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###Dillon, Titan and Lilith
Dillon hadn't made a sound as she walked in, and any subtle sound a normal human would've made should've been drowned out by the booming music in the other room. However, Lilith was the first between the two to turn her head to Dillon upon her entrance, and Titan's eyes followed. They both frowned.
"I'll just, uh," Dillon mumbled, attempting to find a way to successfully backtrack out of this peculiar situation as she stepped back. This certainly wasn't a predicament Dillon had considered finding herself in; meeting both Titan and Lilith after Abaddon had bested both of them in a single day. Before they turned their attention to Dillon, the couple actually looked happy as they exchanged vibrant smiles, but their warmth transitioned to cold stares as their eyes honed in on her. She served as an embarrassing reminder of their defeat of her current ally, and link to their common enemy.
_"I suppose they found a way back into each other's arms after being defeated by Adrian,"_ she thought. _"Weird. I guess getting their asses kicked by him wasn't **all** bad." _
“Well, well,” said Lilith, as she stood up from Titan’s lap. Dillon tensed and took another step back, briefly scared that trouble was afoot. “Isn't this your minion?”
“Partner,” corrected Dillon.
“Was,” Titan said bitterly, as he looked upon Dillon with an unwavering gaze. “Has Abaddon ditched you yet?”
_"Guess they're not going to see it that way, though,"_ Dillon crossed her arms, “No, actually. He’s actually a much better partner than you.”
Titan scoffed at this, “Yeah, right,” he said, clearly not believing her. “I hear he ignores most of his minions.”
“He certainly doesn't ignore me, in fact,” she said. _“Although, I’m sure he’d like to…”_ she thought.
“We’re getting along just fine, thank you very much,” she said and turned to leave, ready to be done with this conversation, but she was stopped by what Titan said.
"You're going to lose," he said.
"How would you know that?" Dillon said back, already wanting to prove him wrong.
"Everyone knows what kind of guy Abaddon is. He doesn't play well with others, kind of an asshole too," Titan said, lounging comfortably in the chair, as if he hadn't a care in the world. "And Steelia," Titan chuckled, "where to even begin with her."
"Volatile," Lilith chimed in. "Graceless, rageful."
"Not that smart either."
"And I hear she hasn't been getting stronger," Lilith said, eyeing Titan, who looked mildly surprised.
"Oh, really? My, my," Titan said, as he looked over to Dillon to gauge her reaction.
Dillon attempted to hide her surprise. In this game, the less the enemy knew, the better, otherwise they can exploit your weaknesses. But Lydia's lack of progression in getting stronger could pose a problem, Dillon worried. They needed to be at their very best, and if what Lilith said was true. Well, Lydia's best might not be enough.
###Adrian and Lydia
Adrian smiled, unsure how to respond during such a endearing and tender moment. It took him a minute to actually understand what she was saying and meant. For a moment he had to wonder if what Lydia said was work of the alcohol, because it was very unlike her to speak this way. There were very few women with whom he shared a mutual vulnerability with. Not even his mother, who he had not met, or his sister who refused to speak to him.
"W-we, uh," he stuttered awkwardly, unsure how to proceed in the conversation. "Dillon decided to ally us with Khione and Vulcan," he said, attempting to fill in the awkward pause in conversation with something, anything to rid them of the silence.
Adrian immediately felt guilty, _"You idiot,"_ he thought. _"Why would you say that?"_
Adrian chuckled as he intentionally placed himself against the railing alongside Lydia, a mere few inches away from her. He could feel the heavy bass of the music in the metal railing.
“Oh, really?” he said, looking out into the dense forest next to Benjamin’s mansion. “You could’ve fooled me. Here I thought you didn’t like me. You certainly wouldn’t be the first. I seem to have enemies all over this school. I certainly don’t need anymore.”
“Oh, really?” he said, looking out into the dense forest next to Benjamin’s mansion. “You could’ve fooled me. Here I thought you didn’t like me. You certainly wouldn’t be the first. I seem to have enemies all over this school. I certainly don’t need anymore.”
Adrian and Lydia
Just then the other supes around them broke out into hushed whispers as Lydia confirmed the startling rumor circling them both.
But at the time, Adrian was too preoccupied with looking at Lydia and he began to realize how distraught she was at this. Any sarcastic quips he had planned faded away from his memory and he grew serious, actually considering what she was saying, "No, we're not weird,” he said matter-of-factly. “As much as supes like to distinguish themselves from humans, their thinking is damn near the same. Which means they have the same silly notions that humans do. There’s nothing wrong with being close to one another, Lydia. Did I not make you feel better after what happened with Omnitrace?”
Adrian looked down at where she had grabbed him, and he felt a sudden yearning for her touch again. While he spoke of emotional closeness, he suddenly remembered what it was like to be physically close to her as well, and a hunger to be close to her again began to eat away at him. Adrian felt an uneasy tightness in his stomach, ”Am I going to be sick?” he thought. He then remembered what humans called this feeling, "Butterflies."
Dillon, Titan and Lilith
Dillon continued walking through the halls of Benjamin’s mansion. The rhythmic boom of the music that reverberated throughout the mansion shook the walls and floor the closer she got to the main hall. Looking through the door she spotted supes dancing on the dance floor and even the ceiling.
Passing the main hall, Dillon walked deeper into the mansion and away from the pounding music until it was a very subtle vibration throughout the walls and floor. She walked into a white and lavish living room where a loveseat faced a rectangular table and on either side of the table was a single seat sofa. On the loveseat sat Titan, who had a drink in one hand and his other rapped around Lilith who sat in his lap. Dillon shuddered at the sight of Lilith again. Despite looking quite attractive with the aide of makeup, Lilith's demonic face had been burned into Dillon's mental image of her.
The couple laughed loudly at something. The two were clearly enjoying the other’s company as they smiled brightly at the other. They suddenly stopped as Dillon walked in, both Lilith and Titan looking up.
Dillon froze as their eyes made contact. She could practically feel the heat from the gaze and the hatred the two showed for her. To them, she was the link to a common enemy who had humiliated and bested them in the ring in front of hundreds of spectators.
“Well,” she said, “this is awkward.”
Just then the other supes around them broke out into hushed whispers as Lydia confirmed the startling rumor circling them both.
But at the time, Adrian was too preoccupied with looking at Lydia and he began to realize how distraught she was at this. Any sarcastic quips he had planned faded away from his memory and he grew serious, actually considering what she was saying, "No, we're not weird,” he said matter-of-factly. “As much as supes like to distinguish themselves from humans, their thinking is damn near the same. Which means they have the same silly notions that humans do. There’s nothing wrong with being close to one another, Lydia. Did I not make you feel better after what happened with Omnitrace?”
Adrian looked down at where she had grabbed him, and he felt a sudden yearning for her touch again. While he spoke of emotional closeness, he suddenly remembered what it was like to be physically close to her as well, and a hunger to be close to her again began to eat away at him. Adrian felt an uneasy tightness in his stomach, ”Am I going to be sick?” he thought. He then remembered what humans called this feeling, "Butterflies."
Dillon, Titan and Lilith
Dillon continued walking through the halls of Benjamin’s mansion. The rhythmic boom of the music that reverberated throughout the mansion shook the walls and floor the closer she got to the main hall. Looking through the door she spotted supes dancing on the dance floor and even the ceiling.
Passing the main hall, Dillon walked deeper into the mansion and away from the pounding music until it was a very subtle vibration throughout the walls and floor. She walked into a white and lavish living room where a loveseat faced a rectangular table and on either side of the table was a single seat sofa. On the loveseat sat Titan, who had a drink in one hand and his other rapped around Lilith who sat in his lap. Dillon shuddered at the sight of Lilith again. Despite looking quite attractive with the aide of makeup, Lilith's demonic face had been burned into Dillon's mental image of her.
The couple laughed loudly at something. The two were clearly enjoying the other’s company as they smiled brightly at the other. They suddenly stopped as Dillon walked in, both Lilith and Titan looking up.
Dillon froze as their eyes made contact. She could practically feel the heat from the gaze and the hatred the two showed for her. To them, she was the link to a common enemy who had humiliated and bested them in the ring in front of hundreds of spectators.
“Well,” she said, “this is awkward.”
“Adrian,” Adrian heard before turning his head to see Lydia quickly approaching. He reflexively took a step back, and somewhat frantically searched his mind for any and everything he potentially did to piss her off. But instead of delivering a punch to the face, she snagged him by the wrist, ”The hell is with everyone grabbing and pulling me today?” he thought.
“Hey! Do you think our relationship is unnatural?”
Adrian quirked an eyebrow at this, and briefly noticed that they had drawn the attention of other guests.
Taking a step back Dillon turned a shade of red upon Lydia deciding to point out the huge elephant in the room. “I’ll let you two hash this one out,” she said, as she slowly turned away from Adrian, Lydia and the growing number of supes training their eyes on them and made way for the villain and minion area of the mansion.
Adrian turned his attention back to Lydia, his eyes darting back and forth from her face to the supes watching them. “I’ve heard of weirder relationships,” he said, mildly bothered by the lingering eyes and ever present ears. “But are you sure you want to talk about this here?” he said, motioning his head to prying ears.
“Hey! Do you think our relationship is unnatural?”
Adrian quirked an eyebrow at this, and briefly noticed that they had drawn the attention of other guests.
Taking a step back Dillon turned a shade of red upon Lydia deciding to point out the huge elephant in the room. “I’ll let you two hash this one out,” she said, as she slowly turned away from Adrian, Lydia and the growing number of supes training their eyes on them and made way for the villain and minion area of the mansion.
Adrian turned his attention back to Lydia, his eyes darting back and forth from her face to the supes watching them. “I’ve heard of weirder relationships,” he said, mildly bothered by the lingering eyes and ever present ears. “But are you sure you want to talk about this here?” he said, motioning his head to prying ears.
Adrian smirked at this before thinking telepathically to her, ”Interesting how you’re so confident in how my powers work when it’s only recently you’ve known of their existence.”
Dillon reflexively began to smile back at him, ”You’re not the first telepath to be enrolled at S.U.P.E.S. And the ones to graduate have had their powers recorded in the school’s library. Unsurprisingly, supes’ powers vary in type and power, but the more common ones work similarly, as detailed in one of the books in the library.”
Adrian’s smirk broadened into an almost affectionate smile, and an appreciation for Dillon’s cold, calculated and well-prepared mannerisms began to take root. However, a realization occurred to Adrian, causing his smile to fade away, lips tighten and his green stare to bear more intensely on her, ”Who was the Super with telepathy?
Dillon’s smile stayed on her face, ”Malik Sumner. Your father, I presume.” She stared at Adrian, attempting to gauge his reaction, but his facial features remained unchanged, much to her frustration.
Adrian took a step back, “And you said this is in the library?”
“Yeah,” she thought to him with narrowed eyes. She felt as though there was something she was missing. Adrian’s curiosity seemed genuine, but he also seemed reluctant to ask. “Funny how few people know that, not that it’d help much. I found another name. Much, much further back. Like, during the very start of S.U.P.E.S.”
Adrian’s ears perked up at this, “Who?”
“Daimon Sumner.”
“Who the fuck is that?”
Dillon quirked an eyebrow, surprised at his reaction and attempting to decipher whether or not he was playing dumb. Dillon shrugged. “You tell me. His powers also included telepathy and telekinesis. Kind of looked like you to boot, but he actually seemed to smile more, she said playfully.
“Ahem,” Khione cleared her throat impatiently, snapping Adrian and Dillon’s attention back to her, “As interesting as staring at the other supes is, I’d like to know what your answer is. Are we working together or not?”
Adrian opened his mouth to decline, but was quickly cut off by Dillon who gave a final, “Yes, we are.”
She turned away from Adrian who stared daggers at the back of her head. She could practically feel the heat from his stare on the back of her head as she walked back over to Khione.
Khione fist pumped into the air at this, “Yes!”
Dillon smiled as Adrian rolled his eyes behind her. “You should probably go tell Vulcan about our arrangement.”
“Will do!” Khione said happily, as she skipped away.
Dillon reflexively began to smile back at him, ”You’re not the first telepath to be enrolled at S.U.P.E.S. And the ones to graduate have had their powers recorded in the school’s library. Unsurprisingly, supes’ powers vary in type and power, but the more common ones work similarly, as detailed in one of the books in the library.”
Adrian’s smirk broadened into an almost affectionate smile, and an appreciation for Dillon’s cold, calculated and well-prepared mannerisms began to take root. However, a realization occurred to Adrian, causing his smile to fade away, lips tighten and his green stare to bear more intensely on her, ”Who was the Super with telepathy?
Dillon’s smile stayed on her face, ”Malik Sumner. Your father, I presume.” She stared at Adrian, attempting to gauge his reaction, but his facial features remained unchanged, much to her frustration.
Adrian took a step back, “And you said this is in the library?”
“Yeah,” she thought to him with narrowed eyes. She felt as though there was something she was missing. Adrian’s curiosity seemed genuine, but he also seemed reluctant to ask. “Funny how few people know that, not that it’d help much. I found another name. Much, much further back. Like, during the very start of S.U.P.E.S.”
Adrian’s ears perked up at this, “Who?”
“Daimon Sumner.”
“Who the fuck is that?”
Dillon quirked an eyebrow, surprised at his reaction and attempting to decipher whether or not he was playing dumb. Dillon shrugged. “You tell me. His powers also included telepathy and telekinesis. Kind of looked like you to boot, but he actually seemed to smile more, she said playfully.
“Ahem,” Khione cleared her throat impatiently, snapping Adrian and Dillon’s attention back to her, “As interesting as staring at the other supes is, I’d like to know what your answer is. Are we working together or not?”
Adrian opened his mouth to decline, but was quickly cut off by Dillon who gave a final, “Yes, we are.”
She turned away from Adrian who stared daggers at the back of her head. She could practically feel the heat from his stare on the back of her head as she walked back over to Khione.
Khione fist pumped into the air at this, “Yes!”
Dillon smiled as Adrian rolled his eyes behind her. “You should probably go tell Vulcan about our arrangement.”
“Will do!” Khione said happily, as she skipped away.
"And why," Dillon said, as she approached both Adrian and Khione with an inquisitive expression, "Would you want his attention?"
Khione turned to find a girl not much taller than herself. She had long, flowing red hair and bright blue eyes. She wore tattered blue jeans that bore plenty of oil and grime smudges and stains and a red tank-top that matched her jeans in condition. Her fingernails were painted red, but underneath her fingernails was the faint sight of dried oil. Despite only standing at 5’4 she stood proud with her shoulders back and head up.
Taking a step back, Khione looked Dillon up and down, "Who the hell is the human?"
"You might know her by Metallica," said Adrian.
Khione's eyes widened, “You're Metallica? I expected you to be..."
"A man?" Dillon asked rhetorically.
"Taller, actually," she retorted. "You always look so much bigger in that metal armor.”
“Answer the question.”
“She wants to form an alliance for the Exit Exam,” Adrian interjected, “And I told her I didn’t need any help.”
Dillon’s eyes narrowed at Adrian before she walked toward him and forcefully grabbed him by the arm, dragging him away from Khione. Khione stood there, puzzled and clearly unsure as to what to do, so she patiently waited for Dillon and Adrian to return.
“Are you crazy?” she said, hushed, as she looked at him as if he couldn’t tell her what the answer to two plus two was. “Soon we will be stepping into a ring where we will be facing off against fourteen other supes who are, in recent memory, the most consecutively powerful from Freshman to Senior this school has seen in a while. We really need allies right now.”
“You need allies.”
Dillon sighed in exasperation, as she face-palmed herself, “This lone wolf thing you’ve got going is getting really old.”
“And yet you keep trying.”
“I don’t see how someone so intelligent could be so devoid of logical thought,” she said, her squeaky voice slowly rising in volume at her clear frustration and anger.
Adrian stood there, calm and cool as he allowed her insult to slide off him. “Well, logically,” he began quietly, as he edged intimidatingly closer to her face, but she stood her ground. “In past Exit Exams, Supes have been known to betray one another at the first chance, especially freshmen,” he said as his eyes quickly flicked from Khione and back to Dillon’s face. “Do you really want to trust her?”
“Telepathically link with me,” she ordered him, crossing her arms.
Adrian looked taken aback by this, but was interested and complied. His emerald eyes widened slightly and took on a green glow as his met with her blue.
Khione looked over to Dillon and Adrian after briefly being distracted by the many Supes she saw as rock stars who fought in the ring, but now stood before her mingling with other people and casually milling about. She looked at the pair and quickly grew confused. Dillon and Adrian, from her perspective, were seemingly locked in a staring contest, but both blinked casually and stood firmly “The fuck,” she said under her breath.
“No, I don’t want to trust her,” she thought to him, confident in how Adrian’s powers worked and how to communicate telepathically, despite only finding out about them recently. Her voice resounded in his head loudly, strong and unintimidated by his intense stare and towering posture. “But we need to find out what Khione and Vulcans’ weaknesses are, make an attack plan for it, and when they’re of no more use to us, we get rid of them.”
Adrian took a step back, suddenly surprised by the cold and calculating girl that now stood before him. “My, my,” he thought back to her, slightly amused by the thought of the girl he thought he had all figured out proving him wrong. “The nice girl façade is slowly trickling away now, isn’t it?”
“You don’t know me as well as you think you do, Adrian. You don’t think I earned the number one senior minion spot because of how nice I was, do you?”
Khione turned to find a girl not much taller than herself. She had long, flowing red hair and bright blue eyes. She wore tattered blue jeans that bore plenty of oil and grime smudges and stains and a red tank-top that matched her jeans in condition. Her fingernails were painted red, but underneath her fingernails was the faint sight of dried oil. Despite only standing at 5’4 she stood proud with her shoulders back and head up.
Taking a step back, Khione looked Dillon up and down, "Who the hell is the human?"
"You might know her by Metallica," said Adrian.
Khione's eyes widened, “You're Metallica? I expected you to be..."
"A man?" Dillon asked rhetorically.
"Taller, actually," she retorted. "You always look so much bigger in that metal armor.”
“Answer the question.”
“She wants to form an alliance for the Exit Exam,” Adrian interjected, “And I told her I didn’t need any help.”
Dillon’s eyes narrowed at Adrian before she walked toward him and forcefully grabbed him by the arm, dragging him away from Khione. Khione stood there, puzzled and clearly unsure as to what to do, so she patiently waited for Dillon and Adrian to return.
“Are you crazy?” she said, hushed, as she looked at him as if he couldn’t tell her what the answer to two plus two was. “Soon we will be stepping into a ring where we will be facing off against fourteen other supes who are, in recent memory, the most consecutively powerful from Freshman to Senior this school has seen in a while. We really need allies right now.”
“You need allies.”
Dillon sighed in exasperation, as she face-palmed herself, “This lone wolf thing you’ve got going is getting really old.”
“And yet you keep trying.”
“I don’t see how someone so intelligent could be so devoid of logical thought,” she said, her squeaky voice slowly rising in volume at her clear frustration and anger.
Adrian stood there, calm and cool as he allowed her insult to slide off him. “Well, logically,” he began quietly, as he edged intimidatingly closer to her face, but she stood her ground. “In past Exit Exams, Supes have been known to betray one another at the first chance, especially freshmen,” he said as his eyes quickly flicked from Khione and back to Dillon’s face. “Do you really want to trust her?”
“Telepathically link with me,” she ordered him, crossing her arms.
Adrian looked taken aback by this, but was interested and complied. His emerald eyes widened slightly and took on a green glow as his met with her blue.
Khione looked over to Dillon and Adrian after briefly being distracted by the many Supes she saw as rock stars who fought in the ring, but now stood before her mingling with other people and casually milling about. She looked at the pair and quickly grew confused. Dillon and Adrian, from her perspective, were seemingly locked in a staring contest, but both blinked casually and stood firmly “The fuck,” she said under her breath.
“No, I don’t want to trust her,” she thought to him, confident in how Adrian’s powers worked and how to communicate telepathically, despite only finding out about them recently. Her voice resounded in his head loudly, strong and unintimidated by his intense stare and towering posture. “But we need to find out what Khione and Vulcans’ weaknesses are, make an attack plan for it, and when they’re of no more use to us, we get rid of them.”
Adrian took a step back, suddenly surprised by the cold and calculating girl that now stood before him. “My, my,” he thought back to her, slightly amused by the thought of the girl he thought he had all figured out proving him wrong. “The nice girl façade is slowly trickling away now, isn’t it?”
“You don’t know me as well as you think you do, Adrian. You don’t think I earned the number one senior minion spot because of how nice I was, do you?”
On the tile flooring that led to the infinity pool outside the mansion, one of Adrian’s sigil glowed a blindingly bright green. Just then a flash of light consumed the small area outside, and as it slowly faded it revealed Adrian who in a new change of clothes, which consisted of a bright yellow shirt and shorts. The mansion was now filled with supes. Villains, heroes, sidekicks, and minions laughed and danced with their respective allies. They held cigarettes and drinks in their hands, as the rhythm of the music boomed all around them.
”I bet he thought this would be funny,” thought Adrian, as he walked toward the steps leading to his room where he changed his clothes.
A few moments passed before Adrian descended the steps again and joined the party, which was now in full swing. Supers participated in keg stands where they were held upside down by a junior with super strength, and the alcohol was fueled by another super who conjured an infinite amount of alcohol. Supes dove into Benjamin’s infinity pool, and goaded their friends to join them and do the same.
A moment passed before Adrian felt a sudden chill run down his spine. It was as if the room’s temperature dramatically dropped in a matter of seconds. With each passing moment it only grew colder, and it felt like Adrian was atop the mountain again. Until suddenly it was as if the source of the cold was standing directly behind him. He looked over the black dress shirt covering his shoulder to find her piercing, icy blue eyes staring directly back at him. Around her eyes she wore dark eyeliner, and above that she wore dark blue eye shadow, all accentuating her eyes against her extremely pale skin.
“Khione,” Adrian said, his breath leaving his mouth, as his emerald green eyes met her blue.
“Abaddon,” she spoke, her breath visibly left her mouth as she spoke, as she crossed her arms across her white and blue dress. “Enjoy the show I put on today?”
“What do you want?” he asked impatiently and turned around to face her.
“You really are as unfriendly as the others say,” she remarked with a grin, as the cracks upon her lips webbed even further, and she stepped closer to him. Adrian could feel himself growing even colder every time she inched forward.
“I prefer to just get to the point,” he said before taking a step back.
“Fine then,” she said. “I think you, I, Vulcan, and Metallica should be allies in the upcoming exit exam.”
“I neither want nor need you as an ally.”
“I know I’m a freshman, but my understanding of the exit exam is that everyone needs allies.”
“But you misunderstand me. I don’t.”
“No, you misunderstand me. I do.” Adrian turned to walk away, but Khione reached out and grabbed his arm, “No, wait!” she said and her hand was like ice against his skin. He jerked away, jumping at the sudden shiver she sent up his arm as he grimaced at the unpleasant cold. She gasped and quickly let go of his arm, realizing what she had been doing.
“S-sorry,” she said, as she gripped one hand with the other. “I’m not in full control of my powers just yet.”
Adrian slowly felt the cold recede from the room and return to a warm temperature. He returned his attention to Khione, as color in her face was slowly returning. Her pale body was slowly filling with color, transforming from an almost sickly pale to a light skin color, and her white cheeks noticeably blushed with both embarrassment and warmth. Her blue eyes seemed to shine slightly brighter now, as if her eyes had absorbed all the cold.
“I can’t feel cold, so I wouldn’t notice if my powers were slowly seeping out.”
“You seemed to control your powers pretty well against Miasma.”
“There wasn’t much controlling to really be done there, honestly. I just… let it go.”
“You beat him pretty good.”
“So you were impressed?” she said with a small smile.
“Is that what you were trying to do? Impress me? Get me to like it?”
“Well, you certainly impressed – and terrified – everyone else by torturing Lilith in a live match, and skewing Titan through the chest on the same day.”
“And you pretty much did the same,” he said, putting the pieces together. “Do I have an admirer?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
Khione rolled her eyes, "Don't get cocky," she said with a grin. "You're intelligent, manipulative, ruthlessly efficient, and your powers are so ambiguous it's hard to tell what you'll do next in a fight. I may be a freshman, but I know a strong contender when I see one. I did what I had to to get your attention and prove myself. And apparently it worked," she said, smug and confident.
”I bet he thought this would be funny,” thought Adrian, as he walked toward the steps leading to his room where he changed his clothes.
A few moments passed before Adrian descended the steps again and joined the party, which was now in full swing. Supers participated in keg stands where they were held upside down by a junior with super strength, and the alcohol was fueled by another super who conjured an infinite amount of alcohol. Supes dove into Benjamin’s infinity pool, and goaded their friends to join them and do the same.
A moment passed before Adrian felt a sudden chill run down his spine. It was as if the room’s temperature dramatically dropped in a matter of seconds. With each passing moment it only grew colder, and it felt like Adrian was atop the mountain again. Until suddenly it was as if the source of the cold was standing directly behind him. He looked over the black dress shirt covering his shoulder to find her piercing, icy blue eyes staring directly back at him. Around her eyes she wore dark eyeliner, and above that she wore dark blue eye shadow, all accentuating her eyes against her extremely pale skin.
“Khione,” Adrian said, his breath leaving his mouth, as his emerald green eyes met her blue.
“Abaddon,” she spoke, her breath visibly left her mouth as she spoke, as she crossed her arms across her white and blue dress. “Enjoy the show I put on today?”
“What do you want?” he asked impatiently and turned around to face her.
“You really are as unfriendly as the others say,” she remarked with a grin, as the cracks upon her lips webbed even further, and she stepped closer to him. Adrian could feel himself growing even colder every time she inched forward.
“I prefer to just get to the point,” he said before taking a step back.
“Fine then,” she said. “I think you, I, Vulcan, and Metallica should be allies in the upcoming exit exam.”
“I neither want nor need you as an ally.”
“I know I’m a freshman, but my understanding of the exit exam is that everyone needs allies.”
“But you misunderstand me. I don’t.”
“No, you misunderstand me. I do.” Adrian turned to walk away, but Khione reached out and grabbed his arm, “No, wait!” she said and her hand was like ice against his skin. He jerked away, jumping at the sudden shiver she sent up his arm as he grimaced at the unpleasant cold. She gasped and quickly let go of his arm, realizing what she had been doing.
“S-sorry,” she said, as she gripped one hand with the other. “I’m not in full control of my powers just yet.”
Adrian slowly felt the cold recede from the room and return to a warm temperature. He returned his attention to Khione, as color in her face was slowly returning. Her pale body was slowly filling with color, transforming from an almost sickly pale to a light skin color, and her white cheeks noticeably blushed with both embarrassment and warmth. Her blue eyes seemed to shine slightly brighter now, as if her eyes had absorbed all the cold.
“I can’t feel cold, so I wouldn’t notice if my powers were slowly seeping out.”
“You seemed to control your powers pretty well against Miasma.”
“There wasn’t much controlling to really be done there, honestly. I just… let it go.”
“You beat him pretty good.”
“So you were impressed?” she said with a small smile.
“Is that what you were trying to do? Impress me? Get me to like it?”
“Well, you certainly impressed – and terrified – everyone else by torturing Lilith in a live match, and skewing Titan through the chest on the same day.”
“And you pretty much did the same,” he said, putting the pieces together. “Do I have an admirer?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
Khione rolled her eyes, "Don't get cocky," she said with a grin. "You're intelligent, manipulative, ruthlessly efficient, and your powers are so ambiguous it's hard to tell what you'll do next in a fight. I may be a freshman, but I know a strong contender when I see one. I did what I had to to get your attention and prove myself. And apparently it worked," she said, smug and confident.
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Dozens of waiters and waitresses dressed in tuxedos hurriedly zoomed past Benjamin, Dillon and Josh, as they balanced wide metal trays on the palms of their hands filled with delectable snacks and drinks. They began stationing themselves in front of pillars and the walls of the mansion, leaving room for the guests to move in and out of the rooms. The lights in the main foyer dimmed, and strobe lights on the ceiling spun, causing red, blue and yellow lights to rapidly dance about the room. The DJ stood at his booth, and the scratching of music could be heard from the loud speakers hanging from the walls.
"Adrian?" Benjamin asked, momentarily being pulled away from his standoff with Dillon, as he looked at Josh inquisitively, "Why would you have to deal with Adrian? I'd expect he'd help you."
"You don't know?" asked Dillon. "Adrian seems kind of... protective of her."
"Really?" said a surprised Benjamin who looked taken aback by this news. "That's... odd for a villain."
"That's what I said. Their relationship is a bit friendlier than most have with their rivals."
“How close are they, mate?” asked Benjamin, as he shifted his eyes over from Dillon to Josh. "And how long have their rankings matched up? Surely not for four years straight."
"Adrian?" Benjamin asked, momentarily being pulled away from his standoff with Dillon, as he looked at Josh inquisitively, "Why would you have to deal with Adrian? I'd expect he'd help you."
"You don't know?" asked Dillon. "Adrian seems kind of... protective of her."
"Really?" said a surprised Benjamin who looked taken aback by this news. "That's... odd for a villain."
"That's what I said. Their relationship is a bit friendlier than most have with their rivals."
“How close are they, mate?” asked Benjamin, as he shifted his eyes over from Dillon to Josh. "And how long have their rankings matched up? Surely not for four years straight."
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