Kong is not for donkeys [OPEN]

[Rhett Goddard]

Since arriving at Hammel, Rhett hadn't practice nor trained. Getting used to a new school consumed time, but fortunately, those "new kid" times were about to finish, and so he decided to head for the courtyard and practice his parkour. He needed to stay fit if the need to use it, to escape situations quickly, arrived.

He was wearing loose old jeans and pale pink hoodie, it was a cold day. He examined the surroundings: benches here and there, a wall in the other side, some wooden long-ish tables over there and some fences on the far side. There weren't many obstacles but just enough to warm up and then move to another place with more obstacles. He prepared the plan in his head in seven seconds, then decided the proper speed and grips to be used on each sector of the short course. Then he took a couple minute to stretch and do some pre-warming and when he was done, he revised his plan again. It was all ready.

Ok... He ran quickly in the grass to gain speed and arrived at the first section of benches. He jumped on top of the back section of the first one and used the momentum to jump unto the second one where he decelerated completely. It was a neat move.

Without thiking twice, he quickly jumped off and gained speed again, repeating the same move in the next group of benches until he arrived at a wall. Unfortunately, it happened to be taller than he thought and so changed the plans to climb it, instead using it to change directions and run towards some picnic tables. The first one he jumped it off transversally, piece of cake there, but the next one was parallel to his direction, it was time to make a quick decision. I can either jump and run over the seats or attempt a Kong. When was the last time I did that? It's a hard move. Too hard. Nagh, I can pull it off. In nanoseconds he devised the plan in his head, he didn't know the exact measure of the table but his first decision was to decelerate if he were to place his hands in the opposite edge.

I've done more difficult things under pressure, come'on. And so he jumped, arms and legs extended. Merde, too much speed, Rhett landed in his chin, God bless the softness of grass.

[Karashi Usaki]

It was a beautiful day, but it was cold. The girl didn’t like coldness. She had never been cold back in Japan. She had always been comfortable. Of course, maybe that was just because she rarely ever went outside. Her mother had always kept her inside. Well, at least until she lived at her aunt’s but even then the climate there hadn’t been this cold. The girl looked up at the sky, squinting at the sun. She loved the sun, and it’s warmth, but it sure wasn’t giving out any today. She shivered and wrapped her jacket tighter around herself, clutching a book. Where The Red Fern Grows was its name, and it was her favorite book of all time.

She planned to go to the courtyard to do some reading. Her room was a lot warmer, but it was also a lot louder as well. She loved the American Institute ever since she had been transferred there from the Japanese one, but sometimes she just needed to get away. The courtyard was usually where she went, although today didn’t seem to be a good day to go there, considering how cold it was. But the girl was brave, and she had bundled up. Here she was now, in the courtyard, looking for a place to sit down and read in peace.

Of course something else caught her eye. She saw movement out of the corner of it, and turned in the direction she saw it. The first thing she saw was a boy, and he was on the ground, lying on his stomach. She frowned, a bit confused as to why he would be in that position, but everything had their reasons. She decided to walk over to him and see if he was alright. Not that she would be of any help. She had no healing abilities, no idea how to help injured people. She usually panicked during those times, which wasn’t exactly the good thing to do.

She stepped in front of him and knelt down, placing her book beside her. “Are you alright?” Her Japanese accent was thick. Although she had been living in America for a while, she hadn’t gotten rid of her accent. On some words she sounded American, having picked it up from living with her ‘host family’ as she called it. Even though she was adopted, she still considered them her host family.

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Muse: Great!

[Rhett Goddard]

Everything faded into black and then into multiple rainbow-colored shapes that moved around until Rhett opened his eyes. His chin and head were hurting a bit, but he was used to the second one and the first one wasn't that bad. He shook his head a little bit and placed his hands firmly in the ground as he stood up to find a girl just in front of him, almost staring at him.

At first he thought he was hallucinating but she was still there and so decided she was probably real. He opened his mouth to talk, but as soon as he did, the world started to spin around. Aww... He immediately took a couple of step backs and sat in the wooden table. It took a couple more of seconds to actually come back to his complete senses. It was then when he noticed that the girl was still there and that she had, most likely, been talking to him this whole time.

"Huh?" Rhett mumbled as he caressed the back of his head. "Did you... say something?"

[Karashi Usaki]

She waited for his response, which seemed slow. She saw him move, which signaled to her that he was at least alive. She was glad that he was alive, but frowned, wondering if he was injured. She would probably panic, but for not she was calm. She wanted to help him, but didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t sure if anything was broken, or bruised, or scratched. She didn’t want to take any chances of injuring him further. That would just make her panic even more, and that wouldn’t be good for the both of them if that happened.

She noticed that he was about to say something, and she rose an eyebrow in question as to what he was going to say. Surprisingly, nothing came out of his mouth. Her expression turned to one of confusion, as she didn’t know what he was going to do next. When he took a couple of steps backward, she gasped, instinctively reaching out to grab him. But she quickly drew her hands back when she saw that he had landed on the bench. At least something had caught his fall. It would have been bad if he had fallen onto the grass and hit his head.

She heard him speak, and she frowned at him. Either he hadn’t heard her the first, time which might have meant that something had been injured in his ear, or that he had a concussion and couldn’t remember what she had said, which meant that he had in some way hit his head. Either way this caused her to panic a little, but she breathed deeply, hesitating before answering his question. “Yes, I did say something. I asked if you were alright. I saw you fall a few moments ago, and was worried when you didn’t move.” Her voice was heavily accented with Japanese, but it was clear enough for the boy to understand.

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Muse: Great!

[Rhett Goddard]

"Oui... Ah... Yes well, ah..." Rhett mumbled, almost forgetting to use English, rather than French. "I thinks I don't have any body-parts missing. I don't see blood either. Do you?" He examined the ground and then his clothes. Everything looked fine. "Thanks for asking."

He stood up, but noticed the world kept spinning and sat down immediately. He did not want to faint and so taking a couple of breaths in the ground was the best idea for the moment. After breathing slowly, Rhett then placed his hand his hoodie's pocket and took out a couple of white pills he had there, headache pills, of course, and without thinking, he quickly placed both in his mouth and swallowed.

"Would you by any chance have one of those biological manipulation powers to heal headaches?" He asked, almost jokingly, though he did hope she had it indeed, he could feel a headache coming closer. At least the dizzy feeling appeared to be going away. "Or nevermind. I'm quite ok, you don't need to worry about me."

[Karashi Usaki]

She wasn’t sure about this man, but the fact that he appeared to be fine gave her some relief. He still seemed off, so she didn’t plan on leaving him until she was one hundred percent sure. She heard him use French, and could tell from that and his accent that he was foreign born, just like her. She shook her head in answer to his question about seeing any blood or body parts missing. She wasn’t sure if he meant that as a joke or if he was serious. She was still concerned about his welfare nonetheless.

She gasped when he collapsed back onto the bench. Her hand went to his arm, ready to hold him up, but she drew back when he fell to the bench, blushing. She looked away in embarrassment, hoping that he didn’t notice. She watched as he took some white pills from his pocket, put them in his mouth, and swallowed them. She knew what they were. They were pain pills, to help ease the pain of most things that caused pain. She had taken them before. She made the obvious observation that he must be in pain if he was taking those pills.

She titled her head, her blondish-brownish hair falling from her shoulders to hang loosely on the side of her body. She wasn’t sure what he meant. “What do you mean? The only power I have is Telekinesis.” She had never heard of this ‘biological manipulation’ that he spoke of. She didn’t even know such a power existed. She frowned and stepped closer to him, but not to close in case he had space issues. She didn’t want to cause him anymore discomfort. He was already in enough pain. “Are you sure? You aren’t in pain anymore?” Her voice was heavily accented with Japanese, since she had not picked up the American accent yet.

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Muse: Great!

[Rhett Goddard]

Telekinesis... so standard... Rhett's thoughts were starting to get organized, which was funny because he hadn't notice they were scrambled. He blamed his 'oh so delicate' body, but things were getting better anyway and that's what mattered.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not in pain. He answered the girl. "And what I meant was... Well... You can move things with your mind, some can move cells with their mind and fix things..." Back in Kocher, one of his roommates had biological manipulation. Every once in a while Rhett let him use his powers on him, convincing the boy that it was to train him, rather than to heal Rhett's headaches when they were too strong. "I have too many headaches every now and then..."

He was being honest. It shocked him when he realized it, but it was too late to fix it now. The pills were kicking in, he actually felt better now.

"You have a thick Japanese accent." He had just picked it up, and it was time to focus the conversation away from himself. "You just arrived from Eisai gakkō?"

[Karashi Usaki]

She was glad to hear that he wasn’t in pain. She was still concerned, as she didn’t know what side effects could happen from his injuries. She wanted to make sure he was completely, one hundred percent pain free. She couldn’t tell if he was or not, so she decided to stay with him. She sat down on the bench beside him, making sure to keep her distance. She still hugged the book to her chest. For some odd reason it made her feel better when she was clutching something. Sure, it wouldn’t be a good strategy if she had to use her power, but she would cross that bridge when the time came. For now, she wanted to focus on him.

She listened to his explanation on this new power, or at least, this power that was new to her. She nodded, sincerely interested. She wanted to learn as much as she could about her power. She then realized that she wasn’t able to do that. She sighed and shook her head. “I only know basic telekinesis. I’m sorry.” She bowed out of respect. It was a habit that she had not grown out of yet. She was trying, but so far it wasn’t going as well as she had hoped. She was determined though to stop doing it once and for all.

She was about to say something about his headaches when he mentioned her Japanese accent. Was it that obvious? In an instinctive reaction, she covered her mouth. She had never thought that she had an accent, but it was probably because she was so used to it. She then heard him say that she was a transfer from the Japanese institute. How could he have known that? She had barely talked to anyone recently, and she never shared her personal information unless she trusted the person. She inched away from him, her expression going from concerned to worried. “H-How did you know that? I haven’t told anyone that.” She inched further away from him. She was starting to get very suspicious of him.

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Muse: Great!

[Rhett Goddard]

"I'm not stalking you, don't worry." My echoes will at some point, though. He smiled. "It doesn't takke a genius to notice the accent. Which means you either grew up there and moved here or that you just moved here. Since it was a pretty heavy accent I took the chance to assume you just got here, and I know there's an institute like Hammel in Japan, so I assumed it.

She looked a little bit worried or maybe afraid. Since moving out of his hometown, people don't tend to be afraid of Rhett in any way. He dressed well enough, he looked well enough, he wasn't muscular, he didn't look mean and he attempted his best to look as innocent as he could, in pickpocketing, that's a needed skill.

"I'm sorry if that scared you, though. I'm not taking the best decisions at the moment. And to know that that had nothing to do with the echoes... "Look, I'm Allex." Rhett offered his hand at the girl. "You?"

[Karashi Usaki]

She was glad that he wasn’t in pain. She hated seeing people in pain and not being able to do anything about it. It was the feeling of helplessness, which she hated with a passion. She always wanted to help people, even if they were complete strangers. She had made it her mission in life and she was not going to stop that mission until she felt completely satisfied with herself. She wasn’t even close to be satisfied yet. She would get there. It would just be very slow going.

She understood what he meant when he explained the term. She had never heard of telekinesis being that advanced. She was impressed, and wondered if that was what the man’s ‘gift’ was, and the reason he was here. She was about to respond when he went on about his headache. She frowned. Hadn’t he just said that he wasn’t in pain? She was starting to get confused. She decided to focus on what he had said about her coming from the Japanese institute and smiled. She blushed and looked away.

“Is it that obvious?” She felt out of place, and wondered why the man had decided to change the subject. Maybe he didn’t like talking about himself. She would have to turn the tables on him later. “But yes, I am from there. I just transferred from there about a week ago. What about you? Do you go to the institute? And if so, what is your ‘gift’?” She looked at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you mind if I sit down?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. She sat down next to him and smiled at him.

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Muse: Good

[Rhett Goddard]

The headache was much weaker, perhaps completely gone. He definitely felt better, and so he decided it was maybe a good time to leave. It wasn't like he wasn't enjoying the company... well, maybe he wasn't. Or maybe he just wasn't sure, maybe he just didn't care to know. Yeah, it was that one, he just didn't care, and there she was now, continuing the conversation he started. Well THAT was a bad decision.

"Oh I have many gifts..." Rhett said just as the the girl sat down, leaving his hand in the air and not saying her name after he said his. "Well, nameless lady. I feel better now, but I guess it's most likely my time to leave." It was a long time a go, though.

He stood up and turned around to face her. The world wasn't spinning and it felt great. You only appreciate how good felt to feel good.

"Thanks for the moment." He smiled at her as her name suddenly jumped to his mind. "It was nice to meet you, Karashi."

[Karashi Usaki]

Karashi frowned. He had many gifts? She didn’t understand. She had thought that meta-humans only had one specific gift. She didn’t quite understand that he could have more than one gift. She shrugged her shoulders. She barely knew him and she barely knew anything about metas, so who was she to say that a meta couldn’t have more than one gift. She wouldn’t have known that she was even a meta if her aunt hadn’t told her. She wasn’t sure if that had been a good thing or not. She shook her head. She needed to focus on the man who was sitting beside her.

She frowned. He said it was time for him to leave. She honestly wanted him to stay, but she didn’t want to force him to stay. She frowned and stood up too. “Yeah…I guess I’d better…ugh…” She held her head and swayed. She had suddenly gotten really dizzy, although she didn’t quite understand why she was feeling this way. She smiled at him weakly. “S-Sorry…I’m sure I’ll be alright…” To be honest, she was feeling worse and worse each minute. She moaned softly, and suddenly dropped to the ground, dropping her book as she went down.

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Muse: Ok.

[Rhett Goddard]

Huh? Rhett was about to turn around to leave when he saw Karashi behave strangely. She looked just the way he looked a couple of minutes ago. Strange. She said she had telekinesis so she couldn't had absorbed it from him. Coincidence? It does not happen that oftly. Does it?

"Dude!" He kneeled as soon as she fell to the ground, trying to, uselessly, grab her. "Are you ok?" Fortunately there was nothing but soft grass, and so Rhett got closer to her and very softly slapped her cheeks trying to wake her up. "Karashi, wake up. Are you fine? What's wrong?"

Great, in a whole life of running away from hurt people, even old gang-mates, now I'm trying to wake up a fainted girl. When did I become a good person? I should just leave. Yet he didn't. He was just there, trying to wake her up and looking around, perhaps a little bit worried, maybe there was someone around who could help. Too bad there wasn't.

[Karashi Usaki]

Karashi didn’t respond to Rhet. She was still unconscious, but she was breathing, if that was any consolation to him. She hadn’t eaten in about five or six hours, and she had a certain condition that if she didn’t eat for a certain amount of time, then she would faint, get sick, or have a seizure. She had forgotten to mention that to Rhett, and she had been hungry when she had seen the man in the courtyard. She had had this condition since she was a little girl. It wasn’t necessarily the condition of diabetes, but it was similar. She had always had to watch it, and she was afraid that she would forget to do it. Her fears had now been confirmed. She still didn’t respond.

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Muse: Not good

[Rhett Goddard]

I could always leave. Rhett was starting to calm himself. After all, it was not his problem, and certainly nothing bad was going to happen to him. Why was he worried in first place anyway? Maybe just first instincts, reflexes. I should leave. If I find anyone in my way I might tell them there's a girl passed out in the courtyard. Yeah I'll do that.

"I'll be a gentleman, though." He said out loud as if Karashi had been part of his internal conversation this whole time. "You have like to three to wake up or I just leave." She's not listening to me, why am I talking to her? "One... He said out loud. "Two..." Rhett looked around, maybe there was someone around now. There wasn't. "Two and a half..." He stood up looking at her. "Ok three, I'm no doctor, sorry. I'll send help if I can."

He turned around and sighed while preparing to sprint away.