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"Delmor's... different," Alma snickered slightly, "But I haven't gotten a good chance to look around the place yet. I only arrived here on Saturday and I had to help unpack on Sunday... Then there's B.A.N.D...." The girl let out a deep breath and thought about all the controversy over the group. She let herself think for a moment before speaking again, "With all the riots you kinda have ta wonder why the school accepted B.A.N.D.'s invitation to sing at prom. It's almost as if someone wants to make more problems on this crazy rock."

"Heh, I'd hate to be the police on Prom night," Alma smiled just as her phone rang. Blushing slightly at the chorus from "Crisis" by Tarafew echoing from the pocket that was beside her left knee, she mumbled an apology softly and looked at the phone's screen. It barely surprised her when saw a text message; the ring was for text (there was a different one for calls). After a soft sigh, she slid the phone open and looked at the message. "i no i told u 2 not c** rite home, but nxt time, at least txt me!"

"Sorry, my mom's yelling at me via text that I didn't tell her where I was," Alma said sheepishly. After a quick, "I'm at a new friend's and use proper grammar, please.", she closed the phone and put it back in the pocket. After stretching a bit, the girl continued almost apologetic. "I probably should be heading home. You don't need to drive me," she added before Tehra could offer, "I need to get to know this place better anyway."

As she turned to leave, Alma smiled and said a quick farewell. She walked calmly to the door and closed it behind her. The semblance of calm only lasted that long, an urge of adventure over came her as she sped up the pace. There were almost 2 hours for her to simply explore and she wasn't going to waste it.

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Clarice clucked to her mare, Morrigan. The Arabian's ears flicked back, she sped up to a brisk trot. She lightly flicked the reins to the right, directing her mare to go in that direction. As Clarice approached the wall at the edge of her property, she lightly pressed her knees into Morrigan's sides, bringing her from a trot to a canter, then to a gallop. She sped down the length of the wall to the back of the property. Clarice exhilarated in the feel of the wind in her hair, the feeling of being one with the horse, the salty scent of the ocean. A slight tingling at the base of her neck warned her. She reined Morrigan in. The mare danced for a moment then settled down, ears alert for any pinprick of sound.

Clarice looked around. It felt as if someone were staring at her. She always got that tingly-back-of-the-neck feeling when someone happened to be staring at her. After a few moments of staring around her, she lightly pressed her knees into Morrigan's sides. It was only a crow... she thought, trying to slow down the rapid beating of her heart. The mare plodded back to the stable.

"Whoa," she murmured, pulling the reins back. She slid one leg out of the stirrup and alighted on the ground with it by swing her leg over the mare's back. With practiced ease, she pulled the remaining leg out of the stirrup. Both feet on the ground, she went to her mare's head. Clarice slipped the reins over Morrigan's head and using them as a lead, brought her to the second stall. She led the mare in by the reins, then proceeded to take off her bridal. Morrigan headbutted her, she laughed and pushed the dark mare's head away. Grunting, she undid the saddle girth and hoisted it off of Morrigan, taking it to the side of the stall and putting it on the wall between the two stalls. She then proceeded to pull off the saddle blanket. Clarice hoisted the saddle on top of the saddle blancket, and put bot items on her shoulder, bridal in her left hand, she opened the stall door with her right, and walked with difficulty to the tack room. She set the saddle down on the rack with a grateful sigh and placed the blanket on the rest of the blanket pile. Grabbing her grooming box, she returned to Morrigan. First she ran the curry comb all through her horse's coat, then she brought out the hoof pick and proceeded to clean the inside of her mares's hoofs, lastly she ran a comb through Morrigan's mane and tale. Clarice stepped back and admired her horse. Realising she forgot something, she went to the feed room and came back with four alfalfa cubes. She gave one to each horse.

Blowing a stray bit of hair out of her eye, Clarice left the sable.
There was a slight tingling on the back of her neck.

Rowena had been sitting for weeks. Without moving. in silence. counting beads.

And drinking bitter tea.

This was not what she'd planned on when she signed on with Lama Akar. He'd promised to teach her powers that came only with mental clarity, and this sitting still thing was so not it. How was it supposed to help her achieve control over herself and others? Rowena had been fuming over that in the silence of the meditation nook her father had paid to have built in their house, and finally raised her concerns with Lama Akar after a longer session during their tea break.

"Because when you can control your body, your mind will follow. And when you can control both, others will follow you."

It was another cryptic and vague response from the master. For an entire month Lama Akar had avoided every question and that left her only with more questions. Even her academic studies had been vague and frustrating. He required more of her than anyone at DUHS ever had, and surprisingly she'd been meeting his requirements well enough, but she wanted more. She was supposed to learn how to control others from him, and she had barely even learned how to control herself. It was frustrating and she couldn't take it anymore, being used to getting what she wanted or taking it from others. Slamming down her tea, Rowena lashed out at her poor teacher, "You were supposed to teach me how to control my mind and show me how that would control others. All I have learned to do so far is count beads! If my father knew you were doing such a terrible job I'm sure he'd never have pulled me out of school! I can't believe he trusts you so much, you don't know anything at all about other people! You just know how to sit and count!"

"Calm, child, and sip your tea. It all comes in time..."

"I don't want it to come in time! My mental training has barely included anything with controlling other things. Just once you showed me how to feel the energy around me and you tried to help me move it and then we never went back to it. Why can't we do more things like that? Those are the things I really need to know!"

"If that's what you feel, Little One, we may practice that when you finish your tea."

"Fine!" Rowena spat, finishing all her tea at once out of spite, "Can we start now?"

"First you must calm down." Sighing, Rowena relaxed the tension in her shoulders, though she was silently fuming. "Good, do you remember how to begin? I want you to imagine the energy in the palm of your hand, work it into a ball, and then try to pass it to me."

I'll do more than that you dolt... Rowena did know how to begin, and secretly she'd been attempting them while she was supposed to be sleeping. Quickly she got it going and formed a field of energy in between her hand. In her frustration she could feel the hot energy swirling around, and even though she couldn't see it she'd trusted that it was there. She felt it move, and then quickly passed it to Lama Akar, imagining it keeping it's form. He seemed to receive it. Good. If he said I hadn't done it right I'd have strangled the s**t out of him.

After just a moment's pause, Lama Akar's eyes grew wide and his hands went up to his neck. He seemed to be having trouble breathing. Rowena began to panic and watched him fall to his knees as he struggled to breathe as if something were wrapped around his neck. Finally, he seemed to recover. Looking distraught after catching his breath, all Lama Akar could say was "I am calling your father."

Tommy skidded to a stop, he took a deep breath and felt like screaming in joy, he had super powers! He laughed happily, he didn't feel tired from that run, his legs wern't sore, he hadn't even broken a sweat, this was great! He walked to the front door and walked in, he looked at the clock, he had made it home with seven minutes to spair. He sighed in happiness, then a new mission came to his mind, a mission that would deside the direction of the rest of his life.....what would his costume look like. He instantly began to think up designs, putting the notes on the table for his dad and headed upstairs to compair hero costumes, then he realized, he need a hero name.

He thumbed his chin thinking, his power was speed...super speed...something around that. He smiled, he would figure something out after he made his costume.

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Tommy smirked, after hours of work, his time in home ec class paying off, he had made a very...embarassing costume. He lifted it, a full body jump suit that went to his ankles, wrists and up his neck. The mask covered his entire head, with round black eyes, the forhead and top of the head had a metal plate attached. The boots and gloves were simple, the whole thing colored a bright yellow, "Well...it'll do..." He slipped it on, looking at himself in the mirror, "Snug..a little uncomtroble...but it'll do...now a name."

He tapped his chin looking up and down, "Super speed...goldish color scheme.....AHA!" He smirked and struck a heroic pose, "I am...The Golden Bullet!!!"

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