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Utrien Qualiente

(mumbles) this better be about plants or animals or something because you interrupted my nap.

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a character in “The Academy For The Unusually Gifted”, as played by Nitori M.

Description

Character sheet:
Name: Utrien Qualiente
Age: 15
Hair: Shaggy, wheat blonde hair.
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height: 6'7
weight: 194 pounds
Powers: Tentacula. Able to sprout tentacles from his body that can feel and be modified. Some can be as thin as a hair length and as thick as a grown mans thigh. He is able to manipulate the tentacles to be sharp or blunt. If he has enough room and speed, he can slice through metal effortlessly. It's a gray tentacle, with a surprisingly velvety feeling to it. He is able to use them as extra appendages but he doesn't feel much with the tentacles, just enough to know what it's touching and if it's in danger.

likes: Nature (everything, from animals to plants.)
animals (He has a pet bird. yea no explanation o3o. But animals feel close and safe with him)
working in the farm (he lives in a farm in a large plot of private land. It has large lopping meadows and undisturbed forest.
Helping animals (he rescues animals and or goes out daily to check up on the surrounding forest to see any way to help without upsetting the ecosystem.)
Quiet
Rest (he takes naps often)
Cuddling someone (he likes to sleep with something warm, mostly humans.)
Helping people relax.

Dislikes: Smoke. (From fire to cigarettes. it's bad for the health)
Unnecessary noise or disruption. (yelling or loud voices. cars)
Impolite people (people he considers that does not have basic human decency.)
Animal abuse (he eats meat, but only necessary. He doesn't make a big deal out of it, but he prefers not to harm them more than is absolutely necessary.)

Personality: Quiet and reserved. People who have not really met him consider him mute. Although when he get's irritated, or just came out of a nap, his sarcastic and snarky side becomes more prominent. Has a peaceful and calm, go with the flow vibe and outlook at life. The only time he ever really exerts effort is if it has something to do with his passion or if it affects him in a big enough way to cause worry.

So begins...

Utrien Qualiente's Story

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Utrien stared at Michael with serious eyes and a straight mouth. "I know for a fact that the boars in the forest eat things that are better than those slop on a tray," he replied quite bluntly. He didn't know how he'd survive on that food, but he's hoping he can get something with Ezra's help. He knows that there are certain fruit in the desert that is edible. and if it comes to it, he can break into the kitchen.

He tilted his head to the right with and inquisitive spark in his eyes."I won't stop you though, but as a friend i advise against it. That is, if you can get food." he mussed. Deciding that he might be dampening the mood he restated. "I can be of help if you find a gym and courtyard but it's lock. That is if it's needed. Let's go, there isn't really much stopping us from going now."

With a smile he started walking towards the mess hall.

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Marshall saw Jurou and Utrien coming up the hall and saw the irritated look on Jurou’s face when he looked at him. “Oh crap he’s still pissed about me trapping him in the room.” He thought. “I thought I explained it to him, I’ll have to apologize again and explain myself better, this will be hell if I’m stuck with someone who hates me as a roommate.” This made him a bit uneasy when Mike decided to invite them to join them for lunch.


“Actually, I saw that the exercise yard was open, according to the map I figured that would be a wide open space. Oh and Jurou, I’m really sorry, again, about earlier. Later tonight I’ll explain better if that’s ok.” He hoped that Jurou was a reasonable guy and would listen. “ I’d still like to get some food in my stomach, if that’s ok. It’s just down the hall and around the corner, we can meet you there when we’re done eating, if we eat.” He said, grimacing at the sound of Utrien’s description of the food. His stomach made a noise that sounded like an alien trying to claw and tear it’s way out. “We might want to get there soon.” He gave an embarrassed grin. The four of them continued in the direction of the mess hall, though he wasn’t sure if the other two would be joining them.

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Well that was good, he seemed to believe him. Or maybe not. Didn't matter at least he jumped over that hurdle without falling over for once. "Oh I'm sure the cat... forgives you." He felt weird talking in third person, know he very well was the cat. But it was okay, he did forgive the guy anyway and would be sure to greet him again in his cat form later on. "Ah to see Michael's powers huh? Sounds like fun." A sly grin formed on his face, he hadn't seen anyone's abilities yet except for Marshall's, he was curious about everyone else's, almost forgetting that everyone in this school had some sort of ability.

Turning to face Michael and Marshall, he looked Michael up and down, studying him. His eyes shifted to Utrien as he introduced himself, "Jurou, nice to meet you Utrien." He replied but also saying it out loud so that the other knew his name too.
His eyes met Michael's as he spoke of him being the cat from earlier. He let out a short, awkward chuckle. "Ahaha yeah. That was me. Unfortunately." That last part more directed more towards being Marshall's room mate, Jurou tended to be quite the temperamental guy. And made sure who he was mad at knew. "The mess hall? Food? Oh my god yes please I am so hungry right now I could eat a whole cow." And it was the truth, he was starving since he arrived, he had no idea where the mess hall was so he'd follow the others. But he also wanted to go along to not only mess around with Marshall, but to see more of their powers, everyone's. "I look forward to having fun on the court yard then after we eat." His head cocked to the side with a sly grin as his copper red eyes stared into Michael's, he wondered what he was capable of, it intrigued him a lot, and also because he was really cute, that played a part in it too. "I couldn't care less what I ate right now unfortunately, Utrien, I'm simply too hungry to be picky."
Jurou said with a short laugh. He liked these guys, they seemed fun, Jurou began to think that he was actually make some friends, yeah! That felt great. Despite his odd case of being a cat trying to get Marshall to hold his clothes, they seemed rather accepting.

Well, Jurou was happy that Marshall could see how irritated he was with Marshall as he seemed to try and openly apologise. "Hm, that's fine, I'll let you explain. But until then I'm going to warn you, I may be a bit of a prick to you okay?" Jurou said with a calm voice that threatened he was building up a lot of anger behind that fake smile and cold glare he shot Marshall's way, he didn't like being treated like a push over or being under estimated. He really wanted to show this guy that if he tried telling him what to do again, he would probably harm him. Jurou was a pretty blunt person when it came to these things.

Anyway, putting that behind him, his glare faded as he decided to concentrate on the fun they would all have today. Yeah fun fun fun, doing energetic, things. Yes. Fun. Calm yourself Jurou. "Let's go then." Jurou began to walk, following Utrien as they started walking towards the mess hall.

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"Hm, that's fine, I'll let you explain. But until then I'm going to warn you, I may be a bit of a prick to you okay?"

“Oh boy, that was unsettling. There’s just no dealing with primal instinct I guess. I must‘ve hurt the lion‘s pride.” He thought to himself. But as his glare faded, he figured that things would smooth out, after all it wasn't only Jurou’s pride that was hurt, his own pride had been wounded when that kitty interrupted his first-ever attempt at flirting only to tell him that he was stalking him when he had nothing better to do, could he really blame him for freaking out about that? It’s not like he was just randomly trying assert his powers in a display of dominace over him, he just used his powers because he knew they were stronger than his actual muscles. And Jurou wanted him to spill all of this to prevent him from being a prick? That won’t go well.


They made it to the mess hall and Marshall got a good look at the “food” that they were serving. It was recognizable, that was a plus. It looked about as good as school food, that could be a plus or a minus depending on how you view it. The smells didn’t match the food, that was definitely a minus. He grabbed what looked like a turkey sandwich, a small cardboard cup of french-fries and one of those plastic cups of chocolate pudding. He found a table with enough seats for all of them and sat down waiting for the rest of them to get their food. He kept an eye on Jurou just to be safe, he had no idea if this guy was a prankster or just prideful.

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Utrien took one look at the food and chuckled. "Oh my god, I was right. I was only kidding." He had a mildly amused face.

He talked to the lunch lady to ask whether or not he could have access to the kitchen. She was too busy to reply to him as she was looking at her reflection with a spoon. 'Vain isn't she' he thought with a cock of his hip to the side. Leaning on the counter, he repeated his question and only received a raised eyebrow. Taking that as a yes, he smiled and went to sit next to Marshall. She didn't decline and that was good enough for him.

When he sat down, he felt something round knock against his leg from his pocket. That was unexpected, did he accidentally bring another animal along. He opened his pocket and rummaged around, he emerged with an apple. He thanked his luck that he can get sustenance, although this is a lucky break. He might starve if he doesn't get into the kitchen soon. Biting into the apple, he waited for the rest of the group to sit.

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Michael looked between Marshall and Jurou.

"I look forward to having fun on the court yard then after we eat."

Michael's eyes widened slightly and his ears pinkened at the grasp of Jurou's sly grin. 'Ooooooh my wow. This guy...' Michael shifted his weight from one leg to the other then averted his gaze to the mess hall doors, unable to form words with his tongue. He slipped inside following Utrien to the food line not wanting to be between both Marshal and Jurou at the moment who still seemed to have it out for each other. Jurou didn't seem interested in settling things for good. Not to mention, Michael's mind seemed to be in a storm at the moment so he took refuge with Utrien for the time being

"You're more of a fresh vegan kind of guy aren't you." Michael noted with a light chuckle as he grabbed for his tray and placed an apple juice onto it. "Well...if we find this Exercise yard, surely there's a spot where you can start a little pocket garden with some stolen seeds right? It will be hard to find good soil but I'm sure.....it's possible right? You can find a spot with just enough shade to keep it cool in the day and just enough cover to keep it warm at nights. Free fresh foods." Michael smiled and nudged Utrien with his elbow. "In this kind of place its up to yourself to make it comfortable to live in. Make new friends, sneak supplies, redecorate. I'll help however I can"

Michael's honey colored eyes glimmered mischievously. He took a seat on the other side of Utrien with his slab of mystery meat and clumpy mac-and-cheese. It was certainly nothing like a home cooked meal from his mother but it would keep him alive for the time being. He looked up and over at Marshall, then at Jurou. The more he got to know the two the more they seemed to be like night and day. He wondered if they'd even get along had the cat business not happened. Michael chased a pea with his spork and stabbed it through before taking a bite of the bland vegetable. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine his mother's sweet peas and replace the flavor on his tongue. His expression turning to thoughtful and reminiscent. "I wish we could turn this food into a spicy creole." Michael mused with a small smile on his soft face. "With perfect white rice and sweet sweet lemonade."

"What do you guys think?"

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"Growing up in a forest kind of limits what food you can eat. Vegetables and fruits became the norm i guess, except for the occasional meat." His brow furrowed in concentration "I'm planning to enter the kitchen and play, but planting a garden sounds like a great idea." he smirked.

"That dish doesn't sound familiar to me. Tell me, what's a creole?" he asked with a curious air around him. Utrien's never heard of this dish before. 'Wonder what it's like to eat and know dishes like that.' He was satisfied with life, but he does get curious from time to time. He bit apple as he pondered the thought, his eyes glazing over.

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Relieved that she wasnt going to be left alone in the unfamiliar place Allison grabbed a tray, adding random different things, and sat down next to Maya. She scanned the room, seeing that a few new people had entered as they had settled into their spots. There was a girl with the most amazing red hair Allison had ever seen in her life, who sat next to a boy who seemed like he knew something he shouldn't. They were a few tables away from the two girls. In line she had been behind a group that had consisted of four guys who seemed to already be fairly close. It was nice that people were already beginning to be friends on the first day. At least I hope it is the first day, I am not for sure about that.

As Maya continued to talk she looked down at her tray, finding many of the things on there to be fairly plain compared to what she ate at home. Then again most things seem plain when you but them side-by-side to some kind of animals cooked liver. She smiled at Maya's comment as she removed her mask to eat, glad that someone had the same idea she did. She set the thing beside her on the table and tucked in to eat. Looking around often but trying to show Maya that she was in fact listening to her and to please continue to speak.

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Maya began eating, this time to paying attention to what was on her plate, as the girl sat down beside her. Allison was quiet but friendly and Maya felt free to talk on. She also noticed the people coming in caught the interest of her new friend. She decided to try tell her about them as much as she knew.

“Interesting people right? I’ve seen most of them although I don’t really know their names. Three of those guys there were at my door today talking to my roommate. I’m pretty sure the fourth one must be the cat then. They seem like a nice group of people.”

She pointed to the group of boys and then looked towards the girl in red hair and her companion.

“I don’t know anything about the girl other than she’s very pretty. I’m sure I’ve seen the guy here before. He confronted the headmaster. Although he seems a bit different now. He was with a different girl too.”

She did her best to familiarize Allison with the place even if she herself didn’t know too much.

“This academy is a lively place for sure. So many new and unusual people to meet. There’s no way to be bored around here. And I believe the best thing is we all have something in common.”

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Caelans face seemed to want to try to pay homage her hair or at least imitate her own face, turning a soft shade of red. It was the first time she had ever seen a guy blush. She thought to herself. Don't guys that are slightly tanned need to blush really badly for it to show through? Does that mean he was blushing a lot because of something I did or does he have a fever too?... Are fevers contagious?... She would be worried it it weren't for the fact that she partially thought she was hallucinating the event. She could be asleep right now for all she knew with all the crazy powers people have in this place. Still she couldn't deny that the light blush gave him an almost adorable look. His white hair, tanned skin and golden eyes were fierce and intimidating on a normal situation, making him attractive in a dangerous way. The blush however, softened his features. She could almost say he looked....cute. If that was even possible for someone who could turn others into a tiny squished square without blinking an eye. There was no doubt he was dangerous especially with that outburst he had in the room, she could still remember that skin crawling evil look on his face. She was very relieved to not only be on his side but be partners too. Does this mean I just made my first friend here? My first real friend ...ever? Even after she had let go his hand hovered in the air between them as if too stunned at her answer to react. Was he expecting her to refuse such an offer? No, he looked distracted as if thinking really hard about something. When he finally realized she had let go he moved his hand down and cleared his throat awkwardly. The whole scene was so strange, hadn't he been the one to make the offer? It made her chuckle softly and feel a little relieved that there was someone other than her who had awkward social moments. It was almost endearing. Wait. Why was she saying such things about him? She shook her head and tried to push the strange thoughts away. Was this normal thoughts someone had when you made a friend?

"Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. Just find a seat somewhere in there, I'll bring you whatever they're serving. Probably won't be good, this mass produced garbage never is, but it's something. Just relax. Don't push yourself, or it'll make it incredibly easy to fall asleep during meditation. I know. I've done it before." Her new found friend and partner turned around and opened the cafeteria doors. At first glance the place looked empty except for a few workers behind the food tables but there were others among the scattered tables. For some reason the air in the room seemed to thicken with nervous tension when they walked in, the adults staring at Caelan nervously or glaring. Had something happened for them to be so up tight? They were just going to get some food. Grownups were so weird sometimes. His only reaction was to smirk, classic him she was starting to find out. There was an older cafeteria woman sitting at a tale, she looked a little freaked out and very confused. She was waving her hads around as if trying to explain something to the officers with bewildered expressions. Whatever she was saying made no sense apparently and the officers faces said that they didn't buy her story, they were looking at her almost as if she were loosing her mind. KAt almost felt sorry for her but that's when it hit her. "Mihaels handiwork right?" The question was out of her mouth before she eve knew she was speaking but there was no one to hear them. Caelans had kept moving to get some food and she had slowed her pace so much while staring at the woman that she was now standing alone in the middle of the room. She quickly moved to sit at the nearest table, sighing in embarrassment. Damn, she was so distracted right now. As soon as her soft exposed skin touched the seat she cringed. The cold feel of the metal chair on her thighs almost stung in contrast to her current body temperature. Why does everything feel so much colder when you had a fever, it is so annoying. She stood a lil and moved her jacket under her legs to keep them from actually touching the seat, noticing for the first time that someone had been looking at her.

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Her steel grey eyes scanned the room for the first time, locating two girls a few tables down. One of them had short blond hair and the other long white hair that reminded Kat a little too much of Desires hair at the moment so she looked away as to not get mad from the events that occurred moments ago. Her eyes kept moving and found four guys a few tables away in the opposite direction. They were an interesting bunch. One had short blond hair and was being very animated, the other looked very quiet with shorter black hair, the one on his other side had spiky hair and looked slightly intimidating. Her eyes lingered on the fourth guy, a sort of bleached out version of the twins with similar white hair and yellowish eyes. She couldn't hear anything they were saying but they seemed to be a friendly enough conversation. It was such a different atmosphere from the conversation in her room, even during introductions there had been tension among them. She wondered how many more people where here and what strange powers they might have. She had met Caelan with his powers over gravity, Mihael whom could supposedly mess with time around and object even if she had yet to witness it, Desire who could control her blood or other peoples blood, Judy who could apparently talk to animals and then there was Venom who also claimed she could speak to animals but Kat wasn't buying it. She wondered how that conversation ended and if any revelation had occurred. She was bound to find out sooner or later. The soft sound of metal on metal made her look back at her own table, her face brightening a little as she saw Caelan had returned. Now, whether that happiness was form the fact he was back or the fact he had water with him would forever be a mystery. She quickly grabbed a bottle and chugged almost half of it down in a huge gulp, sighing in happiness as she felt the water cool down her throat. She instinctively pressed the cool water against he head, forgetting for a moment she was hiding the fact she had a fever. She didn't care, it felt too nice against her skin. A few drops of water that had been on the outside of the bottle stuck to her face, making a few strands of hair stick to her face as well even after she had put the bottle back down on the table."Thank you Caelan." She looked at him adoringly, just because she was blissfully happy for water and still slightly dizzy.She probably looked like a shy, blushing little kid right now to anyone that might be looking. Pretty much the same effect that her being mad had, at least until her eyes went rage crazy and made people take a step back in either surprise or actual fear. Right now though, that was not the case.

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She looked down at the tray of unidentifiable food curiously. Poking it with her fork and watching it slide to the side. She looked up at him in pure amazement as he bravely and almost casually shoved bites of it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed. He was either the bravest person she had ever met or the craziest. Both were very plausible when you considered the fact it was him were were talking about. She took a deep breath, not wanting to fall behind and dug her fork into the tray, picking up a decent sized scoop. She closed her eyes and bit into it. It was not as bad as it looked. It was nowhere near good or even tasty but it didn't make her want to spit it back out. Hopefully it didn't have delayed effects. She sighed and looked up at him again, this time speaking up. "I'm sorry I attacked your brother. She was pretty sure she was the only person stupid enough to do that, so hopefully it earned her a few bravery points but she still felt she need to apologize. He had been a guest in the room, and trying to impale your guests is not very polite. "Even if he was being a total ass and...a jerk. She said the last work as if offended. It surprised her that the fact that he had flirted with everyone but her bothered her so much, she shouldn't really care it's not like she liked him or anything. Somehow the fact still poked at her as if it meant she was just not flirt material. Was she not attractive enough for someone that seemed to hit on everything with boobs and a heartbeat? She pouted slightly as she took a sip of water, stuck on the thought.

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“I’m from the Pacific North West, so as far as Cajun cooking goes, I haven’t had much of it and I never really liked spicy stuff anyway. Also, having to do my own cooking for the last six years has given me a chance expand my pallet so I enjoy a lot of the standard comfort food, like meatloaf, chicken soup, and clam chowder made from scratch. That’s the good stuff.” He said as his mouth began to water at the thought of his cooking. He stared down at his sandwich, it wasn’t bad, but it just wasn’t what he wanted now that they were talking about food. He thought back to when he used to make elaborate meals and used it as a way to train his telekinesis by doing all the prep-work at the same time. It took a while to get it down, but he managed to master that power in the kitchen, it was a shame that the meals, no matter how elaborate, were never enough to win his parents’ love.

He looked up and saw Mike looking at himself and at Jurou, no doubt trying to figure out what was going on between them. Marshall was trying to figure it out as well, he just didn’t understand what was so wrong about the way he acted to cause Jurou to be so angry. Though he really wasn’t terribly worried, not because he thought Jurou was weak or a push over, just because he really didn’t think he was that kind of an asshole. He once again tried to get his mind on to something more pleasant so he turned to Mike and found himself staring at the boy through his bangs, committing his unique facial features to memory. He was almost the same height, and he could see through the large arm holes of the tank top that they shared a similar body structure, though you couldn’t tell with the baggy shirts that Marshall wore. His hair was a bit shorterer than Marshall’s, especially the bangs, and he couldn’t figure out if the silvery white color was natural or dyed. His clothing suggested he was from a family that was a bit more upper class than most. His own family was actually pretty well off as well, but they spent as little as possible on Marshall so his clothing would never reflect the lifestyle to which he was a part of.


He turned back to his sandwich and began eating again, before he got too carried away looking at Mike and he noticed his staring. He grabbed a few French fries and tried them, they weren’t too bad, but he was sure some one would comment on the fact that he never dipped them in anything, he believed if you were going to eat something you shouldn’t have to hide the flavor with something else. He glanced back to Mike and made eye contact, but it didn’t last long, he just smiled and turned away as he started to blush. “Well, at least I was able to break eye contact this time.” He thought to himself.

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After Allison stared at her food, making sure that it was now cold, she began to eat. The food itself was more mushy than it had first looked, but the taste was bearable and could use a lot more spice. She listened at Maya animatedly talked about the other students in the Mess Hall, seeing that many she at least knew in appearance. That was good since Allison had no inclination of trying to learn who they are by talking to them directly, that would mean being near other people and she did not believe she could keep her cool very long. She didn't like being in any kind of crowd and when she was, Allison would start relying on her gift to get her out of it as fast as possible. Riots were a thing that could happen, and they are not safe.

She blew softly on her food just to make sure it was cold, making a pained face when she saw a boy make a fireball in his hand. It was hot enough in the place already without the added heat it gave off. How he could stand it she didnt know but, she was sure she was going to stay as far away from him as possible. You like to know people? I can stay here if you would like to catch up with them.

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"Thank you Caelan." Kathering favored Caelan with a strange look he'd not seen before in his direction, but had quite often seen Mihael receive. He felt a bit of heat in his own face, and lowered his head hastily to begin his meal, hoping she wouldn't notice. A brief moment of silence made the gap between them seem to stretch into eternity, but Kat continued to talk much to Caelan's relief. "I'm sorry I attacked your brother. Even if he was being a total ass and...a jerk." Caelan choked on a bite of... something... and began to splutter, cough, and laugh simultaneously. Once he'd calmed down, he managed to gather enough breath to respond. "Well, don't apologize. I'm his brother after all. He," A small cough interrupted his thought. " He's my brother, after all. I've gotten onto him about his attitudes time and time again. He usually gets me back in some way, but it's nice to see someone else can't stand his nonsense any more than I can. It's refreshing. I'm sure he won't get too mad at you like he would at me, he can't stay mad at pretty girls." He helped himself to a few more bites of the "food" and began anew. "If he's still raw later, I'll try to defuse it, I suppose. Now. About meditation. If you want later, I can float you with me, but we'll not do that now. Not while you're dressed like that. So, first thing's first-"

The cafeteria doors were knocked wide open and the irritating smoker from before once again "graced" them with his presence. He seemed mildly irritated, but also in control of himself. Admirable, but unneeded. Is this hothead dense or something?

"Alright first things first sweetheart. What the hell? Was your dog killed by a greeting or something? Second, sorry. I can understand if you're on edge, we're not exactly in the most relaxing situation. I didn't mean to scare you, where I'm from I had to learn to keep my footsteps quiet, it's a habit. And third, what do you say we just forget about? We're all sitting on a powder keg, and Big Brother's just waiting for it to blow. Being at each others throats isn't going to help anyone. So what do you say friends? Or at least tolerant acquaintances?" The strange irritation that further added to Caelan's headache pulled out a fresh cigarette and lit it with a small fireball that appeared in the middle of his hand. Caelan rolled his eyes at the parlor trick. Pyrokinetics. He'd seen them before, and every single one of them had been an insufferable blowhard with a massively inflated ego. Every single one had found their bones shattered, because they had crossed a line Caelan preferred to not cross. Only Mihael had brought him out of the ensuing rage, and Mihael wasn't around right now.

Caelan, with an almost forced calmness, finished his meal to eat the pathetic meal in the tray. He swallowed, almost regretting eating the meal, and pointed the fork at Ty. "Now, friend, I don't think you understood the exact point I was trying to make with you when we left you in your time-out-corner back in the hallway. We don't want company right now. We aren't seeking company right now. We're working, right now, as roommates, together towards a common goal that you are not a part of. He stood, fork in hand at his side. "You're a pyrokinetic. Great. You're a dime-a-dozen. You all think you're such hot stuff. I don't want people like you as a friend. I'd rather not even be an acquainted with you, were it not for the fact that we're both stuck in this place. I don't know you, and I already don't like you. If you really want to be seen as something, do something impressive against the system. Otherwise, scatter. I've no use for someone like you." As Caelan spoke, his eyes narrowed and his hair began to move about as his temper began to take hold of his powers. Nearby tables began to creak as the gravity fluctuated, while he tried to maintain control enough to shield Katherine from whatever happened. Enough irritations had taken place today. The breaking point approached, and Mihael was nowhere to be found. Caelan's mind worked to try and calm himself down, hoping Mihael would miraculously walk through the doors for some reason before things got out of hand.

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Marshall had noticed the guy with the fire powers come into the mess hall and start making a scene with another group that had managed to pull themselves together. There was something that he didn’t like about most of that group, they reminded him of the people had jaded him to the point of social death in his old school. He got a particularly bad vibe from the white haired guy who was far too well dressed for a place like this, he had snob written all over him. There was a point when he stood up and started monologing about not wanting to make friends with the guy. “None are so rich as to throw away a friend.” he thought to himself. It made him angry to know that there were people out there who would just toss others aside if they didn’t live up to what ever unrealistic standards they had for others to be “worthy” of friendship.

He noticed the guy’s hair started to move about on it’s own. He’d seen enough cartoons to know this was never a good sign. Then the tables and chairs started creaking and he felt his chair levitate a little. He discretely used his own telekinesis to hold his chair, the table and the chairs of his friends in place, without any of them noticing, while the guy’s temper started to boil. He was just a little proud of himself for being able to keep his mouth shut in spite of being angry, not that it would have done any good to say anything anyway, that guy was the type that would never noticed him even if he were yelling in his face.

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Utrien looked up as the sound of groaning tables reached his ear. It would have attracted his attention nevertheless when the door knocked against the wall from Ty's entrance. Concerned for the young lady sitting close to them, Utrien poked Michaels shoulder.
"Michael, can you blow a gentle breeze over to those two? It might help them calm down. Or make it worse, but let's do it anyway." He took Michaels face and pointed it at Caelen and Ty.

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“No, it’d be a mean thing of me to leave you after I volunteered to help myself. Once you finish eating I’ll show you the way back and then we can part ways. It’s honestly fun being able to talk to someone like this. They look a little occupied anyway.”

She answered Allison and spotted the fireball boy herself. Approaching the pair wasn’t something even she herself would do so bravely ,so she wondered how things would play out. Unsurprisingly really, it didn’t seem to go very smoothly. She wished they’d get along but maybe certain types of people just didn’t suit each other. This was the second time something hectic was happening in the Mess hall.

She prayed that the mild disturbance of creaking sounds the tables were making would be the extent of his power. He still seemed pretty dissatisfied though. For now Maya decided to just continue watching, it couldn’t be too bad, after all half the people in this place seemed angry about something. Then the blonde boy who actually started the ruckus seemed to be finished and walked towards the door. She looked back at Allison and giggled while still keeping an eye at the boys and their actions.

“This is exactly what I meant when I said it’s lively. I think with how often it happens, soon we’ll all be used to these outbursts.”

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Michael for one wasn't going to stand for this nonsense. He looked down at his food thoughtfully then stood up slowly. His honey colored eyes flashing sharply with a look he rarely used. Without a word he walked over to Caelan's table he slapped his hand on it so hard one would think he would have injured his hand. He frowned furiously and shot a look at the white haired boy.

"Ty!" He said with an unnecessarily loud voice, hoping to get his attention before he'd left the room "Come to OUR table. There is lots of space with a lot less filth. You don't need people like these stinking up the already foul smell of this food. Besides everyone knows a decent take-over is more than just overwhelming powers and smart-ass attitudes. You want to make this place your own you have to know this place IN and OUT. That means it's prisoners as well. Otherwise you've simply won over a chaotic mess that will only eat you up in the end. No one likes a tyrant no matter what flavor bullshit he comes in."

His gold eyes flashed and he looked back at Caelan. "Everyone is valuable here. You'd best be absolutely certain that you can take on every single one of us when your through with your crusade, because you can be certain you'll be facing every single one of us that you kick aside in the end."

It was gutsy of him to say the least especially even as he already felt the fluctuation of Caelan's temper building. Michael however was calm. He turned and walked back towards his table. Not even a gust of wind on his lips.

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Utrien waited until Michael sat down then said quite calmly with a hint of good natured sarcasm. "That wasn't what i meant, but what the heck. I asked for a small wind and i guess that wind was good. I think that might have made him angrier though." Utrien smiled a closed eyes smile while he produced three tentacles that stabbed themselves into the ground, tethering him and his chair to the ground. Someone's going to explode, and he doesn't know who or when it'll be. He should at least be prepared.

He finished his apple and hid the seeds. Leaning on one hand, he mused. "You guys remind me of a newly introduced pride. Already heating up and butting heads. This might be beneficial, you would however gather a lot of enemies or abrasive relationships. Get your groups together and make sure they hold, you might want to have Allies in this war that's brewing." Steepling his hands and gazing at Caelan and Michael waiting for the storm to hit.

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Seeing this display from Mike caused all sorts of thoughts to run through Marshall’s mind, most of which were wildly inappropriate. This was incredibly brave and noble, yet incredibly stupid at the same time. He may have been standing up for the little guy here, but at what cost? Did he just throw all of them under the bus? Sure most of them could hold their own in a fight, but this dude could control gravity, this was not a power to be taken lightly and he had no idea what powers the others at that table had. At this moment he wished he could make all of his group invisible, but sadly, his power wasn’t something he could extend to others.

He felt himself tense up as he expected the worst, ready to do anything that was necessary, depending what on gravity boy did. He was still tense as Mike sat back down. He tried letting logic back into his head, but the tension remained. “ I don’t get why everyone is so hell-bent on a war within this place. Am I the only one that knows what this place really is? Some of you believe it’s actually a school to help us, some of you think it’s a prison to keep us away from the rest of society. Neither is right, or wrong. No one seems to notice that all the people turning up with powers around the world are either kids or teenagers. That means we’re the first generation of super humans. It won’t be long before the first nut job comes along and tries to take over the world or something stupid like that because he has a grudge. We’re in a freaking training facility. Whoever is in charge around here wants to create a group of heroes before the first villains show up and at the rate this place is going they’re going to create a school full of nut jobs who are going to be the ones to try and take over the world. For fuck sake, am I the only one who reads comics?” He rambled on, not really talking to anyone in particular.

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Her apology was, as it seemed, a deadly weapon. Her words had sent Caelan into a combined fit of coughing, choking and laughing. She didn't understand how her words would cause such a reaction or how someone could choke and laugh and cough all at the same time. She didn't know whether to laugh at or with him, or worry that he might seriously choke on the already hazardous looking substance he had been swallowing. In that state of confusion she just had a poker face, leaning back slightly as to avoid any food particles that may turn into deadly projectiles. Once he finally calmed down, having escaped a cruel death by unidentifiable lunch specials, he spoke; or well tried to. He coughed in between sentences, still trying to swallow. - "Well, don't apologize. I'm his brother after all. He-...He's my brother, after all. I've gotten onto him about his attitudes time and time again. He usually gets me back in some way, but it's nice to see someone else can't stand his nonsense any more than I can. It's refreshing. I'm sure he won't get too mad at you like he would at me, he can't stay mad at pretty girls." So she had not been alone in her disapproval over Mihael. She watched curiously as he continued eating, stopping only to add more to his statement almost as an afterthought. "If he's still raw later, I'll try to defuse it, I suppose. Now. About meditation. If you want later, I can float you with me, but we'll not do that now. Not while you're dressed like that. So, first thing's first-" A smile was spreading on her lips as she listen to his ramblings, she had been totally wrong on her pervert assumption earlier. She felt a tinge of guilt over almost slapping him, then felt even more guilty over slapping that other random guy. As if by art of magic that same guy suddenly spoke beside their table, cutting Caelan off mid sentence.

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"Alright first things first sweetheart. What the hell? Was your dog killed by a greeting or something? Second, sorry. I can understand if you're on edge, we're not exactly in the most relaxing situation. I didn't mean to scare you, where I'm from I had to learn to keep my footsteps quiet, it's a habit." The boy was looking straight into her deep grey eyes as he spoke, pulling a cigarette out when he paused. "And third, what do you say we just forget about? We're all sitting on a powder keg, and Big Brother's just waiting for it to blow. Being at each others throats isn't going to help anyone. So what do you say friends? Or at least tolerant acquaintances?" The boy had offered them a cigarette and then lit it. What he used to light it was a fireball he had created in the palm of his hand. The sight and warmth of it sent her into a dazed state of shock. She hated fire, she was deathly afraid of it and wanted it to go away right now. Her entire body went still and her eyes turned into an almost white shade of blue. The water bottle next to her froze instantly."Now, friend, I don't think you understood the exact point I was trying to make with you when we left you in your time-out-corner back in the hallway. We don't want company right now. We aren't seeking company right now. We're working, right now, as roommates, together towards a common goal that you are not a part of." Caelan was talking but she wasn't listening. "You're a pyrochinetik. Great. You're a dime-a-dozen. You all think you're such hot stuff. I don't want people like you as a friend. I'd rather not even be an acquainted with you, were it not for the fact that we're both stuck in this place. I don't know you, and I already don't like you. If you really want to be seen as something, do something impressive against the system. Otherwise, scatter. I've no use for someone like you." He had stood up now, speaking an a growing hostile tone. Their table, as well as probably every other table in the cafeteria began shaking slightly. He was loosing control.

"Wow, you think I need to prove something to you? That's adorable. Seriously that's like a puppy in a sweater and a baby panda level of cute. And you want something impressive? How about controlling my powers for one. Seems like you need a lesson or two on that, buddy. For future reference, don't tell me what to do. It never ends well. Ever. But like I said, us being at each other's throats ain't helping anyone." By now the fireball was gone and she was panting slowly as if recovering from a panic attack, her eyes still almost white. She didn't approve of either of their behaviors but both had a point. On one side, knowing the partial truth behind Caelan's thoughts, she could see why he would say such things. On the other side she agreed with Ty about the power control, something she as well as many others here were clearly struggling with. The boy then turned his back on both of them and started walking away after one last smart ass remark. This was ridiculous. She hadn't even gotten a chance to speak or answer any of the things he had said to her. She stood up and started to move towards the boy, not without effort because she was partly afraid of him making more fire. That and the fact she still had a fever made her vision blur from standing up so fast and she lay her hand against the table to keep herself up. That moment of pause allowed yet another person to speak before she got the chance to. This time it was one of the boys from across the room, the one that looked like a bleached out version of Caelan and Mihael. "Ty! Come to OUR table. There is lots of space with a lot less filth. You don't need people like these stinking up the already foul smell of this food. Besides everyone knows a decent take-over is more than just overwhelming powers and smart-ass attitudes. You want to make this place your own you have to know this place IN and OUT. That means it's prisoners as well. Otherwise you've simply won over a chaotic mess that will only eat you up in the end. No one likes a tyrant no matter what flavor bullshit he comes in."

The boy was speaking loud enough for everyone to clearly hear him while shooting glares at Caelan. He continued his speech as if unable to stop himself until his thoughts were expressed. It was risky, knowing how Caelan would react if he got any angrier, but very brave. He didn't even look agitated, he looked rather calm as if talking casually. "Everyone is valuable here. You'd best be absolutely certain that you can take on every single one of us when your through with your crusade, because you can be certain you'll be facing every single one of us that you kick aside in the end." She re positioned herself and turned back towards Caelan with a flushed, mildly angry and completely defeated look on her face. She was tired. She was so tired she couldn't even get agitated enough to explode, instead she got really really really frustrated to the point her eyes watered. She turned around and called out to the fire wielding boy, a very vulnerable and innocent look on her face. Half from how she felt and half from feeling like she was about to faint. She spoke as she walked towards him. [b] You never let me answer your questions. I accept your apology for scaring me only if you accept mine for accidentally slapping you. I know you two... She looked back at Caelan who looked like an active volcano then back at the Ty with a small smile. " ...will probably never get along. But, I say yes to your proposal of putting it all behind. What do you say, for the sake of all of us being shoved into this place at once, that we put ALL of this behind us. Start fresh. She extended her had towards in in a peaceful attempt to calm everything, including herself, down. The next sentence she said while glancing first at the bleached out version of the twins and his table, a slightly hurt look in her eyes at him having called Caelan and her both filth, then at Caelan with a look that said remember what you were about to teach me before this all started. She spoke loud enough so everyone could hear her, her tiny body was not very attention grabbing but she knew that the sight of movement between these two guys, her startling blue eyes and unusual red hair would be enough. That and the fact that every step she took had left ice on the floor, she herself was on a thin line with her control at the moment but she forced herself to stay calm. "No one here is better than anyone else here, but no one here is less than anyone else either. We all have our string points and our faults. Some of them more obvious than others but they are still there. You all, Caelan and I are no exception. This place has put everyone on edge and no one is thinking clearly right now. Seeing everyone's bad sides wont do anyone any good. So... She took a deep breath and spoke directly to Ty. I'm Katherine. It's a pleasure to meet you Ty." She held her hand in place, waiting to see how he, and everyone else, would react to her small speech. At least she finally got a word in.