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I believe the collabing levels were quite high last night. My brain is still recovering from it. Heh!
Nicholas Raynor
And so he continued on, deeper into the jungle, his black shirt beginning to become from sweat as humidity in the area definitely caused his body to react, along with the sprinting pace he was going with. Eventually, he lifted his brow upwards, coming to a halt, and wiping the sweat from his brow. He didn't want to feel the stinging of sweat coming from it. However, the flame on his forehead had almost gone out. Not because it was weak, mind you, but rather, because he wanted to conserve his power. What if there were those who were wounded and needed his help? It would be senseless for him to come this way and waste all of his ability on himself.
And then that's when he saw it. Two individuals, holding what looked like a few others, coming this way. One looked...strange. Like a black creature that was more akin to a monstrosity than a human in any sort. To say the least, if it hadn't been for the flame continuously giving him confidence, the young Nicholas would be frightened, or at least perturbed, to say the least. The other seemed to be a girl who had a strange hunch to her and...strange, arms? Huh. He tilted his head at first, but shook his head. Now was not the time to be standing still. This was why he had come this far.
“Excuse me, are those people injured?” He quickly asked, moving in front of the young lady specifically. Quickly, he snapped his fingers. He didn't need to look over them long to find his answer. The girl hunched student was carrying looked particularly off. Noting the vomit from her mouth and the wetness of her clothes, there was no doubt that she had some negative exposure to the ocean. He could work with this. As his fingers snapped, a bright flame engulfed his right hand, white in color and beginning to already spread out over Theresa's body as he quickly placed his right hand on her stomach as he did so, closing his eyes to focus. All too quickly, the flames began to mend the broken bones in her body, along with any other injuries she might have stained, anything from bruises to cuts. The smallest of things. Within a good thirty seconds, the flames vanished, revealing a fully healed Theresa.
The young man sighed, feeling the strain from the healing process and moving to sit down by a nearby tree. “F-forgive me for my intrusion, but...ya know, the hurt need to be treated, ya know? I don't know what all you did over there, but whatever it was...it -had- to be rough. I don't usually get this tired from my powers...” He noted, stopping to take in a breath in between the pauses he made. Ugh...well, at least he had done -something-. “I-is...there anything else I can do to help?”
And so he continued on, deeper into the jungle, his black shirt beginning to become from sweat as humidity in the area definitely caused his body to react, along with the sprinting pace he was going with. Eventually, he lifted his brow upwards, coming to a halt, and wiping the sweat from his brow. He didn't want to feel the stinging of sweat coming from it. However, the flame on his forehead had almost gone out. Not because it was weak, mind you, but rather, because he wanted to conserve his power. What if there were those who were wounded and needed his help? It would be senseless for him to come this way and waste all of his ability on himself.
And then that's when he saw it. Two individuals, holding what looked like a few others, coming this way. One looked...strange. Like a black creature that was more akin to a monstrosity than a human in any sort. To say the least, if it hadn't been for the flame continuously giving him confidence, the young Nicholas would be frightened, or at least perturbed, to say the least. The other seemed to be a girl who had a strange hunch to her and...strange, arms? Huh. He tilted his head at first, but shook his head. Now was not the time to be standing still. This was why he had come this far.
“Excuse me, are those people injured?” He quickly asked, moving in front of the young lady specifically. Quickly, he snapped his fingers. He didn't need to look over them long to find his answer. The girl hunched student was carrying looked particularly off. Noting the vomit from her mouth and the wetness of her clothes, there was no doubt that she had some negative exposure to the ocean. He could work with this. As his fingers snapped, a bright flame engulfed his right hand, white in color and beginning to already spread out over Theresa's body as he quickly placed his right hand on her stomach as he did so, closing his eyes to focus. All too quickly, the flames began to mend the broken bones in her body, along with any other injuries she might have stained, anything from bruises to cuts. The smallest of things. Within a good thirty seconds, the flames vanished, revealing a fully healed Theresa.
The young man sighed, feeling the strain from the healing process and moving to sit down by a nearby tree. “F-forgive me for my intrusion, but...ya know, the hurt need to be treated, ya know? I don't know what all you did over there, but whatever it was...it -had- to be rough. I don't usually get this tired from my powers...” He noted, stopping to take in a breath in between the pauses he made. Ugh...well, at least he had done -something-. “I-is...there anything else I can do to help?”
Nicholas Raynor
A short time after his little lesson with Adam, the young Nicholas was doing nothing more than wandering the west side of the campus, notably staying away from the dormitories and drifting out towards the island's wild areas. Not because he wanted to go out into the jungles or whatever else lied out there, but rather, to simply avoid a certain -someone- who would likely be trying to track him down eventually. Ugh. That girl. He had to wonder if she seriously liked him, or if she was just trying to consistently get under his skin. He had his own ideals and ethics to worry about, though, without having to deal with a girl trying to saddle him when he wasn't looking. Ugh.
He seemed all but occupied, his brown bangs helping to block out the sun as he played on his gaming device...before he heard something. Something that sent his blood into a deep chill, his eyes widening as he stared upwards towards the jungle trees in the distance. A guttural roar, something he hadn't quite heard before...nor did he want to hear it again. But he did. Alongside what sounded like screams, and another roar. Slowly, he slipped his hand held device back into his backpack, before zipping up the backpack. Something about this entire situation screamed “keep the hell away” to his mind. He was nervous...scared, frightened, even. But...those screams could belong to fellow students. And what kind of person would he be if he didn't help?
He didn't know, but frankly, he was still fighting himself over it, until he finally decided to do something. His right hand quickly caught aflame, specifically his index finger, before he touched it to his forehead. The flame took hold of his forehead, glowing on top of it and distributing its unique quality to make him feel...braver, he supposed. He allowed this to take hold, before quickly moving to sprint off towards the jungle, his blue sneakers pounding against the ground as he gritted his teeth. Was he going to be too late? And if he was...could he forgive himself?
A better question was if he could forgive himself for not going at all. It was a pathetic excuse, and one he had to face up to. Ugh. Goddamnit, he had to hope he could do at least something once he arrived, if something terrible -had- happened. Or else, he would just scare himself into going back. At least, thats what he told himself as he ran towards the source of the roaring and the screaming. As he neared the location, the sounds seemed to cease, and he had to wonder if whatever beasts had been out there had killed whomever was there...no. No, stop it, Nicholas. Now was -not- the time to be pessimistic.
You either stick strong through the situation, or the situation molds you however it likes. And this day was not going to be one where he let the latter happen.
A short time after his little lesson with Adam, the young Nicholas was doing nothing more than wandering the west side of the campus, notably staying away from the dormitories and drifting out towards the island's wild areas. Not because he wanted to go out into the jungles or whatever else lied out there, but rather, to simply avoid a certain -someone- who would likely be trying to track him down eventually. Ugh. That girl. He had to wonder if she seriously liked him, or if she was just trying to consistently get under his skin. He had his own ideals and ethics to worry about, though, without having to deal with a girl trying to saddle him when he wasn't looking. Ugh.
He seemed all but occupied, his brown bangs helping to block out the sun as he played on his gaming device...before he heard something. Something that sent his blood into a deep chill, his eyes widening as he stared upwards towards the jungle trees in the distance. A guttural roar, something he hadn't quite heard before...nor did he want to hear it again. But he did. Alongside what sounded like screams, and another roar. Slowly, he slipped his hand held device back into his backpack, before zipping up the backpack. Something about this entire situation screamed “keep the hell away” to his mind. He was nervous...scared, frightened, even. But...those screams could belong to fellow students. And what kind of person would he be if he didn't help?
He didn't know, but frankly, he was still fighting himself over it, until he finally decided to do something. His right hand quickly caught aflame, specifically his index finger, before he touched it to his forehead. The flame took hold of his forehead, glowing on top of it and distributing its unique quality to make him feel...braver, he supposed. He allowed this to take hold, before quickly moving to sprint off towards the jungle, his blue sneakers pounding against the ground as he gritted his teeth. Was he going to be too late? And if he was...could he forgive himself?
A better question was if he could forgive himself for not going at all. It was a pathetic excuse, and one he had to face up to. Ugh. Goddamnit, he had to hope he could do at least something once he arrived, if something terrible -had- happened. Or else, he would just scare himself into going back. At least, thats what he told himself as he ran towards the source of the roaring and the screaming. As he neared the location, the sounds seemed to cease, and he had to wonder if whatever beasts had been out there had killed whomever was there...no. No, stop it, Nicholas. Now was -not- the time to be pessimistic.
You either stick strong through the situation, or the situation molds you however it likes. And this day was not going to be one where he let the latter happen.
I suppose that all makes sense. However, I would rather -not- have death be the only reason for character growth, no offense to your judgement. I suppose I just see things differently.
Hrm. I'm looking for someone to do a collab with Nicholas, so if anyone is interested, hit me up with a PM. :D
Nicholas Raynor, Adam Blackmore, & Sylvia Bertoose.
a little while later...
Nicholas finally found himself sighing in relief, dropping the sponge he was using into the bucket which he was given and sitting down next to the now clean wall, looking over at Sylvia. The entire time, he had found himself being harrassed by her singing and talking, and while it had been bad, it could have been much worse. Maybe she -wasn't- so bad, considering that she hadn't made any serious attempts to harm him physically. Still wasn't a fan of being told that she wanted to do certain things with him. Still, once he was done, he pulled out a small gaming device, like before, from his backpack, quickly snapping it on and distracting himself from Sylvia's actions by taking a light, well-deserved break.
... Once again Adam demonstrated how good he is at getting the drop on his students by appearing over Nick (He was distracted anyway). He swiftly snatched the gaming device out of his hands. Dramatically holding still with the handheld. For a moment, it looked like he was about to give Nick hell for what he did. "... I see you are done." He calmly said handing the electronic back to the child. "Good work, but I am not finished with you just yet." He wagged his finger back and forth. "I believe you should have to make up for that class you missed... If you would be so kind to follow me..."
"Ooooh, I wanna watch my boy-friend material do his thang." Sylvia hopped up to her feet. She was going to follow Nick around everywhere he went. Or else she won't be happy - Because she's not making him happy. She skipped over to Adam.
"... Unfortunately, Ms. Bertoose, your presence is not neccessary. I have to ask you stay here." Adam was quick to shoot her down. The last thing he needed was her interrupting his class the second her attention-span ran out.
Oh pooey. Sylvia thought to herself. There goes all of her plans to screw with him! Oh well. While Sylvia wanted to screw with Nick, she knew when to fold 'em, and what was a lost cause. And she knew everything involving Adam is a lost cause. She shrugged, and slung her guitar strap around her shoulder. "Oh well, I guess I'll see you later, Nicky-boy." Sylvia tipped her hat at Nick, before she walked past him. Just to see if it would make his little-willy rise (for a change!) she gave him a quick and unexpected peck on the cheek. "... But when I do see you again, imma make your ass happier than Pharrell. See ya!" Sylvia skipped away.
Did...she just...
As the girl kissed him, he felt his cheeks grow a deep red. He...hadn't ever been kissed by a girl before. His mind felt numbed for a moment, before he quickly shook off the emotion. Stupid girl, toying with his emotions. Ugh. Slowly, he turned towards Adam, still amazed at his capability to surprise him, even though he usually was more observant. Sadly, playing video games kind of nullified that perception. He reached out, and took the gaming console back, turning it off and putting it back and away from his backpack. He then watched Sylvia skip off, before sighing. "...Wow. I just can't tell what her deal is. Anyways, sir, lets get going. I'm quite happy to learn what I can as long as its not in a huge group. My name is Nicholas Raynor, by the way." He noted, sticking his hands into his pockets as he prepared to follow the elderly man.
Sylvia smirked as she looked back. Checkmate!
Adam tipped his glasses, and stared Sylvia off. What a troublesome child indeed. Though, Adam personally didn't understand children like her were up to half the time either, but he was more concerned with the parenting skills that molded her. Adam shook his head as he continued down the hallway. "That is just Ms. Bertoose. One of the more... troublesome students." He explained, "Fortunately, her antics are more annoying than harmful." He continued, his voice was stern and frank. "I know what your name is, Mr. Raynor. It is fine, we can continue and do what you were supposed to do."
The walk was silent, just the way Adam liked to keep it. There wasn't much more for the elder to say to the student other than those few words. He nodded his head as he lead Nick to the Training Hall. Quite the building. Easily the largest one on this island, and Adam's stomping grounds. He opened the door for Nick, before stepping in himself. Adam went past the many rooms of the halls, each were modified to suit a specific power, or purpose. However, they were walking past the public rooms. Adam, and the rest of the instructors, had their own private training room. For little things like this.
Opening the door with a key, Adam walked into the massive octagon shaped room made out of pure metal. Shiny too. The lights overhead provided light. He walked into the middle of the room, with a clipboard behind his back. It was time to get to work. Adam began writing on it, ".... Okay, class is in session." He finished writing, "This should be quick and simple if you are willing, okay? Your power is healing flames? All I want you to do right now is demonstrate your power.... Nothing flashy... and I do not plan on injuring myself so you can heal it either." Adam shot Nick a questionable glare.
Oh dear. It seems Adam was a lot more intimidating than he had first assessed, and had hoped, at one point. He slowly sighed, moving to take off his backpack and set it to the side of the room, before moving back in front of Adam. He closed his eyes, garnering up his will and trying to focus at the task at hand. He had to prove his power, correct? Which meant one thing. He needed to harm himself. So with that in mind, he pulled back his right hand, and...no joke, punched himself right in the face. Specifically, the nose.
"... Mr. Raynor, that was not neccessary...." Adam pulled his head back with his eyes wide open. He hadn't expected that. "I should have iterated that you don't need to injure yourself either."
As he pulled away his right hand, his nose dripped blood from it, a sign that he had, no doubt, just broken his nose. Huh. Maybe he didn't think about how hard he had punched himself? Either way, once he was finished, he spoke. "...I-Its a bit late for that, sir. Still..." He continued, before raising the same right hand into the air, as in a surge of energy, a white flame took hold on his hand, before he slowly pushed his palm up to his face. "Its not neccessary to worry about me. I'm just fine." He stated. Not only did he sound as nervous, but there was a certain level of strange confidence to his voice. Something that not only wasn't there before, but seemed to power through the pain that had to be there. When he removed his hand, his nose was completely healed, with no more drops of blood, save what had already fallen onto the floor.
It looked like Adam was incorrect, and that Nicholas knew what he was doing. He pushed his glasses up his nose, as he watched Nicholas use his healing fire. This seemed interesting. As Nick spawned the fire, Adam was gaining innate information about it, and even more information when it healed his broken nose. "Very, very, interesting." Adam had to add. "... But next time, just make the flame." There was the things Nicholas had to improve upon with his ability. Adam couldn't see much in his potential, so he had to come up with a few things to tell him. Simple techniques.
"I believe you have a power that relies on thinking outside the box. Which means it's purely limited by your creativity with it. It is very possible for you to pull rather damaging moves while using your healing flames to push yourself through it. You already demonstrated that you're willing to cause yourself harm...."
Adam did a fake cough, putting a fist to his mouth. "Any questions?"
Nicholas listened closely. Hrm. Creativity? That was an interesting concept to use, by itself, concerning his powers. Not to mention, the idea of using particularly harmful movements and using his power to mend the wounds of such a movement is useful for specific situations, that it is. Still, something bothered him as he thought over this, placing his right finger over his chin. "I see...then will you actually be training me next class, sir?" He asked outright, moving to lower his hand back into his pocket, before speaking again. "And what should I do in the meantime? Is there anything I could read, or look into that could help me accelerate my training process? I want to make the most of my time here, after all."
Adam nodded his head, so Nicholas wanted to know about what to do in the meantime. That was such dedication. "Yes, I can indeed help you next class..." He tipped his glasses and gave him a narrow glare, "... Just show up next time." He started writing on his clipboard some more, before turning his attention back to Nick. "As for what to do, I suggest enjoying your afternoon. You have plenty of time to practice... but if you must, I highly suggest finding a partner." Adam coughed again, putting the clipboard behind his back. "Because nothing is more training than someone to do it with.... Unfortunately, there are no books that can possibly help you."
Nick slowly nodded, moving to grab ahold of his backpack and slinging it onto his back via one strap. "Alright. I'll definitely show up tomorrow. Just...yeah. I'll be there." He found himself finishing, almost catching himself giving an excuse before slapping it metaphorically out of his mouth. Last time he did that, he got a firm talking to from one of his teachers. Lets -not- have that happen again. Even so, as he listened, he lowered his eyelids in thought. Hrm. Enjoy his day. Not the best of advice, but he supposed the teacher had a point. He -didn't- want to stay in doors all day, and definitely allowing himself some time to get to know the others would be helpful in the long run. With that, he turned around, opening the entrance to the room and walking out, before heading back towards the student dorms. Well, -this- had been an interesting experience. At least Sylvia wasn't stalking him anymore.
a little while later...
Nicholas finally found himself sighing in relief, dropping the sponge he was using into the bucket which he was given and sitting down next to the now clean wall, looking over at Sylvia. The entire time, he had found himself being harrassed by her singing and talking, and while it had been bad, it could have been much worse. Maybe she -wasn't- so bad, considering that she hadn't made any serious attempts to harm him physically. Still wasn't a fan of being told that she wanted to do certain things with him. Still, once he was done, he pulled out a small gaming device, like before, from his backpack, quickly snapping it on and distracting himself from Sylvia's actions by taking a light, well-deserved break.
... Once again Adam demonstrated how good he is at getting the drop on his students by appearing over Nick (He was distracted anyway). He swiftly snatched the gaming device out of his hands. Dramatically holding still with the handheld. For a moment, it looked like he was about to give Nick hell for what he did. "... I see you are done." He calmly said handing the electronic back to the child. "Good work, but I am not finished with you just yet." He wagged his finger back and forth. "I believe you should have to make up for that class you missed... If you would be so kind to follow me..."
"Ooooh, I wanna watch my boy-friend material do his thang." Sylvia hopped up to her feet. She was going to follow Nick around everywhere he went. Or else she won't be happy - Because she's not making him happy. She skipped over to Adam.
"... Unfortunately, Ms. Bertoose, your presence is not neccessary. I have to ask you stay here." Adam was quick to shoot her down. The last thing he needed was her interrupting his class the second her attention-span ran out.
Oh pooey. Sylvia thought to herself. There goes all of her plans to screw with him! Oh well. While Sylvia wanted to screw with Nick, she knew when to fold 'em, and what was a lost cause. And she knew everything involving Adam is a lost cause. She shrugged, and slung her guitar strap around her shoulder. "Oh well, I guess I'll see you later, Nicky-boy." Sylvia tipped her hat at Nick, before she walked past him. Just to see if it would make his little-willy rise (for a change!) she gave him a quick and unexpected peck on the cheek. "... But when I do see you again, imma make your ass happier than Pharrell. See ya!" Sylvia skipped away.
Did...she just...
As the girl kissed him, he felt his cheeks grow a deep red. He...hadn't ever been kissed by a girl before. His mind felt numbed for a moment, before he quickly shook off the emotion. Stupid girl, toying with his emotions. Ugh. Slowly, he turned towards Adam, still amazed at his capability to surprise him, even though he usually was more observant. Sadly, playing video games kind of nullified that perception. He reached out, and took the gaming console back, turning it off and putting it back and away from his backpack. He then watched Sylvia skip off, before sighing. "...Wow. I just can't tell what her deal is. Anyways, sir, lets get going. I'm quite happy to learn what I can as long as its not in a huge group. My name is Nicholas Raynor, by the way." He noted, sticking his hands into his pockets as he prepared to follow the elderly man.
Sylvia smirked as she looked back. Checkmate!
Adam tipped his glasses, and stared Sylvia off. What a troublesome child indeed. Though, Adam personally didn't understand children like her were up to half the time either, but he was more concerned with the parenting skills that molded her. Adam shook his head as he continued down the hallway. "That is just Ms. Bertoose. One of the more... troublesome students." He explained, "Fortunately, her antics are more annoying than harmful." He continued, his voice was stern and frank. "I know what your name is, Mr. Raynor. It is fine, we can continue and do what you were supposed to do."
The walk was silent, just the way Adam liked to keep it. There wasn't much more for the elder to say to the student other than those few words. He nodded his head as he lead Nick to the Training Hall. Quite the building. Easily the largest one on this island, and Adam's stomping grounds. He opened the door for Nick, before stepping in himself. Adam went past the many rooms of the halls, each were modified to suit a specific power, or purpose. However, they were walking past the public rooms. Adam, and the rest of the instructors, had their own private training room. For little things like this.
Opening the door with a key, Adam walked into the massive octagon shaped room made out of pure metal. Shiny too. The lights overhead provided light. He walked into the middle of the room, with a clipboard behind his back. It was time to get to work. Adam began writing on it, ".... Okay, class is in session." He finished writing, "This should be quick and simple if you are willing, okay? Your power is healing flames? All I want you to do right now is demonstrate your power.... Nothing flashy... and I do not plan on injuring myself so you can heal it either." Adam shot Nick a questionable glare.
Oh dear. It seems Adam was a lot more intimidating than he had first assessed, and had hoped, at one point. He slowly sighed, moving to take off his backpack and set it to the side of the room, before moving back in front of Adam. He closed his eyes, garnering up his will and trying to focus at the task at hand. He had to prove his power, correct? Which meant one thing. He needed to harm himself. So with that in mind, he pulled back his right hand, and...no joke, punched himself right in the face. Specifically, the nose.
"... Mr. Raynor, that was not neccessary...." Adam pulled his head back with his eyes wide open. He hadn't expected that. "I should have iterated that you don't need to injure yourself either."
As he pulled away his right hand, his nose dripped blood from it, a sign that he had, no doubt, just broken his nose. Huh. Maybe he didn't think about how hard he had punched himself? Either way, once he was finished, he spoke. "...I-Its a bit late for that, sir. Still..." He continued, before raising the same right hand into the air, as in a surge of energy, a white flame took hold on his hand, before he slowly pushed his palm up to his face. "Its not neccessary to worry about me. I'm just fine." He stated. Not only did he sound as nervous, but there was a certain level of strange confidence to his voice. Something that not only wasn't there before, but seemed to power through the pain that had to be there. When he removed his hand, his nose was completely healed, with no more drops of blood, save what had already fallen onto the floor.
It looked like Adam was incorrect, and that Nicholas knew what he was doing. He pushed his glasses up his nose, as he watched Nicholas use his healing fire. This seemed interesting. As Nick spawned the fire, Adam was gaining innate information about it, and even more information when it healed his broken nose. "Very, very, interesting." Adam had to add. "... But next time, just make the flame." There was the things Nicholas had to improve upon with his ability. Adam couldn't see much in his potential, so he had to come up with a few things to tell him. Simple techniques.
"I believe you have a power that relies on thinking outside the box. Which means it's purely limited by your creativity with it. It is very possible for you to pull rather damaging moves while using your healing flames to push yourself through it. You already demonstrated that you're willing to cause yourself harm...."
Adam did a fake cough, putting a fist to his mouth. "Any questions?"
Nicholas listened closely. Hrm. Creativity? That was an interesting concept to use, by itself, concerning his powers. Not to mention, the idea of using particularly harmful movements and using his power to mend the wounds of such a movement is useful for specific situations, that it is. Still, something bothered him as he thought over this, placing his right finger over his chin. "I see...then will you actually be training me next class, sir?" He asked outright, moving to lower his hand back into his pocket, before speaking again. "And what should I do in the meantime? Is there anything I could read, or look into that could help me accelerate my training process? I want to make the most of my time here, after all."
Adam nodded his head, so Nicholas wanted to know about what to do in the meantime. That was such dedication. "Yes, I can indeed help you next class..." He tipped his glasses and gave him a narrow glare, "... Just show up next time." He started writing on his clipboard some more, before turning his attention back to Nick. "As for what to do, I suggest enjoying your afternoon. You have plenty of time to practice... but if you must, I highly suggest finding a partner." Adam coughed again, putting the clipboard behind his back. "Because nothing is more training than someone to do it with.... Unfortunately, there are no books that can possibly help you."
Nick slowly nodded, moving to grab ahold of his backpack and slinging it onto his back via one strap. "Alright. I'll definitely show up tomorrow. Just...yeah. I'll be there." He found himself finishing, almost catching himself giving an excuse before slapping it metaphorically out of his mouth. Last time he did that, he got a firm talking to from one of his teachers. Lets -not- have that happen again. Even so, as he listened, he lowered his eyelids in thought. Hrm. Enjoy his day. Not the best of advice, but he supposed the teacher had a point. He -didn't- want to stay in doors all day, and definitely allowing himself some time to get to know the others would be helpful in the long run. With that, he turned around, opening the entrance to the room and walking out, before heading back towards the student dorms. Well, -this- had been an interesting experience. At least Sylvia wasn't stalking him anymore.
Nicholas Raynor, Adam Blackmore, & Sylvia Bertoose.
Ugh...is she still following me?
That was the thought plaguing Nicholas' mind as he walked through the hallways towards the exit of the dormitories, having made his way there while ignoring a certain voice-modifying meta-human. Not because he didn't find her attractive, but because it was obvious her goal was just to be extremely obnoxious and tease him constantly. After a moment, however, he found himself spotting a nearby water fountain, tilting his head. He was a bit parched. Without a second thought, he quickly walked towards it, leaning down and tilting the knob to shoot out an arching line of water, leaning his head down to begin to sip it. After finishing sipping the water, he rose his head up and turned around, fully expecting to see Sylvia there, waiting to taunt him again in some fashion.
"... Young man!" Adam said, very loudly, to get Nicholas's attention. He had appeared out of no where behind Nick, with his hands behind his back. No footsteps, nor any sound - It was ambigious if Sylvia knew he was even there! Like a ninja. This technique has been passed down the Blackmore line for generations. He thought to himself. He had business to tend to with Nick. Specifically, he was one of the students that was supposed to be in his class, but, - shocker - was no where to be seen. That was simply unacceptable. Now, today was the day that Adam had to set a lot of examples. Let the students know who has authority here, and who they need to follow without question. Even letting one thing slip wasn't going to fly.
"Do you know where you were supposed to be today at two-PM...?" He gave Nicholas a narrow glare. He calmly took his glasses off, and breathed on them, before wiping them off with his shirt. "Rhetorical question. You were supposed to be in my class." He scoffed, taking a momentary break for Nicholas to take in what he just said. "Now, I have read your file, and it says you're new here. I am very curious as to what you were doing at those times..."
"... Care to indulge me?" He stopped.
Sylvia dramatically gasped when Adam dropped the bomb. "Oh no!" She covered her mouth, and widened her eyes as far as they could go. "My sweet, innocent, pure, Nicholas... Breaking the rules?! I just can't watch!" Sylvia feigned passing out. She lied down on the ground, with her eyes closed, and a arm over her head.
Oh Lord Almighty, what have I unleashed?! The young man thought to himself, standing frozen for a moment before slowly turning around, recognizing the man. Oh dear...this was just going to be just...horrible. He slowly swallowed up any remaining shreds of courage he had, only taking a moment to look down at Sylvia, mentally letting loose a loud facepalm that could be heard mentally if anything with the patience to listen to his thoughts could hear. He seemed to almost tremble in fear while staring up at the old man. Not because of his appearance, but the realization that all sorts of things could happen to him now. Was he going to be thrown into detention with the other two males that could rip him to shreds at a moment's notice, or was he going to get even -worse- punishment? Well...you know what they say. Honesty is the -best- policy, and in front of Sylvia, this was going to be painful, but ya know, best get it out of the way. "Well, sir...em...I-I'll be honest with you. I didn't know what to expect, and to be honest, I don't feel quite comfortable in such a large group of people like this, so...I kind of just...stayed in my dorm and read a book?" He managed to finish up. Oh boy. He had a feeling that this was -not- going to be met with grace and favor. But in the back of his mind, maybe the old man would understand. He could hope, couldn't he?
Sylvia playfully opened an eye. "Yer' gonna get SPANKED soooooooo hard...." She closed that eye.
Uncomfortable? That was not a new excuse. This child could be lying... Which is great that Adam has telepathy. He put two fingers on the side of his head, and plunged deep into the boy's mind... Turns out, his story is correct. Regardless, Adam couldn't let this behavior slide that easily. This child needed to be reprimanded. Because he could use the same logic in regards to all his classes. "I cannot allow this behavior to pass," Adam began, stern as always, "Regardless of whether or not you were "comfortable", you have to attend all your classes." He nodded his head. "I believe a punishment is in order..." He tilted his head, like he was thinking really hard.
"Ah, I have the perfect way to reprimand you," Adam raised a finger. "This school requires much cleaning, and we are rather understaffed when it comes to janitors." He clapped his hands together. "We also have plenty of younger students. Many that have not developed that common-sense you and I have. A few have taken to drawing on all the walls...." He looked away, embarassed, before he continued "... On all the staff walls." He coughed, putting a fist up to it. "You will clean up all of it."
Sylvia suddenly "awoken" getting back on her behind, with the most fiendish smile on her face. She started waving her hand in the air, "Oh, oh, oh! I'll provide moral support! I'll sing him a song!"
Adam rolled his eyes up into his head. "... Very well, Ms. Bertoose. You, follow me to where you need to do your job.." He shrugged, and turned around, heading towards the staff dorms. With both of his little delinquents behind him.
Oh dear God Almighty, it was worse than he thought. Listening to the authoritative judgements of the man, and beyond that, being all too aware now of what Sylvia was going to do, he was all but ecstatic in the most sarcastic way he could be. But he didn't complain. He didn't draw attention to himself, beyond letting out a "Yes sir." joined alongside a sigh. He was used to being punished like this, after all, it wasn't the first time he had gotten himself in a bad situation because of his temperament. But those times were the past, maybe the man was right. Besides, he had actually somewhat complimented, saying that Nicholas himself had common sense! It was the nicest thing he had heard from anyone all day, so he supposed it was a step up, even if it -did- mean cleaning duty.
Nonetheless, as he followed after Adam, he curiously looked him over. Something about the way he held his fingers to his head earlier perked Nicholas' interest. He tilted his head, the curiousity beginning to nibble at his mind like a small rat, slowly making its way through all kinds of obstacles to get that elusive, mind-persuading cheese that just never stopped plaguing its little mind, uuugh. "Em...sir...that -thing- you did, with your fingers?...Was that some sort of telepathy?" He asked. Oh dear, hopefully, he didn't just upset the old man and open up a can of worms. After all, he had dealt with a couple of teachers who didn't -want- to teach, they just wanted to say the same stuff every school year to a new set of students and get them out of the way so they can get their pay. There -was- a difference between the two, after all.
Hm... Maybe this child is a bit more perceptive than he had anticipated. That, or he's experienced telepathy before. Either case worked. Adam answered his question, quick and simple, "Yes. One of the powers I have access to is Telepathy. It was how I found you, in fact." Adam nodded his head, casually dropping the fact that he may be a power replicator, or have multiple powers. Adam lead them through the maze-like hallways of the school. Going from the student dorms to the staff dorms... It wasn't long until they reached the place Adam talked about. He stopped right there, and put his hand out. "This is what you'll be working on today."
"Awwww, damn! Those kids balls haven't eve-" Sylvia inserted, surprised.
"Watch your mouth, young lady." Adam cut Sylvia off.
What was the damage? An entire hallway covered in crayon drawings. It wasn't just scribbles, it was actual drawings. Someone had drawn a house, a open field, and an oversized sun with crayons alone. While on the other side, there was a mirror drawing, except it was night time. Whoever did this was quite the artist. Probably had something to do with their power. Either way, it was a mess.
"The staff apprehended who was responsible for this earlier...." Adam quickly walked over to a janitor closet, before pulling out a bucket of water. Which was warm, and had vineagar and baking soda mixed into it. It also had a large sponge floating in it. "... You'll need this. It has everything you need to get all this nonsense off the walls." Adam nodded his head, before he turned around and walked the opposite direction. "I will come back to check on you later... I suggest you make haste..." Adam took off his glasses, and gave Nick a dry glare. "... For I plan on making you do a private lesson to make up. Goodbye." Adam disappeared into the hallways.
"... Best ya' get that ass working. I think I see a penis in there!" Sylvia quickly said, as she got out the way, finding a nearby corner, sitting down in it. She pulled out her guitar and began playing it for no reason at all. She played a soothing, lovey-song. "... Just to keep you entertained." She looked at him with a sinister smirk, "Now get to work! We have many more adventures that just call for us!"
Really? Crayon drawings? To be fair, it wasn't as bad as he expected, and it could have gone much worse. On the bright side, though, his assumptions about what Adam had done were proven true, and his curiosity was satisfied. At least, for now. Perhaps his knowledge of video games hadn't served him falsely, being he had seen something similar. Not to mention, saturday morning cartoons were always fun to watch. Either way, he quickly made his move, grabbing a hold of the sponge floating in the water, and then turning towards the wall with the night theme, and beginning scrub along the walls. "Yeah, yeah. I know." He simply responded to the girl, looking at her for a moment with a straight face before looking back. Private lesson, huh? Well, at least it would possibly get him away from Sylvia. Definitely something to look forward to, instead of being stressed out by her shenanigans to try to hide away from her.
Ugh...is she still following me?
That was the thought plaguing Nicholas' mind as he walked through the hallways towards the exit of the dormitories, having made his way there while ignoring a certain voice-modifying meta-human. Not because he didn't find her attractive, but because it was obvious her goal was just to be extremely obnoxious and tease him constantly. After a moment, however, he found himself spotting a nearby water fountain, tilting his head. He was a bit parched. Without a second thought, he quickly walked towards it, leaning down and tilting the knob to shoot out an arching line of water, leaning his head down to begin to sip it. After finishing sipping the water, he rose his head up and turned around, fully expecting to see Sylvia there, waiting to taunt him again in some fashion.
"... Young man!" Adam said, very loudly, to get Nicholas's attention. He had appeared out of no where behind Nick, with his hands behind his back. No footsteps, nor any sound - It was ambigious if Sylvia knew he was even there! Like a ninja. This technique has been passed down the Blackmore line for generations. He thought to himself. He had business to tend to with Nick. Specifically, he was one of the students that was supposed to be in his class, but, - shocker - was no where to be seen. That was simply unacceptable. Now, today was the day that Adam had to set a lot of examples. Let the students know who has authority here, and who they need to follow without question. Even letting one thing slip wasn't going to fly.
"Do you know where you were supposed to be today at two-PM...?" He gave Nicholas a narrow glare. He calmly took his glasses off, and breathed on them, before wiping them off with his shirt. "Rhetorical question. You were supposed to be in my class." He scoffed, taking a momentary break for Nicholas to take in what he just said. "Now, I have read your file, and it says you're new here. I am very curious as to what you were doing at those times..."
"... Care to indulge me?" He stopped.
Sylvia dramatically gasped when Adam dropped the bomb. "Oh no!" She covered her mouth, and widened her eyes as far as they could go. "My sweet, innocent, pure, Nicholas... Breaking the rules?! I just can't watch!" Sylvia feigned passing out. She lied down on the ground, with her eyes closed, and a arm over her head.
Oh Lord Almighty, what have I unleashed?! The young man thought to himself, standing frozen for a moment before slowly turning around, recognizing the man. Oh dear...this was just going to be just...horrible. He slowly swallowed up any remaining shreds of courage he had, only taking a moment to look down at Sylvia, mentally letting loose a loud facepalm that could be heard mentally if anything with the patience to listen to his thoughts could hear. He seemed to almost tremble in fear while staring up at the old man. Not because of his appearance, but the realization that all sorts of things could happen to him now. Was he going to be thrown into detention with the other two males that could rip him to shreds at a moment's notice, or was he going to get even -worse- punishment? Well...you know what they say. Honesty is the -best- policy, and in front of Sylvia, this was going to be painful, but ya know, best get it out of the way. "Well, sir...em...I-I'll be honest with you. I didn't know what to expect, and to be honest, I don't feel quite comfortable in such a large group of people like this, so...I kind of just...stayed in my dorm and read a book?" He managed to finish up. Oh boy. He had a feeling that this was -not- going to be met with grace and favor. But in the back of his mind, maybe the old man would understand. He could hope, couldn't he?
Sylvia playfully opened an eye. "Yer' gonna get SPANKED soooooooo hard...." She closed that eye.
Uncomfortable? That was not a new excuse. This child could be lying... Which is great that Adam has telepathy. He put two fingers on the side of his head, and plunged deep into the boy's mind... Turns out, his story is correct. Regardless, Adam couldn't let this behavior slide that easily. This child needed to be reprimanded. Because he could use the same logic in regards to all his classes. "I cannot allow this behavior to pass," Adam began, stern as always, "Regardless of whether or not you were "comfortable", you have to attend all your classes." He nodded his head. "I believe a punishment is in order..." He tilted his head, like he was thinking really hard.
"Ah, I have the perfect way to reprimand you," Adam raised a finger. "This school requires much cleaning, and we are rather understaffed when it comes to janitors." He clapped his hands together. "We also have plenty of younger students. Many that have not developed that common-sense you and I have. A few have taken to drawing on all the walls...." He looked away, embarassed, before he continued "... On all the staff walls." He coughed, putting a fist up to it. "You will clean up all of it."
Sylvia suddenly "awoken" getting back on her behind, with the most fiendish smile on her face. She started waving her hand in the air, "Oh, oh, oh! I'll provide moral support! I'll sing him a song!"
Adam rolled his eyes up into his head. "... Very well, Ms. Bertoose. You, follow me to where you need to do your job.." He shrugged, and turned around, heading towards the staff dorms. With both of his little delinquents behind him.
Oh dear God Almighty, it was worse than he thought. Listening to the authoritative judgements of the man, and beyond that, being all too aware now of what Sylvia was going to do, he was all but ecstatic in the most sarcastic way he could be. But he didn't complain. He didn't draw attention to himself, beyond letting out a "Yes sir." joined alongside a sigh. He was used to being punished like this, after all, it wasn't the first time he had gotten himself in a bad situation because of his temperament. But those times were the past, maybe the man was right. Besides, he had actually somewhat complimented, saying that Nicholas himself had common sense! It was the nicest thing he had heard from anyone all day, so he supposed it was a step up, even if it -did- mean cleaning duty.
Nonetheless, as he followed after Adam, he curiously looked him over. Something about the way he held his fingers to his head earlier perked Nicholas' interest. He tilted his head, the curiousity beginning to nibble at his mind like a small rat, slowly making its way through all kinds of obstacles to get that elusive, mind-persuading cheese that just never stopped plaguing its little mind, uuugh. "Em...sir...that -thing- you did, with your fingers?...Was that some sort of telepathy?" He asked. Oh dear, hopefully, he didn't just upset the old man and open up a can of worms. After all, he had dealt with a couple of teachers who didn't -want- to teach, they just wanted to say the same stuff every school year to a new set of students and get them out of the way so they can get their pay. There -was- a difference between the two, after all.
Hm... Maybe this child is a bit more perceptive than he had anticipated. That, or he's experienced telepathy before. Either case worked. Adam answered his question, quick and simple, "Yes. One of the powers I have access to is Telepathy. It was how I found you, in fact." Adam nodded his head, casually dropping the fact that he may be a power replicator, or have multiple powers. Adam lead them through the maze-like hallways of the school. Going from the student dorms to the staff dorms... It wasn't long until they reached the place Adam talked about. He stopped right there, and put his hand out. "This is what you'll be working on today."
"Awwww, damn! Those kids balls haven't eve-" Sylvia inserted, surprised.
"Watch your mouth, young lady." Adam cut Sylvia off.
What was the damage? An entire hallway covered in crayon drawings. It wasn't just scribbles, it was actual drawings. Someone had drawn a house, a open field, and an oversized sun with crayons alone. While on the other side, there was a mirror drawing, except it was night time. Whoever did this was quite the artist. Probably had something to do with their power. Either way, it was a mess.
"The staff apprehended who was responsible for this earlier...." Adam quickly walked over to a janitor closet, before pulling out a bucket of water. Which was warm, and had vineagar and baking soda mixed into it. It also had a large sponge floating in it. "... You'll need this. It has everything you need to get all this nonsense off the walls." Adam nodded his head, before he turned around and walked the opposite direction. "I will come back to check on you later... I suggest you make haste..." Adam took off his glasses, and gave Nick a dry glare. "... For I plan on making you do a private lesson to make up. Goodbye." Adam disappeared into the hallways.
"... Best ya' get that ass working. I think I see a penis in there!" Sylvia quickly said, as she got out the way, finding a nearby corner, sitting down in it. She pulled out her guitar and began playing it for no reason at all. She played a soothing, lovey-song. "... Just to keep you entertained." She looked at him with a sinister smirk, "Now get to work! We have many more adventures that just call for us!"
Really? Crayon drawings? To be fair, it wasn't as bad as he expected, and it could have gone much worse. On the bright side, though, his assumptions about what Adam had done were proven true, and his curiosity was satisfied. At least, for now. Perhaps his knowledge of video games hadn't served him falsely, being he had seen something similar. Not to mention, saturday morning cartoons were always fun to watch. Either way, he quickly made his move, grabbing a hold of the sponge floating in the water, and then turning towards the wall with the night theme, and beginning scrub along the walls. "Yeah, yeah. I know." He simply responded to the girl, looking at her for a moment with a straight face before looking back. Private lesson, huh? Well, at least it would possibly get him away from Sylvia. Definitely something to look forward to, instead of being stressed out by her shenanigans to try to hide away from her.
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