Dinner with a View

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If "it" was anywhere on this island - and there was a 72.67891 percent chance that if it was on this world, it was on this island - he suspected that there was a 19.678276 percent chance that it was in the vicinity of the school. Of course, if it were in the vicinity of the school, it posed a very large threat to every single person - student or otherwise - inside of it. He had seen what a few of these kids could do already, and if one of them got a hold of "it", then there would be chaos beyond any of their imaginations. He needed to get moving on this mission of his and fast, before "it" made an appearance of its own accord.

While he doubted moving in the "up" direction would bring him any closer to his objective - "it" would likely be located underground somewhere, a hidden place that only those who really wanted "it" would search - he decided to be thorough and do so anyways. It would be rather surprising when he found someone up here already, a girl in fact, who appeared to be in the middle of a meal. It would surprise him even more when he saw her throw away what appeared to be a leaf made out of gold. Curious, that. Especially when gold was typically considered a precious metal. Maybe it wasn't real gold? It certainly looked real, but from his vantage point one couldn't be sure.

Despite it becoming rather cold outside, he had not the proper attire for such weather. He wore his simple jeans and a t-shirt and appeared unaffected by any chilly breeze that came across the bare rooftop.

Wait, she made that leaf golden? To be completely honest, he knew this school had "gifted" people, but he didn't expect something like this. This was simply extraordinary. His eyebrows certainly raised in amazement when he saw her do it. "You certainly have an extraordinary ability there." He said. "Is that real gold?" He inquired as he approached her to get a better look at her work. "You know, many people would indeed commit murder to possess such an ability, and yet you appear to be indifferent about it. I must say it is rather fascinating!" Didn't he have a mission to get back to?

"Oh, apologies." He stopped. "Pardon my rudeness, for I seem to have forgone introducing myself. My name is Alistair Fordren. A pleasure to meet you, m'lady." He said as he bowed in introduction. Not only did he hold a kindness within his voice, his smile gave off a warm feeling as well. People typically found his visage almost overwhelming.

He reached for the first golden leaf she had transmuted into gold, hoping to take it in his hands and studied it. It was! Undoubtedly, it truly was real gold! And she really was apathetic enough about it to just drop it on the ground? Was it perhaps a temporary state? Could she transmute living, conscious beings into gold as well? If she wanted to, could she turn him into a statue? What kind of effect would that have on his health?

His mind flooded with questions, and his face reflected his awe.

He frowned when she declared that what she did was none of his business. Well, she was technically correct. It really wasn't, and it was somewhat rude of him to act the way he did. He carried a rather apologetic look on his face - although his eyes followed the tray as she dropped it with a curious look - and he simply looked back at her for a few moments while she waited for him to do something. He sensed somewhat apathetic emotions from her, and wondered what reason she could have for being that way. Perhaps it was just simply her personality.

He blinked a few times while she just stood there quietly, and then looked back down at her tray. After a few more moments had passed, he finally spoke. "I'm not so sure the custodians will appreciate you leaving your mess on the ground, friend. Or, wait.." He paused, crossing his arms and looking up at the sky in thought. "I suppose maybe they would, considering it is gold now!" He started to laugh. "You give off a rather distant visage, but you purposely turn things to gold and leave them for people to find, don't you? Brilliant!" He exclaimed, while walking towards her - or specifically, the tray - and picking up the object she had just dropped. "Simply marvelous." He threw the tray in the air above him a few times, catching it perfectly each time. "Is it completely solid gold now? Can you change it back?" He wasn't even seeming to aim these questions at her, as he wasn't even looking at her anymore, he was just fixated on the now-golden tray.

"I've never met anyone before with such a remarkable ability." He stopped throwing the tray in the air, finally, and now pushed it closer to his face as he studied it close-up. "How does it work? Do you will for it to turn into gold like this? Can you transmute into other metals?" He noticed that the ability apparently required touching the object.

This ability of her's reminded him of a story. How did it go again? He was a king, named Midas. He couldn't remember what world he was from - maybe it was this one? - but he apparently had the ability to turn things into gold. It was a gift as well as a curse. Great morals behind the story, too. Maybe she was his descendant? The curse didn't pass on to other generations that he knew of, but he had difficulty recalling information in this human body of his. Maybe he was wrong.

He could discern from her emotions that he simply annoyed her. Unfortunate, for he thought he was rather amusing. Indeed, he was entertaining himself rather well. Regardless, her standoffish attitude didn't seem to bother him very much, it was as if he was used to that sort of thing. He simply shrugged and tucked the tray under his arm. "Very well, but it is of my opinion that, at the very least, the nice people at the cafeteria should receive their trays back. They do pay money for them after all." Or, he assumed they did. Now that he thought about it, it isn't like he knew that for sure. For all he knew, they stole them or made them themselves! Unlikely.

"People don't deserve them?" He made a weird face. "Why are you leaving the leaves just lying around then? Do they turn back after a certain period of time?" Right. Too many questions, too annoying. He got it. "Very well, it is your power to do as you wish with, I suppose." Except harm people. He wouldn't let that happen. Despite her somewhat.. dark.. personality, however, he didn't really see her as being a bad person. Not that he hadn't been wrong about people before.

"If you don't wish to answer my questions or even tell me your name, then I suppose you have every right to. None of my business. I understand, m'lady." He bowed politely before walking over to the ledge of the roof and leaning over to look at the landscape. This island looked a lot smaller from "up there". It would take him weeks to traverse this landscape and find what he was looking for.

And some of the areas far off in the distance didn't look too hospitable.

He seemed to completely ignore her statement about the government. He thought about it internally, though. If the government really did fund the place, did they have any control over it? "It" falling into some demon's hands was terrible. "It" falling into some random student's hands was a horrific tragedy. "It" falling into the hands of a human organization that had the means of studying it and doing horrible things with it.... that was the worst of all. It was a very real possibility that, if the government had any sort of say on what happened on this island, they could end up coming across "it". If a student found "it" and the government found out... that student's life would not only be over, but it would spell the end of this world as well. Of course, the end of this world could come even if no one ever found "it". Which was why his mission was so important.

He had to admit he was somewhat surprised when she actually sat down next to him. He figured she wanted nothing to do with him. Not that he minded, her ability was interesting and he wouldn't mind knowing more about it for curiosity's sake. He noticed her rat and calmly extended his hand to gently pet the creature, as if he had no concern at all for it biting him. If it let him do so, he would continue for a period of time. He watched carefully as the gold on the tray retracted.

"So you can restore it. Fascinating." He said as he watched. "May I ask if there are restrictions on the type of substance that you can change to gold? For instance, can could you change a human being to gold?"