Tessera 24, 81380 Blink's day was eventful, to say the least. He had learned quite a bit about his peers, been through quite a number of dorms and uncovered all sorts of interesting things. He made a face--his hands were full, the door was locked, and his key was in his pocket. He wanted to bend time and make sure the passer-by people knew he had a rare power that few could master, but decided against drawing attention to himself. He set his bags down and unlocked the door, and bringing his belongings inside, quickly set himself up. There were four beds--one bunk, top and bottom, and two normal beds. He quickly set himself up in the bunkbed--bolth bunks--and left his bags mostly packed as he lay on his belly on the upper level, flicking his tail hither and thether and typing on his silver laptop. He was just killing time, surfing the wonderously large internet. he had a few hours until his Chronokenisis class--and while he could, in theory, attempt to make the time pass faster, showing up with a tired mind to a class of eletes was a bad idea. With a sigh, Blink pushed himself off the bed, landing on the floor without so much as a sound, and dropped his shirt off in the lower bunk, happier to wear his skin-tight waterwear only, since it breathed better. He wanted to play with some of the cool equipment he had gotten from his Information Aquisition--that is, spying--teacher, but decided against that, as well. He didn't want to attempt to use anything new yet. And so he stood, in only his water suit, not entirely sure what to do with his time. He looked toward the bathroom, considering getting himself wet, but he wasn't keen on wasting water. He still couldn't understand why people had to pay for it. He began to pace the room, the endless ticking of the old fashioned wall clocks--all seven of them--started to get to Blink. He glanced over and snapped his fingers, slowing them all down to make them quieter. None of them were on the right time, anyways.
A slender, jet black pendragon with black, feathered wings folded behind her back walked into the door of her dorm. She pushed her blood red hair out of her face revealing emerald green eyes. She was wearing a dark red halter top and tight blue jeans and had on a cresent moon-and-star necklace. She looked up and noticed an aquabat sprawled out on the top bed of her bunk. "So, you must be my roomate. I'm Shadow. Nice to meet you." She walked to the center of the room. "And, you are?"
"Keith H85." He intoned sideways, quickly getting ahold of his more proper clothing and re-dressing himself. "More commonly known as Blink." He said, looking over at his clocks, above his bunk, and releasing them from their pocket of slowed time with the sudden sound of seven clocks resuming their paced ticking, each one minute and a few seconds after each other, causing a quick jarble of ticks, tocks, and other assorted clock-type sounds. Blink pulled his slightly-drooping jeans a bit higher on his waist, fidgeting with his pockets nervously. What does he say? What should he do? What he always did--use his Chronokenisis. It took him one third of a second to do ten minute's worth of snooping in the entire dorm (though mostly Shadow's belongings)--he re-aligned himself with the appropriate time one third of a second later, making his transition seem near instantanious, and was thoughtfully looking at a cresent moon-and-star necklace that certainly was not his. He offered it back to Shadow. "Pretty." He commented, smiling sheepishly.
She took her necklace back, curiously. "Did you just take my necklace?" She asked, placing it back around her neck. "Please don't do that again. Chronokenisis can be a dangerous thing. Just like my pyrokenisis." She hopped on the be with her biology and animal breeding books scattered on it and knocked them to the floor. "So, what's your class?"
OOC: *shiftyeyes* I don't know what you're talking about. *scribbles it in with a marker* It's always been there, and anyone who says elsewise is lying... lying, I say! And for the record... I used the word 'partake' in a sentence... and it's awesome... it's also 1:30ish am... sorry. :/ IC: "Consider that the manipulation of time, and with it the patterns of all that lives, comes an understanding of all things? ...Or I have a lot of free time to practice." He said idly, returning to his wandering around the room and searching for an activity in which to partake. "Also consider that I could have taken anything from you, examined it in detail, and replaced it before your nervous system reported it to your brain, therefore making it nearly as if it had never happened... Or, I could simply take something, examine it, and then step back about fifteen seconds and never touch the object, yet know from examining it in the future that will never technically occur--due to my interferance in my own timelike with knowledge of what happens fifteen seconds thereafter. Or, in short, I can learn about an object on your person and then undo the fact that I ever interacted with said object at all." he said smugly, folding his arms and swishing his tail back and forth. A smug grin satisfied his boastful moment and he intoned with a softer smile. "Elestist garbage aside--tell me abut yourself?"
"Like I said. Dangerous." she responded, giving him a sideways glance. "Time manipulation should never be used loosely. Anyway," she moved from her comfy position and sat up, "as I said before, I am Shadow. Shadow Flamestriker. I am an animal breeder and a pyro." She held out her hand and held a ball of fire in the palm of it. Shadow tossed it up and down and put it out before it hit her hand the second time. "So, you demonstrated your ability, and I did mine. A little bit. Oh, I hope you don't mind cats, by the way." As soon as she said that, a black cat with a dark red spot on it's chest and bat-like wings walked out of the kitchen and jumped into Shadow's lap. "mrow" it cried.
