Ferrin quickly got off the ship and stretched in the cool breeze.
Ah, after awhile on that thing the atmosphere get hot, cramped, and stifling. He thought. He wandered away until he was out of sight of everyone else.
Now then, I have a little time until the ceremony, for now lets explore. He grinned as he pulled out an iron coin and dropped it. As soon as it left his hand, he activated his semblance transparent blue lines appeared in his vision, leading from the center of his chest to every source of iron around him.
So much iron. This is why I love the cities! With no apparent gesture, he Pushed off the coin, sending him flying through the air, His duster flapping behind him.
Well, not exactly flying, He thought,
More like falling in the wrong direction. He Pulled hard on a rooftop, jerking him off course, sending him toward it. As he hit it, he took the impact on his claw and he flipped up so he was standing on it. As an afterthought he Pulled on the coin and effortlessly caught it, putting it back in the pouch. He shaded his eyes with his left hand and looked around.
Not a bad view, His eyes fell on the tall central tower.
But I bet I'll get a better one from up there. His grin returned in full force as he took a running leap and Pushed off the building. It was exhilarating, he loved the feeling of soaring, having thrown off gravity's chains. His semblance was the best, sure others could call and control fire or Control magnetism, but very few could fly and none could do even half the things his could. He angled his flight to a slightly higher rooftop and Pushed off of it without even landing. He went from rooftop to rooftop using a coin whenever he needed to, reclaiming it when he could.
Eventually he reached the base of the tower. He looked up, straight up. He realized he had never attempted to climb something that high before. But that wouldn't deter him and started his assent. He concentrated and
Pushed off the roof he was standing on. He flew up, still Pushing until he just about was out of range. He Pulled himself to the side of the tower, about twenty-five stories up, and clung there, deciding his next move. He climbed to a window-sile with a darkened window. He looked up carefully judging trajectory and wind speed. He dropped a coin and launched himself up. He Pulled himself to a ledge, about five stories higher than he was before. He reclaimed the coin and repeated the maneuver until he reached the outward splayed part of the tower.
Here comes the tricky part. Ferrin set the coin against the stone side of the tower, and located a rather large and close bit of iron, judging by the thickness and solidity of it's line.
Probably some framework of the tower. He decided. Ferrin took a deep breath and Pushed on the coin, pinning it to the wall, and gently Pulling on the framework. The resulting trajectory was swung him in a circle, like a ball on a string. When he was parallel to his anchor, he pulled harder, Pulling himself to the wall. He bent his knees slightly to absorb the impact, and he stood there for a moment, his legs parallel to the ground. He looked up for another anchor point.
Just a little higher. He thought. He found a decent anchor, so he Pushed straight out, then he Pulled himself into a diagonal, and landed on the side of the tower again. He heard a muffled grinding sound, and he winced, pretty sure he had just pulled someone's desk to the wall.
Won't that be a head scratcher. He grinned, imagining some teacher coming in and seeing their desk pulled against the wall. Ferrin looked up again,
Perfect, I am high enough. He Pulled against the conical eaves of the rooftop of the tower. On the way up, he passed a large window and he heard voices from inside. He didn't try to eavesdrop,
(Budump ching) he thought with some amusement, he kept climbing. From the base of the eaves, he grabbed the outside edge, twisted, and swung himself over to land on the sloping side of the tower top. He carefully made his way up to the spire that rose stuck out from the top, and grabbed it. Ferrin turned and looked out. The view was absolutely
amazing! He could see the entire campus and even part of the city, depending on which way he looked.
He spent quite awhile up there, just soaking up the view, feeling a little melancholy, and reflecting on his life these past few years. He sat, (with considerable caution) and studied his arm as if he had never seen it before. Rough and angular, it wouldn't be winning any beauty contests, but what it lacked in aesthetics, it more than made up in function. He made a fist, admiring how his arm caught the light. He glanced at his watch on his left wrist. He really should be going soon, that climb took longer than he thought it would, but he was reluctant to.
Oh well, He thought,
I can always come back. He got up, and in a burst of excitement, he ran to the edge of the high tower and Pushed off sideways. The rush of adrenaline was indescribable. He laughed out loud, with the wind rushing past the his face, streamlining his duster and whistling in his ears. He angled into a dive, picking up speed heading straight into the courtyard.
Now, to make my entrance! He thought, his teeth bared in what could only loosely be described as a smile. At the last possible second, he flipped a coin he had been palming in front of himself, and Pushed against it, to slow his momentum. The coin hit like a meteor and made a crash that grabbed every student's attention. Ferrin leaned backwards, his duster ribbons billowing out in a satisfactory fashion. He sill landed hard, making sure he took most of the impact on his robotic foot and arm. As soon as the dust settled he straitened up to his impressive height, and nonchalantly brushed the dirt off his duster. The courtyard was absolutely silent. "Just...dropping in." Ferrin said casually but loud enough for the whole court yard to hear him. Then he strode confidently through the open double doors.
Damn, there ain't nothing like a good entrance.
