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Caelan McManus

"Some call me Event Horizon. Fitting."

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a character in “The Academy For The Unusually Gifted”, as played by ZenMon

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General Information


Name: Caelan McManus

Sex: Male

Age: 18

Hair: White

Height: 6’

Weight: 187lbs

Personality: Highly arrogant, Caelan looks down upon any whose powers are inferior to his or Mihael’s. Naturally, because of their incredible strength, the two don’t have any real equals that they’ve met so far. However, unlike his brother, Caelan has a hair-trigger temper. He can keep relatively calm for most of the time, particularly when his brother is around to give him someone "worthy" to be around. He's very easily set off, and has difficulty restraining himself from crushing things around him in a heartbeat. Where as Mihael's the seductive one, Caelan is the brash hothead.

Likes:
Dogs, Red Meat, a decent fight, respectable powers and people, freedom to do whatever he wishes.

Dislikes:
Authority, Inferiority, Weakness, Preachy Hypocrites.



Abilities


Main Ability: Gravity Manipulation – Caelan can dramatically increase or decrease the gravitational pull in an area.

So begins...

Caelan McManus's Story

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Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Utrien Qualiente Character Portrait: Caelan McManus Character Portrait: Michael G. Haddock Character Portrait: Tyson Jackson Character Portrait: Judy McGee
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When the girl spoke to her, she had been looking at the girls shoes, somehow not wanting to do eye contact. ”It’s fine, and Panther is nothing to fear, he’s a nice dog, just pet behind his ear and you’ll be fine” she said with a smile. She turned as the girl entered the room, and picked up Panther. ”So I didn’t catch your name” she said, moving to the girls other side.

Panther licked the girls hair, not knowing what else to lick, his tail moving and whacking Judy’s arm

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"Ingrates, all of them..."



Caelan's thoughts roiled as he aimlessly wandered the hallways from the cafeteria, passively looking for the courtyard. As thoughts continued to roll in his head like clothing in a tumble dryer, Caelan's mood soured once again. Why then? Why that worthless pyrokinetic? Why couldn't he just consign them all to a singularity and be done with it? They would only be pawns in the end anyway, unless they showed extreme talent like Desire, and Katherine to a lesser extent. His anger began to burn brighter, and hotter, fueling the instabilities that came with his powers. Objects in the wake of his path in the hallway shifted slightly, only barely displaced as they floated for brief moments. Why. Why why why why WHY!? It suddenly occurred to him that the almost physical weight of the sun and heat once again bore down on his shoulders. He'd somehow manage to navigate himself to the courtyard, despite his inner turmoil.

Out in the sunlight, Caelan began to pace back and forth across a small section of the courtyard, his jaw clenched in thought. Why should I be FORCED to be pleasant with them? Why!? Loose stones began to float around him as his anger continued to grow unchecked. Why should I tolerate them? Why? Why can't I just crush them all into NOTHINGNESS!? Why can't they all SCATTER? The stones began to orbit Caelan, gaining speed as his temper rose. Why... can't... they... all... GO! One of the stones whipped around Caelan too quickly, and struck him across the cheek, leaving a small cut. The physical pain very nearly threw his grip of control away, however, he used it as a focusing tool. Caelan sat, crossed his legs, and began to slow his breathing. Then, slowly, the stones slowed their frenzied dance around him. As he began to calm down more, they lazily rotated around him, almost as a symbol of his own inner harmony. With his temper slowly snuffing out, Caelan rose, floating off the ground in the center of his own model universe. Calm. Harmony. He was the master, not his own power. He couldn't rely on Mihael forever, anyway. If he was here, he may as well get used to being separated from his brother.

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Amelia sat with her knees pulled up near her chest and her head tilted backs lightly so it lay against the caged wall as she exhaled and inhaled slowly to regain her breath after having lost most of it during her competitive game of baseball, with herself. In the distance Amelia heard the sound of furniture scratching against tiled flooring, and then a muffled crash, followed by silence and eventually the sound of growing footsteps. Once she heard a door creaking and the quick footsteps come closer, Amelia tilted her head forward and opened her once closed eyes.

Across the courtyard, a white-haired man paced with his jaw clenched. Amelia assumed the sounds she heard inside could have some connection with the increasingly angry man she saw in front of her. As the man paced, and seemingly grew more angry, Amelia spotted a collection of stones began to lift and rumble their way though the air, circling him as he continued his internal angry ranting. Amelia considered putting up her shield, just incase a stone flew haywire and made it's way directly toward her.

Half-way through the process of creating the shield, one of the stone struck the man across his cheek which ripped him back into reality, or so it seemed. Eventually the man went from angered to calmed and sat himself on the floor, crossing his legs as the stones slowed their whirlwind and progressed into a slow rotation around him. Amelia waved back into visibility as she broke down her shield and watched the man from where she sat, cocking her head slightly in curiosity as she watched the man then begin to float off of the ground. He seemed to be meditating, which was understandable, she was told once that some people could float just from pure inner peace and a clear mind. But this was a school specifically for people with powers a parade of freaks, where the vultures would pick the weak to death and listen to the commands of those who were strong. The man seemed like the strong type, but his anger made Amelia wonder if he'd be a strong leader. The way she saw it, a level-head was the appropriate essential for survival and leadership, especially amongst a load of potentially life-threatening powerful teenagers.

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Character Portrait: Marshall Stevens Character Portrait: Jurou Kawaguchi Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Utrien Qualiente Character Portrait: Caelan McManus Character Portrait: Michael G. Haddock
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Utrien's eyes sharpened the moment he saw the cobra. Even if he was adept at handling wild animals, he was still wary around them specially with Ezra around. Unlatching his tentacles from the ground, he made them rise up and wave to Fang. If she wants to freak people out, alright with him. He can play that game just fine. He didn't sleep as much as he wanted and his usual serene and shy demeanor is gone, replaced by an uncaring and sarcastic demeanor.

So many varied people arriving, so little presence to go over there and talk. He slumped over the table and laid down with his face sideways, too much interaction with nothing much happening. First the cat incident, then the marshall and jurou faceoff, followed by Caelen, Ty and Michael. He knew that Ramone told him to socialize but this is ridiculous. He liked animals and plants, they were much more predictable. Less drama and more upfront.

Utrien turned his face towards Michael. "The only thing they are feeding us here is slop and other unrecognizable food. Spam would be better than this, and that's Something Pretending As Meat. Talking about delicious food with actual ingredients would be more of a disadvantage, no?" Utrien grinned. His sarcastic side is getting the better of him, mostly why he naps. Waking up gives him a mellow and soft buzz that subdues that. He shrugs mentally 'oh well i'll be living here with them and looks like i won't get much sleep. They might have to get used to it.' He sat up with a cheeky grin.

The next thing that happened was another unexpected event. Marshall is flashing. And not the girl kind of flashing, but the flashing from reality flashing. He's flickering from view. With wide eyes, Utrien took some of the slop and smeared it on Marshall's arm. He thought of smearing it on to Marshall's face as a moustache but he doesn't know what's in there. He wants Marshall to be visible, not sick from some new disease. "I'm sorry, i just need you to be visible. You did say that you sometimes can't control your power, maybe this is one of those times?" Then Marshall flickered halfway back to solid. "...At least i didn't smear it on your face like my original plan," he reasoned with a sheepish smile. "I would suggest to coat yourself with something that's easy to see. Wouldn't want any accidents. Maybe this is a stress thing though. Who knows, but hey maybe you can now haunt the kitchen so they can make the food better" he added with a somewhat unhelpful shrug.

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After Jurou finished his slop rather quickly, he simply sat there and listened to the trio for a bit, then got bored and started to day dream, leaning his elbow on the table he stared off into the distance with his face leaning on the palm of his hand with a natural irritated look about him as he began to think of ways to give Marshall hell. Perhaps he could simply just tease him from time to time for fun, although watching him squirm sounded just as fun but he wasn't sure if it was a good idea in front of a lot of people. He continued not to pay attention to anyone or anything around him for quite a bit, simply thinking, the random object his eyes were fixated on did not change, he simply stared at a random chair for quite a while until finally he snapped out of it casually and looked at the three. "Marshall, you're terrible at flirting, aren't you embarrassed about everyone seeing how bad you are at it?" With that little snark remark, which he said as if it were part of casual conversation, no sudden grin on his face, just a blank expression as he looked him in the eyes, then back at Michael. "I'm really bored now. Can we go. I didn't come here to watch the circus." That little comment was towards the little fight of sorts if you could call it that, that happened while he wasn't paying full attention. He could still hear all the drama, just didn't care for it. Jurou was acting quite serious and impatient now, itching to just get out side and let out all the built up energy he had stored in him. He didn't even really care about Marshall's random flashing, as long as it didn't affect him he would let him keep flashing. "You look better half visible." Okay one more little asshole comment, now he needed to just wait until they got out of the damn place so he could cool off by running a bit or something. He couldn't care less if someone brought a damn dragon into the cafeteria by this point. When he noticed Utrien smear slop on Marshall he started chuckling out loud like a little kid, which in a way was a nice change to see him smiling and laughing from his frowning face.

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Judy had refused to even look at her in the eye as she apologized, told her that her dog was nothing to be afraid of if you just pet behind it's ears, she picked up her pit bull up and then walked towards the snake girl Fang who had just walked into the room. Kat blinked and watched her walk away, why had she bothered even saying anything. "I appreciate the honest. We all got our demons. Sometimes they seem like actual demons." The boy closed his eyes and tenses almost as if he regretted what he just said. Strange. She didn't ask him about it though, not her place to pry into others matters. "I'll try not to 'flame on' when I'm around. Just don't get to mad if I slip up ever now and then." She nodded and shot him a small smile, even though she couldn't actually say ok to that. She would have to work on her fear and how she might react when it does happen. For now she wouldn't think about it. The boy cursed and freaked out about the snake, saying something about missing the memo on pets and saying he wanted a Komodo dragon. She took this moment to quietly make her way over to the cafeteria line, take a bottle of water and then start walking to the exit. She looked back in an attempt to wave back at the boy but he was too distracted and she wanted to be alone. All day people have either spoken over her and not let her get a word in or just ignored anything she said, she was tired of it. She sighed and pushed the cafeteria door open just enough for her to slip through, leaving the room of buzzing conversations behind. The hall outside was almost unnervingly quiet. She thought about where to move. Option one was back into the cafeteria, that was not going to happen. Option two was her room, that was REALLY not going to happen anytime soon. She took a long sip of the water and started moving. "Only one place to go then."

She walked to the end of the hall and then turned, trying to figure out where exactly the courtyard was. Meditation sounded more exhausting than productive right now since she was too tired to even get mildly irritated much less angry but the thought of Caelan floating made her smirk. He was a really interesting guy. He was short tempered, violently impulsive, slightly sadistic and could be very intimidating at times but there was more to him. She couldn't forget the expression on his face when he spoke to her about them being partners. He looked almost...cute. There is no way that a true psycho could make such a shy and vulnerable expression. Everyone had their good and bad sides right? She kind of wanted to see that warm smile of his again. It was soothing, compared to all the glares and scorns she had seen on peoples faces today. She turned one more time and saw a door with light shining through it. Had she found the place at last? Only one way to find out. She stepped outside, momentarily blinded by the sunlight. She rubbed her eyes with her sleeve, it took her a few seconds and half a dozen blinks to see clearly again. What she saw was Caelan, surrounded by pebbles, sitting on the floor in his zen mode. His back was to her so she couldn't see his face but she didn't have to. Swallowing the rest of the water she made her way towards him, stopping a few feet away as to not bump into his pebble display. "So by the tranquil master of harmony and the lovely display of levitating pieces of this beautiful land...I shall assume this Floating Zen 101?" She said it in a playful voice, placing the bottle on the floor next to her and bowing dramatically in respect to the teacher before her. She didn't feel like she was about to pass out anymore, enough water was back in her system it seemed. Her entire body felt heavy though and she craved a bed that was not available at the moment. So why not try to enjoy herself a little in this hell hole after today? She was allowed to be a dork now and then.

When she straightened up from her dramatics she noticed someone else in the area. It was a girl. Kat sighed, hoping that this girl wasn't like the last three weirdos she had encountered. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't had a single pleasant encounter with a girl all day. First the mess in her room with Desire, the blatant disregard for any courtesy about the fact that it was HER room not someone else's by everyone in general including that odd Venom girl, the awkward encounter with Judy that later let to another awkward exchange that had not been any better than the first. Kat felt almost afraid to even attempt to communicate with this new girl, she was too exhausted to get in another fight, to frustrated to argue, too sleepy to even walk that far really. So she did the less exhausting thing she could think of and probably the least hostile thing she did all day, she waved at the girl.

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Control. Must. Maintain. Control



Caelan, externally, settled back onto the ground while the stones continued to rotate around him. Internally, Caelan had cut himself off from the outside world. The desert ceased to exist. The Academy, demolished. His emtions in harmony. He had become the master of his own domain. He had retreated into his own mind and soul, trying to wrestle his own emotions into control. He was long gone.

A pitch black void. Devoid of everything, filled with nothing. Only Caelan stood alone, his arms outstretched at his sides. He accepted the nothingness, allowed it to flow through him and expunge the turbulent emotions that raged within him. The roiling chaos seemed to seep from him and flow out. With his distractions eliminated, Caelan began his mental exercises. At a twitch of his hand, his own version of existence flowed into being. Sweeps of his hands created asteroid fields, black holes, and constellations. His hands moved, and the space obeyed. Planets, galaxies, and suns grew, flourished, died, and recycled themselves, further continuing the cycle of existence. He was god. However, as he strode through his creating, an unnerving presence haunted him. Something lurked in the darkness, acting against his own creations. Unraveling them, destroying them. Seekeing to usurp his rule. Caelan sought out the intruder, heading deep into his mental universe. The further he strode, the less of his masterpiece he saw. When he was surrounding by nothing but blackness once more, the blackness spoke back.

”You. You think yourself the master of your own universe. You think yourself perfect. You are far from it, Caelan. You and I both know it.

Caelan turned, facing the anomaly in his creation. A silhouette faced him. He didn’t need to guess to know whose silhouette it was. The shadowy version of himself wavered, flowed, and stared back at him with hard crimson eyes. Expressions of outrage, hatred, anger, and sorrow flashed across shadow Caelan’s face. The only constants were the two angry crimson eyes. Eyes that were exact copies of his own.

You know nothing of control, Caelan. You never have. You never will. It’ll always be the same. I will always be there to get in your way. You’ll lose control, again. You’ll crush those you care about until they cease to be. Starting with that pretty redhead we seem to like. Katherine was it? Just imagine how she'll look lying broken before you, bleeding into that beautiful red hair of hers. Try as you might, you’ll only fail. As you’ve always failed. I’ll watch, and laugh. As always.

No. Not this time. I will master you, you will bow before me. I WON’T DO IT AGAIN.

At Caelan’s outburst, something changed within him and with the shadowy version of himself. The dark Caelan’s form sharpened while his own began to waver. He could feel it, as strange a feeling as it was. In his moment he knew his downfall. He couldn’t let himself become that
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”I will conquer you. I WILL not lose this. I can’t lose! I won’t!

"So by the tranquil master of harmony and the lovely display of levitating pieces of this beautiful land...I shall assume this Floating Zen 101?"

Katherine’s voice ripped Caelan from his inner confrontation back to the desert. Back to the Academy. The stones slowed their orbit and settled, creating a ring around himself. He opened his eyes, blinking in the overwhelming brightness for a brief moment before he could see again. Katherine playfully bowed before him, like a student before their master. He stood, returning the bow with a flourish.

”Well then, student, approach so we may begin the lessons. We will see what you can become during your studies.

Caelan noticed a girl sitting off in another portion of the courtyard. She looked a little too young to be here, but it wasn’t completely out of the question. Who knows what her powers were? He decided that he’d play at the level-headed figurehead and beckoned her over in turn. ”You can join in too, if you want. Or watch, whatever works!

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ile only staring at the man for a few moments, Amelia saw from the corner of her eye another person enter the courtyard, this time it was a lady with long red hair. The lady walked over to the man and spoke to him, she seemed to be trying to act playful towards him as she spoke and then bowed, this made Amelia wonder what kind of relationship the two had.
Only after finishing her one-way conversation did the lady then look over to realize that Amelia was in the courtyard too and so the lady waved.

Amelia was surprised at first that she had been noticed, the man didn't seem to see her before he started meditating, but naturally she waved back. Then, only a few seconds later the man's display of rocks and stones settled themselves and stopped moving as the man then opened his eyes and stood to reply to the girl. He seemed playful too, which was a change to how Amelia saw him before, angry and frustrated, she assumed the meditation was working. After finishing replying to the lady and ushering her to sit with him, Amelia realized this must have been a meditation session between the two, and her thoughts were only confirmed when the man asked if she'd like to join.

After the man's seemingly kind gesture of finally noticing her and offering her a place in their sessions, Amelia then stood and lifted her bat up, letting it rest against her shoulder as she walked over to the two, waiting until she came level with the man and the red-headed lady before she spoke in her quiet, monotone voice, "No, sorry... sport is my form of meditating and since I can not.." Amelia pulled the bat down off of her shoulder and tapped it in her palm, feeling the cold metal as she spoke, "I will go have to find something else, so that I do not disturb your session.." and with that small bit of speech, Amelia made her way out of the courtyard and back inside the building, heading directly to her room.

After putting the baseball bat safely away, Amelia began to think of what she said earlier about sport being her own form of meditation and so decided that, if she could no longer play baseball, she would go for a swim as she was certain there was said to be a pool here. Once appropriately dressed in her swimsuit and equip with a towel, goggles and sandals, Amelia left her room, closed the door and made her way down to the room which contained the pool.

Once there, Amelia placed her stuff down in a corner of the room. She made certain to fold up her towel neatly and then place the sandals on top so they would stay put and stay clean. Then, after securing her things, Amelia pulled her goggles down over her eyes and made her way to the edge of the pool, taking a deep breath before diving in and beginning breast-stroke once she had resurfaced. Half-way down the length of the pool, Amelia noticed the sound of sobbing and stopped her self so she could listen and look around for the source. It turned out to be another man, dripping wet on the side of the pool in his own swimming gear. Curious. Amelia decided to swim over to him, but she knew of the possibilities the others may of had with their powers, so she stayed in the water and kept herself afloat as she looked up at him on the edge and spoke, "Why are you crying?" she asked the man, her voice similar to the emotionless, monotone vibe it had earlier. Amelia waited for the man's reply, tilting her head slightly in curiosity as she noticed the man starting to flicker and waver in and out of existence.

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Kats arrival must have gotten the boys attention. The impressive display of a mini milky way of pebbles floating around him slowed it's flow until it all stopped in one smooth motion. The objects floating around around him still looked impressive in their stilled motion. Caelan stood up and took his own graceful bow, the expression on his face mirrored the one she had seen the moment they met. A relaxed and warm atmosphere surrounding him. It almost made Kat want to draw what she was seeing. He was really something to look at under the sun. Those captivating golden eyes, that alluring contrast between his tanned skin and his cloud white hair, his almost unreal height ...they almost made him look angelic. If angels could be blood thirsty devils with explosive tempers and psychotic humor. That zen thing worked faster that she expected if he already had himself under control. Maybe he just had that much more control than she did? That sounded a lot more realistic.

”Well then, student, approach so we may begin the lessons. We will see what you can become during your studies.You can join in too, if you want. Or watch, whatever works!" He spoke to her first, an almost silent challenge hidden in his statement. What possible change could her gaining control over her temper bring? Then again, she hadn't even overcome doing silly parlor tricks with her owners because if she tried anything more powerful she would loose it. She would always end up bringing herself to her physical limits a lot faster and collapse, sometimes for days at a time. If she could pull back, hold back her emotions during her power use, then maybe just maybe she could be capable of more. That idea filled her with the urge to take this zen thing a lot more seriously. He spoke to the girl that was across the courtyard from them, breaking her train of thought. The small girl made her way towards them in response, bat in hand, and stopped in front of them. Her childlike eyes scanning both Caelan and Kat curiously. She tapped the bat with her hand and spoke in a quiet almost robotic voice, as if the words were a second thought and her mind was already on something else.

"No, sorry... sport is my form of meditating and since I can not...I will go have to find something else, so that I do not disturb your session.." With that, the tiny female left through the same doors that Kat had just walked through. That made her thoughts on whether this girl would be like the rest fly out the window. She wouldn't even get the chance to find out, she was just brushed off like half the people in the cafeteria. Ok, it was official. Every single girl in this place was a nut job. She had never gotten along with girls but this was ridiculous. Either they treated Kat like a child or someone beneath them or ignored her presence all together. This place was really getting on her last nerve. With her back to Caelan, still watching the door as it swung closed, she spoke in a mildly annoyed voice.

" You know...I am starting to feel lucky I got you as a roommate instead of a girl. The people here are a special kind of strange...Almost creeps me out to think of what it would be like to room with someone like Desire or Venom. Psh. That would not end well. She shook her head in dismay and turned towards him, a small but determined smile on her rosy lips. The idea dissolved quickly with the promise of reality. She didn't have to think about them, just her real roommate. Her partner. She walked towards him until she was just two feet away, her long red hair dancing in the soft breeze. He towered over her almost comically, she stood up straight trying to look taller. " What's my first lesson? Sensei. " She felt the gentle warmth of the sun caress her milky white skin, a slight fear of a sunburn lingering deep in the back of her mind. That same warmth light up her big grey eyes like two shards of glass on the beach, making them sparkle like gems.

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Judy just wanted to have a few female friends for once in her life. As she made her way back to her dorm, she began to cry, which made Panther upset. All her life she was never one to have friends. Animals were here only friends. Crying as she got to her dorm, putting Panther down, she threw herself down on her bed and sobbed.

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Passhia and her Cobra entered the room, seeing some people leave, she decided to stay and sit on a near by table, taking a lollipop out of her pocket, she unwrapped it and stuck it between her lips, taking it out again to talk, ”I’m not exactly someone you want to mess with, but I can be friendly, and I guess to fill the time in this hell hole, I could use a few friends.” she said looking around, hoping someone heard her, her cobra wound itself around her neck and seemed to disappear.

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"Teaching: How hard can it be?"


"No, sorry... sport is my form of meditating and since I can not...I will go have to find something else, so that I do not disturb your session.." With that rather short remark, the small girl with the baseball bat left. Caelan might be second guessing the general age group of the school, but she seemed incredibly young to be here. She looked no older than ten years old, but he'd seen stranger things in this world. He could control the ebb and flow of gravity while his brother could bend and sculpt time as an artist sculpts clay. What more could truly surprise him, when he really got down to it? Is she with that other group of students, the Cafeteria crowd? While unlikely, he couldn't readily dismiss the potential connection so easily. Anyone against the goal of his brother and himself would be swept away like chaff before the wind. There was no alternate course. Any who could not bend would be broken by the forces of the world itself. However, the insufferable boy from the cafeteria did have a point. Not a very strong one, but a point nontheless. If they did alienate them to the side of the school, they would provide another irritant to their conquest. Who knows what else the school was hiding, but it wouldn't take too long for Mihael, Desire, Katherine, and himself to surmount the challenge. Caelan couldn't help but faintly smile at the thought of subjugating this place. It'd be a blow for the good of people like them. To show they wouldn't be subjugated easily. Not by a long shot.

"You know...I am starting to feel lucky I got you as a roommate instead of a girl. The people here are a special kind of strange...Almost creeps me out to think of what it would be like to room with someone like Desire or Venom. Psh. That would not end well. Caelan returned his eyes to Katherine as she spoke. In spite of the blazing desert sun, Caelan's eyes dilated. A faint breeze blew towards him, lifting Katherine's crimson tresses and causing them to dance about her face, while her silvery grey eyes seemed to cut through to his very core. His brain struggled to keep noting the details while his heart rate increased so his brain could do what it wished. Again, time seemed to stand still, but Caelan was looking forward to the phenomenon. He couldn't explain it, but he knew it was happening. When time seemed to stop entirely, Caelan's brain went into over drive. Everything had to be remembered as perfectly as possible. The heat, the breeze dancing across his face, the cloudless sky, and the silence that seemed to envelop the entire courtyard. Most of all, her. He wanted to remember her. Even in this prison, he felt himself truly fortunate to have met someone like her. Someone who he could honestly call a friend, an ally. He hoped she would think of him in a similar light, and her small smile seemed to confirm his unspoken thought. She stood straighter, as if trying to be more intimidating, and her smile seemed to grow ever so slightly. "What's my first lesson, Sensei?"

Caelan laughed lightly, and gently beckoned her over. "Approach, student, so that we may begin." A laugh almost seemed to permeate Caelan's words. He honestly was enjoying himself, for now, at least. The thought of his own inner selves battling it out for supremacy of his powers made the necessity of self control a pressing matter on his mind. While he'd also be teaching her, he needed to seek control so he wouldn't need to rely on Mihael being there if he lost control. He gestured to a spot just in front of him and sat down, choosing to cross his legs like he had before. "Sit, and we'll begin. Make sure you are comfortable, but don't slouch so that you might fall asleep. We want you to be as relaxed as possible without out-right sleeping. That's too relaxed. Next, breath normally. I won't be super strict with how you should breathe, but it should flow. Don't impede it, let it come and go. Then, when you are satisfied with your breathing, let your thoughts copy the air you breathe. Let it flow, let it run free. Don't seek to control it, let it take its own course. If they disturb you, gently try and move them away. Let the river of your thoughts flow free. Don't try to block the flow, you'll get dragged under and lose control faster than you'd ever realize. Just relax, let it do what it will, and you will be more in control when you'd ever thought possible." He smiled, satisfied with his own explanation. "If you think you've got it, show me. Just relax, Kat. Relax, and let your mind do its own work."

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Her words had the most satisfying response from him she could hope for, he laughed. The sound was better than anything she had heard all day, it almost made her forget the shitty moments she had been through. Almost. With that same warm smile on his lips he motioned for her to get closer. "Approach, student, so that we may begin." It almost seemed as if he were having fun right now, as opposed to an infuriatingly annoying time that nearly drew him to public property destruction and accidental (or not so accidental) murder of innocent (or maybe not so much) bystanders in the cafeteria. For a moment it made her think of what it would be like to have him drowning in a nightmare and have his powers activate in his sleep. She swallowed at the thought of becoming a tiny rectangle of oozing blood on her bed without even waking up to feel it happening. At least she would die quickly and unaware right? Right...She shuddered the thought away and gingerly moved forward to the spot Caelan had pointed at just in front of him.

"Sit, and we'll begin. Make sure you are comfortable, but don't slouch so that you might fall asleep. We want you to be as relaxed as possible without out-right sleeping. That's too relaxed."She stopped a moment and maneuvered her jacket in a way that it covered her legs as to not flash him before sitting down in front of him. She attempted to mimic his cross legged pose, not without effort, and was surprised that it was a lot more comfortable than it looked. She did all this while listening to his instructions. His words were both clear and hysterically confusing. It almost sounded as if her were telling her relax but don't relax. To get comfortable till she feels like she is going to fall asleep but don't dare fall asleep. Did he want her to calm herself or not? She decided on yes and straightened her back while wiggling her hips until she felt snuggled into her spot. The boy continued his explanation, jumping right into the intricate method of breathing.


"Next, breath normally. I won't be super strict with how you should breathe, but it should flow. Don't impede it, let it come and go. " He made her conscious of her breathing in a way that she now felt every breath, it no longer happened automatically. Curse him. She felt the warm air go into her nose and slide into her lunges, making her exhale in a way that she felt like a raging fire breathing dragon. Why was desert air so hot? Even now when the sun had started going down in the afternoon that temperature lingered. She repeated the motion until somehow she got used to the heat. She closed her eyes, concentrating only on the air going in and out of her body. At first it felt forced, robotic and almost bizarre but as she kept doing it her mind started wondering somewhere else allowing her body to move on it's own. That awareness of the oxygen filling her lungs slowly drifting to the back of her mind once more, letting the natural survival instincts kick in and take over. It made her feel so comfortable that a light haze started covering her mind, she was getting sleepy. She almost missed the next part of what he said, bordering on falling asleep, but she willed her ears to listen and her mind to stay up.

"Then, when you are satisfied with your breathing, let your thoughts copy the air you breathe. Let it flow, let it run free. Don't seek to control it, let it take its own course. If they disturb you, gently try and move them away. Let the river of your thoughts flow free. Don't try to block the flow, you'll get dragged under and lose control faster than you'd ever realize. Just relax, let it do what it will, and you will be more in control when you'd ever thought possible." Her thoughts? What was she suppose to be thinking of? How could thoughts flow? This was giving her a slight headache, too much thinking going on in her head. She arched an eyebrow when the word flow echoed through her mind. Flow? Water could flow couldn't it? Yes. Water is always flowing. She had all but disconnected from the rest of the world with those words floating in her head. His next words finished sending her into that whirlpool in her head. "If you think you've got it, show me. Just relax, Kat. Relax, and let your mind do its own work."

In her mind it was as if someone had just pushed her into a pool and she was sinking deeper and deeper into it's dark depths. Initially she felt freezing cold as if the water around her was secretly turning to ice without actually letting her see it's solid form. Feelings of fear overwhelmed her, panic set in as she struggled helplessly against the waters gravity. Pillars of bubbles scattered around her in a final dance for freedom, she reached for them but they would just slip through her fingers like sand and continue their venture towards the surface. Her arms seemed to glow with electricity, a dim light running through her veins all the way to her finger tips. Once it touched her fingers the water around her hand would freeze into ragged shapes of ice like a crystallized thunderbolt floating to the surface. Once it hit the air above it spread in every direction, covering the waters surface in a thick sheet of jaggedly sharp ice. Now even the enthusiastic bubbles trembled in fear against the cold wall that stopped them. They were so close yet so impossibly far away from freedom, splitting into smaller versions of themselves as the shards of ice sliced them in half. Her eyes had that same ghostly white glow her arms had seconds ago, a sure tell sign of her ice power running loose. She tried to close her hands into fists to stop herself but the cold had made them numb to the point they wouldn't move. This can't be happening...

On the outside, back in the courtyard in front of Caelan something strange and dangerous was happening. At first her body was still, her breathing slow and peaceful. It was as if she had fallen into a trance ans was just calm. Then suddenly she took a sharp breath almost like a gasp, her body tensing and the air around her dropping rapidly in temperature. Everything directly next to her had gotten very cold, small chunks of frost started covering her legs, arms and the ground beneath her. As her nervous breathing continued the frost took form. Bursting in a circular area around her at odd angles in the same jaggedly sharp shapes they had in her current nightmare. One such blade stopped inches from Caelans face, not one of the blades reaching farther than that distance in any direction. Although alarming and dangerous, when they stopped moving they were breathtakingly beautiful. The ice almost looked like a rose surrounding her, a clear crystal rose of ice. The sun shining down on it sent a prism of colors into the air, miniature rainbows decorating the thin chilly mist that surrounded Kat in her frosty prison. Her long crimson hair stood out within it like a candle in a dark room, giving her an almost mystical aura. She had never created such a large amount of ice instantaneously or consciously, but this did not take the form of a hostile attack. No. It was almost as if the ice were trying to shield her from something. Her powers, being so linked to her emotions, had sensed her panic and reacted as a shield but stopped almost instantly when they could not find a target. How could her powers defend her against her own mind? The expression on her face was one of calmness, the only sign of her distress having been the gasp from earlier. It was almost as if her cold numb boy represented the calm still exterior.

Back inside her head she was still sinking. Her lungs burned with pain, she couldn't hold her breath for much longer. The cold was making it even harder to hold it in, to not try and gasp for air underwater. She had to move, she had to get out of this state of falling but she couldn't make her body respond. It had fallen asleep from the cold and the fear she felt. Suddenly a searing pain shot through her head, her ears ringing.
" You are so pathetic. Always loosing control over nothing, you should be ashamed of how weak you are Katherine. An echoing voice spoke to her. In that moment everything froze. The water, the bubbles, the pain, the cold, the sound...her heart and her breathing. Everything just stopped. There was nothing but silence. Black and white silence. Was someone talking to her? No. That voice was the same voice she always heard during her sleep, during those restless nights she fought against raging fevers due to her over use of power. This wasn't someone else. It was her own voice trying to drag her deeper into this black hole. She was harder on herself than anyone about her power control. It had been over a year and she had gotten nowhere with learning to keep herself under control. " Yes, you can make ice cover the bottom of someones bed, you can make steam force people to want to faint, hell you can get someone lost in a cloud of fog or mist, but honestly? How impressive is that really Katherine? You can only manipulate it in such short bursts and quantities that you should be considered as hostile as a child with a snowball or a hairdryer . I'm shaking in fear oh no ! Your going to melt me with a hairdryer someone save me. HAHAHA. As if. The voice was clawing at her mind, making it feel like her head was splitting in half. One half pushing her to try and use her powers more even if they were destroying her with each try and the other half whispering such poisonous words about how hopeless she was every time she failed an attempt.

She had not proven the voice wrong with her actions and outbursts today but she still refused to listen. You will fall by your own hand one day Katherine, you will fall. Those pretty little tricks you like to do will slice you open in your sleep like a Christmas present. You will be all alone as you slowly bleed to death. You are going to decorate that comfy little bed with the same crimson mane you carry everyday. It will be a sight to see when y-... NO !!!!! THAT WON'T HAPPEN ! SHUT UP! You don't know what you are saying! I-.. Her silent scream and manifested as nothing more than a tear falling over her cheek in real life, her breathing had stopped. That soft warm breeze that had played with her hair before had now pushed the thin mist away from them, making Caelans view of Kat that much clearer. That was enough, she had enough of this ridiculous and scary dream. She had enough of her mental attacks on herself. She forced her hand to move within that frozen prison, pointing it down to the darkness bellow her. Her hand began to glow pure white as a pillar of thick ice shot down towards the darkness. The light moving in unison through it, destroying the black hole beneath her.Her real body in reality had begun to hyperventilate, the ice around her shaking and cracking into piles of slush or melting into puddles all together. Back in her head the pillar hit solid ground, the bottom of the pool, and pushed her entire body upwards like a rag doll as it kept growing. She braced herself for the impact on the solid ice wall above, her lungs not being able to bare the strain any longer gave in. She took a breath. She felt the rush of water try to drown every inch of her throat and her lungs. She choked as her body hit the ice hard...except she didn't feel it. Her eyes had opened in the real world at the exact moment she should have hit the surface. She fell forward to her hands and knees coughing and panting frantically, water actually coming out of her mouth as if she had actually swallowed some from the dream.

She spoke in a weak voice, in between her panting and coughing, trying to get herself under control.
" Y-you know...Yous-should...r-really...t-think about where s-som...s-someones mind will wonder in that s-state." She was taking longer breaths now and had stopped coughing. She looked up at him with big grey eyes, eyes that were filled with new found confidence, and a huge grin on her lips. "Not everyone is as ready to fight their inner demons as I am. Then again I am pretty bad ass." She rolled over into one of the puddles and groaned as she felt her clothes get wet, but she didn't move. She had just jumped a hurdle she had been trying to pass for over a year. An obstacle that she was keeping herself from over coming. All because she remembered one thing. She wasn't alone. She had someone, for now, standing beside her to help her. A tall, tanned, snow haired, golden eyed devil from the middle of nowhere. In a way he had become her guardian angel and even she didn't know it. She laughed in relief, sighing with an almost exhausted tone before speaking." Man do I suck at this. You tell me to relax and I go on an all out gladiator battle with myself inside my head. Well...in my defense I won. Maybe next time it will go smoother. Now that i don't have that booby trap in there..." This time she only smiled, too tired to laugh or move. Would he laugh at her failure? Would he be mad at her not taking it more seriously? Would he ask her to leave or not want her as a partner anymore? Suddenly all these fears ran through her head. She looked up at him for the first time since she returned to the land of the conscious living to find out.

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What happened in there!?

Caelan watched as Katherine slowly settled into a relaxed sitting positon, regulate her breathing, and settle into a meditative state. He had to admit, he was impressed. She settled right into the routine as if it were no big deal at all. Maybe she has more patience than I do? Well, there’s no maybe about it. She’s definitely more patient than I am. Far and away. Maybe I can learn something from this as well. He continued to watch Katherine as she descended into the meditative trance he always knew he sank into during his personal sessions. Momentarily distracted, he got lost in observing. The slow rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, along with the faint dancing of her hair in the breeze, captivated him. It was almost like a scene out of a movie. A movie I never thought I’d see. How many times did Caelan and I tease each other about how I’d never get close to anyone ever? Looks like I win, brother. For once. He continued to watch her meditate, enjoying the view.

The cool breeze seemed to bring the entire scene together. Wait.. Cold? Why’s it cold? Small, rapidly growing patches of ice began to appear on Katherine’s skin and clothing. Caelan reached outward to wake her up, then recoiled a moment later as Katherine sharply drew in breath, almost as if she’s in pain. Caelan leaned forward to try to reach her again when icy blades erupted from Katherine. One blade stopped just short of his face, causing him to thank his fortune that he didn’t lean forward to help her at that exact moment. The blade startled him enough for him to fall backwards, getting a larger view of the sculpture surrounding Katherine. The ice, forming a rose with her as the center, momentarily made his jaw hang loose. She almost looked like a princess from fantasy stories, frozen in time for her safety and until her prince would come to save her. Recovering from where he fell, Caelan could only watch and hope she wouldn’t accidentally freeze to death in her icy shell. Moments stretched like years. Caelan decided that enough was enough, he’d break her out of there if he had to. Not even a full step was taken when the ice began to dissipate. He rushed forward as Katherine fell, vomiting an alarming amount of water that hadn’t been there before.

” Y-you know...Yous-should...r-really...t-think about where s-som...s-someones mind will wonder in that s-state.” She was coughing and shaking, the water finally out of her system. He crossed the short distance to where she knelt and knelt himself, waiting to see whether or not she’d pass out. Rather shockingly, instead of a look of terror, she radiated confidence and self-assurance. A large grin adorned her face as she looked up at him. ”Not everyone is as ready to fight their inner demons as I am. Then again I am pretty bad ass. Man do I suck at this. You tell me to relax and I go on an all out gladiator battle with myself inside my head. Well...in my defense I won. Maybe next time it will go smoother. Now that I don't have that booby trap in there..." Caelan smiled with relief and extended a hand to help her up. ”Yes, a badass you are, it seems. Next time, if you’ve got potentially dangerous reactions to stress, let me know ahead of time, eh? He chuckled on the outside, while he ignored the massive knot of tension that tried to batter its way out of his stomach. ”So, come on. Let’s get you dry. Even in this head, it can’t be good for you to stay that soaked. Do I need to help you back to the room? Will you be okay? Or do we need to stay here for a little while? We’ve got the rest of the day. Just be careful, yeah? Can’t have you crashing now, we’ve got a school to topple, right?"A brief moment passed before questions flew from Caelan's mouth. "What happened? What did you see? Why did your powers react like that? You nearly speared me! Are you okay? Do I need to be worried about being frozen to death if you have a nightmare? Are you settled, now? Do I need to do something? What was with all of that water? How did that happen? Did you almost drown yourself!?"

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He was kneeling right beside her before the words had finished coming out of her mouth. For the briefest moment in time, not even a full second, she saw fear and deep worry etched on his face. Those emotions, however, vanished without a trace leaving nothing but another of his killer smiles lingering on his lips that would mimic hers and two golden spheres full of genuine relief. Seeing her smile made him put such a tender look that it almost made her feel embarrassed. She didn't have a moment to waste on her bashfulness because his hand had reached towards her. She took it gladly as he spoke. ”Yes, a badass you are, it seems. Next time, if you’ve got potentially dangerous reactions to stress, let me know ahead of time, eh?" She smirked and answered him almost instantly as she sat up, saying in a ridiculously serious matter of fact tone. " Caelan. I have a high risk of potentially dangerous reactions or side effects related to stress, anger or panic filled situations. Not that you haven't noticed but...just giving you a heads up." The boy chuckled and continued to speak as he began to pull her up to her feet, her jacket dripping on the side from how soaked the puddle had left it and,due to gravity pulling the water back down to the ground, started making a new miniature puddle.

”So, come on. Let’s get you dry. Even in this heat, it can’t be good for you to stay that soaked. Do I need to help you back to the room? Will you be okay? Or do we need to stay here for a little while? We’ve got the rest of the day. Just be careful, yeah? Can’t have you crashing now, we’ve got a school to topple, right?" She nodded on the getting herself dry part and considered her options. Her first option would be to wait till the heat dried her clothes, which by the constant drip of her clothes might take a while even if she would eventually dry, but then she could catch a cold. Her second option would be to go back to the room, possibly shower and change and dry her clothes, but then there was the risk of there still being unwanted guests in there. The third option would be to possibly use her powers to almost air dry herself with steam, but then she might accidentally burn herself in the process and she was not about to strip in front of him to just dry her clothes by themselves. There was also the option of attempting to manipulate the water off of her but after that less than fun underwater adventure in her head she wasn't up to using her powers at this very instant.


Only a brief moment had passed during her thought deliberating before questions flew from Caelan's mouth like an erupting volcano. She blinked, overwhelmed by his sudden outburst and flurry of words. It almost felt like she was drowning in words this time, the sound covering every inch of space between them. "What happened? What did you see? Why did your powers react like that? You nearly speared me! Are you okay? Do I need to be worried about being frozen to death if you have a nightmare? Are you settled, now? Do I need to do something? What was with all of that water? How did that happen? Did you almost drown yourself!?" She could not get a word in even if she tried, much like the rest of today she didn't have enough presence so she did the next best thing. She would make him notice. In her half sitting half kneeling position she pulled herself forward with his hand as leverage, her hair falling over the front of her dress with the movement. Her other hand grabbed hold of his shirt for balance until she was kneeling directly in front of him, her face so close to his that he would feel her breath on his lips. She stared at him with a determined but amused look, as if she were holding back a laugh but too stubborn to not go through with this.

" Oy ! Comrade. How am I supposed to answer any of that if you wont stop and wait for an answer ??! Heh. I appreciate the concern. Really I'm fine. Ok now let's see...what was the first question you sai- AH . Ok. I remember. Well, I kind of drifted to a really dark place in my mind. "Her expression turned a little sadder for a moment before she continued, she was now looking to the side almost lost in thought at the raw memories." I was pushed into a really deep pool. No matter what I did, I couldn't swim back up. I kept sinking deeper and deeper into the pool, I couldn't breath so I panicked. The next thing I know I froze the entire top layer of water, there was no way to get to the surface. I guess that when my fear made my powers activate in my little chaotic nightmare they also activated out here." She looked at him with guilty eyes, feeling genuinely sorry to the point her eyes watered. How could she have almost hurt her friend? Her partner? What kind of a person almost turned there roommate into a frozen dish on a stick!? Somehow sudden impaling didn't ring a bell in the know hows of bonding. Unless someone wrote a book on litteral ways to permanently bond with someone. Gross.

" I'm really sorry I almost speared you....I don't think you have to worry about it when I sleep. Then again...If anything ever happens just.....move away? Of try to wake me up? I honestly don't know. She had never had a roommate before so she didn't even know if her powers activated in her sleep. The thought planted a seed of worry in her mind. Not only because she might impale Caelan but at the possibility that she might impale herself. The thought made her shiver and looked at the puddles before she continued." As for the drowning. There was ...a voice. It was like I was talking to myself in the nastiest way possible. About how shitty my control is and how I would eventually d-.." She bit her lip. She couldn't bring herself to say the words die by her own hand as her voice so sleekly warned her in that nightmare. Instead she sighed and kept going, using her arms to show him the movements she explained." How I would and up hurting myself with my powers. Then my super awesome badness kicked in and I managed to make my powers to what I said. Then again how bad ass could it be to kick your own ass in a dream...anyhow. I pushed an Ice pillar all the way down, it did some weird glow in the dark voodoo thing and I started moving up like a torpedo. Then I couldn't hold my breath anymore so I gasped for air, swallowed a lot of water. Which I still have no idea how I actually swallowed water if it was in my head...I guess that's what the hurting by my own hand meant.... She stayed quiet for a second as that realization really sunk in. She almost drowned herself in a dream and ended up almost drowning in real life. How? She shook her head and tried to finish her story." Then I kept going until the surface and woke up right when i was going to go SPLAT! on the ice. She put both her hands together to symbolize her getting squished like a big against the ice, but the sudden movement made her slip on the wet floor and she started falling backward.

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Who wouldn't be worried if someone vomited water in front of them?

” Oy ! Comrade. How am I supposed to answer any of that if you won’t stop and wait for an answer ??! Heh. I appreciate the concern. Really I'm fine. Ok now let's see...what was the first question you sai- AH . Ok. I remember. Well, I kind of drifted to a really dark place in my mind.” Caelan winced. He knew he should’ve withheld his questions until she was stable and had some rest. He couldn’t take his words back, so he withheld the further questions he had until Katherine would have finished her story. He hoped that wouldn’t take too long, he had more questions. His own powers weren’t the most stable, but he hadn’t murdered anyone in his sleep to his knowledge. At least not yet. He hoped that wouldn’t change for quite a while.

" I was pushed into a really deep pool. No matter what I did, I couldn't swim back up. I kept sinking deeper and deeper into the pool, I couldn't breathe so I panicked. The next thing I know I froze the entire top layer of water, there was no way to get to the surface. I guess that when my fear made my powers activate in my little chaotic nightmare they also activated out here. As for the drowning, there was ...a voice. It was like I was talking to myself in the nastiest way possible. About how shitty my control is and how I would eventually d-.."" Outwardly, Caelan remained passive while he was listening to her recount of her meditative experience, while his hair slowly stood on end on the back of his neck. Her experience was hauntingly similar to his own. Talk about great minds thinking alike. It’s shocking that her mind processes so similarly to my own. Maybe we’re not so different after all. Lucky me, right? He tore himself away from his own inner soliloquy to continue listening to Katherine. ” How I would end up hurting myself with my powers. Then my super awesome badness kicked in and I managed to make my powers to what I said. Then again how bad ass could it be to kick your own ass in a dream...anyhow. I pushed an Ice pillar all the way down, it did some weird glow in the dark voodoo thing and I started moving up like a torpedo. Then I couldn't hold my breath anymore so I gasped for air, swallowed a lot of water. Which I still have no idea how I actually swallowed water if it was in my head...I guess that's what the hurting by my own hand meant....” Caelan’s eyes momentarily widened in realization of Katherine’s water vomiting. It was definitely something he’d have to keep an eye out for if he wanted to keep the one friend he had other than his brother around. But will she still be interested in fighting together if I lose control? No. I already know I can’t. It will take time, however. I must admit, I’ve grown used to just flattening anything that displeases me. If only I could have done that earlier on today, my day would be much less complicated. Then again, I wouldn’t have seen what I saw, which frankly, was incredible. I guess you need to take ever-

Caelan’s inner thoughts were, once again, interrupted by Katherine. As she began to fall backwards, Caelan shot forward and managed to catch her before she fell and cracked her head on the asphalt of the courtyard. Much as her frame gave away, Katherine wasn’t that heavy. If anything, the water made her feel much heavier than she had been earlier. Despite the dampness, Caelan thought she was rather warm. He could feel his own face growing hotter at the sudden contact. ”Well. Ah. We can’t have you adding head trauma to almost drowning, now can we? I will admit, the water was shocking. Granted, we’re around powers that would scare most normal people, but you never can really get used to seeing these kinds of things, I suppose. Well
 Shall we try to get you dried off, then? Do you need to rehydrate again, as well?

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As the group made it’s way to the courtyard, Marshall observed as Jurou threw his arm around Mike’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. It was obvious that Mike liked what ever it was he had said. Marshall thought back to his old school and he was reminded of multiple times he had seen many guys go off the handle from seeing something like this. Marshall’s mind didn’t work the same way as other guys though. Sure he was crushing hard on Mike, but Jurou was really nice too. And it was obvious that Mike liked both of them. “Why make it into competition, when it can be a party?” He thought, shocked a little bit by his own idea. He waited a second for one of his inner voices to chime in, he knew it was inevitable. “Are you fucking serious? You mean to tell me that, rather than making one or both of them feel hurt, or turning it into competition that no one would really win, you would go as far as to start a three-person romantic relationship?” The nagging voice asked. “Yes, if it came to that. I would prefer to pursue Mike exclusively, but if it means that anyone will get hurt, it’s not right if we all like each other. What if they aren’t willing to do something like that? Then I politely bow out and try to be happy for them. However, until such an issue arises, I will continue to go after Mike, but I will not get jealous if either of them flirts with the other one, that doesn’t help anyone. And Jurou’s just as sweet and handsome as Mike, I might even do a little flirting with him too.” The argument in his head seemed to be resolved for now. He glanced around to make sure no one was staring at him as he was sure he had mouthed a few of the words while arguing with himself. Nobody seemed to have noticed, so he smiled and walked a little faster to catch up to Jurou and Mike in the front of the group. He felt happier than usual now and was grinning uncontrollably. He knew someone would notice eventually, but he didn’t think it mattered and his plan was still going well.

They reached the courtyard and opened the doors leading outside. Upon walking outside, he noticed that the courtyard was already occupied by a red haired girl and gravity boy from the mess hall. The two seemed to be intently focused on something, and he didn’t think the group would want to get that guy angry again. Marshall headed toward the opposite end of the courtyard and waited for the others to join him.

“C’mon, slowpokes. I wanna see those wings and the sun is setting.”

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Michael opened his mouth and glared at Jurou rather playfully when he'd said that and gave him a light shove when he mussed up his hair. "Hey! You little douche it took me forever to get my hair this fab." he pouted and flicked at his bangs. Despite the fact that his hair was already inherently a royal mess. In his eyes it was a fabulously hot mess. "Wasn't exactly what I had in mind by rubbing but....suit yourself." He winked at Jurou allowing his mind to go down an unnecessarily dirty path. He was however just referring to his cat form rubbing up against him but....two birds in one stone. Tease him on all his forms. If it wasn't a sly poke at his catlike tendencies it was a sexual innuendo to get him flustered. This was a game Michael enjoyed.

“C’mon, slowpokes. I wanna see those wings and the sun is setting.”

Michael followed Marshall to the other end of the courtyard. "Here we are, the magnificent showcase of the one and only.........Angel." He spoke the last word with a whisper and smiled towards their small group. He spread his arms wide and took several steps back. He was still just in his jean pants and the muscles in his torso flexed gracefully with every move he made. The dry hot wind of the desert stirred and spiraled around Michael, stirring up small clouds of sand and dust. He turned around in place to show his back where his tattoos seemed to be literally pulling away from his skin, shedding their dark inky appearance like flakes of an old skin. His wings burst forth opening immediately. They where not like angel wings as they moved as if simply another part of his body, folding and adjusting their angle to avoid dragging along the ground or taking up the wind. When they folded they encased his back completely and where big enough to wrap around his body yet flexible enough to fold back along his spine.

He bent his knees and crouched low spreading his wings high up and without warning took off with an epic burst of wind. It was like setting off a rocket a cloud of red dirt was blast in all directions leaving a clean circle around where he once stood. He was rocketing upward at astonishing speeds his wings moving with astonishing speed and dexterity. He flew up several hundred feet and suddenly tucked his wings in tight, twisting his body in astonishing acrobatics ending in a hawk's nose dive. He adjusted to a glide that sent him in a circle over the courtyard.

Michael was in bliss up there. The skies where his home and it wasn't hard to see what with the passion and enthusiasm he gave to flying. He was more than an angel up there. He was an eagle, a hawk. Michael did a few barrel rolls, just to show off and allowed himself to slow before he landed, skidding across the yard. His wings gave a few light flaps to cool down before folding against his back and out of the way. He stood before the group, grinning ear to ear and bowed.

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The plan was going well. The site sight of those beautiful wings was amazing.It unfortunately distracted Marshall enough to where he didn't see the grin on Mike's face. Suddenly, without warning he took off and was doing an awesome aerial display, though it was hard to see from all the dust in the air, before landing and bowing. He had a huge grin, if it was possible he looked even cuter with the wings.

“So, how high up can you go?” Marshall asked in awe, hoping to antagonize another display out of him, though he was hoping for a slower display. His goal was for Mike to go as high as he could, hopefully high enough to where the group would look like ants, that should be about the right altitude. Marshall smiled and blushed a little bit as he looked Mike in the eyes when he asked him this. Then, for some reason, his visibility started to flicker once again.

"You should go as high as you can go and hold it for a minute to really show off your abilities."

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Amelia tried to speed up her walking pace as the others all walked along side each other in front, but her short legs could only take her so far in one step, and so she hung back behind the three and walked alongside the other man who she hadn't noticed before back at the dorm. The new man had tentacles, which didn't come as a surprise to Amelia; she knew others had powers in this place. However it did make her think, why tentacles? Is this man a radio-active mutant? of the kind you hear of in comics and video games?, but aside from what she may have thought, he looked how Amelia felt; tired - but Amelia's kind of tiredness was not the kind from lack of sleep, hers was emotional tiredness, the kind that called for a good, long internal conversation with one’s self. But Amelia was getting none of that here. It seemed she would have to work up a way to get around the never-ending interruptions in this place.

As they all soon reached the courtyard, Amelia noticed that the red-headed lady and white-haired man from before were still here, and internally she frowned; it didn't feel right to barge in on their meditation. Though luckily, Marshall led the group to the other end of the courtyard, hopefully from here they wouldn't be too much of a disturbance. Once the group had decided to stop moving, Amelia sat and opened her book again, wondering what the rest of the group had planned for being here. It was only then, when Michael had sprouted wings and propelled himself into the air with a mighty whoosh of wind, then Amelia realised. They all came here for a showcase of each other’s powers, or at the very least, Michael's. As the winged man preformed his aerial stunts Amelia peered up to watch him. What he was doing seemed incredibly stupid; he was bound to get caught any minute now.

Despite Amelia's thoughts, Michael landed safely and gave a bow towards her and the others. Amelia could tell by the large grin on his face that flying was something Michael enjoyed, but it did look incredibly dangerous to be up so high, especially with guards surrounding the area. Once she was sure the show was over, Amelia went back to reading. Bringing the book up a little closer to cover her face, Amelia tried to hide from the others. She could have easily enough have hidden herself with her invisibility, but that was just it, Amelia didn't particularly want to show-case her power(s); she didn't see them as impressive - only necessary - and if she was honest to herself, she was starting to feel shy around this many people, especially since they were all males, and shirtless.