darkSpyro

"Hmm, maybe. We should probably help the others clean up and fix stuff." Vi said. She then stood up, and didn't seem to notice or care that she was in a rock form.

Vi noticed her rock form and chuckled. "So I am! Well alright then, let's rock and roll!" She laughed. Then she started heading back towards camp, staying in rock form.

Vianne didn't really think she needed her rock form for anything, but she needed to stay in it for that joke to be funny. Now she felt obligated to use her powers after saying that. Maybe she could use her increased strength in this form for something useful. She figured she would think of a reason for her rock powers when she got back to camp. But she knew she couldn't deactivate her powers just yet, as that would be a waste of a perfectly good joke.

//I won't be posting much today, I have a lot of work to get done, gotta memorize lines and a bunch of stuff.//

Shane had be standing in the middle of nowhere, just taking in the cool breeze the whipped by every now and then, it was calming. It had been such a long day, first the storm, then Ray and his argument, then meeting a new cam member, but the day seemed to go by so fast. "What's that?" His composure shrunk at the sound of another Outcast's voice. "Asa, Hello...I'm alright, I suppose...How do you get people to like you? I mean, my grandfather didn't have a single enemy, everyone liked him, but not me, I have enemies in Ray and I'm sure a lot of other, I try so damn hard..." He jsut sat down in the grass. "I need to be better, but how?"

Nathan laughed as he saw the rest of the confrontation between the two outcasts. "Funny how a girl he just met can break that outer shell of his." He said, getting up and shaking his head, dropping the stones he had been levitating. "May as well go back with them." He said, running after them, still hiding in the trees so as to not scare them.

OOC: S'all good. Work comes before pleasure.


Asa swung her arms slightly. "It isn't you, Shane. It's the circumstances. No one's really showed you a cold shoulder just for you being you. At least, no one who really cares." She raised her eyebrows, which was a small quirk of her's whenever she was thinking. "Does this have anything to do with that pyromancer? You two seemed rather iff-eh-ACHOO!!" Oh no. Maybe it wasn't the sawdust that made her nose tingle after all.

Vianne decided to make the trek back to a camp a little more fun, so she crouched low to the ground while still in rock form and curled into a ball, or boulder rather. Changing her shape to match an actual rock, she suddenly began to roll around as opposed to walking back the rest of the way. Vi was also rolling circles around Ray, but was careful not to try to trip him or run into him.

Michael had gotten up from his spot some time ago and was now roaming the outskirts of the camp. After so many feelings, so much emotion, he needed to be alone for a little while. He always got overwhelmed when surrounded by so many people, and the terrifying and disturbing situation certainly hadn't helped matters. Sitting beneath a tree, he was too mentally exhausted to notice Nathan in the vicinity.

For a long while, he simply sat under the trees; unthinking, unmoving. His mind was really too strained at the moment to do much of anything, let it be thinking or detecting any feeling around him. His mind was in a haze, having been too exposed to too much.. commotion. It always left him drained, both physically and mentally. The corner of Michael's mouth twitched upwards in a sort of sad recollection. There had been a time when he hadn't known why he'd get so worked up around large groups of people. It hadn't been easy then, and it wasn't much easier now, even though he was no longer in the dark, no longer ignorant of his abilities.

Vianne tried to reply, but with all the rolling motion, her voice was all muffled and incoherent. Seemingly having no idea that she couldn't be understood as she rolled around like a boulder, she continued to ramble on about, one could assume, nothing really important.

Vianne suddenly stopped rolling and straightened out her form, now standing normally. She looked around, seeing all the damage. "Yikes, so much damage done. So much to fix." And for once it isn't my fault. At least, I don't think I did anything in my lightning form earlier. I don't remember destroying anything. Oh well, I'll help clean up anyway. Except I just got here, and I don't know the place that well. I could end up putting something in the wrong place. Vi then shrugged. She walked over to some debris, and began picking things up. Her rock form seemed to give her increased strength, which made carrying things easier. She hummed as she gathered things.

Nathan laughed as he saw what Vi and Ray had been doing on their way back to the. Camp. "The go together well. I just hope Ray doesn't catch Vi on fire, causing who to turn into a Ravin poyro also." He joked, walking out of the trees, licking up rocks and debris that were light enough to not have to use his telepathy to move with his hands and putting them in other places. When he felt like the smaller debris was picked up, he started to use his telepathy to lift up the bigger pieces of debris and wreckage.

Slowly coming out of his daze-like state, Michael's attention was captured by the others helping clear the wreckage. While he himself was not capable of anything physical like lifting and moving things - being the rather weak in that regard - the others had no difficulty with such things. He watched as they transported supplies and cleaned up bits of debris. He wished he could help them, but right now if he tried to move much, he'd probably black out for a few moments. It wasn't like losing consciousness or anything, just his vision going black for a few seconds. It was something that happened rather regularly because of his low blood pressure, but it seemed to be more of a problem when he was mentally exhausted.

As Vianne picke various pieces of scattered debris, her form began to quickly change from one of stone to that of wood. As her body went from stone to wood, to match the things she was picking up, she found that her strength had decreased by a bit. Somewhat overwhelmed by the large mass of wood she had been carrying, she stumbled a bit and dropped everything. She sighed and then chuckled slightly. "Well, that was fun, and now I need to get my stone form back."

"I suppose, I just..I want him to like me, and I don't know how to get there, Do I talk to him?" She had sneezed right on him, Shane whipped the remains of Asa's sneeze off of his face, any one else would have been disgusted, but Shane simply laughed at the act, "Nice one, Sneeze-osaurus Rex." He threw an arm over her in a kind of brotherly way, "C'mon, let's go help some people out of this wreck, and then you can buy me an ice cream."

As Michael watched, he noticed the pyromancer from before - Raymond. He still looked incredibly threatening, what with his flaming, skeletal form, but he seemed.. calmer now. It was apparent that he had no intention of unleashing the fire within him - yet, at least. This in itself relaxed Michael considerably. He was already having enough trouble with the management of his emotions, even though many of them weren't even his. He didn't want to have to manage what he assumed would be something akin to a fiery inferno of rage. Since that didn't seem to be happening right now, Michael stayed where he was, not running off again like last time. He felt it was not necessary.

((OOC: Yeah, calm before the storm. Hope Michael doesn't get caught up in it. He probably will, though. ))

Another figure caught his eye as well, one he was not sure he'd ever met before. Michael wasn't sure if it was an elemental of some sort, or just what their power exactly was, but he was fairly certain he'd never seen anything quite like this before. There were some, of course, that he knew of that could change their form to suit their correlating element, similar to Raymond and his fire. He'd never seen anything quite like this person before, however. Something to do with nature, perhaps? He'd never been good at guessing people's abilities at first glance. No, it would always have to go farther than that.

Whether he was intentionally trying to figure out just what exactly her ability was, or was unconsciously picking these things up, even Michael was not entirely sure. He was putting quite a bit of thought and concentration towards it, though even if he hadn't, he suspected he'd still be drawn towards the sensations he was feeling. In truth, perhaps his intentions really didn't make a difference in the outcome.

He could feel.. a mutual connection, almost. It wasn't just that this person was taking the shape of the earth and the wood, no. This person was becoming the earth, the wood. It might not have seemed like such a big difference, but... He shook his head at himself. Nothing could be explained, even in his own head. When dealing with feelings and emotions, that was often the case.

The Director took the stand that was located in the middle of the camp, rubble lay everywhere, destruction in the midst of the once beautiful, green fields, the previously peaceful camp was in ruins, people had been injured and buried alive in their basements, and cleanup was commencing. The Director stood at the stand, speaking into a microphone that led to all the speakers around the camp, camera's filmed him, his first official speech as the camp leader.

"My fellow Outcasts, I stand before you today to acknowledge the horrible and the horrid storm we have had here at our dear camp, homes have been destroyed, people have been harmed, and I am here to apologize for the pain this storm has caused. I am issuing a camp wide cleanup, every Outcast over the age of fifteen will be helping clean our camp and help out in any way possible, as for me, I shall be going around and checking on everyone to make sure they are doing alright. We will get through this, but only if we stick together." A large smile on his face as he stepped down from the podium, and off the stage. Now to find the boy.

Vianne deactivated her wood form and quickly picked up a small pebble. She held it in her hand, and her body changed back to stone. She grinned and put the pebble in her pocket. Then she went about gathering up debris and cleaning up the place.

The Director found himself wandering around the camp, checking on everyone who was helping out, and sometimes, but rarely, helping himself. Where are you, boy? Then The Director found the Pyro, "Raymond, is it?" His voice was soothing, quite the contrast to his sinister nature. "Pleased to meet you, I am The Director, you may call me Sir if you'd like, however, I assume you are familiar with myself?"

"A military man, eh? Very good, I like you so far, now, let me remember...Hmm" The Director placed his fingers on his chin and rubbed them for a few seconds. "Ah! That's it, you are the Pyro, you have quite a gift, of the few Pyros I have met, you stick out the most, very disciplined, attentive, and you seem to be able to control yourself quite well from what I can see." Of course he knew that he wasn't that cool in being able to control his powers, The Director was just toying with him. "I've read your file, odd enough there are papers missing, not sure what that's about....But no matter, I am just rambling, tell me, son." He had placed a hand on Ray's shoulder, trying to test how far he could go. "What do you envision for yourself in the future? Perhaps you are going to settle down and have a nice little family, or become a teacher here at the camp, I love imagining the future, so many possibilities." The Director had one hand behind his back, he had snapped his fingers and made a snake appear. "Oh! Dear me!" The serpent slithered over near Raymond.

Nathan was currently helping a hydromancer get all they debris away from their house, and was having a hard time. Mainly because the piece of debris he was trying to lift was so dang heavy! "Just a little bit more...." He said, finally getting it off. "There we go." With that, it dropped onto the ground a few meters away. "That was a workout." He joked, waving goodbye to the hydromancer.

Asa sniffled when Shane wrapped his arm around her. It only could go just above her waist. "I hope I'm not catching a cold. Some cold ice cream is just what I need," she said grimly, but with a smile that declared the opposite. "I needed a break anyway."

Vianne was in the process of picking up debris and moving it around, using her stone form to make lifting everything a little easier. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she spotted someone she didn't quite recognize talking to Raymond. She paused and turned to face them, watching the confrontation from afar.

Vi didn't like the look of The Director. Something about him just gave her a bad feeling. She couldn't explain it, but something about him was just unsettling. She then remembered that she heard him speak only moments ago, issuing a camp clean-up. Oh, he must be that leader guy. The one in charge of the place. Guess he's just doing his.... She then stopped her train of that.

She looked at Ray, studying him for the moment. He seemed a bit tense, but a different than usual kind of tense. It's like he didn't trust The Director. Vi didn't really blame him, but still she thought one should be able to trust the camp leader. After all, there had to be a reason why the guy was even in charge in the first place.

Then Vianne blinked as she suddenly saw a snake slither over to Raymond. Where in the world had that come from? It's like it just appeared out of nowhere. At least, it seemed to. She hadn't noticed it before now. Maybe it showed up while she was too busy focusing on her thoughts. That was possible.

The Director smiled a freakishly sweet smile to Raymond, "Why, it's just a harmless snake, nothing to worry about." The Director controlled the slithering reptile, circling it around the Pyro and then sending it to rub on Raymond's leg. C'mon, boy. Burst...Let me feel the burn. Patience was something The Director had plenty of, but in this momentous occasion, he wanted to get the flames out right away. "Curious little fellow, isn't he?"

"Now, the real reason I wanted to talk to you, my lad." The Director kept pausing, stalling for time, the longer he had to deal with the snake, the more likely it would be his powers showed. "I would like to offer you a chance to have lessons on how to control your powers, I know how hard it can be to control ones powers at times, oh, yes, indeed." The snake was working its way higher up his leg.

Looking from the woman with the strange connection with her surroundings and back to the pyromancer, Michael found that he was no longer alone. Another man was with him. This man was clearly older, and seemed to hold authority over the others. That was not what caught his attention, however.

Being an empath was nothing decisive. Nothing could be logically explained or backed up; there weren’t any guidelines to follow; an empath only had his emotions. And he was forced to trust these emotions over logic.

His first impression was one of his own: Michael didn’t feel comfortable around this man. He wasn’t really sure what to associate this feeling with, or where it was coming from. The empath was one to feel uncomfortable around certain people for many reasons, even if they meant no ill intentions. He had felt uncomfortable around the telepath. He had felt uncomfortable around the pyromancer for a brief period of time, as well. In a way, he was still wary of what the fire within the man was capable of. Only this time, he wasn’t entirely sure what made him wary about this new man. In the first two cases, it had been their abilities that put him on edge. Now, he wasn’t so sure why he was feeling cautious. He always felt hesitant around new people, to some extent, but this seemed.. different.

His second impression was one that had not originated from himself at all. It was a feeling of.. loneliness. His eyes softened a bit, though he did not realize the change in his expression. Michael could relate, feeling alone even when surrounded by people. The empath was never truly alone. Others’ feelings would always find some way into his mind. Despite this, he could not help but feel.. detached.. sometimes. It was necessary, he knew, and he knew just as well that he did it to himself. He didn’t have to be detached. He didn’t have to try to separate himself from everyone. But if he didn’t… Well, that might have been similar to the pyromancer losing his hold on his fire. It just wouldn’t bode well.

Glancing up to this.. new presence.. Michael was at a loss. Some part of him told him to tread with caution while the other.. the other understood. What he understood, he honestly wasn’t entirely sure.

//Oh, I'll make you burn...if not today THEN TOMORROW! BUT I WILL MAKE YOU BURN!//


The Director grew tired of trying to make Raymond burn, he had very much hoped he would have at the very least gotten a few sparks out of him, but he didn't. "Well...Then maybe you should work on your anger..." The Director bowed his head down to Raymond and walked off. "But if you ever need anything, Feel free to find me and ask." The Director was gone, but the snake wasn't it lingered around Raymond's leg, hissing and slithering with it's rough skin.

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Shane was often curious about Asa's unusually large size, he often would try to think of ways to revert her back to her original size, she never asked him to, and he wouldn't have, as it would have been selfish, but he always thought that deep down she didn't like it, having to bend down all the time, being stared at and labeled as a freak, he despised people making fun of others, and would defend others all great costs. "Y'know, it's probably not such a good idea to get ice cream anyways, we were issued to clean up the camp."

"Yeah, the ice cream stand probably went down as well. I hope Jorgey is alright." Asa's gaze panned over the sea of people and rubble, as if looking for a particular face. She didn't know what Shane was thinking, but she was pondering the same thing. She never acted like it, and she didn't think she was, but she was slightly insecure about the way her abnormal height was perceived among the mass. When a new face would stare up at her, mouth agape, she wouldn't react, or she would even laugh a bit. But Asa truly wasn't fond of being viewed as anything but normal, given that her alpine structure was odd even to the outcasts' standards. And ironically, Asa Standard wasn't the textbook definition of "standard." "Then again, who goes to sleep in their work stall? That's... rather overly zealous. And illegal."

Vianne hurried over to Raymond. "Hey, what was all that about?" She asked. Vi was curious, but also a bit concerned. She had a bad feeling about that Director guy. She also took note that Ray seemed to really not like snakes. She was curious as to why.

"Well....They should lock us up then, remember when we opened that lemonade stand?" Shane often enjoyed taking a trip down memory lane, back when things were simpler, they were just children and everything to them was so exciting, they had opened a small lemonade stand to raise money for bicycles, but they had no concept or reference point for money, their grasp on currency was very limited, but they had earned twelve dollars, and had both fallen asleep under the stand. "I remember it vividly...Back then i was taller than you....Maybe I just haven't hit my gowth spurt, yet." He joked.

Nathan had watched the entire thing between The Director and Ray. "I don't like that guy." He had noticed how the snake had just randomly appeared, almost a little after The Director showed up. "He was trying to make Ray burst into flames." He said, following a little behind The Director as he walked away. "Time to do some spying." He muttered to himself.

"Oh yes, I remember that time," she replied, looking off in the distance at nothing in particular. She grinned when Shane made the height comment; it was OK when he made fun of her. He understood. "We'll, you've already turned into a giraffe before, and you were still barely taller than me. But even then, you were shorter than you are now when we made that comparison. Hey, what was it that you shifted into at the lemonade stand?"

"I see." Vi blinked, processing all of this. "I didn't get a good vibe from him. Honestly, I got a bad one. I don't know, he just seems very unsettling to me. Seems strange that he would just approach and start asking about your future. And can't you already control your flame? I mean, why would you need help if you can already control it?" She wondered. "I noticed the snake. You.... Don't like snakes, do you?"

"There were two things..." He had begun to blush a little bit, because when he was a child he had a huge crush on another girl named Melody, she had passed by the lemonade stand and Shane thought she would find it cute if he had transformed into something representing love. "Well....The first one was a....A Lovebug." He whispered, embarrassed to be talking about it. "But when we were sleeping under it, I had woken up and you were really cold, so I shifted into a lion cub and tried to warm you up." Shane's relationship with Asa was odd to many, lots of people thought they should be, or were, dating, and others thought they were brother and sister. "Remember we tried to heat up the sun?"

Asa couldn't help but grin widely at Shane's discomfort. "A lovebug, then? I wonder why..." She laughed when he mentioned the lion cub. "Oh yeah. Ever since you told that story to the other guys, everyone thought we were 'together'. You were so embarrassed about it." One afternoon, when Asa and Shane were preteens, the two were eating lunch at the camp's courtyard, and a few other kids joined them. They talked, and when the lemonade stand memory slipped out, they teased them about it and proclaimed that the two were dating. She thought it was hilarious. Shane, however, had turned scarlet.