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On her first day at Starlight Academy, Briallen had passed out.

So, she was not off to a great start.

Once she came to and assured the nurses that she would be alright (and that she’d probably be seeing them often), she went off to the sports fields to vent her frustration the best way she knew how: kicking a soccer ball over and over again as hard as she could. Her orientation to the school had been rescheduled to the next day—so she had some time to kill. She knew she had to meet a roommate at some point as well, but was avoiding the encounter until she calmed down.

Every once in a while, she would let out a primal scream before sending the soccer ball soaring into the net. It was a great stress relief—even if people were starting to stare at her. Well, either that, or they were staring because she had shed her shirt at some point and was only in a sports bra and shorts. Briallen didn’t care either way.

She was starting to feel better—the adrenaline was pumping through her, and she was starting to build up a sweat. Nothing was more satisfying then physical activity.

Briallen rolled the ball back to her original spot, kicking it up in the air a few times before sending it flying. It just narrowly missed the net this time—instead hitting the steel bars holding the net up.

Just as the bars made a loud, crashing sound from being hit by the ball—Briallen’s powers kicked in. Her heightened senses intensified the sound—and it hurt. She felt like her ear drums may explode.

Letting out a yell, Briallen fell to her knees and pressed her hands against her ears.

“Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop…” she pleaded, over and over again. Once the bars went silent, Briallen let out a sigh of relief and rolled onto her back in the grass. She was left with a headache—but at least she didn’t pass out again.

"I am so over this crap..." she grumbled to herself.
 
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"Are you okay, miss?

A young man with dark skin and yellow eyes leaned over Briallen, squating next to her and blocking out most of the sun. He too was clothed in the near-minimum for exercise: workout pants, running shoes, and nothing else. Though he was wearing a very futuristic, space age-y metal gauntlet on his right arm. Its light faded and brightened in a slow pulse and generally lent the thing a very gaudy, 80s feel to it. Whatever the case, the young man seemed unconcerned with his appearance or the gadget he wore.

"You let out a yell and went like... STOP STOP STOP"

He proceeded to due an unflattering imitation of what he thought he saw. His hands shot to is ears, muffling them against pretend sounds, and he rolled onto his back and rocked back and forth as he called out. If it weren't for him talking, he would have looked to be throwing a tantrum of some kind. But it ended abruptly and he was back to crouching over her with an innocently concerned look on his face, as if his imitation wasn't mocking in any way.

"Did something fly into your ears? Something in your head?"

((OOC: This is my unnamed guy in my sig.))
 
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<div align=center>William had watched the scene unfold from afar, a baseball bat propped upon his shoulder. Baseball was a favourite past time of his, despite not being all that athletic looking, he was pretty good at baseball, he had a hard swing and a good throw, despite everything about him. At this distance he most likely looked like a sporty girl rather than a teenage boy, though he looked like that up close, too. Deciphering William's sex could probably have been called a challenge, however, he did make a pretty girl, which was a plus in his case. It was a little while before he perked up the courage to investigate.

A girl playing soccer had seemingly freaked out after hitting the cross bar, the boy frowned, it wasn't that bad, he couldn't play soccer at all. He supposed he was good at other things though, he just... Couldn't really think of anything right this moment. A man had approached the girl, a strange looking boy who William didn't recall seeing before.

The boy winced as he got closer, hunching his shoulders and clapping both hands to his ears. Ow. Ow. Ow. The source of that pain seemed to be coming from the girl rather than the boy, a flash in his brain that made his head hurt badly for a moment, before residing into a slightly milder pain. He gradually drew his hands away from his ears to massage his temples instead, a small frown upon his effeminate features. "Are... A... Are you... Y.. You al.. Alright...?" The boy finally stammered out, though his voice didn't really do much to identify him as a male, and neither did the rest of his body language. "I... That... Hurt."</div>
 
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Briallen wasn’t too thrilled that her little sensory overload fit drew attention to herself. Then again, she had already drawn attention to herself before the fit, so she really couldn’t be too surprised…

When the first guy approached, she couldn’t help but stare at the mechanical arm. Was this her first encounter with someone that wasn’t entirely human? What was he, anyway? The arm looked like something out of Tron, or some old sci-fi movie like that. Even though the arm was kind of gaudy and ridiculous, Briallen thought he looked like quite the badass…

At least, until he started reenacting her fit. Her opinion changed after that. She sat up, watching with a baffled look on her face.

“Is that really what I look like? Yikes…” she muttered, scratching at the back of her head.

Then someone else approached. Damn it, this was two people too many. Sometimes she really wished she could just crawl under a rock and hide forever so that no one could see her in that condition…

This other person seemed human, but was a…boy? Girl? Damn, Briallen was usually so good at identifying what gender androgynous people were--having been one herself before puberty hit. She became so preoccupied trying to identify the other’s gender that she almost didn’t notice that he was doubled over in pain— just like she was a moment ago.

“Yo, hey, were you feeling what I was feeling just now?” she asked the other curiously.
 
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The new world he had landed in was already turning out to be a very strange one indeed. From the few experiences he'd had so far, the young man already knew that a good portion of the local population possessed strange abilities of a wide variety. Such a circumstance was odd, but not shocking to the young man. Evolution or happenstance could have just taken a strange turn in the area, or one that new world, and super powers were simply the end result. Not that much of a big deal. What he DID find a little weird was how the local populace handled their abilities, apparently. Rolling around on the ground in pain seemed like a less-than-optimal response to one's own abilities.

He leaned back appropriately when Briallen sat back up, giving her some room to breathe. So he was not totally inconsiderate. The look she gave his gauntlet passed by him completely, as he himself had completely forgotten about it.

"Quite. You didn't seem to be having the best of experiences. Unless, you're into that kind of thing I suppose."

Then a second person approached them, also seeming in a bit of pain. How odd. Now the young man had no trouble in trying to assign gender to William. In that he simply just settled on calling him a her right from the get go.

"Wait. So you hurt too? Are you two hurting from the same thing? Or is that ball causing some kind of pain? If so, please say so loudly and clearly."

His last statement seemed a little... off, until he held out his gauntlet as if it were a mic.
 
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<div align=center>William nodded as she asked him, hand moving to his forehead instead, knocking his cap askew. The pain was beginning to subside, but there was still a dull throb ringing through his brain that matched Briallen's. He almost forgot for a moment that people were terrifying, his eyes flickered to the strange boy, then to his arm. He shuffled backward a few inches, closer to the girl and further from the boy. There was something less threatening about her, though then again there was something less threatening about most girls, he found. William didn't tend to spend much time around boys. "Th... Things h.. Hurt me." He stuttered, frowning softly. "I have... A foil hat to keep.. To keep thoughts out... But it doesn't really w... Work with feelings." His voice trailed off as he reached the end of his sentence, dropping in tone as each word passed his lips.

He tucked a long strand of chestnut hair behind his ear, offering the strangers a small, shy smile, rose-bud lips turning up at the corners. The tip of the baseball bat hit the floor with a soft thud, and he leaned part-ways on it. William wasn't sure what had caused the girl's strife, his gaze moved to her, in an almost curious manner. He supposed it was something to do with her powers, thinking logically about it.

Bill was altogether completely confused by the boy, the look on his face said it all. The thing that unnerved him the most was the hand. He found himself backing a few more inches toward Briallen. There still wasn't much about him that suggested his gender, though he hadn't seemed to realize the other two were having a hard time with it.</div>
 
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“No, not the best of experiences…” Briallen mumbled. “But unfortunately a common one.”

Next thing she knew, the guy was holding out his mechanical arm toward her and asking her about the pain. She glanced at the arm with a raised eyebrow. She wasn’t necessarily afraid of him—just a bit baffled. Yeah, no way this guy was human, right?

“Uh. Sensory overload sucks?” Briallen said toward the arm, not able to think of anything else to say.

Then she turned her attention to the other. She was still slightly mystified by the enigma of William’s gender—and, damn it, now she really wanted to know. The height seemed to suggest male, but that was hardly conclusive evidence. When William was shifted over to be closer to her, she shot a quick glance at his butt. Definitely looked like a boy ass. She was leaning toward ‘feminine boy’, but still not entirely sure of her deduction.

“Anyway, guys, I’m fine—really,” Briallen said as she stood up. For a moment, she seemed ready to almost fall back over again, but soon gained her footing and got back on her feet. She rubbed at her left temple with a groan.

“I just have real shitty powers that like to backfire on me, that’s all.” She glanced over toward William. “It seems like you and I have a similar problem, actually. Mine’s a bit of feelings, but it’s more so my senses. Sometimes they go ballistic and I get sensory overload like crazy.” It was kind of a relief, actually—she wasn’t the only person around who had inconvenient powers. It made her feel a little less alone.

“If you’re feeling what I’m feeling, then you’ve probably got a real shit migraine right now. Sorry about that,” she murmured, feeling a bit guilty about it.

“So, uh, my name’s Briallen.” She scratched at the back of her head, then crossed her arms over her chest. “Is there something I can do to make up for the fact that I messed your head up?”
 
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"Fascinating."

The young shirtless man completely disregarded the looks he was getting from William and Briallen, looking them straight in the eyes as he inched closer to both of them as William tried retreating from him. His metal gauntlet was still held out to them, like he was trying to record their responses on a wrist watch. Every time one of them stopped talking, he swung it over to the other and vise versa, trying to get the best recording of each of them.

If the young man had not been wearing the metal glove and not acted so strangely, he could have easily been a rather attractive person. But no amount of rippling abs could make up for his nearly invasive need to record people with his metal arm.

"Ah. Hm. So YOU..."

He pointed his glove at Briallen in pseudo-punching motion.

"...Have a power that occasionally overwhelms you. And YOU..."

He performed the same motion toward William.

"...Experience some kind of mirror effect of that pain. Correct? Correct? Correct?"

His arm swung between them a couple of time before he retracted it and hit a button somewhere on there before either of them could get out a response.

"Yes! Perhaps we could figure out a way to mitigate the pain, hm?"
 
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<div align=center>William confirmed with a nod that it did, he supposed he knew how she felt to some extent, regardless of the fact they had different powers. It was difficult to have peoples feelings bouncing off you constantly though, as well as stray thoughts that broke through his barriers. Thoughts couldn't do that if he was wearing the foil had he had on underneath the baseball cap, but aluminum didn't keep out emotions, unluckily for William. It was a lot of strain for one person to deal with all the time, which was why the boy tended to keep to himself most of the time, or try to stay with only smaller groups of people.

He shrugged, he could relate to powers like that. "Crowds make my head hurt." He frowned, "it's kinda like everyone shouting at once... And I have to experience a hundred emotions at once and--" He broke off and shook his head, casting another wary look toward the other boy. A frown appeared on his face a moment later, brow creasing very slightly. "W.. Whatever you're d-doing. Could you, y'know... Not?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. He was beginning to feel nervous again, he felt his heart rate pick up and he could practically sense the blush that was creeping steadily across his cheeks.

Mitigate the pain? He didn't think so. The only way to dull Bill's empathy powers would have been for him to fall asleep right here and then, which probably wouldn't have been too difficult for him, but the thought of falling asleep outside, on the cold, damp grass was an incredibly unpleasant thought for him. He shook his head very slightly, eyes wide, confused. He was also incredibly confused as to why he wasn't really wearing much clothes. William couldn't really think of anything as unpleasant as that, he could barely take his clothes off in front of a mirror, let alone outside. "Ah.. Oh.. It's nice to meet you..." He smiled softly, almost entirely forgetting to introduce himself.</div>
 
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When the metal arm came suddenly swinging in her direction, Briallen brought her fists up defensively over her face—about ready to sock the guy in the mouth before realizing he wasn’t intending to punch her. She lowered her arms, but was on alert around this guy. She could see that he was making the femme boy(?) uncomfortable too…

“Alright, Tron, enough with the arm, okay?” Obviously she still didn’t know the peculiar guy’s name, but ‘Tron’ seemed appropriate enough. So as far as Briallen was concerned, he was now Tron.

“As for mitigating the pain…shit, that’s why I’m at this school to begin with. To learn how to deal with it,” she said with a shrug. It certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying—she had tried to find a way to subdue the pain but nothing seemed to work.

“Instead of emotions, it’s all the sights, sounds, smells—all that stuff. They all attack me at once and I feel like my head is going to explode.” She sometimes wondered if that could actually happen to her…maybe in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Anyway, guys, I appreciate you coming to check up on me and all—but I’m fine. Really.” Turning away, she went to grab her backpack and shirt over by the soccer net. She didn’t put the shirt on, but instead swung it over her shoulder. Then she approached the other two once more.

“Actually, now that I’ve blown off some steam, I need to find someone.” She shrugged her backpack up onto her shoulder. “I don’t suppose either of you know a William Beckett? I need to see him about a dorm room. A guy and girl rooming together is kinda unconventional, but this guy wrote on his ad that he wanted a girl that wouldn’t make his boyfriend jealous—and who could be less threatening to a gay guy than a lesbian?” she smirked. She was never particularly subtle about her sexuality, and she figured—in a school full of powers and non-humans, who the hell could possibly be weirded out by homosexuality?
 
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