Snippet #1238743

Jeph raised his hands, denying her a handshake or any formality of the sort. "Well well well, someone's a little crabby. I dont follow drama, nor do I really try to learn everyone's name. I only asked about the piece because it seemed to hold some significance for you. Now, since I'm obviously unwelcome here, I'll be off." He replied, pushing himself away from the wall and, seemingly unintentionally, into her 'personal space'. He quickly stepped away, and sidled towards the power outlet. "You have aggression issues, you know that, right? I hope I'm not delivering breaking news or anything, though. I'd hate to be the one to deliver that little tidbit in the daily paper." He chuckled, his smirk becoming more and more smartassey. Giving a mock salute, he stepped into the power outlet, and streamed through.

He made a few quick turns, and popped out at the other end of the room, nearer to the piano than he had been, and further away from Avaron than he was personally. Settling onto the piano bench, he crossed one leg over the other, and held his hands behind his head. 'The only thing you can do is run, Jeph. She has more power in the politics of the school than you, stronger powers than you, and she can probably break this bench over your head if she wished to do so.' His internal voice of caution warned. Smirking slightly more than before, he knew one thing that he would never do is admit that the voice of reason was more correct about his situation than he was. "Oh, and Avaron, the lightning was a bit over-the-top; I would have gotten a bit more of a threat out of you telling me not to do whatever it was I did again. As far as I'm concerned, lightning is like bringing a cannon to a water-gun fight; sure, it seems like a good idea at the time, but no one is going to take it seriously enough to be threatened." He shouted, once more prepping himself to dive for the power outlet he had recently vacated.