INTRO LOG

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[[Exactly what it says on the tin! This is just an initial log to sort of get things started and is largely freeform, open to (but not limited to):

-Meetings before classes start
-First day business
-Dorm shenanigans meetings
-First classes in progress
-or whatever the heck else you want to do for beginning-of-term things!

There's a CR meme up now for some initial planning if you like, or feel free to just hop in here.]]

Comments

[poweryetunknown]

[He actually manages to laugh at that one.]

Sure. I'll keep a lookout. I'm sure it won't take long.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Between you and me? Nah. I've still got some scores to settle, I might call you in instead.

[A quick sidelong look.]

Not like I need backup. I just wanna see that trashcan trick. [Because it really sounds screamingly hilarious.]

[poweryetunknown]

It's pretty fun. Sometimes there's property damage, but... well.

[Who cares?]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Man, I'm pyrokinetic. Property damage isn't a risk, it's a hobby.

[poweryetunknown]

Fair point. Even without the telekinesis I'm okay at fighting. As long as it's someone who isn't like twice my size.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Ah. Well. That's annoying. He's never won a fight without his fire, but he's never backed down from one either. That counts for something.]

Not many fistfights around here, unless you get one of the big guys. Or someone who can transform. There's people who can turn into anything here, don't make too many assumptions.

[poweryetunknown]

Yeah, you've got a point. Still not used to... the idea of other people like me. I mean I'd... sort of heard of them but I'd never met them.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He snorts coolly.] Nearly all I heard about.

[And he doesn't sound like he means it in a good way, nor like he'll say any more about it.]

[poweryetunknown]

[He shrugs.]

Different situations I... guess.

[How does he handle this without getting set on fire...]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Yeah.

[The best way - no prying, no sympathy, no pity. Seeming not to care. His apathy actually won him this round.]

You'll hear enough to last a lifetime now. All crap, like I said, but they're trying to teach us how to fit in. Which is mostly about hiding and asking nicely if we can be allowed to exist in the same space.

[poweryetunknown]

Why should we ask any more than other people should?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

That's the big question. The one no one asks. But try it sometime, just for fun, see what they say - just make sure you've got enough time blocked out for the lecture of the century.

[poweryetunknown]

Great. I'll keep that in mind. It's a stupid idea anyway - having to ask. It's never worked. For anyone.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[The wheels are turning in John's head now, and turning fast. This kid could be worth more than just playground bully shit.

Way more.]

How old are you?

[poweryetunknown]

Fifteen. Why?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Shit. You've got a couple of years before you start any real training. They'll work with the mental side, but nothing that'll do you any good in a fight. I don't even start the hardcore stuff until next year.

[He glances away idly.]

Too bad, huh. So much wasted time around here.

[poweryetunknown]

Why not just train on your own?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I practice, yeah. But training means more than just throwing fire around or seeing how hot you can get it to burn beside something without leaving scorch marks. It takes more than one person.

[This is going to be way too easy. And it'll all seem like Neku's idea.]

[poweryetunknown]

[But trust. How do.]

Look, if you want me to kick your ass just say so.

[He grins, though. He's only sort of joking.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Nah. [An even more idle shake of his head.] Fighting just looks like fighting. It'll get busted up every time, and nothing we say'll make any difference. I've got the reputation, you're looking to start it.

[poweryetunknown]

Right. But where the hell would you do training here that the teachers aren't gonna see that doesn't look like fighting?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You can throw things. I can shoot them. You think of anything, let me know.

[And to cinch it, he starts to wander away, like that's the end of the conversation. If Neku follows, he'll know he's got his first recruit.]

[poweryetunknown]

[... It's not like he has anywhere else to be. He follows along. His main issue is that they might get caught.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[... well, it's good enough.]

Alright, you got most of it, I'll spoonfeed you the rest. Target practice. You're getting your aim down, I'm getting my control down, and everything we're hitting is inanimate. We can sell it as goddamn anger management.

[poweryetunknown]

[He tries not to flinch at that. Dick.]

Sure, why not? We just gotta find something. Maybe trash.