Ja’s head bobbed along to the music still as he waited for her to finish up her call. Although the young afro boy had his headphones on, he was still able to hear the sudden burst of a voice from her phone. Ja blinked, but the fact that she laughed after the man on the phone’s outburst kept the smile on his face. She seemed friendly, which made him hopeful that the other new recruit was fun too.
In the meantime of her conversation, he tried to focus more on what exactly he was feeling. The sort of energy that radiated from the girl that his senses whispered to him about. It wasn’t like Casper or Devan, they released energy of the unliving, or The Rot. The Rot did not make Ja feel good, even though Cassy was nice.
On the other hand, girl Kassy with a K, she radiated feeling almost like The Red but more like a fish. Ambuya said that ‘closely connected with The Red were two, the one borne of water was called The Blue.’ While the mermaid made him smile too, even though often hiding, it was not the same as this girl.
There was another that Ambuya told him about— The girl put the phone down and approached, her conversation must have finished. Thus he pushed his headphones down to rest around his neck, and his headbush bounced to fill the indented space. Ja waited as she was about introduce herself, but his eyes darted to the ground as her bag crashed onto it.
While she scrambled to pick the bag back up, he followed after the bottle that rolled across the floor. It held something sweet smelling inside, his nose told him, but it wasn’t juice as it made his nose twitch. Though, Soda made his nose twitch too, and that was a drink. But this stuff did not bubble up from the fall. The discrepancy made him wonder what it was. Maybe it was something to do with her powers? Like a special juice? After retrieving it, he returned to her outstretched hand. Ja looked up to her eyes and smiled, revealing four pointed canines between his teeth.
“Mhoro! My name is Kilamanjaro, but you can call me Ja.” He greeted, shaking Daphne’s hand with a firm but friendly grip. Looking down at the bottle in the other hand, he reached it out to her.
”You dropped your juice...Or is it soda? I’m not sure but it smells good.”