2:00 - Jason Simple - Warm Up

[Thomas Lajoie]

The training room was left empty, as Thomas had reserved it for his very first, mini training session. He was contacted by a student who had the ability of magnetism, one he had seldom experience with. He remembered having class with someone who had the ability, but they spent most of their time fashioning paper clips into intricate weapons and using them as projectiles. Thomas was going to try and move away from that.

Considering he had done very little as of that day, Thomas felt the need to warm up himself. If he couldn’t keep up with his pupils, how was he supposed to teach them? And what if something went wrong? This was a chance he was not willing to take, and as he secured his earbuds into his ears, he found a song he had choreographed a piece to earlier. From a milk crate he brought with him, he pulled out a pound of ground beef he had bought the day before. He began to gather a feeling of nausea as he ripped open the cellophane keeping the meat contained. He hated this stuff, but it made getting blood a lot less... painful.

He sat the beef a couple metres from himself, and stretched his limbs slowly. Once he felt warmed up enough, he pressed play, and began to dance. As soon as he began to move, blood seemed to pull from the meat, and rise to the air, moving freely like a ribbon as he danced. It twisted around him as he pirouetted near the end of his piece, and as it finished, he forced the blood to reabsorb into the now grey meat. Cracking his neck, he sat on the floor and waited for Jason.

”So. Gross.”

[Jason Simple]

*j*a*s*o*n*

So Jace did not expect to walk into his training warm-up session to see... That.

I mean, he didn't really expect anything, but who wouldn't be caught off-guard by a guy doing some sort of interpretative dance with red liquid twirling around like ribbons? Jace actually stepped back out and investigated the other training rooms to see where this mysterious Lajoie guy actually was waiting for him. No luck, this seemed to be it. He stepped into the room cautiously, seeing a chunk of meat turning red and nearly gagging when he realized that this guy had some sort of blood-controlling power. Gross indeed.

So it was with this in mind that Jace approached the Trainer and sat on the floor in front of him, letting the bag of metal objects and a couple of magnets drop to the floor with a thunk-clink and the sound of settling silverware. "I hope you know that that dance was very disturbing and I hope to never see anything like that ever again." He said by way of greeting. He sat there for a moment, grinning, and then asked the question he'd been meaning to ask beforehand, but had been completely skipped over in favor of recognizing the insane ick-ness of the dance. "So, how is this going to work? Mildly confused as to how we're doing this, but I figure I can use all the help I can get."

He didn't quite know the difference between a warm-up training session and actual training, but he figured it had something to do with the day and the fact that this guy probably wasn't really one of the trainer trainers.

[Thomas Lajoie]

Thomas was catching his breath when the young man came and sat on the floor in front of him, placing down an incredible loud bag, and beginning their interaction with a criticism of his dance. "Well Jason, nice to meet you too." he said, one eyebrow raised in a rather surprised state. Do people not introduce themselves at this school? The other students he worked with were equally as short tempered and to the point. Did it not occur to them that perhaps their ability to control their gifts was linked to their ability to control their manners?

He, much like the others, were curious as to how this situation would work. Thomas took in a breath of air, and began the obligatory introduction he'd be giving to students for years to come. "Well, as you know, my name is Toemah, and I am a new trainer at the school. I am also an 'emokenetic, which as you saw, means I control blood. It is... more complex. Regardless..." he continued, standing up and brushing off his shorts. "This will work simply. You set a goal. We try and reach it. Sound fair?" he asked, his eyebrow relaxing and the kind face of the french man resurfacing.

"In order to do this, I should know a bit more about your gift. You are a magnet, yes?" he asked, unable to pronounce magnetism without making it sound like Franglais.