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Post by ken on Jan 10, 2009 16:30:34 GMT -5
--open
No one knew for certain who had fired the first shot. Doubtless historians would be arguing about it for centuries to come. Some would claim that the Cavanites grew bored, and fired to stir things up. Some would claim that an Almasian had taken offense at something, and began flinging food in retaliation. Others would maintain that an Edengrowth had been experimenting, or perhaps a Wingrose had playfully tossed a bit of lunch.
Regardless, food had begun flying.
And Kennedy found himself in the middle of it, trying to bring discipline back to the Antechamber. Normally it wouldn't be too difficult to quash a food fight, not if you were an authority figure. Things were different at a Gifted school, however. Flaming balls of food launched from tables, leaving smoking trails and horrible smells. Electrified milk erupted on tables, the energy in the air forcing hair to stand on end. One or two students had somehow assembled together a machine otu of lunch products, which was now flinging large scoops of food.
Kennedy tried yelling, tried waving his hands. But this just made him a target. Now the Head of House Cavan crouched behind a table, trying to figure out how one lone man could possibly hope to stop such the war of culinary products.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 10, 2009 18:51:12 GMT -5
The academy had a five-star cook on staff, and was supplied with the best ingredients. Everything was carefully inspected by Plant Fae, and hand chopped by students with Super Reflexes. The kitchen was spotless, and supplied with the latest in cooking technology. Cooking utensils were custom made for the academy, and eating utensils were powdered with a flavour enhancing powder.
But for all that, Garion could not stand his brussel sprouts.
He was innocently sitting there, trying to choke them down, when a flying pickle almost hit his left ear and gave him an infinitesimally better option than eating the disgusting sprouts.
And so, his reign of terror began.
Garion's brussel sprouts went flying to repeatedly batter some poor sap on the head, before dropping so Garion could play the defense.
He used his power to deflect food items aimed for him back at the owners, so anything within his line of sight at the moment got splattered.
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Post by ken on Jan 10, 2009 22:48:01 GMT -5
The sound of a slaughter reached Kennedy's ears. Slightly worried, he peered around his table, and nearly burst out laughing.
So, some kid was somehow managing to fend off various flying foods, while launching his own. The kid even managed to launch attacks of his own, which impressed Kennedy. A powerful telekinetic... a powerful young telekinetic... where had Kennedy heard about that before? Hadn't Morgan mentioned something like this before?
Kennedy dared pop up then, only to get mashed potatoes to his chest. Grunting, he took a few steps forward, feeling his Gifts shift. Nothing truly useful, though he did manage to pick up Phasing. Which was semi-useful, since various foodstuffs were now flinging through Kennedy, instead of sticking to him.
"Hey! You people need to stop!" yelled Kennedy, cupping his hands around his mouth. As it had been, the yelling didn't do a whole lot of anything. Sighing, Kennedy shook his head. It would take more then him. Could he recruit someone?
He looked now, seeing if there were possibilities. That one kid was impressive. And there were a few other telekinetics performing just as well. A few people were forming shields with trays and whatnot...
"Gah," muttered Kennedy, ducking as a chicken leg flew at him. "Since when did we get chicken?"
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 10, 2009 23:18:26 GMT -5
Garion looked over to the yelling adult, trying to see who it was through a potful of baked beans and split-pea soup. Garion stumbled towards him, when a plate of spaghetti hit his head, the noodles crawling down his shirt.
Now Garion was mad.
He looked around for a weapon, and found Excalibur.
In the shape of two giant serving spoons.
His arms dashed out to the utensils (Why were those there?) and picked up a sizeable amount of mashed potatoes, and then, spoon and food, left his hand to float over unsuspecting victims.
He dropped the mashed potatoes on one person, and picked up his speghetti
which was dropped on another person in exchange for a bottle of mustard
which slipped out of Garions metal extensions to hit Kennedy in a splatter of yellow stains.
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Post by ken on Jan 10, 2009 23:30:23 GMT -5
Now the junior telekinetic had found spoons. The irony of some psychic kid using spoons made Kennedy giggle a little. This meant that he dropped his concentration just long enough for the mustard to collide with Kennedy. The tutor took a step back, exclaiming as it connected with him.
"Kid! Watch where you're throwing that stuff!" yelled Kennedy. He eyed the kid warily, wondering if he should use him or take him out. Really, Kennedy bet the kid did that by accident. At least, Kennedy hoped so. Only one way to find out.
"Hey, kid!" Kennedy moved a few steps closer. There! He felt the Telekinetic Gift sink into him. Only a lighter version, but it was enough for Kennedy to start fending off attacks himself. For that matter, he could still phase through things.
"we need to figure out a way to stop this!" Kennedy continued. "You want to help, or do you just want to fling mustard at everyone?"
Kennedy glanced down at his shirt, hoping that Angela didn't like this one. He was pretty sure that it was ruined.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 10, 2009 23:44:34 GMT -5
Garion felt sheepish now that he was being addressed directly.
"I...um... I didn't WANT to .. er... I'll help..." He never was good with authority.
"How do you want me to help? I can't go around picking up people! Even if I could, that would just-"
Gravy to the face.
"anger them."
Garion tried to rub off the brown liquid, his clothes now feeling very damp and very cold. He really wasn't too worried about the repercussions of helping a Tutor. He didn't even know most of the kids in the cafeteria, and besides, Tutors (or Agents, if that was who this guy was) were generally pretty cool people.
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Post by ken on Jan 11, 2009 0:00:03 GMT -5
Shame the kid wasn't more powerful, then Kennedy could really help him. He certainly didn't expect a nine year old to go around lifting people up. That was insane, and beyond the rules of telekinesis anyway.
"Well, for one thing," Kennedy held out a hand, stopping a roll from connecting with his face. He then waved his hand down, sending the roll to the floor. "I'm a sponge, so just being near you is helping. I needed a Gift that would actually help. For another..."
Kennedy looked around. "If we can figure out a way to get a huge group of them at once, or the major instigators, then we're doing good. I don't suppose you know who fired the first shot?"
He smiled at the kid, winking. "Oh, yeah, name's Cavan. Kennedy Cavan, though I suppose you should be calling me Tutor Cavan or something."
Kennedy looked around the room again, inspecting. "Don't they have sprinklers or something? Maybe we could set those off?"
He looked at the kid, wondering what he thought.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 11, 2009 0:13:35 GMT -5
Kennedy Had Garion bursting with questions. Was he related to Morgan? A sponge? A real Mimicker? Before Garion could ask one question, he as assailed by another food item.
"Sprinklers, gotcha!" Garion looked around. "I don't think that they'll have automatic smoke detectors though, the number of Pyros in this place. "
Garion was now attempting to deflect incoming bits of food again, but was starting to tire, so focused on dodging and deflecting sparingly.
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Post by ken on Jan 11, 2009 0:49:18 GMT -5
"Gotta go and ruin my plans, don't you kid?" joked Kennedy, laughing dryly. He raised his hand, trying to fend off more incoming projectiles. Using the unfamiliar Gift was beginning to drain on him, and he could already feel the effects.
"I don't suppose you have any ideas?" asked Kennedy. Probably expecting too much of a kid . Clearly this kid was someone who's Gift had left him smarter then the average person, but that didn't mean Kennedy needed to have someone else do the thinking for him. No, he needed a plan.
Preferably one they could put into play before Agents started to show up and manhandle the situation.
"For now, let's just try and find the major forces behind this..." suggested Kennedy. He looked around, wondering if Jessica Rey was somewhere to be found. If anyone would be a major force, it was her. Or possibly a Cavanite. Was Kenneth somewhere nearby?
"Gah, I wish I could think of something. Maybe we could find a telepathic projector? Then I could amp up the projection and try to mentally shout. No way you could ignore that..."
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 11, 2009 1:36:44 GMT -5
Garion had a flash of brilliance that had nothing to do with the steak that slapped his knee.
"I have an Idea! But I need you to get somewhere high, somewhere noticeable. Fly if you can.
You don't have Telekinesis... but they don't know that." Garion grinned, deflecting a bread stick.
"Just act impressive, and don't plan on lifting anything too big. I'll try to intimidate them."
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Post by ken on Jan 11, 2009 18:57:41 GMT -5
"So you want me to get someplace high?" repeated Kennedy. He looked around, wondering if there was something he could climb on to give himself a height advantage. Well, he could fly, Garion had suggested it, and it made sense.
"I think I can do intimidating though," said Kennedy, flashing a grin. Yes, the hero of the Academy could certainly do intimidating well enough. Years of practice saw to that.
Now Kennedy started moving around the Antechamber, deflecting some incoming projectiles, while phasing through others. The switching of Gifts was beginning to tire him, but he wasn't quite worried, yet. Besides, Flight was one of the Gifts Kennedy had the best handle on.
The Phasing quickly left, but Kennedy focused hard on the Telekinesis. Lately' he'd found he could handle the Gifts just a bit better, and the distance didn't seem to matter as much.
Finally, Kennedy felt his feet rising a bit off the ground, and smiled. He started moving higher, trying to lift a tray of food with him. The combined use strained him, but when the tray finally clattered to the floor, it got attention.
Now it was up to Garion...
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 12, 2009 17:02:14 GMT -5
Garion focused himself, and took a swig from the flask of energy drink he always carried with him. He would need it. First of all, he walked to the now- abandoned kitchens, not even bothering to deflect food. His hands searched, when they found the target.
An emergency evacuation buzzer.
BUZZZ
BUUUZZZZZ
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Everyone in the cafetorium stopped and looked around, a few of them noticing Kennedy. Now he had the people nearest to him's attention (due to the tray) and the more observant people.
Now for the horribly dense.
Two pots and pans rose up into the air behind Kennedy, and started to clang repeatedly. All eyes were now on Kennedy.
A thin film of sweat covered Garion's face, and he had to move closer to Kennedy to continue.
Trays were wrenched out of people's hands, food still covering it. Some of the more solid and light food items rose as well, until it looked like Kennedy was floating amid the contents of the cafeteria garbage can.
Say something
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Post by ken on Jan 12, 2009 18:09:32 GMT -5
Years of pulling elaborate pranks had given Kennedy a great sense of timing, which he was more then willing to use now.
"EVERYONE IS TO STOP FIGHTING!" he ordered. He quickly realized that this would be about as effective as his shouting had been earlier. Except now they were just going to actively ignore him, instead of passively doing so.
"DON'T FORCE ME TO ACT!" the tutor continued. Kennedy waved a hand, and several other trays joined Garion's already impressive swirling mass. The stress of using both Gifts was getting to Kennedy, but he toughed it out, forcing a hard look.
"Now, everyone is to evacuate the area!"
Several students exchanged glances. Most of the meeker ones were already moving. The Cavanites might have caused more trouble, had it not been the Head of their House hovering there. Instead they meekly slinked away.
A group of Almasians looked about ready to argue. Fortunately Kennedy saw them, and jerked his head. A hefty tray of food splattered near them, which soon changed their minds.
Once it looked like everyone was going to file out, Kennedy slowly started lowering himself, taking deep breaths and focusing.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 12, 2009 18:19:30 GMT -5
Garion was very tired, but fought it, hoping his energy would return to him soon. He trudged over to where Kennedy was.
"Good... *gasp*... Job...."
Garion hastily pulled up a chair and sat down, trying not to look too tired.
"So how is all this going to be cleaned up...?"
Garion had a sinking feeling he wouldn't like the answer.
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Post by ken on Jan 12, 2009 22:15:44 GMT -5
Garion looked about as tired as Kennedy felt. The Cavan head found a seat and collapsed in it, rubbing his face. He then chuckled to himself, shaking his head.
Leaning forward, he looked at Garion, still smiling.
"We don't, that's for sure," admitted the tutor. "I'm a tutor, not a janitor. No, they've got someone who's supposed to do the cleaning. Probably a skilled telekinetic. Well, more skilled then us."
Kennedy then wobbled to his feet, stretching. The motion rocked him a bit, and he lurched forward, taking a wobbly step. Chuckling again, Kennedy shook his head.
"Think I overdid it a bit there," he muttered. Rubbing his face again, he looked to Garion. "What say we raid the kitchen? There's a stash of energy drinks in there, and it just so happens that I know exactly where they are. Emergency rations for just this type of situation. C'mon."
Kennedy waved to Garion, then started lurching toward the kitchen, chuckling as he stepped around more splattered food. It was funny when you didn't have to clean up the mess.
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