Damsel In Distress…? (Izzy)

[Izzy James]

Either Harmony knew how to be a passenger, or she was just smart enough to figure it out. Regardless, her position on Izzy's neck meant that the young man wasn't choking, and was dealing with the added weight quite nicely. He figured he could probably make it nearly to the school proper with Harmony on his back. She'd probably want to hop off by then anyway, seeing as being carried in when not super-damaged would just be totally uncool.

Her question made Izzy laugh though. Not the first one; it totally made sense, but the second. "I haven't been here too long. I was a bit of a late bloomer. Well, my power bloomed late or something. Anyway, I've only been here like a month or two. I still get lost."

Though he'd get lost anyway. He'd like to think it was the robots or something, but chances were it was just that skitzo power of his. It nearly made him sigh to think about it. Thankfully, there were plenty of other things to focus on right now.

"I haven't actually had a personalized power session yet," admitted Izzy. "I probably need one. My power, well, it kinda packs a punch. But that's when it works. I can't really seem to get it to work when I want to very often, and even then, it kinda gets out of control. So I'd like to figure it out sometime."

He adjusted Harmony on his back, just trying to get them both comfortable. Looking slightly over his shoulder, he favored her with a smile. "So you'll probably be loads better at this stuff then me when you get as old as me. And you're only, what, thirteen or so? So, yeah, you'll be kicking my ass."

Though he still wasn't sure of her power. He adjusted again, plodding on. "Tell me that wasn't the only music on your IPod though. You might end up walking."

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

Harmony was on the lookout for any other student from Hammel. There was no way she was going to let anyone see her being carried around like this. Although she had to admit, it was a little nice to not have to walk when her shoes were long gone.

“Oh well,” Harmony said. “You’re no help.” She was interested in the way he described his power. If it really packed a punch, he’d be a useful person to have as a friend. From what she’d seen so far, it was useful. Even though she wasn’t ready to admit that to Izzy.

“Of course I will be,’ Harmony replied. She considered correcting him to say she was only twelve, but decided against it. After all, she was in a hurry to grow up anyway.

“You gotta problem with my music, punk?” she asked, wishing he was able to get a good view at her glare. “Let me guess, you listen to moldy oldies?” She laughed. But if he was seriously going to start criticizing her music, then she would rather walk.

[Izzy James]

Izzy shrugged. Maybe eventually, as in several months from now, he'd be able to provide some kind of insight into how the school operated and who was the best trainer to have. Right now, he was just happy to get to class on time and be where he was supposed to be.

More nodding. Somehow, Izzy was already predicting that Harmony was going to end up one helluva ass-kicker. Woe unto any who would get in her way. Heck, she had to be a couple of years younger than Izzy now, and he wasn't sure which one of them would win if they got into a tussle. Again: not something he wanted to think about.

Even if it did look likely to happen.

"Hey, they're not 'moldy'," insisted Izzy, craning to call over his shoulder again. "Though at least I think I saw Eminem on there, so you're listening to some of the good stuff. He's got a way with words. Still, you seriously need to broaden. Tell me you've at least heard of the Beatles?"

Somehow, the squabbling about music was making it easier to forget that he squished with every footfall, and that the shoeless foot was probably going to end up looking all kinds of nasty by the time they were done.

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

Harmony grinned, pleased that she seemed to have struck a chord with Izzy about his taste in music. “Yeah, I have heard of the Beatles. They’re…alright I guess. I’d rather listen to something a little more…upbeat. Something I can really dance to, ya know?” She nudged him in the side with her knee for her next comment. “If you can appreciate Eminem, then I guess not all the music you listen to is moldy.”

Truth was, growing up on in a hippie community and then moving to the city gave Harmony a pretty wide range of music she had listened to. Not that she was interested in half of it. Back home, her mother had always been constantly yelling at Harmony to turn down her stereo. Which of course only made Harmony turn it up more often. She had to admit she almost missed hearing her mother complain about her “rap crap”.

She shifted a little on Izzy’s back, wondering when he was going to start complaining about the added wait. “Are we there yet?’ she asked, peering past him in hopes to see the school right in front of them.

[Izzy James]

Izzy shrugged. Couldn't really argue with that assessment, though he'd danced to a few Beatles numbers himself. "Yeah, I get you. But, yeah, Eminem's cool. He actually seems to talk about something. Then again, can't argue with a good beat."

Izzy shrugged again. Yeah, he was more of someone who preferred mixing the two, but he wasn't about to complain either way. He'd had too diverse of a family to worry too much. One older brother had always blared rock music, another opting for stuff even heavier than that. Izzy's dad had passed on the Beatles, Pink Floyd, and Monkees love, while his mom had added a few pop numbers on that. Add on some Disney pop from another brother, and his sister's odd taste in angsty females, and well, you had one diverse pool. Though Izzy still leaned more toward what he considered "real music" as opposed to "overproduced crap." Thankfully, Eminem landed more in the former than the latter.

Not that any of that mattered now, since all Izzy had managed was some comments of agreement. He heard Harmony's comment and looked over his shoulder at her again, smiling.

"No, we're not quite there yet. I'm not chancing using my ability to speed things up or something. Why, am I bothering you that much?" he asked. A quick wink to show he was joking, and he picked up the pace again. While they weren't at the school yet, they were pretty well into the school grounds. Wouldn't be long till Harmony would want to jump off, likely.

[Harmony Muller-Barton]

Harmony really started smiling when Izzy started talking about good beats. “Now you’re talkin!” she said, the delight clear in her voice. Maybe falling into the lake wasn’t the worst thing in the world. After all, it gave her a chance to meet Izzy. Maybe having a hero around would be nice. And he liked music.

And he was…cute…

Harmony was a little lost in her thoughts. She almost didn’t notice that they had almost reached the school. “Oops,” she said, jumping off Izzy and almost tripping in the process. “Well thanks for the uh….ride?” she said, unable to keep from laughing.

“I’m gonna go grab some dry clothes,” she said. “I’ll catch ya later?” She really hoped he say yes.

((i'm gonna wrap here with Harmony if that's okay))

[Izzy James]

{sure thing. I'll just wrap it up with Izzy here ^.^ }

Sudden jump off, and Izzy was nearly reeling. Thankfully, he had a decent amount of balance, and managed to not make a complete ass of himself. Still, there was much squishing and possibly some arm waving. Izzy somehow ended up nodding at Harmony, raising up a hand in a sort of wave, sort of salute motion.

"No problem," he said. A nod now. "And I'm sure I'll see you around. Maybe next time I can expose you to some moldy music that doesn't suck."

Another one of those hand wave/salute things, and Izzy was heading in a different direction, wanting to leave Harmony any semblance of "coolness" remaining to her. After all, he knew that the sopping wet idiot who'd unnecessarily jumped into a lake before thinking about it was definitely the very definition of cool.

Now off to try and get dry, and figure out what to do with one shoe...