Ten Minutes Later. Second Class.
“Power Training.”
These words are written in a notebook. The notebook closes.
There is a stagnation in the air, as the warm late summer air feels different. The class stood in a large circular structure connected to the school. A combination of fields, equipment, and pulsating power conduits coat the open room, the warm air coming from the large open hole in the top of the dome, where several drones and balloons gently hover in the air. All the interesting things in the room, however, were blocked by a field of thin light. The class stood on a small circle of iron that was slightly elevated above the rest of the waiting lounge, with Mr.Torren standing in front of them all.
Soul, Tara, and Nero all stood in a single line, watching patiently. Soul was gently adjusting his legwear, while flexing his fingers and thumbs in order to “amp up” his energy. Tara had a bored expression on her face, a hand to her cheek and a sigh just waiting to leave her lips. She turned to her cousin, and then to this… edgy looking brunette, who she scowled at, gaining a scowl in return.
This kid was funny.
Nero, after returning Tara’s scowl, looked at the teacher and attempted to read his mind… but… he was suddenly repelled. The teacher gave him a cold glance, and for once, Nero was… confused. Nobody had ever resisted his first attempt at a mind read, but somehow, this teacher…
Mr.Torren cleared his throat. He addressed the class it’s entirety. “Welcome to Power Training Class. In this class, you can train to improve the power and efficiency of your… well… power. We even have lounges for mental powers, and can accommodate people with more abstract powers that don’t necessarily fit within the basis of being something… “physically strengthenable,” you understand? You’ll have full reign to the field. I ask of you to behave responsibly and to not get on your classmates’ nerves or… my nerves. Trust me. If you get rambunctious with your use of powers…”
Suddenly, he glanced to Nero, and went back to a dressing the class.
“…I promise I am well equipped to stop you…”
“Power Training.”
These words are written in a notebook. The notebook closes.
There is a stagnation in the air, as the warm late summer air feels different. The class stood in a large circular structure connected to the school. A combination of fields, equipment, and pulsating power conduits coat the open room, the warm air coming from the large open hole in the top of the dome, where several drones and balloons gently hover in the air. All the interesting things in the room, however, were blocked by a field of thin light. The class stood on a small circle of iron that was slightly elevated above the rest of the waiting lounge, with Mr.Torren standing in front of them all.
Soul, Tara, and Nero all stood in a single line, watching patiently. Soul was gently adjusting his legwear, while flexing his fingers and thumbs in order to “amp up” his energy. Tara had a bored expression on her face, a hand to her cheek and a sigh just waiting to leave her lips. She turned to her cousin, and then to this… edgy looking brunette, who she scowled at, gaining a scowl in return.
This kid was funny.
Nero, after returning Tara’s scowl, looked at the teacher and attempted to read his mind… but… he was suddenly repelled. The teacher gave him a cold glance, and for once, Nero was… confused. Nobody had ever resisted his first attempt at a mind read, but somehow, this teacher…
Mr.Torren cleared his throat. He addressed the class it’s entirety. “Welcome to Power Training Class. In this class, you can train to improve the power and efficiency of your… well… power. We even have lounges for mental powers, and can accommodate people with more abstract powers that don’t necessarily fit within the basis of being something… “physically strengthenable,” you understand? You’ll have full reign to the field. I ask of you to behave responsibly and to not get on your classmates’ nerves or… my nerves. Trust me. If you get rambunctious with your use of powers…”
Suddenly, he glanced to Nero, and went back to a dressing the class.
“…I promise I am well equipped to stop you…”