
Scorch pnted, and a huge cloud of red smoke sprouted from his mouth, engulfing Kermii, and slowly dissapating. Kermi squeaked, then the space where he was blurred, and he turned into a small red chinchilla he size of a large kitten. He stretched and tied his combat boots, efficient but sylish, marveling at how large the place was.
"Big a** school, huh Kermii," He whispered to his small furry companion. Kermii chittered in agreement and curled into a fuzzy ball on his shoulder, obviously tired from the long trip. Scorch scratched his head and djusted his shirt so it made a sort of blanket. Kermii's tail swung and curled lazily around his arm as he dozed. He started toward the huge wooden doors, but stopped abruptly as a girl came strolling out. She looked at him funny and he was about to rudlely ask why, but he realized that he probably still had blood all over him.
"Ohhh..sorry," he said quickly, awiping his mouth on his shirt. But his shirt was splattered.
"Crap," he mumbled to himself, and promply pulled it off, leving him with only a sleeveless tank top and jeans. He had forgotten about Kermii, thoug, who chittered irritably, nippe his ear, climbed back up his arm, and assumed his earler position. He picked up the shirt and it burst into flame, leavng no ashes or smudges. In reality, he had teleported it into the nearest washing machine, in the schools laundry room.
"Hi, my names Scorch, and this is Kermii. You'll have to excuse his manners, he's very tired. Your name is?"