<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>When: Mia, 6 81379. After classes, around dinnertime. Who: Sojnyel "Turmoil" Dletsaj, and anybody who feels like joining. Where: The school cafeteria, random table. What: Turmy ponders the fact that it's been another years since he was born. Rating: PG-13. Swearing likely.</td></tr></table> Turmoil stared at the material in front of him, apparently trying to fool him into thinking it was food. No dice. He poked it with a fork, radiating annoyance and a tad of determination as he procceeded to determining the material's origin by measuring it's reaction. It appeared to not be combustive, prone to explosion or otherwise immediately dangerous, and judging from the fact that if the school really wanted to poison him, they wouldn't have let him build up resistance by serving this kind of "edibles" for twelve years, he decided it was relatively harmless. He jabbed the fork into what was on his plate, and was quite surprised when it didn't squeel like a pig and shout "Bloody murder!". He suspiciously moved the material towards his mouth and, eventually, let it reach its destination. The taste wasn't half bad, but it and the consistence contributed to a paper-like taste, much like everything else the cafeteria served. While forcing the "food" down his throat, accompanied by generous amounts of drink, he once again surveyed his birthday gifts. The first, a sarcastic, pitch-black card saying "Happy birthday" in a mock blood font, accompanied by 50 ramathian dollars. His parents never really took well to his choice of lifestyle. The second was from his brother, one of few who at least remotely understood him. It was an add-on for a menlo card, the note accompanying it stating that it was a hack/virus, making the ranged weaponry of a game move slower, and thus also move shorter and with less force. Something for a melee suit. Sojnyel sighed and heaved his bag up from the floor, up to a resting place in his knee and put the add-on and the 50 bucks in it. He briefly considered putting the card in there as well, although he decided to leave it out, to study for any hidden messages and have something to keep his mind of the food.
Del padded across the cafeteria floor, bored more than usual, if it was possible. He spied another bored (And rather depressed looking 'dragon. <span style='color:red'>Hi, mind if i sit here?</span> Del said, motioning to the seat across from Turmoil.
Turmoil looked up from his "chores" and eyed the newcomer. To think that this person was actually voulentarily asking to sit with him. Perhaps a lost soul, perhaps someone too incredibly innocent to be oblivious to the black pendragon's hostile nature. Or perhaps it was simply Turmoil who was far too tired to even bother about looking threatening. He sighed. "Sure. Knock yourself out."
<span style='color:red'>You seem depressed? what- did somone die?</span> Del said directly. <span style='color:red'>Why you sitting all alone anyway? don't want anyone to know you can eat this poor excuse for food?</span> Del said, waving a hand at his own tray.
Turmoil cocked his head to the side, examining the other pendragon more closely "Actually, someone did..." He said slowly. "But that doesn't bother me a terrible lot. I sit alone because I prefer to do so, seeing as there is no point in unnecessary conversations and socialising."
<span style='color:red'>Unnecessary...? whats the point of living with no friends?</span> He said casually, <span style='color:red'>Besides- not all people expect their friends to be like servents or something.</span> Del said slowly, idly fiddling with a little ringbox.
"What's the point in surrounding yourself with a hoarde of people who don't understand you?" Turmoil replied, as he leaned back, "dinner" temporarily forgotten. "I have no problem with the concept of friends... It's just that I have yet to meet anyone worth the effort."
<span style='color:red'>Good friends arn't an effort- a good friend is somone who cares what you think, somone you like to hang out with.</span> He placed the little box on the table. <span style='color:red'>Besides, what do you do all day if you don't have anyone to hang out with...?</span>
Turmoil eyed the box for a second, then returned his gaze to Del. A strange smile spread across his face "I enjoy myself." He reached for his bag, and once again hauled it onto the table. He unzipped the largest container area and put his arm into it with a swift motion, making it look like the bag actually sucked it in. The pitch black pendragon scrounged the bottom of the bag for a few seconds, obviously looking for something. He flinched when a faint sound of claws scratching metal was heard and quickly withdrew his hand, now holding a small device in his hand. He observed the appartus with a slightly concerned look to his face, looking to see if he had damaged it anyhow. Satisfied that the device was intact, he held it out towards his "companion". "This is what I do." It was shaped like a cylinder, although it thickened slightly towards one end. It ws mostly covered in dark grey foam, put at the ends metal could be seen protruding. Also, near the thicker end was a slightly elavated button.
<span style='color:red'>What is it?</span> Del said, looking it over. <span style='color:red'>I, personally prefer something tha doesn't need materials- Veja!</span> And with that a tiny candleflame appeared in the palm of Dels outstreched hand. <span style='color:red'>Magic is useful if you're clever on how to use it.</span> Del grinned, <span style='color:red'>Petgal.</span> He said, dispeling the flame.
Turmoil leaned back, holding the device straight out between his eyes. Odd grin still plastered to his face, he pressed the button. A small, very intense, blue flame appeared at the thicker end. "May so be." He mused. "But, as a rule of thumb, no matter how small the spell, it is more straining to use magic then to push a button."
<span style='color:red'>After ahwhile you don't even think about it anymore-</span> He smiled mischeviously- <span style='color:red'>Can that little gizmo do this?</span> He said, putting his two index fingers together and pulling them apart to reveal a small blue electric current. <span style='color:red'>Or this?</span> He said, Dramatically waving his hand releasing a little bunch of flower petals to drift down onto the table- <span style='color:red'>Now it may be a little harder- but its much more flexible- no set functions you have to stick to, Y'know?</span>
"There's undoubtedly advantages to both practices. In trivial things, from housework to battle, a mage might very well best an engineer, and by far. However, when we go more advanced, you see that technology usually triumphs. For example, it would take impressive strength of mind, cordination and endurance to traverse space only with magic. Whereas when technology is used, all you need is proper cordination. However... I, for one, believe more can be acomplished by combining the two then arguing which one's better. That is why I prefer machina to more rudimentary technology." Turmoil grabbed the can of soda from the table, throwing his head back and taking a mighty drink from it.
<span style='color:red'>A point well argued, then.</span> Del said, ending the debate. He smiled slowly as his new friend took a mighty drink from a soda can. <span style='color:red'>Aluminum... electricity, meet can...</span> He said, sending a small yet stingy jolt of electricity into the can, He grinned happily at his prank, then decided to do something else, and began shaping small figurines out of ice,
Turmoil reacted instinctively as a jolt of electricity zapped his lips, spitting whatever his mouth contained straight towards the other end of the table, at the same time managing to drop his can to the floor and considering the possibility that the food had finally rebelled. A few seconds later, he came to his senses, studying the clear liquid on the floor, then proceeding to glare at the energetic mage.
Del laughed happily as he got a rather angry glare from his new friend, then with a short word, shaped the water into a sphere, then froze it. <span style='color:red'>I could not resist-</span> He said happily. <span style='color:red'>It was such an opportunity...</span> He said, then laughed again, electricity crackling at his fingertips.
Turmoil put his palm into his face, leaning abck and shaking his head. "Delusions of grandeur, my ass! Magic turns people homicidal." He muttered.
<span style='color:red'>I heard that-</span> he said, smiling, <span style='color:red'>everything is in how you use it, just like technology,</span> he pulled an icicle out of mid-air, <span style='color:red'>'sides, I wouldn't kill anything unless i had to-</span> he smirked mischiviously, <span style='color:red'>or if its somthing i can cook...</span>
"A good flamethrower will do all that for you." Turmoil mused jokingly. Of course, he knew that napalm wasn't the greatest substitute for lighter fluid, but he liked the prospect of hunting things -preferably stupid ones- with a flamethrower nonetheless-
He smiled and twirled a finger around, creating a tiny lttle tornado on the tabletop. <span style='color:red'>What would my techer say if he saw me playing with magic, huh?</span> He smirked, then added another tornado in the same manner
