Valentine
Valentine smiled at Fae. "Just trust me. I advise you hang on tight, mon cheri. Might be a bumpy ride. Ah, by the way, where would you say dear Amy lives?"
As soon as he had his answer, Valentine shut his eyes, muscles tensing throughout his body as he concentrated. Sure enough though, the sheet metal lifted off the ground.
"Welcome to the magic carpet, may all your dreams come true." he imitated the voice of Genie from Aladdin. "Please keep all hands, arms, feet, legs, and heads inside the carpet. Thank you."
The moment he was done speaking, the sheet metal flew (yes, flew) off the property. Quickly gaining elevation, Valentine grinned.
"Hang on, mon cheri. It's a bit of a trip down, if you know what I mean."
As they reached higher speeds, Valentine concentrated on creating a sort of telekinetic safety bar surrounding the sheet of metal. His arms were trembling slightly from the effort, but he kept going. He'd obviously done this once or twice before, as displayed by the way he nimbly steered them around obstacles, even with his eyes closed. Before much time had passed, they were dropping in altitude and stealthily landing in a field.
"This way, little cheri." Valentine opened his eyes and tugged Fae to her feet, standing as he did so. He led her out of the field and into a neighborhood. "I believe that is the home of your Amy?"
Julian
Julian looked up, startled, as Danielle came back into the room and began fussing over him.
He shrugged in response to her question. "I.. had a small skirmish with the side table. Evidently it won."
When she practically tore his shirt off, he scooted away from her, startled. " I, uh. You know, when I imagined a girl tearing my shirt off I thought it'd be in a completely different way." he winced as he laughed.
"I appreciate your discretion, Frauline. The nurses would have made me much worse off than I am. This is but a flesh wound, Frauline. Do not worry. I have had much worse than this in my time." he stood up, despite any protests that Danielle might have made.
"I will be right back. I must get a new shirt before a nurse comes in here. I'm not sure how many more rules I can be caught breaking before they send me away. Come to my room if you'd like to talk. Tell the nurses you're helping my study. My grades are ill enough for them to believe that." he fled the room and stealthily headed back to his own, thankful that none of the nurses were about.
Quickly bandaging his side with a strip of fabric from his already tattered sheets, Julian pulled on a fresh shirt and reclined on his bed, relaxing on the comforter that was only half on the bed.
Valentine smiled at Fae. "Just trust me. I advise you hang on tight, mon cheri. Might be a bumpy ride. Ah, by the way, where would you say dear Amy lives?"
As soon as he had his answer, Valentine shut his eyes, muscles tensing throughout his body as he concentrated. Sure enough though, the sheet metal lifted off the ground.
"Welcome to the magic carpet, may all your dreams come true." he imitated the voice of Genie from Aladdin. "Please keep all hands, arms, feet, legs, and heads inside the carpet. Thank you."
The moment he was done speaking, the sheet metal flew (yes, flew) off the property. Quickly gaining elevation, Valentine grinned.
"Hang on, mon cheri. It's a bit of a trip down, if you know what I mean."
As they reached higher speeds, Valentine concentrated on creating a sort of telekinetic safety bar surrounding the sheet of metal. His arms were trembling slightly from the effort, but he kept going. He'd obviously done this once or twice before, as displayed by the way he nimbly steered them around obstacles, even with his eyes closed. Before much time had passed, they were dropping in altitude and stealthily landing in a field.
"This way, little cheri." Valentine opened his eyes and tugged Fae to her feet, standing as he did so. He led her out of the field and into a neighborhood. "I believe that is the home of your Amy?"
Julian
Julian looked up, startled, as Danielle came back into the room and began fussing over him.
He shrugged in response to her question. "I.. had a small skirmish with the side table. Evidently it won."
When she practically tore his shirt off, he scooted away from her, startled. " I, uh. You know, when I imagined a girl tearing my shirt off I thought it'd be in a completely different way." he winced as he laughed.
"I appreciate your discretion, Frauline. The nurses would have made me much worse off than I am. This is but a flesh wound, Frauline. Do not worry. I have had much worse than this in my time." he stood up, despite any protests that Danielle might have made.
"I will be right back. I must get a new shirt before a nurse comes in here. I'm not sure how many more rules I can be caught breaking before they send me away. Come to my room if you'd like to talk. Tell the nurses you're helping my study. My grades are ill enough for them to believe that." he fled the room and stealthily headed back to his own, thankful that none of the nurses were about.
Quickly bandaging his side with a strip of fabric from his already tattered sheets, Julian pulled on a fresh shirt and reclined on his bed, relaxing on the comforter that was only half on the bed.