for towns with only a couple dozen people with hundreds of acres of land on their stations. They make do. In this case the local pub. The Butler had to leave a hefty couple of strips of rubber behind to get the pair of them out alive after Banjo had cherry bombed the toilets and the keg lines. Not out of anger or malice... he was mainly just curious to see if the explosives could still work under those conditions. There was now about about a football team's worth of people out in rural South Australia who were in favour of corporal punishment in the case of a very specific child, who could attest to the fact that cherry bomb's do indeed work in those conditions. So yeah, that didn't sound like the story to tell. So instead he just nodded and tried to seem understanding. [color=F796A9]"What about you? Here by choice or force?"[/color] He chuckled at the question. [color=darkgoldenrod]"I've never been [b]ANYWHERE[/b] by choice. Now what I've done when I've gotten there... that's been [b]ENTIRELY[/b] Banjo."[/color] He grabbed his chest as if to accentuate the point. [color=darkgoldenrod]"But I've been bounced around damn near every eligible boarding school in my country growing up. I've just now heard that for whatever reason, this situation's a little more permanent than any of my previous schools."[/color] He placed the tent. [color=darkgoldenrod]"So it looks like I've got to make [b]THIS[/b] one count and work for me. Still, it could be worse. As far as I can tell nobody's planning any major harm to me because of what I am... Australia's not quite so progressive yet on Hyperhuman Rights. And I mean, the actual school - as far as school's go - I probably couldn't ask for anything better, even if the kids seem a bit crazy with the school pride. I mean, if I rattle out of here, I'm a known-hyperhuman - just because I actually got admitted here - whose references include [b]DOZENS[/b] of schools over my entire education - more than half with less than sparkling things to say about my disciplinary record. What other university would accept that?"[/color] He straightened up and thought about it all. Really let what he was saying wash over himself and take effect like he hadn't until now. He might not be able to go back home again. Which seems a weird thing to think for someone who doesn't have a fixed place he thinks of as "home". Just the broader concept of being able to drive the open roads and go to wherever on the Australian continent he so choose. To not be able to go back. "Well, shit." He popped the yurt and it gradually began to unfurl and take shape. The stray football rolled into the base of the yurt. [color=darkgoldenrod]"But ice... That's good. That works fine with me. I'm not bothered by extreme temperatures, it's part of my whole package deal, so feel free to absolutely cut loose if it's just you and me. Also,"[/color] He said, gesturing to the oncoming dark clouds. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Storm's coming, so unless this is some hyper-manmade thing they're doing now to get all low pressure regions out to ensure good weather for their trials, it looks like you're going to have plenty of moisture in the air."[/color] Calls of "Little help!" came from behind, in regards to the lost ball. Banjo sighed. [color=darkgoldenrod]"But as for me, mine's a little tougher to describe. I... feed, I guess... on sunlight and ambient heat. It makes me... more. Stronger. Faster. I think clearer. But it's easier to show, than tell..."[/color] He did a quick check to make sure everyone was at a safe distance and then drank deep of the late-afternoon, early-evening sun. His breathing quickened and halted, and his body turned black. Muscles and sinew re-knitted within his flesh and his synapses flared and fired from the exquisite sensation. His body stopped seizing and he regained control after the initial change. A splendid orange corona started surrounding him, and a cool breeze seemed to exude from the windward side of him as he dropped the local temperature about a half a degree. He pointed down to the football and then gave a thumbs-up. He powered down and picked it up. He gestured to the further boy to get ready, waving the ball up, and kicked the ball high as he could in his direction. A booming punt. Hyperhuman strength-assisted. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Reckon even without your help, that 'un might come down with frost on it."[/color] He said, referring to the altitude he'd put on the ball. [color=darkgoldenrod]"So feel free to call me a dickhead for being overly forward since we've only just met, but it seems to me that if nothing else our powersets are pretty compatible. I don't know what's going to be ahead of us in the Trials... but if the group is told to split up for any reason - groups of sixes, groups of twos or threes - maybe we'd both be best off watching each other's backs?"[/color] He gestured to the tent that was now complete. [color=darkgoldenrod]"At least that's the way I see it."[/color] The ball came down cold. 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