Lucas was not in a good mood. Having arrived at the school he had been invited to, he found that someone had been waiting at the gates for him. Someone who had told that weapons were not allowed on the school property, and that he would have to hand it over. When Lucas explained that he was bound to the gun, the man replied that he already knew and that he would hold it as they went to administrations and had it made unusable.
Lucas stared at the back of the school officials head, with anger and frustration. Floating along behind him, as he was dragged by his bond to the gun the man was now holding. It was annoying, because he highly suspected their were student at the school capable of much more in terms of destruction then him, but just because his means was a physical firearm it had to be restricted.
Waiting behind the man, as one of the people in the office fitted a small ring around the barrel of the gun wondering what they were doing and worrying that they might damage his being in the handling of the weapon. After a small time, the official to the weapon back and held it out to him. "That ring will make the weapon not work as long as you are at the academy. Do not try and remove it." The man told him, as Lucas snatched the gun away with a forceful swipe of his hand. "I won't god, it isn't like a plan on going on a shooting spree... Ass." Lucas snapped in reply, examine the gun and making sure that it didn't look damaged, and then testing the weapon to see if it really didn't work. It did not.
While Lucas was sure, he was meant to stick around and get an speech about thing in the school, he simply turned away once he had the colt back in hand and stormed towards the door. Grunting he saw that the man had closed the door behind him, and forced himself to concentrate so that his free hand became solid to open it. Hating the wastage of his physical time on such a stupid thing as a door.
Even though the weapon, was now non-functional as he walked along he twirled it on his finger as he floated away from the office. Before slowly turning invisible. Leaving a revolver, spinning as it seemed to float down the hallway of its own accord, accompanied by the sound of him starting to whistle.
Lucas stared at the back of the school officials head, with anger and frustration. Floating along behind him, as he was dragged by his bond to the gun the man was now holding. It was annoying, because he highly suspected their were student at the school capable of much more in terms of destruction then him, but just because his means was a physical firearm it had to be restricted.
Waiting behind the man, as one of the people in the office fitted a small ring around the barrel of the gun wondering what they were doing and worrying that they might damage his being in the handling of the weapon. After a small time, the official to the weapon back and held it out to him. "That ring will make the weapon not work as long as you are at the academy. Do not try and remove it." The man told him, as Lucas snatched the gun away with a forceful swipe of his hand. "I won't god, it isn't like a plan on going on a shooting spree... Ass." Lucas snapped in reply, examine the gun and making sure that it didn't look damaged, and then testing the weapon to see if it really didn't work. It did not.
While Lucas was sure, he was meant to stick around and get an speech about thing in the school, he simply turned away once he had the colt back in hand and stormed towards the door. Grunting he saw that the man had closed the door behind him, and forced himself to concentrate so that his free hand became solid to open it. Hating the wastage of his physical time on such a stupid thing as a door.
Even though the weapon, was now non-functional as he walked along he twirled it on his finger as he floated away from the office. Before slowly turning invisible. Leaving a revolver, spinning as it seemed to float down the hallway of its own accord, accompanied by the sound of him starting to whistle.