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Vices; Tag: Surge
Topic Started: Nov 8 2010, 03:09 AM (354 Views)
Insect
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November 3rd, Morning

The smell of toasting bread was getting to overwhelm the air around the kitchen. Things were just a little bit later than most kids came in. Kiril had scouted many times and found the right times to slip in for minimum intrusion dining and cooking. Now was one of those times. And all he really wanted was some eggs and English muffins. And tea. He’d mistimed the eggs though, so they were laying out on a plate, waiting for the muffins to finally finish. While he waited, he’d popped a fresh load of water into the coffee maker and simply not put in any of the coffee stuff. While that came to a quick heating, the muffins finally popped and he laid them out. In an act of sneakiness normally reserved for stealing money out of someone’s purse while they weren’t looking, Kiril looked about and made sure nobody was around while he added a circle of honey to each half of the two muffins he’d made. Then as if to cover the evidence, the eggs over easy got flopped on top and made into sandwiches.

Now, normally one could add honey to a muffin and get away with it. Kiril, looking like a bee, was inviting an annoying level of teasing potential by doing so. So honey was his secret indulgence. Far less glamorous than crystal meth or whatever the rock stars were on. But a quick look around and he was in the clear. So while he waited for the water to heat, he took a bite out of the sandwich. The yolk popped, but only a small drizzle made it to the plate. The rest, he discovered was cooked, leaving the yolk half runny and half solid. He’d not gotten the real hang of perfect eggs.

Water came up quick, and he had his cup ready with a small splash of milk and a bag of Tetley tea. It even had its own saucer. Water first, then teabag. He gave it a little stir before balancing the plates over to the counter so if anyone came, he’d be out of the way. While Kiril sat to eat, he could hear the more social kids out in the main dining area. It’d been louder and busier before. But the quiet of the kitchen was much nicer. There was just a bit too much noise for his sensitive senses.
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Surge
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Ugh...Mondays. Surge was not a morning person, or a Monday person, for that matter. She'd gotten up, gotten clean, donned her sleek knew wrist wear, gotten dressed, and grabbed her backpack, heading down to the kitchen to snag a bite to eat. Walking through the dining area and into the smaller, personal kitchen where students often chilled when they couldn’t find anything better to do. Surge didn’t find herself in here too often, usually opting for the pre-cooked meals offered in the cafeteria. But today she was feelin’ saucy, and decided to raid the cupboards for something quick and easy. Classes started soon, and she had training in the afternoon, so she’d probably kick herself for going with junkfood for breakfast, but eh, screw it, you had to indulge sometimes.

Walking in, a white cord came out of the front of her hoodie and ran to her ear, the second ear bud dangling, the faint electropop tunes of Freezepop ushering forth from the blasting mp3 player in her pocket. She hummed along with it, half awake as she moved around the counter island and to a bay of cupboards along the wall. She dug through, pulling out a box of pop-tarts and removing a package, replacing it and turning to see another student sitting there mowing down on an egg muffin sandwhich. It was…Kiri? Kiril? She couldn’t quite remember his name, having never really chilled with him before. She nodded and smiled. Her face still sleep-filled and dreamy as she moved over to a toaster and slipped the pastries in, pushing the lever down and leaning back against the counter while she waited for the Choco-Tarts to toast up.

After a few seconds, the silence in the room began to seem awkward, and then pointless. Why not show a little bit of friendship? A friend a day keeps loneliness away. She reached into her pockets, clicking blind buttons on her player until she hit the one that stopped the music. It cut off and she removed her hand, checking the clock on her bracelet and then finally looking up to the kid who was munching away. She eyed his wings and was reminded of Pixie for a sec, then shook her head as she focused her thoughts. She was pretty well charged, and was glad P.E. was her first class of the day, it’d give her a chance to wake up and drain of some juice before settling in for the more academically traditional schooling began. “So uh, howdy.”

Noriko hated starting conversations. She wouldn’t admit that, and she rarely shied away from doing it any more, seeking to put herself out there as friendly and approachable, but all that meant was that she felt awkward more often than not. She knew of Kiril, she knew he’d been here for at least a year, and aside from passing him in the halls now and then, she didn’t see much of him. Heck, she wasn’t even sure now that she didn’t have classes with him. You’d think you’d remember someone with features like that, striping and bug wings and antennae and all, but even after a few months at Xavier’s you just kinda got used to seeing everything, and nothing but the downright hideous could surprise you. Aside from the black eyes and extra bug parts, though, he wasn’t as jarring as he could be. At least he didn’t have a total bugface. That sorta thing might have fallen in to the ‘downright hideous’ genre.

“Dude, eggamuffin sounds freakin’ great right now.”
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Insect
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Footsteps were the first thing he heard. Then a faint hum of music. Incoming. Kiril was sans hood, since he was eating, which meant he’d even feel the incoming people before he saw them. As she passed behind him, he got the full feeling of just one body. He could have guessed from the sound of footsteps, but he was slightly distracted. Sammich. When she got over to an angle where he could tilts his head to actually look at her, he did so, giving a slight nod before carefully wiping his mouth. He hadn’t had anything on his lips, but he felt like there was something there. Either that or his self-consciousness was going off again.

His inside information was lacking, like it was with most of the students. He knew she was Japanese, and always had blue hair. The distinct hair color made it a bit easier for him to remember her. She wore tech gauntlets or something. Now she just had cuffs. He’d not noticed that before. The old gauntlets had been bulky, and the compact tech just seemed more fitting. As it was, he didn’t quite know that her powers laid within the realms of electricity, and not tech. He didn’t know her well enough. Her first move was for the pop tarts. His first move was to continue eating, though not at a pace that might make him look like he was just scarfing it down.

”So uh, howdy.” Came out of Noriko’s mouth, and Kiril secretly cursed his luck. The silence had been nice. But as with yesterday, he was working on his social skills. So he took a small mental moment to fast-forward a pep talk before responding.

“H-Hey.” There was a light tripping over the sound of the single syllable word. Go figure, he was off to a verbally graceful start as always. Silence was about to fall again quite quickly. What exactly did a morphed mutant say to a human mutant? ‘Hi, thanks for not judging me by my looks?’ That kind of thing would be more awkward than just his whimpy little greeting. Thankfully, she came to the conversation’s rescue by taking note of the food he had, right as he finished the first of the two.

“Oh? Uh. I could make you one. If you wanted. I’m not the greatest chef in the world by any means, but it’s not horrible.” Kiril blinked once, realizing he’d gotten to a compound sentence pretty quick. Heck, what he’d said might have even been considered friendly. With the first step taken, he told himself to push the advantage against his own nerves and keep the conversation going. “So uh. N-…” He faltered on the name. “Nariko, was it? Sorry if I got it wrong. I don’t think I have any classes with you right now. It’s a struggle to remember people’s names as it is.”
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Surge
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She smiled. At least he seemed like he was into idle conversation. Wee bit skittish, maybe, but hey, they’d never really talked before. She smiled, looking down at a feet. “Noriko, Noriko. But you can really call me Nori. I go by Surge during training missions, though. Thinking of sticking with that one after graduation. Just don’t call me Oswald!” Yay for morning non-sequiturs. She stood forward, letting her backpack slump to the floor by her feet. The smell of chocolate started to waft through the kitchen as the toaster heated the pastry a little closer to perfection each second. “Nah, its cool. Kinda just in the mood for something totally non healthy. I’m in a chocolate mood.” She turned her head to the side a bit to check on the food inside the glowing slots of the toaster, then turned back to Kiril.

Surge continued their conversation after a lion yawn into armstretch combo worthy of a perfect score from any judge. “Yeah though, there’s a lot of us here now. You know, I guess there was originally just a handful. This whole place for five or six students, could you imagine the bouts of boredom they must have had?” Finally, the toaster popped up. Removing the choco-tarts from it and putting them on a paper towel she’d grabbed from the counter, she wrapped them up so she could hold them without burning the tips of her fingers. It was still weird having her hands exposed now, after having her digits locked away behind steel for two years. She’d had more papercuts and jammed fingers in the last week than she had in the past two years, but it was worth it to be able do finicky, fine-tooth work with her unarmored fingers.

Leaning back on the counter, she crossed her arms after taking a bite of her breakfast. “Crazy, you’ve been here for a while and we haven’t managed to have a single class together outta any single semester. What’re you planning on doing after you graduate?”
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Insect
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“Gotcha. Noriko. Er, Nori.” He clenched his eyes shut for a small moment, mentally trying to commit it to memory. He always had a lot to memorize though. Kiril would probably be able to keep it in mind, unless they spent another year not really talking or having classes together. “Well uh… My callsign is Insect. Duh, right?” He laughed a bit nervously, before silencing himself with the first bite of sandwich number two. She turned down his offer to make food for her. Which was probably for the best. Unless all she was eating was just pop tarts. That just wasn’t a good idea in an active place like Xavier’s.

“About a hundred, right?” He asked in response to being told there used to be just a handful of students before now. “I can imagine there was a lot more drama and weirdness. Like a super-powered reality TV show or something. Now it’s kinda like high school. Just with better food.” He said dryly as he watched Surge take her pop tarts out and handle them tenderly. It was a little funny to see, but then again, Kiril had exoskeleton protection. He did miss some of the more minute feelings that came with having the nerves close to the skin. But he’d never complain. Without that tough shell over his chest, he would be dead instead of finishing up breakfast.

“I think you’re a year ahead of me. I lost a good amount of school time before I got here. So we probably just haven’t had the chance to have the same classes. For training, I just go to flight and advanced physical classes. Not really a tech like you. But I also have no idea what to do. You can fit in a lot easier than I can. You look human. My options… I think it’s just basically X-Corp. It’s the only place I know that hires mutants of my uh… Visual difference. I’ll probably be a security guard or something like that. Bugs can be kind of intimidating.” His last few sentences were spoken with a noticeable drop in enthusiasm. The future wasn’t a promising place for him. “What about you though?”
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She nodded as she finished the first half of her breakfast. "I think there might actually be more," she said, covering her mouth while she talked to hid the food she was in the middle of chewing, “, maybe not though, it just seems like a lot of us here.” She laughed at the reality show comment. The thought of Cyclops trash-talking Volt to a confessional camera was enough to bring a chuckle to her lips. She broke into the second pastry, mowing down on it as her smile turned to a frown when he started bashing himself. He seriously wasn’t that bad. Kid obviously had a few esteem issues.

“Oh come, on, man. You’ve got plenty of options. They’ve got plenty of college courses here, plus, Mutant Town has more than just X-Corps. I’m sure you’ll find something that fits ya.” She set breakfast down beside her and hopped up on the counter, narrowly avoiding knocking her head against the cupboards. “Besides, they have image inducers, if you really don’t feel comfortable going out in your own skin.” The last part of her sentence was laced with a gentle but criticizing tone. Surge was all about individuality. She couldn’t be too hard on him though. Coming to grip with her own abilities had been hard, and she had no overt physical mutations herself. She couldn’t imagine having to cope with being perceived as some sort of creature in addition with any other tricks her genes could play on her. “You’ll be fine, I’m sure.” She finally added to counter her own frank words.

At his question, she took another bite of her pop-tart and finished chewing before answering. “Me? I’m done with High-School this year. I’m thinking about some college level courses here or in the city, but I’m training to join the active X-Men squad.” Her reasons for this decision were myriad, and it would take more than a chance meeting in the kitchen to pry them out of her. “I guess I just want to help people see not every mutant is an Apocalypse, or a Magneto.” She got quiet for a second. “I missed two years worth of school, but I’m pretty much on track, Japanese kids have a bit more work school-wise than American kids, so even so I was pretty much on par, once I got my head unfuzzed.”

Then she caught something. He’d called her a tech. “Like a technopath? Oh no, you must have me confused wit Network. I don’t do gadgets. In fact, it’s really hard for me to do gadgets.” The bands around her wrists beeped. It was her alarm, class started in half an hour. She hit the display to unset it, then checked how much energy they were holding. She’d be good for a while yet.
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Insect
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“It’s just that I don’t actually know what I’m going to do.” He shook his head, then bit into the last bite of his muffin, in a noticeably vicious way. A couple of seconds passed silently. “I barely had any idea before this happened. Now… Yeah, there’s Mutant Town. But I don’t know what I’m going to be find out there. I don’t know what I’ll be good at. I don’t even know what I’d want to do. It’s… Daunting.” He shook his head and began sipping on his tea. Still hot. Oh well. The burn took his mind away from the negativity he was inflicting on himself.

“Sounds like you have it figured out. I don’t even know if I’d be able to make the cut. I’m…” Kiril tried to figure out the right way to put it. He didn’t want to sound like he was superior, because he knew he wasn’t. But he also didn’t want to downright lie. He could punch holes in brick walls. That certainly wasn’t inferior. “I’m capable. But I don’t know if I’d be able to contribute something that isn’t already there. Maybe X-Factor would better suit me. But the only time I’ve been in a real fight, I’ve ran away. So I don’t know how I’ll really act when lives are on the line.”

When she mentioned she wasn’t technologically savvy, he quirked an eyebrow. “Oh. Sorry. I thought the gauntlets were your own creation. So… Surge… You’re an electricity controller, then?” He asked, thinking that it was more of a unique ability than his own. Plenty of mutants could fly. And Logan alone was more durable and stronger. But flinging electricity wasn’t common at all. “What were the gauntlets for then? Amplification?”

Seeing the wristwatch gadgets go off, his head tilted in curiosity. “Oh? Need to get going? I won’t hold you.” His tone was blunt, but not like he was dismissing her. People had places to be, and he still had an hour and a half before his next class. His class schedule was a bit on the more awkward side, just because the trainers for his physical classes had other classes for larger bodies of students. He coughed quietly, trying to work up a little courage for the next thing he wanted to ask. “Though… If you want to keep talking… I could walk with you.” His head was tilted away, as if he was trying to look away. His peripherals kept her in clear sight though. It definitely came out awkwardly, and it was only after saying it that he realized that it might sound like he was taking a more than friendly interest in her. He’d meant to just sound friendly, in his quest to gain more friends. As usual though, he’d just proved to himself that words were not his ally.
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Surge finished breakfast chuckled for a second. “Yeah figured out, right.” If you don’t count me having almost no clue as to what I’m doing. Talk about winging it. She knew she wanted to join the X-Men. She knew she wanted to do it to help others. But until that happened, like every other trainee at the Institute, she was just playing cat and mouth with what exactly the instructors, teachers, and proper X-Men were looking for in their raw recruits. She knew her powers could help her fight the evils unleashed on the world by the misguided and malicious, but she really didn’t know how to go about it besides the simple concept of point-and-shoot. ’That’s why you train, dummy!’, the thought ran through her head. “Trust me, I know what I want, but getting to it is the long, slow, difficult part.”

She picked up her backpack and once again slung the straps across her shoulders, pulling on them and smiling. “You’ve got plenty to put on the table. Flight may be common but it’s definitely useful. And its not like you’re in bad shape.” She took chance of giving him a gentle nudge on the shoulder. “I mean, come on, the X-men have a member who’s skill is to read anything. I mean, that’s a really niche mutation, no offense to Mr. Ramsey or anything. But it really goes to show you that everybody can find a useful outlet for their abilities.”

“No big, and yeah, I deal with electricity.” She said as he needlessly apologized for his mistake, asking about the techno-wizardry that adorned her wrists. “Oh, these? Yeah, these are kinda important for me. A guy over at X-Factor actually made these for me, I have a bigger bulkier set up in my room that Dr. McCoy built back when I first arrived. I gotta wear these right now, or I’ll shut off everything around me. My body drains electrical energy from the environment, stores it in my cells. These things curb the rate and also act as a set of storage units. They pull the energy out of my body into these little magnets, so my head doesn’t get all buzzy. That’s not always pretty.”

Noriko closed her eyes and concentrated for a second, the lights in the kitchen flickering for just a second. The lights returned and she opened her eyes, tiny arcs of lightning sprouting from them and dissipating as the glow left her brown eyes once again normal. “I can do a few things with the stuff I store.” She felt the headrush from the electricity fade as the gloves drew the surplus back in. “You should see me on the running path. Or out at the target range, I mean not to toot my own horn but I’m getting to be a pretty good shot with these new ones.” She was bragging, she didn’t mean to, well, maybe a little. Surge wasn’t above a little bit of pride in herself. He asked if she had to go, and before she could answer him…

Did he just offer to walk her to class? It was probably nothing, really. He was just being nice, or trying to. She smiled and nodded and adjusted her hold on her book-bag. “Uh, sure. I gotta go up to my science class.” She shook her head. “Gah, Biology. Not my favorite thing. We’re doing this stuff right now where we have to draw out these diagrams of DNA and RNA strands and for whatever reason, I can’t commit the sequencing or whatever to memory. Oh well, still easier than chemistry.” She recalled a lab accident last year that resulted in a cloud of noxious smoke. Nothing tasted right for a week.

Nori tossed the napkin she’d been using to hold the pop-tarts into a trashbin under one of the cupboards and motioned to the door. “After you?”
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“Well, you’re farther along than me, regardless.” He gave a single nervous laugh, if it could even be called that, then promptly finished up his tea. Still, he did have to wonder if she would be a good recruit for the X-Men. She could drain and manipulate electricity. Considering how many things used that as a power source, he could see her being useful at quite a good number of situations. And she wanted it too, so she would definitely be determined. He had to figure she’d make the cut, so long as she worked towards it. With the X-Men running around the very school itself, she could easily toss hints and figure out the steps she’d need to take as she went.

“It may seem weak, but Cypher’s power is definitely unique. Niche as it may be, he’s the guy that can do it. It’s kind of like picking the members of a baseball team. I can play pitcher, short stop, and center field. But I’m not as good as the ones who only play a single one of those positions. So I’d wind up on the bench, hoping one of them gets taken out of the game, just to get a chance to play. Ya know?” He explained as he got up and put his dishes in the sink for washing later. Of course, he wasn’t washing them. It was probably going to be the next student who got him or herself into trouble with a teacher. “I just think I need a bit more time before I really figure out what I’m meant to do.”

“Oh, they’re capacitors and insulation. I get it. Well, at least basically. I’ve only had a semester of physics and the unit on electricity wasn’t exactly massive…” He shrugged as he got up. Kiril had barely noticed that he’d gotten a lot more talkative around what essentially was a bug zapper. The moment he did realize it, he wore the face of someone who was suddenly remembered they left the oven on, or accidentally forgotten to turn off their car’s headlights. If Noriko could read lips, she could possibly of seen him tell himself “It’s under control.” As he tried to hold away the apprehension of being zapped.

“Right on.” He knew the science lab well. He’d taken both chemistry and biology last semester. Science and math didn’t stand a chance against him, but English had him constantly in headaches. Then again, a ‘B-’ average shouldn’t be scoffed at. But he knew it’d be higher if he didn’t flunk the speech presentations and have a whopping zero in his participation. “I did both of those last semester. I think I single handedly burned through a whole bottle of magnesium while the teacher wasn’t looking. Biology was a little tougher, just for all the vocabulary I had to learn.”

“Aight, let’s go.” He made his way for the door, opening it and holding it that way for the girl. Yes, chivalry. Though he’d have held it open for a guy too. It was better to call it politeness. In that moment, he knew he’d hate to be the doorman to a hotel. So that was one job off his list that he knew he’d never want. Countless others were left. “Ladies first.”
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Normally, Surge would have stopped to make a commentary at the whole idea of ‘ladies first’. She could have rambled off any number of reasons why she was perfectly capable of going after him, but whatever. He seemed like he had enough issues already, so she swallowed her opinion, smiled cheerfully, and moved out into the halls, where they began their journey towards her Biology Class up stairs. She adjusted her grip on the straps of her backpack and looked to him, eyeing him up and down. She couldn’t help but realize he didn’t look as weird as he made himself out to. There were plenty of insectoids at the school who’d gone full on mantis and barely looked human any more. She didn’t sit in judgment of them, but that was the simple truth. It was a tough world out there for all mutants. Hers wasn’t as easily hidden as others, and his wasn’t as easily hidden as hers.

“I think you really are over exaggerating about yourself. I mean look, you’re not in bad shape, you’ve got bug powers, right? It’s not like you’re weak or anything. Have you popped into the Danger Room yet? I’m sure you can be crazy quick when you want to be.” She shrugged as they turned the corner and she mounted the staircase in the main foyer. “Besides, decision making in any tough situation is rough. That’s what tactics training and squad classes are for. Whenever I make a tough call in an exercise, it shows me that hindsight is twenty-twenty. You just learn from your mistakes, I guess.”

She’d ranted and said her piece. As they climbed the stairs towards the second floor, Noriko decided she would shut up for a second, not wanting to come off as a motor mouth who wouldn’t let somebody get a word in edgewise. A smile crossed her face as she topped her spiel off with a kind word. “No fate but what ya make.” It was from a movie, maybe it was cheesy, but Surge had adopted it as a personal mantra and motto. It helped her keep things in order and keep her goals in sight.
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The extension of his politeness was accepted, though somewhat begrudgingly. He didn’t pick up on that. As it was, he was just happy enough with the fact that he was making progress on his attempts to be friendly and less shy. He'd been better about it when he looked normal, so it was more like getting back into the swing of his old personality. He still had plenty of reasons to shy away from people, but at least in the institute, people didn't look twice. Or did they? He caught sight of Surge's eyes rolling over his form for a brief moment while he followed her out of the kitchen. If there wasn't a layer of exoskeleton between his face and the blood underneath, he'd have been blushing.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." His voice was pretty meek when he said that. Considering that it was a definite confidence booster, he wanted to try to keep any pride in check. "I've only been in the danger room a few times mostly to test my full physical capability. "I'm still a combat newb though. I've only been studying martial arts since I got here. I'm dodgy, but I still always leave with a good lump on the head... Or a tazer to the... Yeah. Anyway, I haven't done too much in a team setting though. I can assume it's a decent bit like a game; just know your role and protect the team. But it's probably scary, even in the danger room."

As they both reached the top of the stairs, Kiril found himself yawning, turning his had away and shivering while he let it all go. The cold months made him sleepier than usual. Some people had blamed his physiology for his sleepiness because it borrowed from an insect that became highly dormant in winter. Once noon came round, he was usually good for the rest of the day though. "I... Do you really think I'd have a shot though?" He asked, shaking his head. "Never mind. I think I'll just focus on not being cripplingly scared of people for right now. One thing at a time."
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“I find confidence is key.” Remarked Surge as they made their way towards the Bio room. “Overconfidence is bad, but a little self pride never hurts.” She worked her hands to make sure her music player was fully off, hearing the chime as it powered down. Replacing her hands in her pockets, she just shrugged as she looked over to her companion. “Like I said, no fate but whatcha make.” She smiled briefly. “If you want to do it, you just gotta trust yourself to find a way to make it happen.” It applied to everything. It didn’t mean you had to go it alone and that was all, it just meant it was up to you to see it through to the end.

She came to a stop outside of the classroom and brushed a stray tuft of blue hair behind her ear. “Well, here’s my stop, I guess.” She smiled to Kiril. “Been nice yakking at you, I’m definitely awake now.” She stepped aside to let a student go into the room, dodging the trail of viscous goop that followed in his wake. “Uh, my last class is over at like three, but I have a DR session later, so I won’t see any down time until after four-thirty or five. But hey, if you want to chill out sometime, I’m in Two-Oh-Seven, but you can usually find me in the lounge or out running the path through the woods. Hit me up sometime if you want.”

She patted him on the shoulder and passed a fleeting grin as she turned to go into Bio class. ’Aw crap…there’s a quiz today…son of a…’ She meandered over to her desk and plopped into it after setting her bookbag down. [/I]’He’s a cool kid. Too hard on himself, though…’[/i] her thoughts quickly wandered off from friendships to genomes however as she began hypercramming for the test she’d totally forgotten.
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"Yeah... Just need to figure out what I want." He said when Surge had told him, essentially, to follow his dreams. Just like every motivational speech, inspiration poster, and Disney movie. Of course, with so many things shouting at him to do it, he was willing to try. But it all boiled down to exactly what he wanted. And at the moment, he really had no clue. Maybe he'd go see a councilor or something. But he knew what they would say. Try everything a little bit, see what turns out enjoyable. But it didn't seem like a real way to do it. This kind of question was one reserved for soul-searching.

They stopped while Kiril was still mostly occupied with thoughts regarding his future. "Oh, we're here. Right." Without thinking, he stepped to the side a few, just as another student was passing by behind him. He hadn't even felt it consciously, but his body knew to move to avoid impact on an instinctive level. What he couldn't dodge, he had to hope he was durable enough to take. "Yeah, uh. I have classes until four. Room three-thirteen. Feel free to drop by. Just knock first. Scares me half to death when people just walk through the wall. So I guess I'll catch you around then. Maybe we'll get a DR session together sometime." Kiril stopped talking right then and there, thinking the last statement over. Bug zapper, right. "Hopefully not against each other..."

They parted ways, Kiril flashing a meek smile and a short wave as she slipped into the room. He had to get to class somewhat soon as well.He had english class though. He loathed that thought. He knew for sure he never wanted to be a politician or televangelist. Public speaking could shove and inappropriate object into an even more inappropriate place. 'Friends are coming along nicely,' He thought to himself, finding himself walking down the halls aimlessly. 'Maybe I'll try for a girlfriend soon... Eventually... Maybe.' As he walked down the hal, he shook his head. "No."

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