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Kyle Hishamie

Belief in the supernatural–and specifically in the devil’s practice of giving certain humans (witches) the power to harm others in return for their loyalty–had emerged in Europe as early as the 14th century, and was widespread in colonial New England.

Tension, confusion, hyper awareness. All of these feelings were running rampant all throughout Kyle. He himself made the decision to make himself a part of this group, even while unaware of the supernatural tug pulling him towards his classmates. He himself wanted to come out of his shell in some small way by following after this current group, even though not a single cell in his body truly wanted to interact with others. All he really wanted to do was see if he had missed anything important in class for his education may not have entirely depended on it but if history is anything to pay attention to even the small details matter. Kyle appreciated that he was welcomed easily enough, in Kyles head he had given himself plenty of reasons why they would not be as kind as they were. No matter how kind they were, Kyle could not shake that indescribable sensation that flowed throughout his entire being that he was not going to be welcomed soon enough. Within moments of entering the shop Kyle had pinpointed every point of entrance and every exit within sight of the customer side of the shop. If need be he could escape any situation that may arise or simply walk away if he wanted to. Kyle took his seat near the edge of the table closest to the walkway and put his binder and bottle in his lap.

 Thank you but I...I would prefer water. No ice. Kyles face was not filled with glee nor sadness, anger nor stiffness. If anything his expression was blank. Some might confuse it with some other emotion, but how can one correctly display emotionlessness or rather how do you display an emotion you truly do not feel. Have not felt in years. Numbness was his ally, it kept his secrets and kept his thoughts private. Thank you, Kyle said to Kalama. Kyle wanted to speak up and ask to see if anyone would compare notes with him but he could not move his mouth to speak at the idea of having to....socialize. It was what he was here to do and he was already failing. Mentally Kyle smacked himself, thinking how pathetic he was. He wasn't nervous or scared, not really. These people seemed very nice in fact. The others were beginning to exchange notes or at least offer to and were making small talk. Kyle grabbed his right wrist with his left hand underneath the table and squeezed himself with a fair amount of pressure. Using his muscles in his body was easier than using the muscles in his mouth to speak. When the piece of paper with peoples numbers were being written on was passed to him Kyle pulled out his pen, but paused before writing anything. 

 Did he want everyone to have this type of information on him? Did he want to give out his cell number, only to not be invited again because he did something weird or silly? Was it worth the risk? Kyle rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, his muscles clearly evident through his long sleeve shirt. He became slightly over himself, thinking on how dumb this was. Of course they wouldn't want to do this with him again, he was nothing and no one so what did it hurt. He wrote his real cell number down and passed along the paper.

 When the newest addition joined the group, and used her phone to communicate with the others, Kyle solemnly nodded towards her. This was his chance! He missed out on conversating at first but with a new addition he had an excuse to say something first. He would not waste this, Kyle knew he needed to seize the moment or just go home. Kyle raised his binder from his lap and opened it on the table. When he spoke he spoke to her and to everyone else. I....have notes. I took them....obviously....I believe I got most of the lesson but I may have missed a few sentences. Kyles notes, he believed, were pretty decent. He hadn't looked at the others notes yet but he believed his hand writing was legible and his notes were in order. Kyle believed in being one hundred percent prepared so just to be safe he wrote down everything that was said in the order it was said, with breaks in paragraphs for pauses and such. If anyone wants to....I mean....you know look at them....you guys can. Kyle took a sip of his drink and tried to meet everyone's eyes that looked at him as he spoke. Thankfully, while he speak not slowly but somewhat unwillingly and maybe even a little awkwardly, he could keep all of his personal thoughts and feelings to himself. Kyle assumed for the rest of the time spent with the group he would spend listening rather than talking which is what he preferred. 

 That's when the first of many unusual events began to unfold due to Kyle. While he preferred to listen rather than speak, since a new arrival had joined and he had taken his chance to speak he believed why not continue? The class was...pretty easy huh? Kind of boring?  He spoke to everyone in the group but when he focused his words on a single individual, Elysia, A weird feeling overcame Kyles entire body, a new sensation he had never felt before. If he had not been so hyper focused he probably would have missed it. Doesn't it make you happy that class wasn't very long? I doubt I could have stayed awake too much longer.

 This would be the very first case while in college of Kyle using his hidden power of Emotional Suggestion. Unintentional of course, and not in any way dangerous at least this time. Kyle suddenly felt a sharp pain behind his left eye, almost making him wince from the pain. Kyle held his composure nearly perfectly, having felt far far worse physical pain before. He had meant to speak to everyone both times but when he felt that weird sensation he suddenly felt pulled to speak to a single induvial, which had happened to be the closest person to himself.
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