Letter Bee

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Pablo himself would halt, instictively sensing that something was wrong.

"I...King...Bets...I'm sorry," he began to babble, every attempt at finishing his words ending incoherently. After a few tries that ended up in incoherent babbling such as:

"Blame...Metal...Dispute..." Pablo froze up, waiting for someone else to deal with this social situation better than he did.

Then, when Gloria arrived, Pablo would sigh...he had embarrassed himself in front of a hot girl. Or rather, he would sigh if he were not babbling.

But, still, he'd gotten slightly more than he lost this day.

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"Well," said Pablo, "King got accused of cheating in cards while the teacher was away, and so I asked him to give back his winnings; in exchange, I'd fight with him with 200 dollars as the prize. We did so, I lost - though it was close, and now the dispute is resolved."

"As to why there was a dispute in the first place, well, there was a delay with the start of class, and the students, including me, went a little out of control. So, I went to the faculty room in order to see what happened, and was told that the teacher would be there, but when I came back, there was about to be a commotion involving King."

"Either way, sir, I apologize if my attempt at resolving the conflict was bad. I take all the blame." Pablo looked up at the instructor openly, trying to see if his attempt at taking the blame worked.

Inside, however, he was still exhilirated from the outcome of the fight with King, yes, he lost, but he still couldn't forget the feeling of cold metal all over his bare skin. He was willing to face punishment just for that.

@TheHangedMan

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"Yeah..." Pablo was ashamed of himself. "Guess I spend my time in books too much."

Pablo began walking to the ATM.

@Altasaire

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((Collab Post between TheUnknowable, Ceta de Cloyes, and Letter Bee))

@ the diner:

"Cool," said Derrin, glad that she had backed off. Talking about super powers made him nervous enough, but talking to a hot chick, especially one that was into you, was even worse. "No wonder you beat him so easily. He couldn't really effect you."

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@ the convention:

"I didn't know you could get powers like that, but, now that I think about it, there's no reason you couldn't. At lease we have an Emma Frost, even if we don't have a Professor. Maybe we can form our own Xmen without one."

"Yeah," said Alexander. "Either way, we're going to need money, connections, and hideouts. We also need popular support; without that, we are nothing. Oh, and an encrypted website that's public, but unhackable." A smile.

"We're going to have fun working together."

"Sounds like I need to do some studying, then. I'm decent with tech, so I'll start looking stuff up when I get the chance. Besides, I can still get powers if I need them enough, so I bet if I study enough I'll get that level in Supergenious I was talking about."

Alexander blinked.

"You can? How? I thought once the infection has passed..."

Kyle pulled out his cell phone and brought up a youtube video about the virus. "I've seen a few videos, including this one, that suggest that not everyone loses the ability to get new powers when their symptoms go away. They call them "Carriers", and the carriers can infect other people. I checked on the FDA website, and it looks like they think that's a possibility. If that's the case, the guy that broke out of qurantene at the space center is probably on too, and he's still on the loose."

"So," spoke Alex, "another villain to fight, if he is a villain."

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Pablo took out his gold credit card, saying:

"This, when put in an ATM, ought to have the required money. The school does have an ATM, right?" Pablo was telling the truth.

His face had a wide grin on it, before the boy remembered what he knew of Takumi's powers. Something about sensing and communicating?

"Oh," he continued, "let's just say that King's powers had...interesting applications." The promise not to talk with King about this stuff for a while applied, and applies, only to King.

@Altasaire

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Want me to skip to when we meet up?

@TheUnknowable

All right; can we also talk you-know where?

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@banjoanjo, Thanks!

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((Collab Post between Letter Bee, Altasaire, and Keksalot, with Altasaire mostly observing and maybe providing some context))

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Retcon Notice: With HangedMan's agreement, the fight between Pablo and King has been Retconned to this:

Pablo tries throwing seeds that grow into custom-shaped trees at the guy's demisphere, only to find that it's a failure.
Then, he grows a blanket of cotton from a cotton plant to restrict the movements of King's Siege Tower.
After that, should King reveal himself, he's going to throw one of his vine seeds at King, only to fail again.
Then, he's going for broke, and creates a giant shower of flower petals to block King's vision, to rush at him with his fists.
And snag him with another cotton seed.

And it ends like this:

Pablo creates another cotton mesh filling and enclosing the breathing hole, hoping that the hole now cannot be closed because it's now occupied, then seriously thinks of yielding.He would then say:

"Yeah, I'm alive!" in a slightly exhilarated tone.

"That's a good thing, right?!" King responded.

"Also, I'll yield if you let me hire you to do this to me regularly." The words were out of Pablo's mouth before he can think.

There are some long moments of silence, disturbed only by Steve Harwell's jolly singing, which also settles down when King turns the music off.

"What?" King was disbelieving.

"You know, encase my body in metal, through my clothes," Pablo's voice lowers to a whisper so that few people would hear.

There was a brief period of coughing, as if someone began choking on a chewing gum and then another question.

"What?"

Pablo's whisper got lower.

"I like what you're doing to me, and am willing to hire you to do it again," the 16-year old said through his light-mesh. "I don't want to spell it out, for obvious reasons."

"That's na-a-a-a-asty, damn! And you almost killed me! No!...Yes. Maybe. Dunno. Uh."King, seemingly, was quite awkard around the subject.

Pablo took another deep breath.

"Look, I'll set a price; 2 American cents a minute of encasement."

"WE can, uh, discuss it. Later," King was creeped out.

"All right," said Pablo, his libido getting the best of him. "I'll yield; you deserve the 200 dollars anyway." This was not heroic. It was not intended to be heroic. Pablo had side priorities now, somewhat skewed ones. That said, though, no one heard.

"I'll uh, give you fifty so we won't talk about THAT for some time." King bargained.

"Aww..." said Pablo. "Fine, but only because I aim to please." Yet another 'good' trait of his'.

"Yeah..." When the tower disappeared as suddenly as it sprung into being and Pablo was once again free to move and look around, King spoke very slowly while staring into distance with a thousand yard stare. He was visibly tired and sweating profusely, one hand rubbing the place on his face where Pablo's fist landed not so long ago, with very surprising strength. "Yeah, you do..."

"Thanks," said Pablo. He then turned to Takumi, saying:

"That was a fun battle, Isamaru-san! I acknowledge defeat to King!"

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"Of course I'll call," spoke Pablo. He'd made a good sum from working as an EMT; his Noble Arm allowed him to heal most physical injuries, at the cost of hope, which was easily replenishable from glad relatives and former patients. He had the money. Besides, I'll win anyway, he thought, not stating this aloud to prevent himself from posturing. A smile.

"I'll go to the Sparring Arena now; I'm actually eager for this."

@Keksalot@Progenitus@TheHangedMan@Altasaire

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Pablo, disregarding the person who shoved him, went over to King's position, and looked around. First up, King was obviously lying, because the state of inflation meant that half a hundred was not a high sum. Heck, even half a thousand was not a high sum in the Philippines. But, despite said lie, King was not really a malicious person, and so he was going to protect the guy. Having positioned himself beside Gloria, the boy spoke, first to King:

"One US Dollar is 44 Philippine Pesos. You mean to tell me that you, the Great King, only had slightly more than half a dollar in twenty minutes of cheating?" The boy then sighed. "Or, more likely, you were referring to having half a hundered dollars, a large sum." Another sigh, he didn't want King to hate him.

Facing the angry group of students, he then said:

"Tell King what you bet, and he'll give you back the full amount. Then, I'll play with King and stake a hundred US dollars." A smirk. "However, I'm not playing cards."

"Instead, I'll be challenging him to a battle in the sparring room. Is that all a good compromise?"

@Keksalot@Progenitus@TheHangedMan