Light the Sky [Open]

[Luke Pyrrhos]

He stood on the flat surface set aside for students. This wonderful field was one of his favorite spots on campus. For him, it would obviously be a bit hard to for him to be very serious, although that didn't stop him from being focused. Because he'd been at Hammel, training for quite some time, he obviously had ability to control his powers to an extent. For example, when he first began, he had to make sure he didn't buy any flammable room furnishings, or at least stay as far away from them as much as possible, just in case his raging hormones got the best of him. Needless to say, he was quite the expensive student. But by now, he could -most of the time- control them. Sure, he would get out of hand every now and again, but what could you say? He was a Greek man after all.

Feet just under his shoulders, standing square and focusing on the long, large field ahead of him, he focused, closed his eyes and imagined the goal. Then, jutting his arms out in front of him with open hands, flames spewed from his hands right on out towards the surface in front of him, paving raw ground from the ice that had patch the entire field. It was too cold outside for him to actually scorch the ground, but he could at least try to bring a bit of color to the place.

If there wasn't one thing he hated more than anything it was snowy, cold weather. It was quite depressing really, the constant misery of frozen temperatures, lack of color. In fact, as he looked up at the sky, it was cloudy, grey and filled with bleak temperatures. This was certainly not going to do. If only he could shoot fire high enough to burn the clouds and melt the dreary cold away. But alas, he knew he could not. The fire would do nothing with the stiff humidity when it got far enough up. If only he had his mother's ability to photosynthesize, he could not only bring the ground back from its frozen hibernation, he could bring the flowers and grass back as well. It would be like controlling the world, instead of just one aspect.

But again, he realized that despite his large wants and needs and desires, they were hardly practical. He would have far too much power, and with the words of Spiderman's grandfather, "with great power comes great responsibility." Luke didn't think that he would suit that personality whatsoever. He needed to face it, he wasn't the most responsible of all people, and he preferred to spend the entire day on the beach than actually get things done. So maybe being just a pyro wasn't that bad after all...

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[Lani Hunter]

It had been a dreary week. Snow, clouds, ice all the makings of a winter wonderland and Lani's worst nightmare. Snow gave everything a white background and made everything very visible. He had to venture out today and was going to try for a daylight, or rather creeping twilight meeting. He had light colored flexible khakis over soft white boots and topped by a gray hoodie. He couldn't wait for break but he had to get this done before hand. He took the tennis ball he had and tossed it in his hands on his way to the training field. He wanted nothing more than to have his power on low for the time he spent with his family. The only way he had found to do that was either medicate himself to the teeth where he couldn't even focus enough to use his power, or use his power up to his limit and perhaps beyond to get it to lie in rest to recover. Personally he would rather train until he couldn't move another thing if he tried than become muddle headed.

He pulled his hood over his ears and puffed out mist as he moved outside. If only the training field wasn't outside. That would be wonderful. But it was one of the only places where he could practice separating what he body was doing from what his mind was doing. So often he got focused on one and lost control of the other. The most control he had ever had with his power had been when he entered a meditative state. But he couldn't really just cross his legs and close his eyes anywhere if he wanted to use his power. He needed to be able to focus on his power and run on a rail like he used to. He puffed out his breath enjoying the chill and the crunch of the snow under his boots. He tossed his tennis ball into the air and sent it through whirls and aerial maneuvers as he pretended to ignore it and continue on. He cocked his head as a person came into view.

He smiled a little as he watched the person sprout flames. This could be rather interesting. He approached and dropped the tennis ball into his hand and tossed it around a bit. "Hey," he hailed the person from what seemed like a safe distance where he could not become fried Lani if he startled him. "I'm looking for someone to train with. You interested?" He asked tossing the ball in his hand. Maybe training with another person would give him that mind and body synchronization he was looking for where they were together accomplishing the same goal but doing different things.

[Luke Pyrrhos]

Luke had a definite feeling that if he wanted to, he could melt all the snow around him, but of course if he did that, he'd be exhausted beyond belief and wouldn't doubt it if he had fainted from such a feat. This courtyard was large, and despite the fact that Luke was an athlete, a runner, and worked out every day, that much work from even a meta could really wear on a guy.

But it looked to him like there would be no need for that, nor did he have to pack up his bags and head back to the warmth of his dormitory. From the other side of the courtyard came a guy about his age, and from what Luke could see, he held some sort of small ball. When he came closer though, Luke could clearly make out a tennis ball in his hand, which he seemed in total control of, despite the fact that his total attention wasn't on it. Still, figuring that the guy was just going to train solo, Luke continued to think of other ways of adding a bit of an original touch to the field. Maybe he'd melt away his signatures, like some sort of snarky graffiti, or maybe...

The guy approached him, looking friendly. He asked him if he'd be willing to train with him, as it might be interesting. Well that certainly was true. Luke didn't know the guy by sight, but maybe a name would help him out. He nodded at the guy, recognizing his presence, and asked, "It's Luke. Sorry I don't recognize you. You gotta name?" Maybe if he learned the guy's name he'd be able to place him better. But still, the guy wanted some help training, and Luke couldn't help but find an excuse to use his powers. "But yeah," he softened up a bit, "I won't turn down an invitation. Show me what you got."

[Lani Hunter]

Lani had watched his fellow student use fire and that had struck his curiosity. He sometimes felt that he was a person who was meant for if anything something of the physical sense if he were to have powers at all. But he, who was always caught deep in thought and always doing things to keep his mind quiet had been cursed with a power that amplified the deepness and complexity of his mind. He never really understood why people got the powers that they got and why others got no powers at all. Rather loudly he had wished for no powers. He wondered if that time he had never gotten desperate if his power would have just remained dormant and he would never be here. If his power had an expiration date where if it hadn't gotten opened by a certain time that maybe he wouldn't have it at all. But then there was the possibility that some other action would have pressured him into blasting it open.

He tore his mind away from the what if's and brought his mind back to the present as he approached his peer. He appeared about his age but one could never be sure, not really. Lani flushed when the boy introduced himself and asked him his. He ducked his head and laughed a little, "Ah sorry, I'm Lani, pleasure, Luke." He answered and extended his hand to shake his classmate's. He didn't recognize the person by name but he knew him by sight. Lani had prided himself on his observance skills. He had the ability to blend in and watch and listen. He was glad he hadn't lost that. Blending in was the natural ability of the thief to blend into the background. His employer often said he had the makings of a good information thief or assassin. He wanted nothing to do with killing and information thievery was too close to the danger of spying to seem to appealing to him. But Lani had more than once found a good dinner in the ways of the information trade. He didn't know much about this Luke but from this moment on he would be sure to keep an eye depending on how this played out.

Lani smiled and answered the challenge with a nod and tossing the tennis ball into the air. "I'm having problems separating what I do physically from what my mind does." He explained hoping it was self explanatory because often times he had found, telekinesis made sense to the user and much less sense to people who didn't have it. He twirled the tennis ball around a little bit then got a sly look in his eye, "How about a little sparing?" He asked a glint in his eyes that was only matched by the impish look his half smile gave him. Lani had always had that look that spelled out that he was planning something, and more often than not he was. He spun the tennis ball and awaited Luke's answer with fiery nerves.