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@KatherinWinter "Fair enough" he replied as he started following the girl
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He had started to hate the purple-haired bitch -did she even bother to give him his name?- at first, but now he could sense something else behind her. Something deep, possibly dramatic. Besides, isn't this what most characters like that hide? This one seemed to be pretty hard to reveal, though. Would be a challenge to his wits; which was a good thing -he loved challenges. He would take it slowly.
For now, she seemed not too eager to talk more. He decided not to break the silence- besides the fact he also liked silence, he could see a wrong word would get ichor spilled.
"Yep. Just like old days back home" he sighed, reminiscing, as he got lost in his thoughts while keeping in following the girl towards what he assumed was the gym.

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@KatherinWinter"Oh, so formalities are not going to work on my favor around thise parts. There is a lot of fighting going in between inmates, I presume?" John said, while retracting his hand and trying to smile again -successfully. "Not that it matters, really. We are gods, right? We should be able to defend oureselves by now " He safely assumed that a friendly wink equaled a chopped eyebrow around here. "I do happen to not know where the gym is, so would you mind if I followed you there? Unless those purple things in your hands decide I might be trying to ambush you."

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@KatherinWinter "Wow, wow, there is no reason to get upset is there" John replied smilingto the purple-haired girl with the -Are those knives in her hands?!?!!!- while backing off a step. He could feel his own pen becoming a dagger in his pocket- he hated people who thought they could intimidate him just for the sake of doing so. "I just want to ask for directions. I'm new here -just arrived, in fact, and it seems that I'm also late. Names John, by the way" he added, offering his right hand for a handshake. He was a southpaw, but his left hand was busy hovering subtly over his pocket. Better safe than sorry.

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@KatherinWinterIiiii guess so? If lunchtime does not count the transition between cafeteria and gym.

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But it was not time to waste on self- insulting, for John saw some fellow teenager gods leaving the cafeteria, seemingly following the ring of a bell. Figures he would be late on his destination once again. With haste, he hoped off the table and reached the closest teenager he could find, so he could find out where they're heading at.

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@YamiCuoreLarouxHmmmm...
Sorry about that. It's just that I imagined her walking out of the cafeteria take some time.
So, what should I do to correct this? Scratch that, actually. I'll just edit the post and leave it to whoever wants to approach me.

Oh, and I know I've been enough of a PITA already, but from this point in, I will have some difficulty getting any Internet access. I will circumvent it to the best of my abilities, though.

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@KatherinWinterOh, and I kinda forgot to mention you in my post. Fixed.

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@KatherinWinterOh. Okay then, this is how I go with them then! Thanks!
It, and I took the initiative and made my first post, seeing that those powers would not be mentioned anyways, and since you made no complain about the rest of the character. Sorry for that.

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@KatherinWinter A bright light flashed suddenly out of nowhere. From this light, through a portal that was hidden by the blinding redish-white shine, a tall boy with black hair and brown eyes emerged elegantly, taking his time. He was wearing a red T-shirt with complex patterns, a pair of jeans ripped on purpose over the left knee, and what seemed suspiciously similar to, but was not quite, a pair of mortal red All-Stars. He stood there smiling, partly because he was always excited to see new places, partly because he had a chance to relax away from his father,and partly because he had finally gotten a grasp of that Plane Shift spell.
Then, as the lights faded, he saw a woman look at him with surprised eyes and a cook attire. It took a few more glances around to realise he was standing on top of a table, in what seemed like a high school's dining room.
"Or maybe I didn't get the fucking hang of it after all" he said to himself, following a sign.

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@KatherinWinterOh... then let me tell you what. Would it be alright for me to keep the reflexes to his repertoire of powers, but not mention them in canon until I find a solution? I would propose to just make those powers weak and imperfect because of his inexperience, but you might not want to accept such a vague restriction- and I would understand that.