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[Raylaigh Hawthorne]

“Awesome!” Ray exclaimed his eyes turning into little crescent moons as he smiled. He was excited, he’d never heard of someone just making a game for fun and to be able to play them, well that was basically giving Ray the right to claim he’d played a game no one else had played and that pretty much gave Raylaigh even more rights to preen. He was a prideful peacock and he loved showing off. It was basically perfect. If this kid ever wanted his game to go places he would just have to let Raylaigh give it a try and a few boasts later he’d have a great audience looking to play his game, if only to shut the flyer up.

Raylaigh fluttered them briefly, as if to prove that they were real as the kid looked at them with fascination. “Sure, go ahead,” Ray said resisting throwing in a joke about buying him dinner first. Sometimes… well all of the time, Raylaigh came onto people very strong. He had far more personality in his thin body than should be allowed. Some people with wings were very sensitive and well, Ray’s wings were very sensitive, but some people took serious offense to people touching their wings. Raylaigh had never been one of those people, he was just as curious and he was like a child, he learned everything by touching, experimenting and doing. His mother still told him to put his hands in his pockets when they went anywhere with a lot of glass things, which considering Ray’s clumsiness was either a brilliant idea of a terrible one.

Lips dropping into an ‘o’ shape, things starting to click in his mind. “Oh,” he said and suddenly things started to make sense, but also more questions came to his mind. “Like you can go in and do things with the computer? Can you like make them move and stuff?” He asked, acknowledging a split second later that that was probably a very stupid question. Ray blink a sudden idea over coming him. “Could you control robots and stuff?” He asked, for completely no reason other than that the thought occurred to him.

[Kingston Carmichael]

Kingston gently stroked the white feathers. It was Kingston’s first time to touch bird feathers. The feathers were very soft. “Can you fly?” He had seen students around the school with wings but those wings didn’t really interested Kingston. He didn’t know why this student’s wings interested. Kingston took his hand away from the wing.

Kingston stared at the boy. He smiled. He exhaled that was supposed to be a laugh. Moving computers and controlling robots. That was funny. It was a silly idea that the student came up with. Kingston found it amusing. Kingston wasn’t that kind of technopath. He shook his head. He pointed at the computer in front of him again. “When I enter computers, I see all the data and information that is on the computer.”

[Raylaigh Hawthorne]

Ray felt a chill through his body, having people touch his feathers wasn’t a very sensitive affair but it didn’t mean he didn’t feel the same sensation he did when the air passed through them. The feathers shifted a little under his hand and Ray spread the wing for the boy to see it in all of its glory. Raylaigh made a face and giggle. “Well it would be awfully unfair if they gave me wings that couldn’t fly.” The other boy moved his hand away and the wing pumped lazily once or twice before settling nicely against his calf.

The flyer’s face dropped for a moment, interpreting the exhale as a sign of annoyance. So maybe that wasn’t his power but well… He dropped his feet back onto the floor and looked at his computer unsure of how to move on, but eventually the boy answered anyways. “Ah,” he said looking at the boy’s computer as if he would somehow see the boy staring back at him. “So, is it like you see the ones and zeros, like in the movies? Can you do stuff like hack and…” Ray suddenly gasped as an idea popped into his head. “Can you watch people through their computers?” He turned wide brown eyes on the kid with the interesting power.

[Kingston Carmichael]

“Binary code,” Kingston informed the winged student. They young technopath knew how to read the binary code so it wasn’t just zeros and ones to him. He knew what it meant. Kingston looked at the coding on his computer. It wasn’t written in binary code but it was still gibberish to anyone who was not familiar reading codings.

First it was controlling robots and now it was looking through computers. This guy was something. Kingston shook his head ‘no.’ “I only see the data.”

Kingston glanced down at the student’s wings. Kingston then stared at the computer screen. He was trying to figure some things out. Wings on the back someone made sense to fly. With wings on the ankles didn’t make too much sense to Kingston. Wouldn’t this student be top heavy and lose his balance? The other thing Kingston was trying to figure out was why was he so interested in this guy’s wings? Kingston never this interested in someone’s power before.

Then it dawned on him. Kingston didn’t know the student’s name. He turned his head to face the student. “What’s your name?” He asked in his typical quiet voice.

[Raylaigh Hawthorne]

To the flyer binary was just a random collection of ones and zeros. He didn’t understand and he didn’t think he would ever understand. Speak to Raylaigh of the big or little endian and he would be completely lost. Ray deflated a bit and tapped his fingers, he didn’t really understand what that meant. Only see the data. Was it only in the binary or could he see it as more than it was? Curiosity drove Ray and he looked at his computer which by now had timed out and was showing a login screen for him. At least it was just locked and no logged out, he probably would have had another panic attack.

“So you understand it all then? You can see data and code and stuff like that?” Raylaigh was impressed, coding was complicated, very mathy. Ray was glad his power was flying, he couldn’t sit at a desk all day, especially not on a beautiful day, being inside now to get this project done was just about killing him. He fluttered his feathers and restlessly wriggled in his seat. He was that kid that teachers struggled to keep still. Even now he was rocking the spinning chair back and forth as he spoke with this kid. Raylaigh wiggled the mouse on his computer but it did nothing but bring the password bar again and the flyer groaned inwardly. He didn’t want to have to do more work!

He glanced back at the boy and he giggled, putting a hand over his mouth to hide his embarrassment. “Oh my goodness! You saved my life and I didn’t even ask your name!” He cried dramatically. “I’m Raylaigh, but you can call me Ray, just about everyone does.” He grinned brightly, “What about you, tech-man?” Ray engaged back into the conversation, ignoring the computer and the work that he still needed to get done. Honestly, the possibility of failing wasn’t doing anything to motivate the flyer. No wonder he gave Nao anxiety. Ray just couldn’t be pulled to care, he loved to have fun and well, this wasn’t fun, but talking to this guy was. So was flying, but well, all fun and no work makes Jack a… Ray paused, that wasn’t right at all was it?

[Kingston Carmichael]

If Kingston didn’t understood the coding and information it would have been a little pointless for Kingston to be a technopath. Then again there must be students with powers they don’t understand so there for it must be difficult for them to use their powers. To Kingston the codes and data were like another language. Some people can speak French or Spanish. Kingston can speak computer. Which reminded him about the conversation he had with FourShadows in chat box. “Yes. I can read binary and the other codes.”

Kingston moved the mouse to have the computer wake up. His fingers continued typing to create the platform game. So the mystery winged student is named Raylaigh or Ray. “I’m Kingston.”

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((OOC: Sorry for the late reply))

[Raylaigh Hawthorne]

((No worries!))

Ray waved a hand excitedly, "So like you can just do the codes, they call then languages right? Does that make you..." Yes, Raylaigh was going to say it, "Multilingual?" The flyer giggled at his own joke, he was hilarious. Raylaigh smiled broadly and cocked his head at the Asian boy. He'd never met a technopath before and the boy was pretty cool, not at all geeky, which was kind of what Ray had in his head when he thought someone was a technopath. Which was a terrible assumption to make, after all Ray would be unbelievably upset if someone assumed that people only flew with wings on their back. "That's really cool," Ray said into the silence, unable to keep himself from keeping silent for more than about ten seconds. "So, with your game, can you see what it is going to do before it even does it?"

"Hi!" Ray said brightly, now that he was supplied with a name. Kingston. Kingston went back to his work, but the flyer didn't want to go back to working, working was hard and talking was fun. He rolled his chair around a little bit, smiling to himself, then giggling at a thought he had. He tilted his foot one way and beat the wings on one of his feet causing the chair to spin in a circle. Ray giggled again and looked toward the window then back at Kingston. "Soooo," he drawled, "Kingston, do you do coding for fun? Or do you always have a purpose? Like if you wanted to could you just make something that has really annoying responses?" He asked brightly, attempting to drag Kingston into talking, despite knowing that he probably wanted to keep working.

[Kingston Carmichael]

Kingston shrugged his shoulders. Once before Kingston considered his coding skills as a language. So therefore Kingston was multilingual. “I guess.” Kingston’s gentle voice said. Of course Kingston knew what was going to happen in the game. He was the creator so he knew how he wanted his game to look like. “If the code is written.”

“Fun.” Kingston answered.

Ray asked a lot of questions. Some of the questions had obvious answers, or at least to Kingston the answers were obvious. Of course Kingston could make the controls to do weird things. Whatever he wanted he could make it happen. “Of course. I could make the character loose a life everything the right arrow key was pressed. And the ‘y’ key to make the character move forward.”

This was the most Kingston had talked in a long time. The last time he remembered speaking this much was before his powers manifested. Back when he could identify emotions. Back when he wasn’t so awkward around people. Kingston didn’t know why he was so talkative. But he was. Maybe because the topic was about something Kingston was passionate about.

[Raylaigh Hawthorne]

Raylaigh giggled and beamed at his new friend, since Kingston was indeed one whether he wanted to be or not. “Oh,” Ray said and dropped his eyes briefly, but recovering with a new thought he returned his eyes to the boy. “So you can’t just think up a code, you have to manually write it? So you can’t just look at a game or something and see the code?” He was really curious about this, maybe because something about games always seemed so artistic. The artist in Ray loved the games for their visual advances, but he could never hope to be smart enough to write up a code for an entire game, he doubted he could even get a code to say ‘Hello World!’

The flyer was smiling, and wondering at Kingston. He was definitely a boy of few words. Ray didn’t even think for a second that he should stop talking to give Kingston a little bit of peace. It just didn’t occur to him. Ray giggled and nodded his head. “That’s awesome! You should totally do that! Like little secrets and stuff in your game!” His wings fluttered with excitement and he kicked his feet up under the desk. There was a thump followed quickly by an ‘ouch!’ that told everyone that Ray had just banged himself into the desk. He winced as pain shot through his legs, but it wasn’t like he was a stranger to banging into things. That would probably bruise though.

Despite the pain in his knees Raylaigh pulled them up and placed them against the desk, pushing himself away that way instead of using his hands or the floor like a normal person. Ray didn’t stand so much as he jumped to his feet. He moved quickly to the window and leaned against the glass, feeling the cold against his skin. Oh it was beautiful out. The sun was shining over fields of white. He wanted so badly to just tear the window open and fly. He sighed and his whole body seemed to drain of happiness. “Ugh,” he said and trudged back to his seat sitting down with enough force to roll himself a few inches, “I hate this project, really, how can you be inside on a day like this?” Ray asked turning his brown eyes to Kingston.