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Post by Leandro INRIGUE Gonzales on May 8, 2012 14:43:11 GMT -5
"This is gonna be so great! Epic is not even the word for it..." Leandro was excited. There was was walking through the forest. What he was wearing definitely didn't fit a woodland area. The man wore clothing that he created himself. He had on a blue jean jacket with the right sleeve being cut off, red pants and a red shirt with a white bullseye emblem in the middle of it and blue boots. On his right ear hung an ear piece bearing a square shaped eye receptacle that covered his right eye.
Oh, this was going to be a glorious day. Leandro never felt happier here. Before, he couldn't get his hands on all sorts of tools and expensive equipment to create the stuff that he wanted to make. The more he tried to do the same thing on the outside world the more he would fail. He was a physics teacher with a clear understanding and gift for physics. This meant that he understand the laws of physics and how to push them. His powers were not as powerful as he wanted them to be. He had a remedy for that. Leandro wanted to earn the respect that some gave him because of his power control.
A glove was worn on the right hand. This glove was red in color. The index finger portion of this glove was cut off and in its place was a glass finger covering. Of course, with that that on, Leandro couldn't bend that particular finger. However, with the amount of promise this special creation showed he didn't too much care about being apprehensive with the digit. He lifted the finger up towards the sky. Normally, squirrels were too quick for him to catch. Today would be different.
The target was acquired. There was a squirrel sitting in a tree on its hind legs about to munch down on an acorn. Leandro smiled and closed his left. He could emit a laser from almost any part of his body but he preferred to use his eyes for aim and his finger for trigger squeeze. A tiny laser came from the right eye but that light wouldn't hurt the squirrel. Instead, this was his version of laser targeting. Leandro opened fire. The glass covering over the finger amplified the laser's intensity and acted like a magnifying glass. The beam struck the acorn right out of the squirrel's hand and traveled so rapidly to the point where the creature had no chance to respond.
Leandro's invention of the "blaster master" targeting system was a success.
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Post by JAIMIE TALON MCHALE on May 8, 2012 17:12:56 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] just because i'm losing doesn't mean i've lost - - - - - - - - - - - - - - jaimie had always loved when he had free time. when he wasn't being yelled at by his brother, or being taunted by peers, the boy really did have something to do. now that he was on this island, it was much easier to go about what his foremost form of entertainment was - flying around as a mother - effin' dragon. he always did the same thing that he was doing now. the senior had a backpack thrown over his shoulder, casually walking to the forest. not many people really went there, and it was a good place to practice hunting on small animals. plus, he wasn't so big as a dragon to where he would be obvious to anyone nearby. then again, it wasn't like there were any real dragons in the world . . . so he just had to play it safe in the forest, like usual. he set the backpack down against a tree, memorizing his surroundings. it would suck if he had to go back to the dorms naked because he couldn't find his spare clothing.
he took a few steps - into a more open area - and let the transformation take over. jaimie's clothes ripped off as the golden wings came out of his back and spread. the transformation wasn't nearly as painful as it had been, but it still hurt to feel wings grow, and have your next grow longer . . . probably the only part that didn't hurt was having the fire glands expand. yes, it was gross to think about, but he was thankful that he could breathe fire even in his human form. he heard that those were painful to have grow in if you didn't already have them. in any case, it took only a few seconds for the sensation to go away, leaving only the golden dragon in the place of the boy. jay shook his entire body - head to tail, the entire fifteen feet - and let out a sigh. it felt good to be in this form again.
the boy took off, above the forest, and just flew. he didn't know for how long, but he just kept on going until he reached the edge of the island. jaimie wasn't stupid, he wouldn't dare go off the island. he was barely brave enough to go a few feet above the foliage. it's probably getting late. i should start heading back, he thought before turning around and heading back into the island. after a minute or so he hid beneath the trees, trying his luck at navigating through the bundles of wood and leaves. he managed fairly well, managing to only hit a few trees with his wings. when he was nearing the site with his clothes, the senior heard someone. someone very close. he landed - he had only been a foot or so above the ground, in any case - and pinned his wings to his back. the boy walked on all fours towards the site, trying to be quiet . . . but how quiet could one be like this?
when jaimie got close enough to see the man, all he could see was the back of his head. an eyebrow raised at the sight of the stranger. he was practically in all red. he tried to not blow his cover as he watched what the man did. did he just . . . what?? the poor boy was confused at the contraption the man had made. it looked so weird, but it seemed to work well, since nothing blew up. seeing the acorn fall, jay's head raised to above the height of the man. he let out a quick shot of fire towards the acorn; the poor acorn fell to the floor in a charred mess, black around all the edges. he smiled to himself, proud of having hit his target . . . for once. he had actually been afraid of hitting the squirrel, or of hitting the man. that would have been messy. " that, uh . . . what is that thing? " he asked, not really explaining himself for the fire.
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Post by Leandro INRIGUE Gonzales on May 8, 2012 21:06:29 GMT -5
There was another around. At first, Leandro thought of doing nothing less than shooting an insult of saying that this young man was stalking the teacher. However, that would not be an appropriate comment. No, it wasn't appropriate only because Leandro believed that saying such a thing would not be a harsh enough insult. If he was going to come out of his mouth wrong to someone he might as well do it to the best of his ability. Otherwise, he felt like saying anything at all was pointless and indicative of wasted air.
"Kid, what this is doesn't really matter. You do know there is a policy against following your teachers around because said teacher has a nice bum bum and you wanna do things freaky enough to fit into an eighties rock song, right?" he inquired.
Why was any of those insults necessary? What would it matter? Why insult this young man when the insult was clearly not called for in the first place? That was Leandro. He loved to have kids hate him because he felt as if by insulting the children he may make them want to do better just to show him how wrong he was about them. Leandro had a twisted version of reverse psychology in mind. He figured if the bullies calling him names and making fun of him only made him want to complete high school and college then perhaps the same effect could be applied upon the kids here. He only thought this way given just how thick his skin really was when it came to words.
"Ha! Even if I told you there is no way you'd understand what it was. Hell, I was wondering what it was at first either. See, I shoot lasers-" he stopped in mid sentence and fired a laser into the sky and rubbed on his belly as some sort of signature body movement. "Glass amplifies lasers. If that be true then this little glass tip on my finger allows me to, not only be more accurate, but intensify my lasers. Genius, no?" he asked. How this man loved to toot his own horn...
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