Showing the Ropes

@"King"

Murphy hurried to keep up with the girl who had only identified herself as Milk. He kept wanting to ask her about her name but couldn't find a tasteful way to bring it up. Who was she? She was a student he assumed, so what were her powers? He stopped short behind her as she turned and crossed her arms. “Uh, I mean, yeah, you did what you promised. Thank you Milk.” he glanced about, the campus was more than a little intimidating; grand buildings towering above gave a sense of prestige and power that made something itch in the back of his mind. This place had power, certainly, and he could almost feel his gift actively trying to react to the pervasive... gah, he couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly, but going in there on edge was hardly a good idea. “Er, I uh, don't suppose you'd be willing to show me around?” he asked hopefully. The woman had been a sort of calming anomaly, her monotone voice and directness was rather refreshingly straightforward on an island full of 'unique' and 'gifted' individuals.

@"King"

“Yeah a tour, and er, just the general areas would be great. Could hardly ask you to show me every single room in the complex yeah?” he laughed. Already he felt more relaxed than he'd been since setting foot on the island. Maybe all he'd needed was to actually work up the nerve to talk to someone.

“Well, besides the general areas, what places are interesting here?” he added after a moment. “I mean, where do you go during your free time?”

@"King"

He followed her as she led him around the complex specifically noting the locations of the library and math labs for future reference. “Er, Miss Milk, pardon me if this seems rude but uh... what brings you to the island?” Not quite as socially graceful as he could have broached the subject, but she seemed to prefer things being upfront rather than dancing around the point.

@"King"

Murphy blinked, “What? I mean... what uh, talent got you into this school?” Her response wasn't what he expected at all. He stopped to take a breath and recompose himself. “I mean, everyone here has a unique sort of ability, right?” he asks, retrieving the acceptance letter from his pocket. “Powers that make it difficult to exist in the regular world?” The look in her eyes felt like a small knife in his gut, surely she already knew?

@"King"

Her request caught him off guard. “I beg your pardo- oh, you have some sort of... okay.” He set his bag down and braced himself in a horribly ineffective fighting stance. “Here we go I guess.” And swung as hard as he could for her torso. Admittedly he was hardly in good enough shape to do much damage to anyone, let alone someone so... athletically inclined. He just hoped that his own gift wouldn't trigger and end up hurting him more than her.