They always leave it...

Ian lay in the courtyard, sprawled out on a bench with his legs crossed and his arms behind his head. The clouds were moving along, how could they be so damn quick yet look like they're moving so slow? Stupid lazy clouds. With a little squirming and shimmying, Ian turned until he was sitting upside down, head hanging down and feet kicking idly. For a moment Up To Me shimmered into view, copying Ian and seemingly half-there, his left side fading into Ian's right before vanishing completely. "Why is this so comfy?"

It felt strangely natural, sitting upside down and just kicking his legs, watching the funny people-shapes walking by completely inverted. How do they not fall into the blue expanse? why are girl's skirts not suddenly raising, to their horror? Why are those trees growing down? Ian couldn't help but grin, stifling a chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Once again Up To Me seemed to appear, his two arms fading in and placing their hands on the bench. There came a sudden sound like a someone dragging a violin bow across an out of tune electric guitar and what appeared like a pulse of electricity leaping and weaving through the bench.

Ian kicked his legs, the bench itself suddenly twisting, warping. He felt the ground beneath his feet as the bench twisted to deposit him on his feet, the middle having twisted entirely backwards and allowing him to get up. The bench itself was almost entirely useless now, the middle being the only part that could still be sat upon and the rest of it bent out of shape as Ian stuck his hands in his coat pockets and started to walk towards the school building. "Probably something I should be doing, someone's probably dropping the ball somewhere, as always..."

Ian walked towards the school again. He didn't seem to see Tellios, but was walking his direction. "Hehehe, stupid bench." Ian looked over his shoulder, then back ahead after confirming he had, in fact, fucked up the bench proper. He slid his hands into his pockets, Up To Me becoming a hazy field around Ian, milimeters above his skin like a sheen. As he walked he grinned to himself, humming some old tune he had heard somewhere before. He walked past the tree, seemingly not seeing Tellios as he kept going... Back towards the main building?

Was Ian heading back already? He was taking his time but he was heading back towards the main building for sure, turning as he drew closer to the path and lining up with it. If Tellios wanted another demonstration of that power he'd need to act quick!

"Someone else can fix it, or call it modern art and give me money."

There were barbs in Ian's tone, an arrogance that dripped from him. Ian turned to face the guy speaking to him, spinning on his heel slightly as he did. Someone else with a spare block or someone skipping class? They seemed jealous of Ian's benchtwisting abilities. Woe befall the bench that challenges the great and terrible Ian Wakeman. That wasn't why this guy was here, though. Something told Ian this individual wasn't here just to defend benches near and far.

"I take it there's more to this than you just wanting to compliment my bench-crafting. Out with it then."

Ian's hands remained in his pockets but his shoulders shifted, rolling back slightly as he shifted his feet. He was bracing himself. Ian expected something, some kind of attack, something more than a sassy rebuttal as he tilted his head down. Up To Me hovered close to the surface, once again partially visible just behind him, like a fuzzy shadow looming millimeters away from him.

"...You're way too into this, you know?"

Ian shrugged, keeping his hands in his pockets, Up To Me fading away, becoming invisible, dormant once more. He didn't need to show off outside what he already did, he didn't need to throw more little shows out there. Why keep showing off for this guy when he's so into it? For a while Ian thought about his ego, how this guy had shown an odd curiosity towards his power, a lot like someone else he knew.

Ah hell with it, why not make a friend? Ian pulled a hand out of his pocket and stepped closer to Tellios, holding his hand out and smiling at him. It wasn't an overly warm smile but it was a friendly one, about as friendly a smile as Ian could normally give. His voice had a softer tone to it, the edge on it not so readily apparent as he offered a humble handshake.

"Name's Ian. What're you in here for? I got brought here 'cuz I have the power to make benches interesting."

"Destruction of Property, huh? Dang, I didn't know we had any real criminals in here."

Ian's eyebrow raised as he spoke. He was just talking to this guy in passing but now... So the guy had committed some large degree of destruction. Had he reveled in it, Ian thought to himself, or was it an emotional outburst turned rampage? This would change how Ian viewed Tellios, once as though he was another student but now with concern, wariness.

"So is this place just a prison for freaks like us? Some kinda superjail?"

He looked at the main building again, his own thoughts put into motion now. Maybe instead of being trained to use his powers, the staff were marking the progression of them, and instead of being allowed to graduate and leave the students were disposed of when enough information was gathered on them?

Nah, that's dumb. This guy just came here for his own safety or something. Ian scratched his chin though, how'd he go about doing it?