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Super Star
Location: Boys dorm room 7
It was interesting to note that Kyle seemed most interested in classical music, at least based on the blurbs of sound and the flash of names which blinked across the teen's mental canvas. Florence wouldn't have pegged them as having an interest in classical composers, not to suggest that there was anything wrong with that; he quite enjoyed classic tunes himself, and could play many on the piano and viola. However, he personally preferred more modern works, rock bands and the like, which he supposed wasn't the sort of thing he looked the type to enjoy, either. Regardless, trains of thought tended to roll out of the station into irrelevancy quick as one could blink, and this did just that. Now the topic was their powers, and Kyle seemed to take pause, apparently uncomfortable revealing their secret. Florence could relate, but there really was no reason to avoid telling one another.
He followed Kyle's thoughts with rapt interest, and then let himself focus on his own vision when the room burst into color. Orbs hovered and ribbons billowed, and Florence opened his mouth into an amazed "o"-shape, reaching out to brush a ribbon with his fingertips. Solid. That was amazing. "It is lovely," he commented, still awed by the potential scope of an ability like that. He wanted to inquire further, ask if Kyle could create things he wasn't already seeing, imagine entirely new things into being -- but then they were asking Florence about what he could do, and he supposed that the questions could wait. "Well," he began, furrowing his eyebrows, attempting to think of a good way to demonstrate. As he thought, he twirled one of Kyle's ribbons around a fingertip. He quite liked these things, found them strangely soothing, though he could sense that for Kyle that they didn't find them as pleasant. After a moment, Florence rose from where he sat by his bags and plopped back down on his bed, facing Kyle. It only took a little push, a hint of focus, and suddenly he was seeing through the other teen's eyes. The colors and ribbons and orbs were no shock, now, since they had been made tangible, but as always Florence flinched just a little to see himself. His hair wasn't as tidy as he had hoped, and his skin was a bit flushed from the warmth of the season, and the collar of his uniform wasn't as stiff as he would have hoped. Idly he began to slick back his hair and fidget with his clothes, as though peering into a mirror.
"I am able to see what you see," he explained, tugging at his collar and then popping it out, trying to stiffen it. "But not just you. Anyone. Like, for instance --" He paused in his preening, leaning back and out of Kyle's eyes and listening for anyone in the hallway. The thoughts of anyone within a small radius came to the forefront of Florence's perception. Sure enough, another student was wandering by, and Florence allowed himself to hijack Niklas' vision for a few moments. His thoughts were a little distant, muffled by the wall between them, but easy enough to pick up on. "Like the boy in the hallway. His name is Niklas. He is thinking of cherry trees and making friends for the school year. Oh, ah..." Florence withdrew back into himself, looking sheepishly at Kyle. He was sure he had looked zoned out while following Niklas, but he hadn't mentioned that bit of his power yet, either. "Well, I hear thoughts, too. I could prove it, if you would like. Think of a number between one and one million." His more impressive ability would require a third person, unfortunately, or else he might have started there to make a better show of it. If he had possessed Kyle, though, they would not have remembered it afterwards, so it would be no good.
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Location: Near front gates
A lizard, inconspicuous and brown as bark, rested on a tree in the courtyard with its eyes darting about curiously. No one was likely to notice it, or so it hoped. A boy strolled by, seating himself beneath the red cherry and allowing himself to absorb the warmth. He tasted like mint, with a hint of lemon and the bitter tang of licorice. The lizard blinked once, then darted away, scurrying down the tree and through the grass unnoticed.
Before it got very far, the lizard became a fly, and it buzzed into the air, sneaking past a student and in through the still-open door to the school building. It flew about, occasionally landing upon a student and being swatted away, before escaping the building again through the front entrance door. Now it was at the pathway leading to the exit gates, and it hovered briefly above the group of teachers, tasting. The woman with the white hair tasted best, savory and with just the faintest hint of spice. The drunk man was unappealing; something like toothpaste and steak all stewed together in a pot of hot peppers and potato chips. That effectively chased away the fly's appetite, and it fled before it could pay much mind to the flavor of the remaining two teachers.
Bored, now, the fly ducked behind a tree in the yard and emerged as a cat, black as night save for its eerie purple eyes. The creature strolled out into the open, casual, and then settled itself at Valentin's feet without so much as glancing up at her. It groomed idly while drinking in her flavor, a refreshing crisp taste that was like ice cubes in a glass of unsweetened ice tea. Were she to hang around long, she would begin to feel her emotions dulling, becoming something a bit more mild and neutral, though perhaps not enough to attribute to anything unusual. The cat yawned and flopped down, looking up at her with lazy and knowing purple eyes. It wondered what she would do, how much she would perceive.
