Nicholas Raynor
As the lights went out, Nicholas quickly grabbed a hold of a nearby piece of furniture with his left hand, though, it wasn't out of just fear. He didn't want to stub his toe on something, so having his hand on a piece of furniture allowed him to have some level of understanding of where items were in this darkness. Then a thought occurred to him. He could repel this darkness. He did have the means, after all, and he had given his body at least a little time to rest. So he might as well put himself to use. Quickly, a white flame of white color took hold over his right hand, the energy from it seeping into his arm quickly and beginning to mend his arm little by little, bones regenerating and adjusting themselves to their proper positioning. It wouldn't take long before it was completely healed. But that wasn't the point. This very same flame illuminated the area in a white light, making sure that at least a part of the room was clearly lit up around him, as he slowly lifted up his arm to get a better vantage point. "...There. Now I can actually see where I'm stepping."
His eyes quickly dashed towards Red and his hands. Hrm...he wasn't exactly sure what that was about, but something about it seemed strange, off to him. Perhaps another ability? He wasn't even sure, but he wasn't going to speculate on that too much longer. He looked at Deborah, slowly nodding. "That sounds like a smart enough idea. No sense waiting around. Maybe we should try to find out what knocked out the power?" He asked, moving to readjust his backpack so that he was ready to get going the moment they got going. After all, he didn't want to get left behind.
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Deborah Termellio, & Nicholas Raynor
After a short time of wandering through the rain towards none other the Student Dorms, Nicholas used his one working arm to open the door to the building's entrance, before closing it behind him, making sure to avoid hitting his arm on it. The pain seemed to be slowly returning from his own injury, and at this rate, he needed to find a way to focus and relax his mind. During this time, he would usually resort to what was one of his favorite activities. Unfortunately, he knew the system of this school involved some form of roommate system. And that scared him. He couldn't allow himself to be caught reading by just -anyone- who walked through the door. So he resigned to himself -not- to read in his room...at least, not obviously. No, for now, he would have to find another option.
Quickly, he proceeded towards the Student Lounge. Yes, it would be occupied by several students. Yes, he could be caught, but thats if he didn't play his cards right. The nice thing about having a great deal of conversing around you meant that you were virtually invisible more-so than not when in a large crowd. And that was exactly what he was hoping for. As he walked along the hallway, he used his functioning hand to move his wet bangs out from in front of his eyes, before walking into the Student Lounge. He observed the situation closely, and took note of a few people he recognized...specifically, what seemed like both Deborah and Shannon. Strange that those two were friends, despite what seemed to be conflicting opinions. Either way, they seemed to be grouping together and away from a mass majority, which meant if people turned to look in that direction, they would focus on their group...perfect.
With that, he slowly wandered toward their side of the room, peering down at one of the larger tables on the side. Watching their movements and making sure he wasn't within their vision, he quickly slipped underneath it, before slipping his backpack off. Quickly, he unzipped a smaller pouch, but near the center region of the backpack, pulling out a brown and black bible that had his name titled on the bottom of its front page, having been embedded in rainbow colors that seemed to have been done by an expert, rather than just someone marking it with some sort of coloring tool. Either way, he quickly opened up the book, drifting into a few of his key verses, repeating a few of them silently, as simply doing so helped him feel more at ease. He leaned back, relaxing underneath the table...
Unfortunately, he failed to realize how close one of the table legs was to his right arm. As he leaned back, the pressure of the table leg pressing against his arm, which was now completely sensitive, caused him to yelp in pain louder than usual. He widened his eyes, quickly pulling up and looking around, his lower body frozen in fear. Oh god...this couldn't be good. If someone caught him here, like this, he had no doubt they would ask why he was hiding. But with his injured arm, he couldn't really rush as quickly as he would like to...
What the hell was that sound? It made Debs jolt a bit. It sounded like someone hit their head. Fortunately Deborah's power nudged her in the right direction (Someone is under that table, likely injured). Thanks power. It didn't tell her who or what made that noise, but it was polite enough to point her in the right direction. Anyone else would have ignored it and continued, but not Deborah. Her curiousity was calling, and it was telling her to just have a quick look. Thus, Deborah put up a finger like she was telling everyone to hold on for a second, and walked over to it.
Shannon paid it absolutely no mind. It might be another sexual deviant getting off in public.... Again. She should keep these thoughts out of her head, she's eating cake after all. Good cake!
It wasn't long before Deborah was kneeling forward and poking her head underneath the table. Hopefully it's not another chronic masturbator (Last time was nas-tay)! It was hard to see under the table, but she got a clear enough view.... Nicholas Raynor. The boy she had talked to not too long ago (Under here to relax). Instead of his dick in his hand, he had a bible (He keeps his religion a secret). So Nicholas is a Bible-boy, huh? That alone didn't interest her, what DID was the fact that he felt it necessary to keep it a secret. He's a school full of the strangest and most beautiful people around. Being a Christian would be the least of it, though, she didn't fully understand him. She didn't know what he's been through, and what kind of person he was before he came here. Nor was she religious herself. However, Deborah wasn't going to blurt it out in public, she had to be subtle. She has a reputation to keep! Because as if now, she's Nick's Secret Keeper. And that was something she felt was sacred.
"Hey boy..." Deborah said with a impish grin, "Hit your head or something?" Her tactic was to bring as little attention to the Bible as possible. Because if he's going to get over this irrational fear, he needs to know it's not as bad as he thinks.
Oh dear. Oh...god help him. Someone's seen him. On the -very first day-, someone's seen him read this book. Or at least...he thought so. She didn't seem to bring attention to it. He slowly sighed, moving to set down the Bible and rub the back of his head with his functional hand. "...Well, kind of, Deborah. You see, I kind of hurt my arm during some sparring I did at the training hall, and I haven't really had that much strength to try to heal myself yet. I'm trying to give myself some time to relax and garner that strength back before overexerting myself. Anyways, I ended up hitting my arm against the table leg...and it kind of hurt." He finished, laughing a bit nervously at the end, the laugh obviously somewhat faked. He was completely fearful, underneath his smiling exterior. All too paranoid that something was going to go wrong, she would draw too much attention to him, and then...well, at some point, someone was going to pick on him, take his Bible, and rip it to shreds. And he couldn't -have- that. He -needed- it. So the best thing he could do is divert attention away from it.
The second Nicholas mentioned he had injured himself, Deborah scanned his body for any visible injuries (He is telling the truth). While her power confirmed what he was saying as correct, what she wanted to do was get a glance at his injuries, just for a second, then get more information about it. But she couldn't see anything! She was tempted to pull this child's clothes off to get a better look at it.... And that didn't sound good even in the slightest. Whatever. She had to keep this going, no matter what happened. "You picked a weird place to relax." She said with a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "But really, though, you okay, boy? Need to get to a nurse? I know someone."
Nicholas honestly considered this for a moment...before shaking his head. "Thanks, Deborah, but no thanks. I'd...rather not draw attention to myself right now, really..." He stated. He then quickly moved to grab his Bible and slip it into his backpack, zipping it up quickly before anyone else could get sight of it, before he moved to slip out from under the table, carefully grasping his entire right arm and carefully moving it away from the table as he stood up alongside it, smiling. He seemed a lot less stressed, now that his Bible was hidden away again. "Thanks for checking on me, though, I appreciate it. I can probably afford to heal myself now. Its...no real big deal, though. A few broken bones along my right arm, nothing my flame can't handle."
Well that was nice (Nick was relaxed with his bible out of sight). Deborah watched as Nick climbed from underneath the table and hopped up to his feet. "Boy, don't be hiding under tables like that." Deborah told him in an amused tone. "And I'm glad to hear that." She gave him a disarming smile, tilting her head to the side. Well, there wasn't much else to go over here. She'll have to think of something.... Oh! There's her new troupe. While he didn't get off on the right foot with Shannon, perhaps he could make nice with Poppy. In a swift motion, Deborah latched onto Nicholas's wrist. She held on tightly, probably to the point of causing him some pain, but to her; it's tough love. "You should meet my friends..." Deborah dragged him over to her group.
After a short time of wandering through the rain towards none other the Student Dorms, Nicholas used his one working arm to open the door to the building's entrance, before closing it behind him, making sure to avoid hitting his arm on it. The pain seemed to be slowly returning from his own injury, and at this rate, he needed to find a way to focus and relax his mind. During this time, he would usually resort to what was one of his favorite activities. Unfortunately, he knew the system of this school involved some form of roommate system. And that scared him. He couldn't allow himself to be caught reading by just -anyone- who walked through the door. So he resigned to himself -not- to read in his room...at least, not obviously. No, for now, he would have to find another option.
Quickly, he proceeded towards the Student Lounge. Yes, it would be occupied by several students. Yes, he could be caught, but thats if he didn't play his cards right. The nice thing about having a great deal of conversing around you meant that you were virtually invisible more-so than not when in a large crowd. And that was exactly what he was hoping for. As he walked along the hallway, he used his functioning hand to move his wet bangs out from in front of his eyes, before walking into the Student Lounge. He observed the situation closely, and took note of a few people he recognized...specifically, what seemed like both Deborah and Shannon. Strange that those two were friends, despite what seemed to be conflicting opinions. Either way, they seemed to be grouping together and away from a mass majority, which meant if people turned to look in that direction, they would focus on their group...perfect.
With that, he slowly wandered toward their side of the room, peering down at one of the larger tables on the side. Watching their movements and making sure he wasn't within their vision, he quickly slipped underneath it, before slipping his backpack off. Quickly, he unzipped a smaller pouch, but near the center region of the backpack, pulling out a brown and black bible that had his name titled on the bottom of its front page, having been embedded in rainbow colors that seemed to have been done by an expert, rather than just someone marking it with some sort of coloring tool. Either way, he quickly opened up the book, drifting into a few of his key verses, repeating a few of them silently, as simply doing so helped him feel more at ease. He leaned back, relaxing underneath the table...
Unfortunately, he failed to realize how close one of the table legs was to his right arm. As he leaned back, the pressure of the table leg pressing against his arm, which was now completely sensitive, caused him to yelp in pain louder than usual. He widened his eyes, quickly pulling up and looking around, his lower body frozen in fear. Oh god...this couldn't be good. If someone caught him here, like this, he had no doubt they would ask why he was hiding. But with his injured arm, he couldn't really rush as quickly as he would like to...
What the hell was that sound? It made Debs jolt a bit. It sounded like someone hit their head. Fortunately Deborah's power nudged her in the right direction (Someone is under that table, likely injured). Thanks power. It didn't tell her who or what made that noise, but it was polite enough to point her in the right direction. Anyone else would have ignored it and continued, but not Deborah. Her curiousity was calling, and it was telling her to just have a quick look. Thus, Deborah put up a finger like she was telling everyone to hold on for a second, and walked over to it.
Shannon paid it absolutely no mind. It might be another sexual deviant getting off in public.... Again. She should keep these thoughts out of her head, she's eating cake after all. Good cake!
It wasn't long before Deborah was kneeling forward and poking her head underneath the table. Hopefully it's not another chronic masturbator (Last time was nas-tay)! It was hard to see under the table, but she got a clear enough view.... Nicholas Raynor. The boy she had talked to not too long ago (Under here to relax). Instead of his dick in his hand, he had a bible (He keeps his religion a secret). So Nicholas is a Bible-boy, huh? That alone didn't interest her, what DID was the fact that he felt it necessary to keep it a secret. He's a school full of the strangest and most beautiful people around. Being a Christian would be the least of it, though, she didn't fully understand him. She didn't know what he's been through, and what kind of person he was before he came here. Nor was she religious herself. However, Deborah wasn't going to blurt it out in public, she had to be subtle. She has a reputation to keep! Because as if now, she's Nick's Secret Keeper. And that was something she felt was sacred.
"Hey boy..." Deborah said with a impish grin, "Hit your head or something?" Her tactic was to bring as little attention to the Bible as possible. Because if he's going to get over this irrational fear, he needs to know it's not as bad as he thinks.
Oh dear. Oh...god help him. Someone's seen him. On the -very first day-, someone's seen him read this book. Or at least...he thought so. She didn't seem to bring attention to it. He slowly sighed, moving to set down the Bible and rub the back of his head with his functional hand. "...Well, kind of, Deborah. You see, I kind of hurt my arm during some sparring I did at the training hall, and I haven't really had that much strength to try to heal myself yet. I'm trying to give myself some time to relax and garner that strength back before overexerting myself. Anyways, I ended up hitting my arm against the table leg...and it kind of hurt." He finished, laughing a bit nervously at the end, the laugh obviously somewhat faked. He was completely fearful, underneath his smiling exterior. All too paranoid that something was going to go wrong, she would draw too much attention to him, and then...well, at some point, someone was going to pick on him, take his Bible, and rip it to shreds. And he couldn't -have- that. He -needed- it. So the best thing he could do is divert attention away from it.
The second Nicholas mentioned he had injured himself, Deborah scanned his body for any visible injuries (He is telling the truth). While her power confirmed what he was saying as correct, what she wanted to do was get a glance at his injuries, just for a second, then get more information about it. But she couldn't see anything! She was tempted to pull this child's clothes off to get a better look at it.... And that didn't sound good even in the slightest. Whatever. She had to keep this going, no matter what happened. "You picked a weird place to relax." She said with a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "But really, though, you okay, boy? Need to get to a nurse? I know someone."
Nicholas honestly considered this for a moment...before shaking his head. "Thanks, Deborah, but no thanks. I'd...rather not draw attention to myself right now, really..." He stated. He then quickly moved to grab his Bible and slip it into his backpack, zipping it up quickly before anyone else could get sight of it, before he moved to slip out from under the table, carefully grasping his entire right arm and carefully moving it away from the table as he stood up alongside it, smiling. He seemed a lot less stressed, now that his Bible was hidden away again. "Thanks for checking on me, though, I appreciate it. I can probably afford to heal myself now. Its...no real big deal, though. A few broken bones along my right arm, nothing my flame can't handle."
Well that was nice (Nick was relaxed with his bible out of sight). Deborah watched as Nick climbed from underneath the table and hopped up to his feet. "Boy, don't be hiding under tables like that." Deborah told him in an amused tone. "And I'm glad to hear that." She gave him a disarming smile, tilting her head to the side. Well, there wasn't much else to go over here. She'll have to think of something.... Oh! There's her new troupe. While he didn't get off on the right foot with Shannon, perhaps he could make nice with Poppy. In a swift motion, Deborah latched onto Nicholas's wrist. She held on tightly, probably to the point of causing him some pain, but to her; it's tough love. "You should meet my friends..." Deborah dragged him over to her group.
Jago Andrew Javuant, & Nicholas Raynor.
Nicholas internally facepalmed at Jago's words...or more-so, his attitude. He didn't know how well this was going to go or not, he simply walked after Jago, not bothering to take the time to argue with him. He knew it would be a waste of breath on a guy as high as himself as this, though he had to admire just how spirited he was. As the girl with the hunchback passed him and slipped him a "Hi", he quickly responded, waving to her. "Hey. Have a good night, and be careful out there." He noted to her, looking to her as she walked away before turning towards Jago, lifting up his arms in front of himself, forming fists. "Right, so how are we going to do this? Just freeform sparring, or is there any rules you want to set down?"
Huh? So White-Boy wants to spar? If he has it in him, then why should Jago even object? All in the name of fun. Though, he might lose a bit of control of himself and accidentally knock Nicholas on his ass with an infused punch. Jago watched as Urchin-Girl walked by and completely ignored him, and gave a high assed 'Hi' to old Nicky-boy. God almighty, doesn't anyone here have any respect? Jago had to roll his eyes. The second she was out of earshot, Jago chuckled. "God help that freak..." Though, he had a bit of respect for Codi. She managed to nearly break down his shields, as hard as it sounded. And while she had little to no personality, at least she wasn't that annoying. It was just something he wasn't going to show. "Enough about her, and more about me." Jago pointed two fingers at himself as he quickly changed subjects. Rules? Who the fuck needs rules? In a street fight, there ain't no rules. Only yourself, your opponents, and maybe a baseball bat. But, eh, White-boy here must be accustomed to tickle fights and co-co. Sooooo maybe he should take it easy. Just for first times sake.
"Free-form's coo, but maybe we should take a little easy?" Jago was obviously cheeky, that manner of speech and smirk showed it. He was mocking Nicholas. "I don't want you to break a nail. Hahahaha..." He hovered over the training hall floors, and landed right in the center. A perfect arena for their little duel. From the way Jago saw it, it should be easy trashing this kid. From one look, Jago knew this kid probably ain't shit, and that healing fire crap isn't going to do him any good. While Jago could easily defend himself against most forms of attack. Then again, he hasn't seen all of White-boy's tricks. Which made him ask, ".... Do you want to use powers?" He asked him, tilting his head and giving him a curious look.
Nicholas frowned. Jeez, this guy really -was- on a high horse. Not only did he take someone leaving without speaking to him offensively, but he had the gall to offend his former training partner. Nicholas simply shook his head, sighing as he lowered his arms to his side. "I don't need you to take it easy on me. Go all out." He stated firmly, as he slowly moved his right leg behind his left, giving two or three feet of distance between each foot and bending his knees. He had to admit, his actual technique was rusty, but his experiences with former bullies were intense, and with the amount of beatings -he- had gone through over the years, he had learned how and when to anticipate some level of oncoming assault. His eyes slowly sharpened, the blue gleam from them taking hold as a small flame sprouted from his right hand, as he slowly applied it to his forehead. The moment it took hold, it glowed brightly, not administering a healing effect, but rather, focusing on the morale-boosting effect. Quickly, the effect bolstered his confidence, as no longer did he seem fearful or cautious. Just watchful, silent, awaiting his opponent's movement. After all...it always seemed that being too head strong would create an outcome in the negative.
Hm... Seems like Nicky-boy's taking a defensive. Which is a problem since Jago's style revolves around defense too. Jago eyeballed that fire for a moment. He casually downed that Gatorade before wiping his mouth clean. It was completely empty, save for a few drops that he wouldn't be able to get to. He gave him a toothy grin.... Don't take it easy? Okay! Jago tossed the empty bottle right in Nicholas's face, before beginning a little charge. Using that telekinetic bullshit, Jago was able to increase his mobility by quite a few notches. Thus, he slid alongside the ground, with a smooth dark-purple aura around him, and closed in on Nicholas. If he wanted to, he could just make this kid float and punt him across the room, but, nah. Where's the fun in that? He delivered a solid punch to Nicholas's core. He didn't use his telekinetic abilities to augment it, because he didn't want to show that ability just yet. Nor did he want to reveal his telekinetic nature in one fell swoop. In fact, this whole move should show Nicky-boy that he's not all shields!
Hrm. This kind of approach. As the gatorade approached, he used the gatorade in his own left hand, still partially full, to deflect the oncoming bottle in a sweeping motion, releasing his own gatorade bottle with the same motion at the same time, the cap on tight to make sure it didn't spill everywhere. As soon as he got an eye on Jago, he kept his arm extended outward, awaiting the eventual strike. And then, he saw it, the first shoulder movements revealing a punch. His eyes focused on the arm being extended outward, before thrusting his own extended arm inward towards the oncoming punch, extending his other hand out towards the other side of the oncoming punch, as his left hand's palm pushing against the oncoming punch's wrist before it connected as his right hand then moved to grab onto the same punch's arm, before using Jago's momentum to pull him forward towards Nicholas, before delivering a powerful knee at Jago's core, before pushing him back with both of his hands via Jago's shoulders. No. He was not going to be caught off guard so easily.
Whoa! Looks like Jago majorly underestimated White-boy. Seems like he's got some moves! His punch was tossed aside, and he was falling towards Nicholas. There was a knee heading straight towards him, though, he can handle that one. Using his free hand, he swept his palm across and created a shield right in the path of his knee. The attack was effortlessly bounced off the shield. It took much worse in the past! However, after all this whole attack was over, Jago was being sent sprawling. Nothing too serious. He used his telekinesis to adjust his balance and quickly got himself back to his feet. Perhaps Jago will have to handle this a little differently. Nicholas probably knew what he was doing, probably got some training. Not really that surprising since Nicholas probably got his lunch money taken too much, and his parents gave him karate lessons so he'd be less of a bitch. What did Jago have? Some basics taught to him by his daddy. Jago sneered. He wondered how his Dad responded to his training being turned against him...
That wasn't important. He has a fight to win! Jago, while young, had a lot of creativity behind his belt. The same creativity can be applied to his shields. Jago crossed his arms over his mid-section in a X and did a sweeping motion outwards, palms out. He created a nice little bubble shield around Nicholas. White-boy here would quickly find out another detail of Jago's amazing gift. While Nicholas can't go through it, Jago can. He closed in, waiting for Nicky-boy to pull any tricks.
Hrm. Well, it seemed Nicholas' judgements weren't too far off. Because of this, however, he wasn't about to kick Jago while he was down. He was going to allow the boy some level of reprieve. It was only proper. Unfortunately, it seemed that was his undoing. By allowing him time to respond, he quickly learned that his abilities had more than one aspect to them. His shield could not only be used on himself, but on others. He could already tell where -this- was going. He was trapped, with no way to get out. At least, not normally. As a sphere, and one strong from the inside rather than the outside, something like this couldn't be more than a certain strength based on the fact that it probably had to defend omnidirectionaly. So perhaps by focusing his abilities...
Nicholas slowly stepped back, forming another set of flames, this time forming around his feet and his core. Strange. Why there? Simply put, he was going to put together something he had thought about in his own mind. A creative use of sorts. He stared forward, taking note of the oncoming Jago. He only had so much time. Slowly, he concentrated, moving the right half of his body slightly back with a light step, allowing his left side dominance. His flames began to glow abnormally brightly, distributing even more of the morale-boosting effect through-out his body. No fear. No limiter. He pulled back his right arm, pulling it as far back as he could in this barrier, allowing his chest muscles to stretch and bend with this motion, pulling back as far as he could. And then...something quite peculiar happened.
All three of the flames. The one from his bending legs, and the one from his core, launched forward into his pulled back arm, glowing brightly and covering the arm in the shimmering light being created by the flames. At the same time, he quickly shifted focus, stepping forward with his right leg and extending forward his right arm towards the shield, bending his knee and crouching slightly down to get as much force as possible out of the blow, despite how it injured his body and the effect it would have on his arm.
However, this was -not- the good idea he had intended. As soon as the punch made contact with the shield, it pushed forward, yes, but bounced back, forcing Nicholas back with all of the force he had just pushed in, feeling himself reeling back from it and onto the ground. However, there was -one- bright side to this. If Jago had been in range of that punch, which he hadn't quite felt due to the fact that his morale-boosting flames had kind of been there to evoke an indomitable force over the pain that would have been there if he had collided, he would have felt the majority of that punch's power.
Nicholas's little plan certainly was amusing! Jago had to stop to laugh. Loudly. He had to kneel over and slap his knee. "Ahahaha...." He said. Not revealing all your tricks in one good was definitely the way to go! Though, he though Nicholas had short term memory since he forgot about his knee bouncing off the shield. He was hoping that there'd be someone here to watch, but looks like this is no arena. Whatever. This would be a personal victory. "Didn't feel good, now did it Nicky-boy!?" Jago loudly shouted. He refrained from calling him "White-Boy" since that's something he keeps to himself. White-boy might be politically correct, and get offended.
But enough White-boy politics! Jago had to retaliate! Since Nicholas was already on the ground, and Jago was already knelt over, he hovered over the ground with his hand extended to grab. He was quick as hell. Faster than he was on foot. He grabbed onto Nicholas's leg the second it came in range, and figured he'd take him for a riiiiiiiiide.
Nicholas felt so stupid. What a waste of energy. And not only that, he was getting insulted by the kid. Nicky-boy, eh? Well, its not like he minded it, but just his attitude itself made Nicholas just a little bit more annoyed. Well, ya live and learn. Taking advantage of the moment of reprieve, he used his own flames, which were dying down, to quickly begin to heal any damage left over from his maneuver with his right hand, feeling the soothing from the action as a few seconds later, his arm was quite well. Thats when he looked back at Jago, noting his oncoming approach. He only had a few seconds to react. In this position, he could only do so much. So he did what he could. As Jago reached in for his leg, he pulled into within the barrier, as in retaliation, he pulled his leg back before delivering a forward thrust with the same leg at Jago's face, aiming to push him back and away, before attempting to get onto his feet, preparing for Jago's own retaliation.
Dammit. Jago was kicked clean off balance. The bottom of Nick's shoe collided with Jago's face at high speeds. Which left a nasty mark on his face. Worst of all, it made him stumble back a few feet. Using his telekinesis to regain his balance yet again. The sphere Jago made had disappeared at this point. It didn't matter. It served it's purpose. Jago will have to do a little bit more to bring Nicholas down. Because so far, everything he's been doing offensively hasn't been working... It dawned on him. Adam and Deborah told him to stick to what he's good at. Which is defense. Jago has an insanely weak offense and he knew it. He made up for it in raw defense. "Yo!" Jago shouted as he stood tall, and put his hands on his sides. "Nicky-boy, how about you pull that tampon out your ass and come and get some!" Not the most subtle tactic, but maybe Nicholas will take the bait. Otherwise, if Nicky-boy wants to be a bitch, then Jago will show him his telekinetic side.
Nicholas frowned. Oh...one of these maneuvers? Hrm...he wondered. Slowly, he walked towards Jago. But he didn't pull back his arm. He simply looked him over. But he did nothing. He simply stood there, maybe re-concentrating his energy on his flames, but he did absolutely -nothing-. He stood there, so close to taking Jago's bait, which he quickly recognized as such. That kind of wording is -asking- for trouble. After a moment, Nicholas moved over back towards the gatorade he had dropped, moving to reach down to it and unscrew the cap, taking a large portion of it and guzzling it down, emptying the bottle quickly and placing it back down before looking at Jago. "So, is that it?" He asked, tilting his head. He hated to do this, but he knew the young man had no good intentions for him...
Hahaha... Nicky-boy knows his stuff. Probably more than even Jago himself! He knew that Jago's heavy defense would be too much on his little baby tush. Fair enough, baby.
It was time for Jago to show Nicky-boy that he's a telekinetic. Jago started laughing, starting off quietly, then breaking out to all out mad-man in a few seconds. "Oh, you haven't even seen half of it." He pointed a hand at Nicholas, which was wrapped in a neat aura, and made a simple gesture with one finger. He extended his finger, then pointed it straight up. Nicholas would find himself floating helplessly in the air. Almost like he's been relieved of a mighty weight! He would have a hard time even moving without flapping his arms. But, Jago's not done yet! Oh, no! It's time for Jago to go on the offensive. Jago swept another arm across, and created another shield. Not a sphere, but a simple wall right in front of Nicholas. Show-tiiiiiime! Jago put on his game face as he skated across the floor using his abilities straight at Nicholas. He was picking up speed fast, going faster than no boy should ever go! All in the name of one last finishing move. Jago intended on ramming the shield, using his combined speed and body weight to send Nicholas flying across the room. It would hurt, but damn, it would be cool!
Nicholas widened his eyes as he was lifted up into the air, unable to move. Hrm. Well, this -was- something. He was unable to move. Just float. But luckily, he was still in control of himself. Jago apparently intended to use this in order to outright render him unable to counteract Jago's own movements. His offensive capabilities. Well, it was finally time to let his power shine through. His opponent raced towards him at breathtaking speeds, and he had very little time to react. And so, he did something shocking. He pulled his body back as he floated, lifting his left hand up in front of his body as if preparing to try to stop Jago's oncoming onslaught..which he knew was impossible. Using this as a distraction, the flame on his forehead vanished, instead internalizing and spreading throughout his body for one last final morale-push, as the moment Jago's body rammed against the shield, Nicholas aimed to use the last of his own remaining ability to deliver an extremely strong punch, with no safeguard to how much it hurt from the oncoming force, to force the shield to bounce back with all the force Jago himself had delivered and force -him- back instead. Quickly, he bent his body forward, his chest muscles straining and aching by how they were exherted, but the pain was ignored, as he continued onward, aiming to deliver all he could as a piledrived the punch, twisting it to retain the energy he could as he let it loose as he threw it against the oncoming shield. All he could do was hope he could succeed with this, or else he was in for a world of hurt.
Seems like Nicky-Boy was intending on going out with a bang too! Jago was hoping he'd just float there like a bitch then take it, but he had to do otherwise. At least it's interesting! Nicholas learned quickly, enough so that he could turn the barriers against Jago! That ain't fair, but it's a double-edged sword. A little effect happened. When Nicholas hit the shield, it had whacked Jago with enough force to divert his rush. However, he was packing enough speed and momentum that the shield whipped back towards Nicholas. Except, with not as much force hitting an undisturbed barrier would entail. And yes. It hurt like hell. Jago hit the shield shoulder first and it was set alight with a pain that wasn't unfamiliar. As a result of all of this combined, however, his concentration was broken. Thus the barrier disappeared, and Nicholas would fall back to his feet. Almost like gravity had suddenly returned.
Jago hit the cold metal of the training room, hard. There he laid. Face down on shiny metal. It was an epiphany! Time to give this shit a break. Before he breaks something important. Like his dick. Jago raised a finger into the air, still face down. "... I think we have come to a draw." As much as he hated forfeiting matches he knew that he had to stop. Smashing into barriers at high speeds tend to do that. Besides! While he came to two draws in one day, at least it isn't him getting his ass kicked. Jago hopped up to his feet, pressing against the ground with his hands.
Uuugh. Man. The pain was NOT fun to deal with, as he held his arm in pain as he floated down onto the ground. All of that reflected damage from the shield had managed to hit, what else, his extended arm that had punched the barrier itself. Because of this, his arm wasn't in the greatest condition, but given some time to recover, he could quickly heal it. Were a few things broken in it? Probably. A few finger bones, maybe his wrist. He wouldn't be moving for a while. He sighed in relief though. "...Yeah. You did great, Jago." He stated, smiling now that the fight was over and simply sitting down on the metallic surface, laying down on it and resting his body and mind by closing his eyes, breathing in deeply inwardly and outwardly. It was something he had enjoyed, yes, but he was surprised he did so well. Perhaps his powers and his abilities weren't so useless in his own combat after all...then again, he was fighting a defensively-based person, rather than someone offensive. Either way, though...it had been enlightening enough, and it was good enough training for today, he supposed.
Nicholas internally facepalmed at Jago's words...or more-so, his attitude. He didn't know how well this was going to go or not, he simply walked after Jago, not bothering to take the time to argue with him. He knew it would be a waste of breath on a guy as high as himself as this, though he had to admire just how spirited he was. As the girl with the hunchback passed him and slipped him a "Hi", he quickly responded, waving to her. "Hey. Have a good night, and be careful out there." He noted to her, looking to her as she walked away before turning towards Jago, lifting up his arms in front of himself, forming fists. "Right, so how are we going to do this? Just freeform sparring, or is there any rules you want to set down?"
Huh? So White-Boy wants to spar? If he has it in him, then why should Jago even object? All in the name of fun. Though, he might lose a bit of control of himself and accidentally knock Nicholas on his ass with an infused punch. Jago watched as Urchin-Girl walked by and completely ignored him, and gave a high assed 'Hi' to old Nicky-boy. God almighty, doesn't anyone here have any respect? Jago had to roll his eyes. The second she was out of earshot, Jago chuckled. "God help that freak..." Though, he had a bit of respect for Codi. She managed to nearly break down his shields, as hard as it sounded. And while she had little to no personality, at least she wasn't that annoying. It was just something he wasn't going to show. "Enough about her, and more about me." Jago pointed two fingers at himself as he quickly changed subjects. Rules? Who the fuck needs rules? In a street fight, there ain't no rules. Only yourself, your opponents, and maybe a baseball bat. But, eh, White-boy here must be accustomed to tickle fights and co-co. Sooooo maybe he should take it easy. Just for first times sake.
"Free-form's coo, but maybe we should take a little easy?" Jago was obviously cheeky, that manner of speech and smirk showed it. He was mocking Nicholas. "I don't want you to break a nail. Hahahaha..." He hovered over the training hall floors, and landed right in the center. A perfect arena for their little duel. From the way Jago saw it, it should be easy trashing this kid. From one look, Jago knew this kid probably ain't shit, and that healing fire crap isn't going to do him any good. While Jago could easily defend himself against most forms of attack. Then again, he hasn't seen all of White-boy's tricks. Which made him ask, ".... Do you want to use powers?" He asked him, tilting his head and giving him a curious look.
Nicholas frowned. Jeez, this guy really -was- on a high horse. Not only did he take someone leaving without speaking to him offensively, but he had the gall to offend his former training partner. Nicholas simply shook his head, sighing as he lowered his arms to his side. "I don't need you to take it easy on me. Go all out." He stated firmly, as he slowly moved his right leg behind his left, giving two or three feet of distance between each foot and bending his knees. He had to admit, his actual technique was rusty, but his experiences with former bullies were intense, and with the amount of beatings -he- had gone through over the years, he had learned how and when to anticipate some level of oncoming assault. His eyes slowly sharpened, the blue gleam from them taking hold as a small flame sprouted from his right hand, as he slowly applied it to his forehead. The moment it took hold, it glowed brightly, not administering a healing effect, but rather, focusing on the morale-boosting effect. Quickly, the effect bolstered his confidence, as no longer did he seem fearful or cautious. Just watchful, silent, awaiting his opponent's movement. After all...it always seemed that being too head strong would create an outcome in the negative.
Hm... Seems like Nicky-boy's taking a defensive. Which is a problem since Jago's style revolves around defense too. Jago eyeballed that fire for a moment. He casually downed that Gatorade before wiping his mouth clean. It was completely empty, save for a few drops that he wouldn't be able to get to. He gave him a toothy grin.... Don't take it easy? Okay! Jago tossed the empty bottle right in Nicholas's face, before beginning a little charge. Using that telekinetic bullshit, Jago was able to increase his mobility by quite a few notches. Thus, he slid alongside the ground, with a smooth dark-purple aura around him, and closed in on Nicholas. If he wanted to, he could just make this kid float and punt him across the room, but, nah. Where's the fun in that? He delivered a solid punch to Nicholas's core. He didn't use his telekinetic abilities to augment it, because he didn't want to show that ability just yet. Nor did he want to reveal his telekinetic nature in one fell swoop. In fact, this whole move should show Nicky-boy that he's not all shields!
Hrm. This kind of approach. As the gatorade approached, he used the gatorade in his own left hand, still partially full, to deflect the oncoming bottle in a sweeping motion, releasing his own gatorade bottle with the same motion at the same time, the cap on tight to make sure it didn't spill everywhere. As soon as he got an eye on Jago, he kept his arm extended outward, awaiting the eventual strike. And then, he saw it, the first shoulder movements revealing a punch. His eyes focused on the arm being extended outward, before thrusting his own extended arm inward towards the oncoming punch, extending his other hand out towards the other side of the oncoming punch, as his left hand's palm pushing against the oncoming punch's wrist before it connected as his right hand then moved to grab onto the same punch's arm, before using Jago's momentum to pull him forward towards Nicholas, before delivering a powerful knee at Jago's core, before pushing him back with both of his hands via Jago's shoulders. No. He was not going to be caught off guard so easily.
Whoa! Looks like Jago majorly underestimated White-boy. Seems like he's got some moves! His punch was tossed aside, and he was falling towards Nicholas. There was a knee heading straight towards him, though, he can handle that one. Using his free hand, he swept his palm across and created a shield right in the path of his knee. The attack was effortlessly bounced off the shield. It took much worse in the past! However, after all this whole attack was over, Jago was being sent sprawling. Nothing too serious. He used his telekinesis to adjust his balance and quickly got himself back to his feet. Perhaps Jago will have to handle this a little differently. Nicholas probably knew what he was doing, probably got some training. Not really that surprising since Nicholas probably got his lunch money taken too much, and his parents gave him karate lessons so he'd be less of a bitch. What did Jago have? Some basics taught to him by his daddy. Jago sneered. He wondered how his Dad responded to his training being turned against him...
That wasn't important. He has a fight to win! Jago, while young, had a lot of creativity behind his belt. The same creativity can be applied to his shields. Jago crossed his arms over his mid-section in a X and did a sweeping motion outwards, palms out. He created a nice little bubble shield around Nicholas. White-boy here would quickly find out another detail of Jago's amazing gift. While Nicholas can't go through it, Jago can. He closed in, waiting for Nicky-boy to pull any tricks.
Hrm. Well, it seemed Nicholas' judgements weren't too far off. Because of this, however, he wasn't about to kick Jago while he was down. He was going to allow the boy some level of reprieve. It was only proper. Unfortunately, it seemed that was his undoing. By allowing him time to respond, he quickly learned that his abilities had more than one aspect to them. His shield could not only be used on himself, but on others. He could already tell where -this- was going. He was trapped, with no way to get out. At least, not normally. As a sphere, and one strong from the inside rather than the outside, something like this couldn't be more than a certain strength based on the fact that it probably had to defend omnidirectionaly. So perhaps by focusing his abilities...
Nicholas slowly stepped back, forming another set of flames, this time forming around his feet and his core. Strange. Why there? Simply put, he was going to put together something he had thought about in his own mind. A creative use of sorts. He stared forward, taking note of the oncoming Jago. He only had so much time. Slowly, he concentrated, moving the right half of his body slightly back with a light step, allowing his left side dominance. His flames began to glow abnormally brightly, distributing even more of the morale-boosting effect through-out his body. No fear. No limiter. He pulled back his right arm, pulling it as far back as he could in this barrier, allowing his chest muscles to stretch and bend with this motion, pulling back as far as he could. And then...something quite peculiar happened.
All three of the flames. The one from his bending legs, and the one from his core, launched forward into his pulled back arm, glowing brightly and covering the arm in the shimmering light being created by the flames. At the same time, he quickly shifted focus, stepping forward with his right leg and extending forward his right arm towards the shield, bending his knee and crouching slightly down to get as much force as possible out of the blow, despite how it injured his body and the effect it would have on his arm.
However, this was -not- the good idea he had intended. As soon as the punch made contact with the shield, it pushed forward, yes, but bounced back, forcing Nicholas back with all of the force he had just pushed in, feeling himself reeling back from it and onto the ground. However, there was -one- bright side to this. If Jago had been in range of that punch, which he hadn't quite felt due to the fact that his morale-boosting flames had kind of been there to evoke an indomitable force over the pain that would have been there if he had collided, he would have felt the majority of that punch's power.
Nicholas's little plan certainly was amusing! Jago had to stop to laugh. Loudly. He had to kneel over and slap his knee. "Ahahaha...." He said. Not revealing all your tricks in one good was definitely the way to go! Though, he though Nicholas had short term memory since he forgot about his knee bouncing off the shield. He was hoping that there'd be someone here to watch, but looks like this is no arena. Whatever. This would be a personal victory. "Didn't feel good, now did it Nicky-boy!?" Jago loudly shouted. He refrained from calling him "White-Boy" since that's something he keeps to himself. White-boy might be politically correct, and get offended.
But enough White-boy politics! Jago had to retaliate! Since Nicholas was already on the ground, and Jago was already knelt over, he hovered over the ground with his hand extended to grab. He was quick as hell. Faster than he was on foot. He grabbed onto Nicholas's leg the second it came in range, and figured he'd take him for a riiiiiiiiide.
Nicholas felt so stupid. What a waste of energy. And not only that, he was getting insulted by the kid. Nicky-boy, eh? Well, its not like he minded it, but just his attitude itself made Nicholas just a little bit more annoyed. Well, ya live and learn. Taking advantage of the moment of reprieve, he used his own flames, which were dying down, to quickly begin to heal any damage left over from his maneuver with his right hand, feeling the soothing from the action as a few seconds later, his arm was quite well. Thats when he looked back at Jago, noting his oncoming approach. He only had a few seconds to react. In this position, he could only do so much. So he did what he could. As Jago reached in for his leg, he pulled into within the barrier, as in retaliation, he pulled his leg back before delivering a forward thrust with the same leg at Jago's face, aiming to push him back and away, before attempting to get onto his feet, preparing for Jago's own retaliation.
Dammit. Jago was kicked clean off balance. The bottom of Nick's shoe collided with Jago's face at high speeds. Which left a nasty mark on his face. Worst of all, it made him stumble back a few feet. Using his telekinesis to regain his balance yet again. The sphere Jago made had disappeared at this point. It didn't matter. It served it's purpose. Jago will have to do a little bit more to bring Nicholas down. Because so far, everything he's been doing offensively hasn't been working... It dawned on him. Adam and Deborah told him to stick to what he's good at. Which is defense. Jago has an insanely weak offense and he knew it. He made up for it in raw defense. "Yo!" Jago shouted as he stood tall, and put his hands on his sides. "Nicky-boy, how about you pull that tampon out your ass and come and get some!" Not the most subtle tactic, but maybe Nicholas will take the bait. Otherwise, if Nicky-boy wants to be a bitch, then Jago will show him his telekinetic side.
Nicholas frowned. Oh...one of these maneuvers? Hrm...he wondered. Slowly, he walked towards Jago. But he didn't pull back his arm. He simply looked him over. But he did nothing. He simply stood there, maybe re-concentrating his energy on his flames, but he did absolutely -nothing-. He stood there, so close to taking Jago's bait, which he quickly recognized as such. That kind of wording is -asking- for trouble. After a moment, Nicholas moved over back towards the gatorade he had dropped, moving to reach down to it and unscrew the cap, taking a large portion of it and guzzling it down, emptying the bottle quickly and placing it back down before looking at Jago. "So, is that it?" He asked, tilting his head. He hated to do this, but he knew the young man had no good intentions for him...
Hahaha... Nicky-boy knows his stuff. Probably more than even Jago himself! He knew that Jago's heavy defense would be too much on his little baby tush. Fair enough, baby.
It was time for Jago to show Nicky-boy that he's a telekinetic. Jago started laughing, starting off quietly, then breaking out to all out mad-man in a few seconds. "Oh, you haven't even seen half of it." He pointed a hand at Nicholas, which was wrapped in a neat aura, and made a simple gesture with one finger. He extended his finger, then pointed it straight up. Nicholas would find himself floating helplessly in the air. Almost like he's been relieved of a mighty weight! He would have a hard time even moving without flapping his arms. But, Jago's not done yet! Oh, no! It's time for Jago to go on the offensive. Jago swept another arm across, and created another shield. Not a sphere, but a simple wall right in front of Nicholas. Show-tiiiiiime! Jago put on his game face as he skated across the floor using his abilities straight at Nicholas. He was picking up speed fast, going faster than no boy should ever go! All in the name of one last finishing move. Jago intended on ramming the shield, using his combined speed and body weight to send Nicholas flying across the room. It would hurt, but damn, it would be cool!
Nicholas widened his eyes as he was lifted up into the air, unable to move. Hrm. Well, this -was- something. He was unable to move. Just float. But luckily, he was still in control of himself. Jago apparently intended to use this in order to outright render him unable to counteract Jago's own movements. His offensive capabilities. Well, it was finally time to let his power shine through. His opponent raced towards him at breathtaking speeds, and he had very little time to react. And so, he did something shocking. He pulled his body back as he floated, lifting his left hand up in front of his body as if preparing to try to stop Jago's oncoming onslaught..which he knew was impossible. Using this as a distraction, the flame on his forehead vanished, instead internalizing and spreading throughout his body for one last final morale-push, as the moment Jago's body rammed against the shield, Nicholas aimed to use the last of his own remaining ability to deliver an extremely strong punch, with no safeguard to how much it hurt from the oncoming force, to force the shield to bounce back with all the force Jago himself had delivered and force -him- back instead. Quickly, he bent his body forward, his chest muscles straining and aching by how they were exherted, but the pain was ignored, as he continued onward, aiming to deliver all he could as a piledrived the punch, twisting it to retain the energy he could as he let it loose as he threw it against the oncoming shield. All he could do was hope he could succeed with this, or else he was in for a world of hurt.
Seems like Nicky-Boy was intending on going out with a bang too! Jago was hoping he'd just float there like a bitch then take it, but he had to do otherwise. At least it's interesting! Nicholas learned quickly, enough so that he could turn the barriers against Jago! That ain't fair, but it's a double-edged sword. A little effect happened. When Nicholas hit the shield, it had whacked Jago with enough force to divert his rush. However, he was packing enough speed and momentum that the shield whipped back towards Nicholas. Except, with not as much force hitting an undisturbed barrier would entail. And yes. It hurt like hell. Jago hit the shield shoulder first and it was set alight with a pain that wasn't unfamiliar. As a result of all of this combined, however, his concentration was broken. Thus the barrier disappeared, and Nicholas would fall back to his feet. Almost like gravity had suddenly returned.
Jago hit the cold metal of the training room, hard. There he laid. Face down on shiny metal. It was an epiphany! Time to give this shit a break. Before he breaks something important. Like his dick. Jago raised a finger into the air, still face down. "... I think we have come to a draw." As much as he hated forfeiting matches he knew that he had to stop. Smashing into barriers at high speeds tend to do that. Besides! While he came to two draws in one day, at least it isn't him getting his ass kicked. Jago hopped up to his feet, pressing against the ground with his hands.
Uuugh. Man. The pain was NOT fun to deal with, as he held his arm in pain as he floated down onto the ground. All of that reflected damage from the shield had managed to hit, what else, his extended arm that had punched the barrier itself. Because of this, his arm wasn't in the greatest condition, but given some time to recover, he could quickly heal it. Were a few things broken in it? Probably. A few finger bones, maybe his wrist. He wouldn't be moving for a while. He sighed in relief though. "...Yeah. You did great, Jago." He stated, smiling now that the fight was over and simply sitting down on the metallic surface, laying down on it and resting his body and mind by closing his eyes, breathing in deeply inwardly and outwardly. It was something he had enjoyed, yes, but he was surprised he did so well. Perhaps his powers and his abilities weren't so useless in his own combat after all...then again, he was fighting a defensively-based person, rather than someone offensive. Either way, though...it had been enlightening enough, and it was good enough training for today, he supposed.
Jago Andrew Javaunt, & Nicholas Raynor.
Upping the ante seemed appropriate. After all, so far, Jago has made her look like a little bitch. He eased up a little in the break between her attacks. Didn't want to make a blood vessel explode or something. He was getting strained from all this shielding, buuuuut, so should Urchin-Girl over here. It was a test to see who would give out first, and Jago was going to make sure it wasn't him. Whatever urchin girl was doing, it looked funky. Just like he was warned, Jago got back. Instead of taking steps back, his body floated up into the air a bit with a blue aura, and landed a few feet back. Not that he was worried or anything. There was a difference between lookin' tough and being stupid. Those spines looked mighty dangerous. Yikes! He wasn't going to admit it, but those things scared him a bit. What if one of those went through him.... He doesn't have to worry about that, though. Ultimate shield, and shit. This onslaught was different, though. It was putting pressure on him like never before. It fucking felt like someone was squeezing his brain. Sweat was dripping down his head into his eyes, and his legs were shaking.
He gave out.
"... Ugh!" The shield seemingly evaporated, and Jago felt relieved. Any of Urchin girl's freak attacks that were heading towards him went unobstructed. Thank God he got back. For good measure, though, he got back even further. Not because he was scared, but because he didn't want to get run through. Fear and common sense. There's a difference. "Ah... Hehehe..." Jago scratched the back of his neck like some nervous twat, with an equally dumb smile on his face. "Looks like I need a break!" He jumped straight up to his feet, making a low awkward laughter. It was better than letting Urchin-girl break his shield. Which was pretty much about to happen, what it is what it is. Better pick up that Gatorade... His juice! Christ, during that desperate struggle, he dropped it. It was all depressing! Lying there spilled on the floor. Wasted! Like the last ten minutes He gonna have to get some more....
"Hold up for a sec," Jago put up a finger as he raised one foot, waist-high, then put it down forward. He held that pose for a second, as he turned everything above the waist towards Codi. Much as he'd like to get up and march off, he decided to show Codi a little of his cordial side. "Gonna go take a break juice break so my mind doesn't turn into mush, okay?" He stepped off towards the vending machine.
And on the other hand of things, it turned out a certain Nicholas had arrived on the scene, having ran through the rain and gotten doused with plenty of the liquid to make his hair at least a little wet. He shook his head as he walked in through the doors of the building, before taking note of something. He hadn't even drank much of his tea before. Crud. And he unfortunately could feel the yearning in his body for something sweet to drink. Maybe gatorade would do the trick. After all, he had always liked how they were sweet, and yet, not overpowering.
Within seconds, he looked around, and spotted a vending machine, with a student, seemingly a tad bit younger than himself who seemed to be sweating profusely, of all things, heading towards it. He considered it rude to step in front of someone, so he took the alternate route, moving to step behind the younger boy, as if to make a line in front of the vending machine. Notably, he quickly took out a dollar in change. He wasn't one who had skimped out on money, thankfully, his parents had given him a good deal of spending money since they had been aware he would likely need it here and there. And he was going to make sure to use it as best as he could.
Who is this sweat stain? Jago looked as another boy came out of no where. Just looked like another whiteboy. Nothin' special about him. But Jago had to give him props: he knew to step the hell aside. Jago flashed him a grin, the shit-eating kind, and sarcastically said, "Thank you!" As he went to go get his own drink. He got yet another Gatorade. A lime-flavored one. Personally, all Gatorade tasted like sugared piss, but damn did they get the job done. He quickly downed it as he leaned up against the vending machine. While he was drinking it, his eyes were on Nicholas the whole time. Sizing him up... That was barely even neccessary since this kid looked like a punk right off the bat. Though, he said the same thing about Codi! And she nearly punched through the Ultimate Shield. And little Jago wasn't expecting that. He'll have to see what Bitch-boy here is packing in terms of powers before he chalks him off as being worthless or not.
"Yo, you there," Jago started off, "What brings you to the training hall, hm?"
Well, -this- guy didn't seem too friendly. Nicholas quickly picked up on his attitude as soon as he gave him that grin. Ugh. Like he hasn't seen that pride before. Quickly, he simply nodded to the guy. He didn't want to cause any trouble, and thanks to Deborah, he was in a fairly good mood and was confident in the fact he wasn't about to let it get ruined by just -anyone-. After the guy got his drink, Nicholas walked up to the vending machine and inserted his money, getting a glacier cheery flavor, the white, almost mist-like color of the gatorade apparent as he opened it up and took a sip, before replacing the cap and winding it back on before looking at this fellow. "I was told it might be a good idea for me to come here to see if I could help others push themselves, being my power has the ability to do that." He stated, leaning against the wall next to the vending machine, taking another sip.
Now, little Nicholas here got Jago's attention. Helping others push themselves, that might be fun. Especially when Urchin-Girl over there nearly pushed him to his limits. "Huh... Funny," Jago took the Gatarade away from his lips, looking at Nicholas. "I'm here to push myself to my limits. If you get my jist." That grin got much larger. If Nicholas didn't get the hint, then white-boy right here must be dumber than a bag of hammers. In fact, Jago thought he should hit him with a bag of hammers just to get the point across that he dumb. Whatever, Jago still had a little trace of politeness in there somewhere. Introducing himself might be a start. "I'm Jago. You?" Your name is probably something really gay. Like Jeffery, or James... Anything with a J sounded gay.
Nicholas sharpened his eyes. Ugh...he could tell already, this guy wanted to just use him, most likely. He had dealt with that before, but not quite like this. He slowly sighed, snapping his fingers and forming a bright flame on his right thumb. "Right. I'm Nicholas, by the way. Also, hold still." He stated firmly, walking towards Jago and moving to press his thumb against Jago's own forehead, as the power of sheer improvement of inner morale would quickly find itself distributing through Jago's body as he spoke, the flame firmly remaining on Jago's head as Nicholas pulled his hand away, before taking a sip of his gatorade and continuing to lean against the wall. It wasn't that he meant to be rude, but he just didn't want to deal with this kind of person too long. He had a feeling he would have to anyways, but if there was one thing that irked him a little more than it should, it was people who used others for their own gain. Hrm...though...maybe it wouldn't turn out so bad.
"... You have one second to..." Jago threated as this fucking stranger decided to violate his personal space. Nicholas was two seconds away from getting the shit knocked out of him, when he did that fire thing. He felt... different. He felt like he could take on the world! For real this time. He never felt so uplifted in his life. Only one problem. "That's cool, white boy...." He grabbed Nicholas's hand, and pulled it away. "... But don't touch the valuable property, okay? That's gay." Jago sounded super cheeky throughout his little statement. You don't touch the grand champion you peasant! There's a place where kids like Nicholas belonged, and it was at Jago's feet. "What the hell was that, anyway?" Jago asked as he drunk even more Gatorade.
Nicholas frowned. Oh dear. Here we go. One of -these- guys. Ugh. He slowly nodded and closed his eyes. "Right, right. Anyways, it was my power. I'm...still unsure what to call it, but its some sort of flame that both is capable of healing and giving people little...bravery boosts? Perhaps the term "morale-boost" makes more sense." He stated after a moment of consideration. "It may sound pretty weak compared to some other people here, but I've been useful so far, so I haven't had a reason to really complain." He finished, before looking at the other equipment in the building. Great. He hoped he didn't get stuck being this guy's assistant at this rate because of his interest in his power. Ugh.
"... Wanna be my assistant?" Jago asked with a rather cheeky smile. White-boy here might not have much in terms of personality, looks, or probably not even money, but he sure as hell will useful for something. He would rather have Nicholas on his side than against him, because why not? He had enemies here, and Nicholas seemed like a real chipper. The kind of kid you could push around with a itty bitty bit of aggression. He would love to make this guy his bitch for the rest of the school year. "Yeah, man, you and I could make our own little team, ya' hear?" He started off. Maybe he should tell a little bit about himself... Or just his powers. Huh. Actually, now that he thought about it, his power probably works in synergy with Nicholas'. A healer, and a shielder. Probably could save someone's life if they ever need to. But naaaaah. Shit happens all the time, and it ain't like someone's going to attack this happy little school. If they did, Jago would trip Vespera.
"Yo," Jago started off, snapping his fingers. He created a shield between himself and Nicholas. Glowing purple and translucent. Not as big and thick as the shield he used to block Codi, because this was a quick demonstration! Give ol' Nicky boy here a taste of what's to come. "My power is to make shields, and ain't nothing can break them. In fact, they just took a beating and still were going strong!" Jago jerked his head awkwardly towards Codi. To get Nicholas to look at her - Though, with a body like that, who would? Ooooooh. Maybe some sexual fetishist is into urchins or hunchbacks. "So don't even think about cracking the ultimate shield."
Nicholas smiled. While instinctually, when he heard this, he was ready to cringe, a thought popped into his mind, hardly ever in older communities was a service offered without something in return. And that was the exact angle he wanted to play off of. He had been told he could use his healing factor to pull off stunts that he normally wouldn't be able to, and survive relatively unharmed afterwards. With that in mind, he rose up his index finger after looking at the girl with the strange hunchback. Hrm. He recognized her. She had been carrying that one girl...Theresa, yes. He hadn't gotten this girl's name yet, so he would have to ask later. And this fellow's power was interesting...and yet, he had reason to believe that the 'ultimate shield' wasn't so ultimate. Based on how this guy was talking he -may- have been exaggerating his abilities...or maybe he was serious and Nicholas didn't know what he was talking about.
"Alright, but only on a few conditions. This isn't going to be a one way deal. I help you, you gotta help me. I plan on pushing myself physically and learning to adapt new ways to use my abilities for more than just outright healing. Because of that, I'll need someone to test different ideas with, and I'm not saying you'll have to be a punching bag, because you have those shields, after all. Furthermore, I'm no one's servant. I might be nice, but I'm nice because I have a -choice- to be. You take that away, and you'll find yourself assistant-less. Sound fair?" He asked, before simply taking another sip of his gatorade. Nicholas was nice most of the time, but the one thing he -was not- going to let happen was to be bullied around by someone who looked younger than him.
Looks like white-boy here is at least trying to have a spine. Trying and succeeding are two different things, but Jago had to give him props here. "Maaaaaaan," Jago gave Nicholas an aside-glance, laughing boisterously, "Think I'm some rich bitch that never got worked? I don't need an assistant, so don't worry about that." He had to answer the man-servant comment, because he wasn't going to let him think he needs one. The rest was ultimately what Jago wanted to hear. He knew that Urchin-girl probably had some reefs to fuck, so he doubted she would make a good training buddy. But Nicky-boy here? At least he'd make a training bud. Maybe not a good one, but Jago's options were running out. "Sure, sure... I give what I take." He laughed, "You help me, I help you, get it?"
Though, Jago had some other ideas. He started walking up into the training floor. He stopped and turned halfway towards Nicholas, "What? Don't want to get started now? Believable Nicky! I had such high hopes for you."
Upping the ante seemed appropriate. After all, so far, Jago has made her look like a little bitch. He eased up a little in the break between her attacks. Didn't want to make a blood vessel explode or something. He was getting strained from all this shielding, buuuuut, so should Urchin-Girl over here. It was a test to see who would give out first, and Jago was going to make sure it wasn't him. Whatever urchin girl was doing, it looked funky. Just like he was warned, Jago got back. Instead of taking steps back, his body floated up into the air a bit with a blue aura, and landed a few feet back. Not that he was worried or anything. There was a difference between lookin' tough and being stupid. Those spines looked mighty dangerous. Yikes! He wasn't going to admit it, but those things scared him a bit. What if one of those went through him.... He doesn't have to worry about that, though. Ultimate shield, and shit. This onslaught was different, though. It was putting pressure on him like never before. It fucking felt like someone was squeezing his brain. Sweat was dripping down his head into his eyes, and his legs were shaking.
He gave out.
"... Ugh!" The shield seemingly evaporated, and Jago felt relieved. Any of Urchin girl's freak attacks that were heading towards him went unobstructed. Thank God he got back. For good measure, though, he got back even further. Not because he was scared, but because he didn't want to get run through. Fear and common sense. There's a difference. "Ah... Hehehe..." Jago scratched the back of his neck like some nervous twat, with an equally dumb smile on his face. "Looks like I need a break!" He jumped straight up to his feet, making a low awkward laughter. It was better than letting Urchin-girl break his shield. Which was pretty much about to happen, what it is what it is. Better pick up that Gatorade... His juice! Christ, during that desperate struggle, he dropped it. It was all depressing! Lying there spilled on the floor. Wasted! Like the last ten minutes He gonna have to get some more....
"Hold up for a sec," Jago put up a finger as he raised one foot, waist-high, then put it down forward. He held that pose for a second, as he turned everything above the waist towards Codi. Much as he'd like to get up and march off, he decided to show Codi a little of his cordial side. "Gonna go take a break juice break so my mind doesn't turn into mush, okay?" He stepped off towards the vending machine.
And on the other hand of things, it turned out a certain Nicholas had arrived on the scene, having ran through the rain and gotten doused with plenty of the liquid to make his hair at least a little wet. He shook his head as he walked in through the doors of the building, before taking note of something. He hadn't even drank much of his tea before. Crud. And he unfortunately could feel the yearning in his body for something sweet to drink. Maybe gatorade would do the trick. After all, he had always liked how they were sweet, and yet, not overpowering.
Within seconds, he looked around, and spotted a vending machine, with a student, seemingly a tad bit younger than himself who seemed to be sweating profusely, of all things, heading towards it. He considered it rude to step in front of someone, so he took the alternate route, moving to step behind the younger boy, as if to make a line in front of the vending machine. Notably, he quickly took out a dollar in change. He wasn't one who had skimped out on money, thankfully, his parents had given him a good deal of spending money since they had been aware he would likely need it here and there. And he was going to make sure to use it as best as he could.
Who is this sweat stain? Jago looked as another boy came out of no where. Just looked like another whiteboy. Nothin' special about him. But Jago had to give him props: he knew to step the hell aside. Jago flashed him a grin, the shit-eating kind, and sarcastically said, "Thank you!" As he went to go get his own drink. He got yet another Gatorade. A lime-flavored one. Personally, all Gatorade tasted like sugared piss, but damn did they get the job done. He quickly downed it as he leaned up against the vending machine. While he was drinking it, his eyes were on Nicholas the whole time. Sizing him up... That was barely even neccessary since this kid looked like a punk right off the bat. Though, he said the same thing about Codi! And she nearly punched through the Ultimate Shield. And little Jago wasn't expecting that. He'll have to see what Bitch-boy here is packing in terms of powers before he chalks him off as being worthless or not.
"Yo, you there," Jago started off, "What brings you to the training hall, hm?"
Well, -this- guy didn't seem too friendly. Nicholas quickly picked up on his attitude as soon as he gave him that grin. Ugh. Like he hasn't seen that pride before. Quickly, he simply nodded to the guy. He didn't want to cause any trouble, and thanks to Deborah, he was in a fairly good mood and was confident in the fact he wasn't about to let it get ruined by just -anyone-. After the guy got his drink, Nicholas walked up to the vending machine and inserted his money, getting a glacier cheery flavor, the white, almost mist-like color of the gatorade apparent as he opened it up and took a sip, before replacing the cap and winding it back on before looking at this fellow. "I was told it might be a good idea for me to come here to see if I could help others push themselves, being my power has the ability to do that." He stated, leaning against the wall next to the vending machine, taking another sip.
Now, little Nicholas here got Jago's attention. Helping others push themselves, that might be fun. Especially when Urchin-Girl over there nearly pushed him to his limits. "Huh... Funny," Jago took the Gatarade away from his lips, looking at Nicholas. "I'm here to push myself to my limits. If you get my jist." That grin got much larger. If Nicholas didn't get the hint, then white-boy right here must be dumber than a bag of hammers. In fact, Jago thought he should hit him with a bag of hammers just to get the point across that he dumb. Whatever, Jago still had a little trace of politeness in there somewhere. Introducing himself might be a start. "I'm Jago. You?" Your name is probably something really gay. Like Jeffery, or James... Anything with a J sounded gay.
Nicholas sharpened his eyes. Ugh...he could tell already, this guy wanted to just use him, most likely. He had dealt with that before, but not quite like this. He slowly sighed, snapping his fingers and forming a bright flame on his right thumb. "Right. I'm Nicholas, by the way. Also, hold still." He stated firmly, walking towards Jago and moving to press his thumb against Jago's own forehead, as the power of sheer improvement of inner morale would quickly find itself distributing through Jago's body as he spoke, the flame firmly remaining on Jago's head as Nicholas pulled his hand away, before taking a sip of his gatorade and continuing to lean against the wall. It wasn't that he meant to be rude, but he just didn't want to deal with this kind of person too long. He had a feeling he would have to anyways, but if there was one thing that irked him a little more than it should, it was people who used others for their own gain. Hrm...though...maybe it wouldn't turn out so bad.
"... You have one second to..." Jago threated as this fucking stranger decided to violate his personal space. Nicholas was two seconds away from getting the shit knocked out of him, when he did that fire thing. He felt... different. He felt like he could take on the world! For real this time. He never felt so uplifted in his life. Only one problem. "That's cool, white boy...." He grabbed Nicholas's hand, and pulled it away. "... But don't touch the valuable property, okay? That's gay." Jago sounded super cheeky throughout his little statement. You don't touch the grand champion you peasant! There's a place where kids like Nicholas belonged, and it was at Jago's feet. "What the hell was that, anyway?" Jago asked as he drunk even more Gatorade.
Nicholas frowned. Oh dear. Here we go. One of -these- guys. Ugh. He slowly nodded and closed his eyes. "Right, right. Anyways, it was my power. I'm...still unsure what to call it, but its some sort of flame that both is capable of healing and giving people little...bravery boosts? Perhaps the term "morale-boost" makes more sense." He stated after a moment of consideration. "It may sound pretty weak compared to some other people here, but I've been useful so far, so I haven't had a reason to really complain." He finished, before looking at the other equipment in the building. Great. He hoped he didn't get stuck being this guy's assistant at this rate because of his interest in his power. Ugh.
"... Wanna be my assistant?" Jago asked with a rather cheeky smile. White-boy here might not have much in terms of personality, looks, or probably not even money, but he sure as hell will useful for something. He would rather have Nicholas on his side than against him, because why not? He had enemies here, and Nicholas seemed like a real chipper. The kind of kid you could push around with a itty bitty bit of aggression. He would love to make this guy his bitch for the rest of the school year. "Yeah, man, you and I could make our own little team, ya' hear?" He started off. Maybe he should tell a little bit about himself... Or just his powers. Huh. Actually, now that he thought about it, his power probably works in synergy with Nicholas'. A healer, and a shielder. Probably could save someone's life if they ever need to. But naaaaah. Shit happens all the time, and it ain't like someone's going to attack this happy little school. If they did, Jago would trip Vespera.
"Yo," Jago started off, snapping his fingers. He created a shield between himself and Nicholas. Glowing purple and translucent. Not as big and thick as the shield he used to block Codi, because this was a quick demonstration! Give ol' Nicky boy here a taste of what's to come. "My power is to make shields, and ain't nothing can break them. In fact, they just took a beating and still were going strong!" Jago jerked his head awkwardly towards Codi. To get Nicholas to look at her - Though, with a body like that, who would? Ooooooh. Maybe some sexual fetishist is into urchins or hunchbacks. "So don't even think about cracking the ultimate shield."
Nicholas smiled. While instinctually, when he heard this, he was ready to cringe, a thought popped into his mind, hardly ever in older communities was a service offered without something in return. And that was the exact angle he wanted to play off of. He had been told he could use his healing factor to pull off stunts that he normally wouldn't be able to, and survive relatively unharmed afterwards. With that in mind, he rose up his index finger after looking at the girl with the strange hunchback. Hrm. He recognized her. She had been carrying that one girl...Theresa, yes. He hadn't gotten this girl's name yet, so he would have to ask later. And this fellow's power was interesting...and yet, he had reason to believe that the 'ultimate shield' wasn't so ultimate. Based on how this guy was talking he -may- have been exaggerating his abilities...or maybe he was serious and Nicholas didn't know what he was talking about.
"Alright, but only on a few conditions. This isn't going to be a one way deal. I help you, you gotta help me. I plan on pushing myself physically and learning to adapt new ways to use my abilities for more than just outright healing. Because of that, I'll need someone to test different ideas with, and I'm not saying you'll have to be a punching bag, because you have those shields, after all. Furthermore, I'm no one's servant. I might be nice, but I'm nice because I have a -choice- to be. You take that away, and you'll find yourself assistant-less. Sound fair?" He asked, before simply taking another sip of his gatorade. Nicholas was nice most of the time, but the one thing he -was not- going to let happen was to be bullied around by someone who looked younger than him.
Looks like white-boy here is at least trying to have a spine. Trying and succeeding are two different things, but Jago had to give him props here. "Maaaaaaan," Jago gave Nicholas an aside-glance, laughing boisterously, "Think I'm some rich bitch that never got worked? I don't need an assistant, so don't worry about that." He had to answer the man-servant comment, because he wasn't going to let him think he needs one. The rest was ultimately what Jago wanted to hear. He knew that Urchin-girl probably had some reefs to fuck, so he doubted she would make a good training buddy. But Nicky-boy here? At least he'd make a training bud. Maybe not a good one, but Jago's options were running out. "Sure, sure... I give what I take." He laughed, "You help me, I help you, get it?"
Though, Jago had some other ideas. He started walking up into the training floor. He stopped and turned halfway towards Nicholas, "What? Don't want to get started now? Believable Nicky! I had such high hopes for you."
Nicholas Raynor, & Deborah Termellio.
Nicholas slowly walked along the hallways of the dormitories, the lit halls enough to expose the pure sadness on his face. These moments of his...happened, from time to time. It wasn't the first, and it wasn't to be last, he was sure, but for the most part, there had to be someone to come along and steal his joy. Whether it was bullies, strangers, or outright students in the same school which he had -thought- had been for those who could perhaps bear to understand him. Apparently, even though he was a meta, he was still out of place. Or...maybe she was out of place? He didn't know...infact, right now, he felt so wishy-washy that his own mind began to play tricks on him. Another darned symptom of his paranoia. He sighed, before slowly allowing himself to slump one of the hallways near the student lounge, learning against the wall and slowly sliding down to his knees, before closing his eyes...maybe he just needed to get away. Find a safe place to read...
"Hey." Deborah said, standing over him. She slid against the wall and landed on her behind. "Mind if I have a seat?" This kid caught her attention from one look... She knew that he was in some sort of emotional trauma (The school, and it's people, are too much for him). She was always the kind of person who'd play therapist, the girl that everyone came to spill all their problems. Just... being that shoulder everyone cries on. New or not, this boy would not be different. But all she needed was a little bit of subtlety. Just start things off slow. "You don't look too good, boy, what's wrong?"
Nicholas slowly looked up at Deborah. Mind if she had a seat?...Well, not really. Especially since she wasn't outright threatening to beat his head in or something along those lines. He had experienced much worse introductions. He didn't bother to respond though, as she already took her seat. He sighed as she did so, no point in saying anything if she was going to do it anyways. "...I guess I don't look too good, either. But...its not really something you should care about. I mean, this school is full of all sorts of people who would rather me shut up about it, right?"
"Boy, who's got you hopped up on that thinking?" Deborah started laughing, not in the "I'm mocking you" way, but more in the uplifting way. People here are assholes, Debs knows that more than anyone else here, but if you let them get to you, then that's not good for you. "Boy, yeah, this school is full of people like that," Deborah started off giving Nicholas an affirming nod. "But you can't let them get to you like that. You're basically letting them control you."
Nicholas found himself slowly nodding...before sighing. "I know, I know...but all I did was just try to be nice to a darn ginger-haired girl because she looked stressed, I offered to share some strawberry cake with her, and she goes ballistic on me, as if my very gesture is stupid in and of itself. She then proceeds to demand why I'm trying to be nice to her, and tell me that this school is only full of jerks, and asked me which one I was going to be. I...I don't know. I don't want to be any of them. Even if it means being ostracized again, I'de rather be alone than become one of a great many jerks this school apparently has." He finally finished ranting, before looking up at her, parting his semi-long bangs a bit. "You know what I mean?"
Um... Does he mean Shannon? Because that sounds like her. Deborah nervously scratched the back of her neck. At least Shannon is more... friendly... when Deborah herself is with it. At least she'd keep that cynical attitude to herself. But that wasn't the point here, she was going to have another 'talk' with Shannon later in her bed quarters... Hehe... there won't be lots of talking then. Deborah brushed a strand or two of hair back a bit. "You don't have to worry about... uh... being an asshole. Yes, there are people like that in this schol, but you want to know what this school has for every asshole...?" She put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a reaffirming smile. ".. A good soul. The kind of people who make life matter. And you just found one of them." It was foolish to say that she was a good person, that was a title that should only be given to others, not to yourself.
Nicholas found himself slowly nodding, before sighing again, just resting his back against the wall. "I know you're right. And...I appreciate your help. Its just...I spent a great deal of effort and energy making sure others were alright, and...I just wanted to sit down and maybe have a pleasant conversation, ya know? Its not like its a terrible thing to ask. But...I think you're right when you say there are some really nice people here." He paused, scratching the back of his head and beginning to summarize his thoughts again. "I'm...Nicholas, by the way. Nicholas Raynor. Its a pleasure to meet you, miss."
"Deborah Termellio, school gossip gal." Deborah introduced herself in return. Which she felt took piority over responding to the rest of his statement. Boy, what Shannon said must have hit him hard. She could have mediated Shannon. "That's good that you care about others Nicholas, don't let anyone tell you otherwise." That was the first thing Deborah said. "If you wanted someone to talk to, there's me..." She looked away for a second, "... And don't really worry too much about Shannon... she's... just like that... and believe it or not, my best friend." And my one true love.
"Oh...so you know her, then?...alright. And if you don't mind, I'de love to talk with you a bit. Though...something about her did seem off, ya know? Like...I don't know, but she seemed like she was just having a bad day to me." He stated, looking at the floor.
"Well... That's kinda the way she is," Deborah started off, nodding, "She isn't the type to make friends. She just keeps to herself... or me, haha."
"Oh, if I had known that, I wouldn't have bothered her, considering her attitude. Nonetheless, I'll keep that in mind for the future. So...do you mind if I ask what your power is?" He finished, finally looking back up at Deborah, his saddened face having begun to try to express a bit more happiness at this turn of events.
"No, not at all." Deborah smiled at Nick. She was completely comfortable with Nick, she knew that he was one of the good people around these parts. He shouldn't get too mad about knowing her power. "Well... My power is basically getting information by making connections between two different things and filling in the blanks. You know, cause and effect." She stopped for a second to let him take in the information. "For example, I knew you weren't doing too well because of some not-so-good interactions."
Nick blinked, tilting his head. "...Oh, that's a power?...Cool. Em, I suppose I'm just used to the typical things. As for me...well, its not -that- interesting, but..." He stated, before his left hand's index finger's tip came alight with a small, white flame. "This is my power. Don't worry, it doesn't burn. In fact, you can touch it, if you want. Its a healing flame, used to heal people, obviously. Its...kind of a weird concept, I suppose. I don't know why my flames heal people naturally rather than hurt them...but I prefer it that way, ya know?"
Healing power... Interesting. It reminded Deborah of Vera, where ever that woman is. Deborah could always appreciate a nice healing power. Because, if it wasn't for a healing power, she wouldn't be walking right today. "Believe me Nicholas, I find all powers interesting." She was being truthful here. She has seen many powers, and each of them had a person behind them, with their own story. "Someone with your power set can really do some good, you know? I've... always had the belief that while people can do very bad with their powers, at the same time they have the potential to do great things for others."
Nicholas nodded again, as his flame grew larger with her encouragement. His smile widened, as the sadness finally began to fully fade from his face. "Thanks. Thats one of the nicest things I've heard all day. Though, thats...not the whole truth about my flame. You see, my flame does...well, a little bit more than heal people. I've felt myself like it kind of gives you sort of...a clarity. Yeah, we'll go with that, a clarity of the situation, helping you overcome your hindrances and fears. Infact...I often use it when I'm in fearful or painful situations. If you would like to see for yourself, feel free to touch the flame for yourself. Don't worry, nothing about it will harm you." He stated, smiling widely as his blue eyes watched in anticipation.
There wasn't any reason for Deborah not to trust him (He is telling the truth). So she just stuck her hand in it, and felt the morale boosting effects surge through her. It almost caused a high (It is altering your mind, removing your fear, and boosting your bravery). This power of hers was great for telling her when she's encountering mind altering powers! Her will-power would have allowed her to resist it, if she truly wanted to. That was the difference between Nicholas's . "This is... astounding, Nicholas." However, she quickly pulled her hand away. "You can really help people with this..." Deborah quickly stood straight up. "It was nice meeting you, Nicholas, but I think I should go have a talk with Shannon..." She started walking off.
Before she escaped his line of sight, she stopped for a moment and raised a finger. "How about you go swing by the training hall? You might find someone there to practice with you. You might even find an arena team." She left his line of sight.
Nick slowly nodded at her suggestion, before getting up and off the floor. Actually, that sounded like a great idea. Not only that, but he could spend some time himself practicing a few things in his mind involving his powers. Nothing revolutionary, mind you, just some small ideas. "I will, Deborah! Thank you for all your help!" He exclaimed. And with that, he quickly walked down the hallway towards the exit of the building. It seemed Deborah was right. There really was a good soul for every bad one, and he hoped that he was, at least, one of the good ones. Next time, perhaps he won't get so down when someone criticized him for no reason?...He would work on it, for sure.
Nicholas slowly walked along the hallways of the dormitories, the lit halls enough to expose the pure sadness on his face. These moments of his...happened, from time to time. It wasn't the first, and it wasn't to be last, he was sure, but for the most part, there had to be someone to come along and steal his joy. Whether it was bullies, strangers, or outright students in the same school which he had -thought- had been for those who could perhaps bear to understand him. Apparently, even though he was a meta, he was still out of place. Or...maybe she was out of place? He didn't know...infact, right now, he felt so wishy-washy that his own mind began to play tricks on him. Another darned symptom of his paranoia. He sighed, before slowly allowing himself to slump one of the hallways near the student lounge, learning against the wall and slowly sliding down to his knees, before closing his eyes...maybe he just needed to get away. Find a safe place to read...
"Hey." Deborah said, standing over him. She slid against the wall and landed on her behind. "Mind if I have a seat?" This kid caught her attention from one look... She knew that he was in some sort of emotional trauma (The school, and it's people, are too much for him). She was always the kind of person who'd play therapist, the girl that everyone came to spill all their problems. Just... being that shoulder everyone cries on. New or not, this boy would not be different. But all she needed was a little bit of subtlety. Just start things off slow. "You don't look too good, boy, what's wrong?"
Nicholas slowly looked up at Deborah. Mind if she had a seat?...Well, not really. Especially since she wasn't outright threatening to beat his head in or something along those lines. He had experienced much worse introductions. He didn't bother to respond though, as she already took her seat. He sighed as she did so, no point in saying anything if she was going to do it anyways. "...I guess I don't look too good, either. But...its not really something you should care about. I mean, this school is full of all sorts of people who would rather me shut up about it, right?"
"Boy, who's got you hopped up on that thinking?" Deborah started laughing, not in the "I'm mocking you" way, but more in the uplifting way. People here are assholes, Debs knows that more than anyone else here, but if you let them get to you, then that's not good for you. "Boy, yeah, this school is full of people like that," Deborah started off giving Nicholas an affirming nod. "But you can't let them get to you like that. You're basically letting them control you."
Nicholas found himself slowly nodding...before sighing. "I know, I know...but all I did was just try to be nice to a darn ginger-haired girl because she looked stressed, I offered to share some strawberry cake with her, and she goes ballistic on me, as if my very gesture is stupid in and of itself. She then proceeds to demand why I'm trying to be nice to her, and tell me that this school is only full of jerks, and asked me which one I was going to be. I...I don't know. I don't want to be any of them. Even if it means being ostracized again, I'de rather be alone than become one of a great many jerks this school apparently has." He finally finished ranting, before looking up at her, parting his semi-long bangs a bit. "You know what I mean?"
Um... Does he mean Shannon? Because that sounds like her. Deborah nervously scratched the back of her neck. At least Shannon is more... friendly... when Deborah herself is with it. At least she'd keep that cynical attitude to herself. But that wasn't the point here, she was going to have another 'talk' with Shannon later in her bed quarters... Hehe... there won't be lots of talking then. Deborah brushed a strand or two of hair back a bit. "You don't have to worry about... uh... being an asshole. Yes, there are people like that in this schol, but you want to know what this school has for every asshole...?" She put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a reaffirming smile. ".. A good soul. The kind of people who make life matter. And you just found one of them." It was foolish to say that she was a good person, that was a title that should only be given to others, not to yourself.
Nicholas found himself slowly nodding, before sighing again, just resting his back against the wall. "I know you're right. And...I appreciate your help. Its just...I spent a great deal of effort and energy making sure others were alright, and...I just wanted to sit down and maybe have a pleasant conversation, ya know? Its not like its a terrible thing to ask. But...I think you're right when you say there are some really nice people here." He paused, scratching the back of his head and beginning to summarize his thoughts again. "I'm...Nicholas, by the way. Nicholas Raynor. Its a pleasure to meet you, miss."
"Deborah Termellio, school gossip gal." Deborah introduced herself in return. Which she felt took piority over responding to the rest of his statement. Boy, what Shannon said must have hit him hard. She could have mediated Shannon. "That's good that you care about others Nicholas, don't let anyone tell you otherwise." That was the first thing Deborah said. "If you wanted someone to talk to, there's me..." She looked away for a second, "... And don't really worry too much about Shannon... she's... just like that... and believe it or not, my best friend." And my one true love.
"Oh...so you know her, then?...alright. And if you don't mind, I'de love to talk with you a bit. Though...something about her did seem off, ya know? Like...I don't know, but she seemed like she was just having a bad day to me." He stated, looking at the floor.
"Well... That's kinda the way she is," Deborah started off, nodding, "She isn't the type to make friends. She just keeps to herself... or me, haha."
"Oh, if I had known that, I wouldn't have bothered her, considering her attitude. Nonetheless, I'll keep that in mind for the future. So...do you mind if I ask what your power is?" He finished, finally looking back up at Deborah, his saddened face having begun to try to express a bit more happiness at this turn of events.
"No, not at all." Deborah smiled at Nick. She was completely comfortable with Nick, she knew that he was one of the good people around these parts. He shouldn't get too mad about knowing her power. "Well... My power is basically getting information by making connections between two different things and filling in the blanks. You know, cause and effect." She stopped for a second to let him take in the information. "For example, I knew you weren't doing too well because of some not-so-good interactions."
Nick blinked, tilting his head. "...Oh, that's a power?...Cool. Em, I suppose I'm just used to the typical things. As for me...well, its not -that- interesting, but..." He stated, before his left hand's index finger's tip came alight with a small, white flame. "This is my power. Don't worry, it doesn't burn. In fact, you can touch it, if you want. Its a healing flame, used to heal people, obviously. Its...kind of a weird concept, I suppose. I don't know why my flames heal people naturally rather than hurt them...but I prefer it that way, ya know?"
Healing power... Interesting. It reminded Deborah of Vera, where ever that woman is. Deborah could always appreciate a nice healing power. Because, if it wasn't for a healing power, she wouldn't be walking right today. "Believe me Nicholas, I find all powers interesting." She was being truthful here. She has seen many powers, and each of them had a person behind them, with their own story. "Someone with your power set can really do some good, you know? I've... always had the belief that while people can do very bad with their powers, at the same time they have the potential to do great things for others."
Nicholas nodded again, as his flame grew larger with her encouragement. His smile widened, as the sadness finally began to fully fade from his face. "Thanks. Thats one of the nicest things I've heard all day. Though, thats...not the whole truth about my flame. You see, my flame does...well, a little bit more than heal people. I've felt myself like it kind of gives you sort of...a clarity. Yeah, we'll go with that, a clarity of the situation, helping you overcome your hindrances and fears. Infact...I often use it when I'm in fearful or painful situations. If you would like to see for yourself, feel free to touch the flame for yourself. Don't worry, nothing about it will harm you." He stated, smiling widely as his blue eyes watched in anticipation.
There wasn't any reason for Deborah not to trust him (He is telling the truth). So she just stuck her hand in it, and felt the morale boosting effects surge through her. It almost caused a high (It is altering your mind, removing your fear, and boosting your bravery). This power of hers was great for telling her when she's encountering mind altering powers! Her will-power would have allowed her to resist it, if she truly wanted to. That was the difference between Nicholas's . "This is... astounding, Nicholas." However, she quickly pulled her hand away. "You can really help people with this..." Deborah quickly stood straight up. "It was nice meeting you, Nicholas, but I think I should go have a talk with Shannon..." She started walking off.
Before she escaped his line of sight, she stopped for a moment and raised a finger. "How about you go swing by the training hall? You might find someone there to practice with you. You might even find an arena team." She left his line of sight.
Nick slowly nodded at her suggestion, before getting up and off the floor. Actually, that sounded like a great idea. Not only that, but he could spend some time himself practicing a few things in his mind involving his powers. Nothing revolutionary, mind you, just some small ideas. "I will, Deborah! Thank you for all your help!" He exclaimed. And with that, he quickly walked down the hallway towards the exit of the building. It seemed Deborah was right. There really was a good soul for every bad one, and he hoped that he was, at least, one of the good ones. Next time, perhaps he won't get so down when someone criticized him for no reason?...He would work on it, for sure.
Nicholas Raynor & Shannon Balore
After a moment or two of resting, he smiled, before sighing, looking up at the teacher. "I appreciate that offer, but only if I can earn it. I'm not using my abilities to take short cuts, sir. Maybe we'll discuss that later. Right now, I feel like grabbing a bite and taking some time to rest. If you need me, I'll be at the cafe." And with that, he finished his winding statement, slowly standing up, taking in another deep breath, and making his way out of the hospital, taking the time to continue to gather deep breaths. It was -true-, the additional healing had taken some strength out of him and made his trek harder, but it wasn't -that- difficult to walk at his own pace.
Moments later, Nicholas found himself feeling a tad bit better, much more capable of walking at a decent pace without being out of breath. Not only that, but he stood in front of the entrance to the cafe, slowly moving to open the door and walk in. He observed his surroundings and looked over the menu, haven't yet done so before, before simply ordering a simple chicken panini and a hot tea to go with it. After retrieving his meal, he looked around the cafe. It seemed like not an awful lot of people were here, which were to his tastes. However, a certain person with ginger hair caught his eye. Something about that atmosphere she gave off about her...she looked awful stressed. Or maybe just upset over something. And yet...
He moved towards her table, taking his hot tea and sandwich with him before standing across the table from her, looking down at her. "If you don't mind, miss, I'm going to sit here." He simply stated, not trying to sound rude or forceful in the least. If anything, his voice would come off as still somewhat tired from the work he had done with the others, and maybe a bit concerned? Hrm. Maybe she wouldn't notice that last bit. With that, he slowly took a seat across from her, not trying to impede her personal space by keeping his items close to his side, quickly moving to take a sip of the hot tea. Ah...green tea. He did enjoy it. Just like that, a smile moved across his face, as his body was filled with its natural warmth.
Oh in fact, I do mind. Shannon rolled her eyes up into her head as yet another annoyance decided to help himself to her table. She knew she was good-looking, but, seriously, why is she attracting all the people she doesn't want to talk to? Shannon gave Nicholas a good look, he looked like a real Boy-scout... Reminded her a bit of Ethan - Hopefully he won't be as irritating. But otherwise, this kid was unremarkable as they get. For once, Shannon was going to contain her immediate contempt, and go finish her cake. She was down to a few bites, and it was so great that she'll have to get another. Remind me to tip the waitress. She thought to herself with a smile. "I can't object too much since you've already helped yourself, now can I?" She said with a little smirk. If this boy was looking for a date (Or the rest of her cake) then he's going to very disappointed.
Even as Nicholas finished downing a good portion of his tea, he couldn't help but hear this girl's complaint. He smiled a little, looking up to her. "Its not that I mean to intrude...its just, well, I know everyone has a hard time adjusting to a new school, right? I'm kind of new here, myself, and you seemed interesting, so I dropped by to say hi. Meet new people, ya know?" He stated.
Don't mean to intrude? Well, he did that the second he walked over here. But maybe Shannon will keep her mouth shut for now. Maybe not. Depends on what (she thinks) this kid's up to. Going off that "I'm new here" story (Which she has heard a thousand times already) he just wants to integrate himself in some group... Or something else. Shannon couldn't peg it that well. He was too young to be looking for a date, at least in her. He barely looked like he's sixteen. "I heard that one before." She cynically said. "Just that I'm probably not the best choice for a first chit-chat..." Shannon was easily the hardest person here to get a good first impression on. It was because of her rather high standards.
Though, that was only half the truth. He could tell, just by looking at her. The quickness in her eating her cake, the composure of her body language...she wasn't too comfortable with him. He wondered, though...he looked over her cake. When a waitress walked by, he quickly rose his hand. "Excuse me, miss. Em...could I get another cake just like her own?" He asked eagerly. She nodded, and went on her way, before turning back to the girl. Maybe it was just a hunch, but perhaps by keeping more of that cake here...she would stick around? Something to make her chill out, perhaps. Moments later, the cake arrived, fork and all. Nicholas split the cake in half, carefully so, before moving to take a bite out of his half. It was...delicious. Just how the frosting and cake layering melted in his mouth. Oh god...that waitress needed a tip. He couldn't help but smile goofily as the cake satisfied any sweet craving he had, to the point that he utterly ignored the cynical statements she had made, blissfully unaware through his ecstasy.
"Strawberry." Shannon just had to say the second Nicholas asked for a cake. Shannon was personally wondering what this child was trying to accomplish. Was he getting a cake for her, or himself? That was the golden question. But it quickly turned out to be for himself. Which was great, since Shannon would have vehemently rejected it, and probably walked away. Though, the stupid look this kid had on his face as he ate the cake made her think he got some sort of sick sexual satisfaction from it. The people this academy attracts by the boatload....
"Oh...em, sorry." He stated, widening his eyes at just how much he was enjoying this cake and looking so silly he was in front of a girl, of all things. Though, this wasn't the first time, either. He had made silly mistakes like this before, and had gotten all kind of mean comments thrown at him in public. He quickly wiped his mouth of any crumbs he had on his mouth from the cake with a napkin. "Thanks for pointing out the kind of cake you had." He stated, before looking down at the cake...crud. He just realized. He...well, he was planning on giving part of this to her. Luckily, he had halved it beforehand. "Oh...em...sorry. Are you still hungry? If so, you can have a piece, if you want!"
"No." Shannon snapped. She didn't want any of this child's cake... Those faces he was making turned her off from ever eating this stranger's cake. "Sorry, but, I can't be won over with gifts from complete strangers..." She cynically said again, narrowing her brown eyes.
Nicholas couldn't help but widen his eyes. Oh dear...thats when he felt it. A certain fear he had felt many times before, creeping into his mind. That certain sense, that unutterable feeling of loneliness slowly and surely isolating himself from the others as reality struck. Had she really thought of him as someone who was trying to 'win her over' with cake? He was just trying to be nice, thats all. And maybe at the same time, make a new friend? Slowly, he closed his eyes. "...My name is Nick. I didn't mean to win you over at all. I saw you stressed, and I just thought I would try to cheer someone up. Forgive me for being wrong." He stated simply, no longer sounding happy or joyful. In fact, in one fell stroke, the girl had just killed whatever happiness he had found that day. Nicholas was admittedly a gentle guy. He didn't like upsetting people. He lowered his head in shame, and sighed, gently pushing his cake away from himself.
"... Then tell me what you get out of it?" Shannon was quick to reply. She hadn't finished her cake on purpose, because she had to give this kid a reality check. "What do you possibly get out of cheering a complete stranger...?" She asked, very curious to what response this kiddo would come up with.
Slowly, the young man constructed the words proper in his mind, before speaking out, with less enthusiasm with before. "...I just thought that you looked like you were having a bad day, and if I was in a bad way like that, then I know I would like someone to help me out too, ya know? Do to others what you would do for yourself?...Besides..."
Oh goody. Another super nice imposter. Just when Shannon couldn't get enough of them. She sneered, and rolled her eyes behind her spectacles. "Spare me the nice guy routine." She was quick to insert. "Nobody is nice just because, I've learned that time and time again...." She trailed off, rolling her eyes up into her head. She brushed some strands of her hair back behind her head. "Everyone who slaps the 'good' or 'nice' title on themselves always want something, even if they have to fake their true nature," She shrugged, "Status, money, or simply just want to feel important... It's all something they can get from other."
Nicholas was taken aback. He thought over this for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. "...Maybe you're right about some people, but I just...wanted someone to talk to and relate to, maybe even have a friend? I've had weird time here so far. One girl wanted to get in my pants just because...another, a girl named Gabe, gave me a death stare just for trying to help out a friend who was being interrogated viciously by her just because she was in an accident with Jaska. I'm tired from everything I've done so far, and I just came here hoping to maybe relax and have a conversation with someone who seemed interesting to me, ya know?...Or maybe I just come off as some sort of creepy kid. I don't know."
So Mr. Nice guy was having a bad day? Tough luck. People here have bad lives and you don't see them complain. But whatever. "You best get used to people like that..." Shannon said as she took a long sip of her coffee (Which she honestly forgot was even there!). She broke eye contact with Nicholas for a moment and closed her eyes. Before she gently pressed her coffee cup against the table. "You've just entered the biggest cesspool of arrogant assholes, sociopaths, power hungry maniacs, and narcissists you've ever seen... Where do you lie?"
Nicholas shook his head. He...didn't know. If anything, he was always taught to not be any of those things. Both from personal study to how his mother taught him. He never wanted to be any of those things. And so, he stood up, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and placing it on the table beside his food. "...Thats for the meal. You can take the rest as a tip, ma'am." He spoke to the waitress, before looking at the ginger-haired girl. "...I don't know. And if it were up to me, I would rather not be any of them." He stated. With that, he left the whole sandwich, what remained of the tea, and the partially-eaten cake behind, moving to step out towards the door of the cafe. He slowly stepped out into the rain, lacking an umbrella as his clothes slowly got soaked as he wandered towards the student dormitories. Maybe he should just take some time to himself there...maybe people weren't in the lounge anymore...
After a moment or two of resting, he smiled, before sighing, looking up at the teacher. "I appreciate that offer, but only if I can earn it. I'm not using my abilities to take short cuts, sir. Maybe we'll discuss that later. Right now, I feel like grabbing a bite and taking some time to rest. If you need me, I'll be at the cafe." And with that, he finished his winding statement, slowly standing up, taking in another deep breath, and making his way out of the hospital, taking the time to continue to gather deep breaths. It was -true-, the additional healing had taken some strength out of him and made his trek harder, but it wasn't -that- difficult to walk at his own pace.
Moments later, Nicholas found himself feeling a tad bit better, much more capable of walking at a decent pace without being out of breath. Not only that, but he stood in front of the entrance to the cafe, slowly moving to open the door and walk in. He observed his surroundings and looked over the menu, haven't yet done so before, before simply ordering a simple chicken panini and a hot tea to go with it. After retrieving his meal, he looked around the cafe. It seemed like not an awful lot of people were here, which were to his tastes. However, a certain person with ginger hair caught his eye. Something about that atmosphere she gave off about her...she looked awful stressed. Or maybe just upset over something. And yet...
He moved towards her table, taking his hot tea and sandwich with him before standing across the table from her, looking down at her. "If you don't mind, miss, I'm going to sit here." He simply stated, not trying to sound rude or forceful in the least. If anything, his voice would come off as still somewhat tired from the work he had done with the others, and maybe a bit concerned? Hrm. Maybe she wouldn't notice that last bit. With that, he slowly took a seat across from her, not trying to impede her personal space by keeping his items close to his side, quickly moving to take a sip of the hot tea. Ah...green tea. He did enjoy it. Just like that, a smile moved across his face, as his body was filled with its natural warmth.
Oh in fact, I do mind. Shannon rolled her eyes up into her head as yet another annoyance decided to help himself to her table. She knew she was good-looking, but, seriously, why is she attracting all the people she doesn't want to talk to? Shannon gave Nicholas a good look, he looked like a real Boy-scout... Reminded her a bit of Ethan - Hopefully he won't be as irritating. But otherwise, this kid was unremarkable as they get. For once, Shannon was going to contain her immediate contempt, and go finish her cake. She was down to a few bites, and it was so great that she'll have to get another. Remind me to tip the waitress. She thought to herself with a smile. "I can't object too much since you've already helped yourself, now can I?" She said with a little smirk. If this boy was looking for a date (Or the rest of her cake) then he's going to very disappointed.
Even as Nicholas finished downing a good portion of his tea, he couldn't help but hear this girl's complaint. He smiled a little, looking up to her. "Its not that I mean to intrude...its just, well, I know everyone has a hard time adjusting to a new school, right? I'm kind of new here, myself, and you seemed interesting, so I dropped by to say hi. Meet new people, ya know?" He stated.
Don't mean to intrude? Well, he did that the second he walked over here. But maybe Shannon will keep her mouth shut for now. Maybe not. Depends on what (she thinks) this kid's up to. Going off that "I'm new here" story (Which she has heard a thousand times already) he just wants to integrate himself in some group... Or something else. Shannon couldn't peg it that well. He was too young to be looking for a date, at least in her. He barely looked like he's sixteen. "I heard that one before." She cynically said. "Just that I'm probably not the best choice for a first chit-chat..." Shannon was easily the hardest person here to get a good first impression on. It was because of her rather high standards.
Though, that was only half the truth. He could tell, just by looking at her. The quickness in her eating her cake, the composure of her body language...she wasn't too comfortable with him. He wondered, though...he looked over her cake. When a waitress walked by, he quickly rose his hand. "Excuse me, miss. Em...could I get another cake just like her own?" He asked eagerly. She nodded, and went on her way, before turning back to the girl. Maybe it was just a hunch, but perhaps by keeping more of that cake here...she would stick around? Something to make her chill out, perhaps. Moments later, the cake arrived, fork and all. Nicholas split the cake in half, carefully so, before moving to take a bite out of his half. It was...delicious. Just how the frosting and cake layering melted in his mouth. Oh god...that waitress needed a tip. He couldn't help but smile goofily as the cake satisfied any sweet craving he had, to the point that he utterly ignored the cynical statements she had made, blissfully unaware through his ecstasy.
"Strawberry." Shannon just had to say the second Nicholas asked for a cake. Shannon was personally wondering what this child was trying to accomplish. Was he getting a cake for her, or himself? That was the golden question. But it quickly turned out to be for himself. Which was great, since Shannon would have vehemently rejected it, and probably walked away. Though, the stupid look this kid had on his face as he ate the cake made her think he got some sort of sick sexual satisfaction from it. The people this academy attracts by the boatload....
"Oh...em, sorry." He stated, widening his eyes at just how much he was enjoying this cake and looking so silly he was in front of a girl, of all things. Though, this wasn't the first time, either. He had made silly mistakes like this before, and had gotten all kind of mean comments thrown at him in public. He quickly wiped his mouth of any crumbs he had on his mouth from the cake with a napkin. "Thanks for pointing out the kind of cake you had." He stated, before looking down at the cake...crud. He just realized. He...well, he was planning on giving part of this to her. Luckily, he had halved it beforehand. "Oh...em...sorry. Are you still hungry? If so, you can have a piece, if you want!"
"No." Shannon snapped. She didn't want any of this child's cake... Those faces he was making turned her off from ever eating this stranger's cake. "Sorry, but, I can't be won over with gifts from complete strangers..." She cynically said again, narrowing her brown eyes.
Nicholas couldn't help but widen his eyes. Oh dear...thats when he felt it. A certain fear he had felt many times before, creeping into his mind. That certain sense, that unutterable feeling of loneliness slowly and surely isolating himself from the others as reality struck. Had she really thought of him as someone who was trying to 'win her over' with cake? He was just trying to be nice, thats all. And maybe at the same time, make a new friend? Slowly, he closed his eyes. "...My name is Nick. I didn't mean to win you over at all. I saw you stressed, and I just thought I would try to cheer someone up. Forgive me for being wrong." He stated simply, no longer sounding happy or joyful. In fact, in one fell stroke, the girl had just killed whatever happiness he had found that day. Nicholas was admittedly a gentle guy. He didn't like upsetting people. He lowered his head in shame, and sighed, gently pushing his cake away from himself.
"... Then tell me what you get out of it?" Shannon was quick to reply. She hadn't finished her cake on purpose, because she had to give this kid a reality check. "What do you possibly get out of cheering a complete stranger...?" She asked, very curious to what response this kiddo would come up with.
Slowly, the young man constructed the words proper in his mind, before speaking out, with less enthusiasm with before. "...I just thought that you looked like you were having a bad day, and if I was in a bad way like that, then I know I would like someone to help me out too, ya know? Do to others what you would do for yourself?...Besides..."
Oh goody. Another super nice imposter. Just when Shannon couldn't get enough of them. She sneered, and rolled her eyes behind her spectacles. "Spare me the nice guy routine." She was quick to insert. "Nobody is nice just because, I've learned that time and time again...." She trailed off, rolling her eyes up into her head. She brushed some strands of her hair back behind her head. "Everyone who slaps the 'good' or 'nice' title on themselves always want something, even if they have to fake their true nature," She shrugged, "Status, money, or simply just want to feel important... It's all something they can get from other."
Nicholas was taken aback. He thought over this for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. "...Maybe you're right about some people, but I just...wanted someone to talk to and relate to, maybe even have a friend? I've had weird time here so far. One girl wanted to get in my pants just because...another, a girl named Gabe, gave me a death stare just for trying to help out a friend who was being interrogated viciously by her just because she was in an accident with Jaska. I'm tired from everything I've done so far, and I just came here hoping to maybe relax and have a conversation with someone who seemed interesting to me, ya know?...Or maybe I just come off as some sort of creepy kid. I don't know."
So Mr. Nice guy was having a bad day? Tough luck. People here have bad lives and you don't see them complain. But whatever. "You best get used to people like that..." Shannon said as she took a long sip of her coffee (Which she honestly forgot was even there!). She broke eye contact with Nicholas for a moment and closed her eyes. Before she gently pressed her coffee cup against the table. "You've just entered the biggest cesspool of arrogant assholes, sociopaths, power hungry maniacs, and narcissists you've ever seen... Where do you lie?"
Nicholas shook his head. He...didn't know. If anything, he was always taught to not be any of those things. Both from personal study to how his mother taught him. He never wanted to be any of those things. And so, he stood up, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and placing it on the table beside his food. "...Thats for the meal. You can take the rest as a tip, ma'am." He spoke to the waitress, before looking at the ginger-haired girl. "...I don't know. And if it were up to me, I would rather not be any of them." He stated. With that, he left the whole sandwich, what remained of the tea, and the partially-eaten cake behind, moving to step out towards the door of the cafe. He slowly stepped out into the rain, lacking an umbrella as his clothes slowly got soaked as he wandered towards the student dormitories. Maybe he should just take some time to himself there...maybe people weren't in the lounge anymore...
Well, that sounds -quite- mysterious! Woohooooo....
By the way, I sent ya a message, Est, in case you missed it!
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