I think it’s because he has this uncanny ability to play any sport ever made…or…it could be this annoying trend to have all the girls eyes focus on him when he walks by. I think all that pressure’s getting to him so Dr Evil is going to help him by draining him of all human emoti—ack.” With a friendly push, Mat had tossed Damon across the hall and into a group of girls who were, of course, goggling at Mat.

“Hey girls…sorry ‘bout that. How about I make it up to you by helping you all with your homework.” He said in an over the top suggestive tone. This of course only got the group of girls to start throwing things at him. He ran, laughing out loud, to catch up to Drex and Mat. They were still talking about the counselor…

“She is kinda creepy. I have her for the next two weeks. I guess my lack of ‘motivation in the classroom’ has made me her current victim. Hey Mat, if you want I can start crying in my session…maybe she’ll have to spend so much time comforting me that the session will run late and cancel yours for the day.” Mat just laughed shaking his head.

OOC:Just letting you know I am still here and filling some space. :P

Damon

Damon laughed as Mat joked about Erik's jacket. He could tell taht Matt was one of those who tried to lighten a heavy situation.

"I tried that look already. At first when I moved here. Erik...He kinda stuck up for me a few times. It usually ended up with both of us getting the crap beat out of us, but It made me like the guy, y'know. So I went out and found a second hand trench and wore it for awhile. But" And Damon smile at the memory, "I kept catching the coat on my skateboard. I still have a scar from the final time I wore the trench." He said moving the hair off his neck to reveal a wicked looking scar running from the base of his head down to his shoulder. "Kinda ran into a tree with a sawed off branch." Mat winced "Decided then and there that I would leave the trench to Erik."

Damon hefted Mat's pack to his other shoulder, wondering what the boy was carrying. The back pack weighed a ton. From what he could gather of Tex...it likely was ALL books.

Damon took the lead through alleys and streets, knowing, by experience, how to get to Erik's unseen. Worry started to creep in on Damon. Erik was still uncounscious and He had the eerie feeling that they were being stalked. Every corner seemed to be a great hiding place for someone to catch them.It wasn't like Erik lived close...it was a walk to get to his house, but they were almost there.

Mat startled him by saying “Do you know where Trench Coat lives, Mouse? If it isn’t too far, I think we should take him there. And if he’s not better by the time we get to his place, we’ll call 911 and have ‘em send an ambulance. What do you think?”

"Sounds good. He lived at the end of this block here. but his parents are going to ask questions. They may be able to help though." In a few more minutes they were at the house. Mouse ran up to the door and tried it. No go, it was locked. He pounded on the door and waited. Soon Mrs Benoit opened the door.

"Damon..." She saw Erik. "Wha...What happened!" Quickly they related the story that they had agreed on. They were playing basketball with Erik on the sidelines and then he started walking of and fainted. They had not been able to revive him. She called out for Mr Benoit and in a flurry of raised voices and phone calls, they carried Erik to their car and drove away to the hospital, leaving Mat and Damon standing in their doorway.

OOC:Sorry Erik...Damon has a cell phone...call him if you get out of the hospital. :)

Damon and Mat looked at each other.

"I'll call and check in on him later." Damon said as they started walking down the road. The afternoon...the whole day had seemed just strange. The Psyche lady, burying David's feet in the ground, then completely using his power in front of Mat. He picked up a rock and started tossing it from hand to hand. "So..." Damon said, suddenly feeling the weight of awkward avoidance of talking about his powers...about what happened. He was never one to avoid the hard topic though so he looked at Mat "I know you said my secret is safe...And I believe it. But...d-do you think I'm a little freak, now?"

The thought of losing a friend just as he was making one was...irritating. he couldn't see Mat just blowing him off, but having someone just move the earth around wasn't the normal everyday teen angst friends usually had to put up with either.

"It's Ok if you do, man... I think I'm a freak...I just like to know where I stand."

Damon

ooc: sorry, I thought you or Erik were next to post.  :P

Damon left Mat and ran back to the storage room. He wondered what Mat was going to do.

What a strange afternoon, he thought to himself. First the counselor, then sticking David’s feet in the ground, completely giving himself away by pulling up the ground over at the basketball courts and now this. It looked to Damon like he wasn’t the only one with a secret.

He stood over the unconscious Erik, lying on the couch. “How did you do that, man? Why were you dry and everyone else soaked?” He shook his head “’re you a storm maker?” He knew the answer though, crazy as it seemed. But it was no more insane than moving rock around.

He sat on the ground and felt the concrete floor under him…he felt the walls, the metal door…But he could not feel the wooden shelves. ~hm…I guess wood isn’t earth.~ he thought to himself. He lay his hand on the floor, just getting the feel of the rock and dirt mixed into the hardened concrete. He moved the rock around and his hand went under the concrete as if he were playing in a sand box. He scooped a handful and studied it in his hand. He made the rock grow dense and hard then soften to dark sandy grains in his hand. He dropped them down to the ground and then had the grains rise back up and wrap around his hand until his hand was covered. Then he hardened the rock again. It was like a stone glove around his hand, but he could still move his fingers and hand normally. He smiled. This would be nice to have if he were surrounded by a bunch of big guys ready to knock him around. He looked at the stone glove and made them sharp and pointed at the end of the fingers.

His smile grew wider.

He sat there playing with the earth around him until he heard running down the hall toward his door. He looked at Erik, still lying on the couch, breathing, but unconscious; then he looked back at the door. With a wave of his hand, the floor in front of him smoothed out from his earlier manipulations, though he kept a small fist full of the earth.

The door opened and Mat quickly slipped in.

“Everything OK?” Damon asked.

“Just perfect.” Mat said with an impish smile. “With luck we won’t have to deal with them again today.”

He looked around and spotted Erik Still on the couch. “Still down?” he said

Damon nodded “Yeah…not a word from him. Maybe we should get someone to take him to the doctor?” He said. He had no idea what would show up if he did really have powers, but he didn’t know what else to do to help his friend. “You still up for carrying him?” Despite the practice, basket ball and hauling Erik all over the place; Mat looked like he could still run 5 miles. He picked up Erik and they left their hiding place.

OOC:Erik...you still out there? :)

Damon

DM Handle:xilanin

Character Name: Xil Corender

Mentor:Cairma

Status(Trainee, TG, Warder):Trainee

Brief Physical Description: 5 ft 2 in 'bout 110 lbs

Damon was walking through the hallway wondering where he had put his homework. He had put it in his book...he was sure he did...He could remember it clearly this morning...His dad giving him a hard time about his grades and he picked it up yelled at his dad that he had done his homework last night and shoved the paper in his bag. Right before his dad started to tell him what a loser he was turning out to be.

-maybe he's right- he thought. Damon shook his head clearing that thought out. He would not do that to himself...His dad was a total jerk and Damon wasn't about to start believing what he said. starting to jog to his locker, he didn't see the boy casually walking the other way...what ensued was  like a rainshower of paper, books and a few choice words from both kids. " Ah, man I am so sorry."  Damon lookup and was surprised to see a familiar face. "Dreggs...is that you?"  Drex's lips compressed into two thin lines at the name that used to annoy him so much. "Man it is so cool to see you! Didn't you run off to live in mexico or something?"

Drex nodded at this.

"Things have been crazy around here in the last year... You have no idea!" Damon thought briefly about Mat and his fire and Erik with his weather thing. He couldn't tell Drex about that though, it wouldn't exactly be right to throw his friend out in the public about their secret...He wasn't even ready to have people know about what he could do

--Hey drex, I can make mountains and make my own doors through brick and metal. Oh and if you need a sandblaster to remove paint...just let me know.--

Yeah, that wasn't happening.

"So what's up with you, man? How was mexico?

Damon Jord

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! He thought in his mind. He looked at Mat and couldn’t find the words to say…there was no way to explain this, no way to talk his way out of this. He was busted…Big Time!

What would happen? What would Mat do? Would he run screaming to the school…to the closest Science Lab?

He looked at Mat as he studied the rock formation jutting up from the court.

“It was you. Wasn’t it? At the practice field, it was you,” There was no question in Mat’s voice this time. The only Damon could do was nod, He had nowhere to go on this one. He watched Mat to see what he was going to do.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Mouse,” Mat said without hesitation. Damon was skeptical. He had learned long ago that you couldn’t completely trust anyone…but Mat was different. He took a breath. He really had no choice but to trust him. The only way to make sure his secret was safe would be to kill Mat, and there was no way that was going to happen. He relaxed a little bit. “I won’t tell a soul,” Mat continued. “In fact, even though you obviously didn’t do this on purpose, it must be fate. I have someth…”

The thunderclap blasted anything Mat was going to say (along with scaring the crap out of Damon). Then the sky opened up with a sudden fury of rain and wind. It was bizarre. A moment ago it was completely clear. Damon and Mat ran for cover and entered through a doorway. Immediately, Damon heard noises that were all to familiar. Shouts coming from around the corner. Sudden dread filled him because he thought he knew what he would find around that corner. Rushing to see if Erik was in the middle of another smackdown he found something he had not expected to see.

“ What the hell?!” Mat shouted, watching the unbelievable scene in front of them.

Erik was in the middle of a circle of half the wrestling team…but they were getting nowhere near him. Suddenly, the ring of boys fell as if thrown back. Then Erik’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell to the ground.

“We have to get him out of here,” Mat said as they both rushed forward.

Mat checked on the jerks all lying on the floor as Damon rushed to Erik. He felt the side of his neck and was relieved to find a pulse. Suddenly it hit Damon…Erik was dry. Everyone else was soaked (or worse) but Erik had not been touched by any of it.

Without hardly any effort Mat walked hefted Erik’s limp form and was carrying him out the door. The wrestlers were just starting to move again as the door slammed behind them.

As the clouds faded and the sunlight shown on the scene, Mat said “We certainly can’t just leave him here. Where can we take him?”

Damon smiled for the first time. “I’ll buy us a little time.” He looked at the door and concentrated. He did not want to bring down the whole building, just move a little rock. He had done very little of this on purpose, but he concentrated. The floor rose in front of the door by a good three feet, effectively blocking the door from opening. With a shrug he looked at Mat. “Can you carry him further?” Damon asked. Mat nodded.

“Follow me.” Damon knew of a little room that was barley ever used. The walked down the hall and turned down a dark narrow hall to a door. He opened the door and made room for Mat and Erik. “There is an old sofa toward the back…this has been turned into storage cause no one ever uses it.”

Mat took the still unconscious Erik and laid him on the sofa. There was silence…then damon looked at his new friend. “Thanks.” He said. He wanted to say so much more…tell him that in one day he felt like he could trust him as much as the small group of friends he had known for a few years. But instead he just gave a sideways smile and said, “I knew your football physique would come in handy.”

He looked down at Erik and felt his neck again, wondering why he hadn’t revived yet…Damon was worried.

Damon Jord

COunt me in...Maybe I'll get closer to finding my Father. :)

Hey all...I am looking for  a couple peeps for an RP.

WS 2-3 New Roads to Travel (two months later)*

Student has begun training with mentor and has learned basic movements, has been practicing a basic fitness routine, and has begun training in a philosophy. This is the given for this part of your training. What do you have to do:

Student will encounter two other members of the Warders Division and a conflict will arise. Student must respond.

- will either fight, flee, or resolve the conflict

- minimum 10 posts for entire RP

I will be fighting back, though I am not sure what the conflict would be.

So, anyone up for a fight???

Xil

Damon looked over at the bleachers and then around the park. Erik had gone. Damon was a little irked, first Erik usually stayed around, even if he was not much into sports...but today he seemed to be really on edge. Damon was actually a bit worried about him.

Wiping beads of sweat off his forehead, he dribbled the ball and shrugged. "He gets moody sometimes, especially around people he doesn't know. Not the trusting type exactly. Don't take it personally. Once he gets to know you he may open up...a little at least. He really is pretty cool you just have to get to know him a little." And with that Damon tossed in a three pointer.

"11-10. I'm not wearing you out am I?" For someone who was playing  after two hours of football practice, Damon was impressed with the level Mat was playing at. Mat just smiled that goofy smile of his and tossed his own shot in off the backboard.

"11-11. And nah, I'm just getting warmed up."

The game continued that way for a while until they were 18-18. Damon could not keep ahead of Tex. He was fast and tall and was really good at defending his hoop. It didn't help that he was right on almost every time he shot.

19-18

19-19

19-20

Tex was driving in and Damon was right behind him. tex leapt to take his final blow by slaming the ball, but Damon ran up behind him and jumped. He could feel it again. the surge of thought and power, a lift from beneath his feet that brought him higher in the air than he could possibly have achieved himself. ask the ball was speeding toward the basket, Damon swiped his hand and smacked the ball out of Mat's hands. They both landed, mat with a look of surprise on his face, Damon with a mixture of power and dread. They looked at each other for a moment and then both turned toward center court.

Rising up from outside the key was a miniature sheer mountain about 4 feet high and about 2x2 width.

Mat looked back at Damon. Damon just felt...exposed. He gaped at the mountain that he had created...that had come from him. Fear...fear of what his new found friend would say, gripped him and the urge to run like hell out of the park and back to the safe confines of his bedroom was almost too much to bear. But...He couldn't. Damon looked up into Mat's face and found the boy smiling...almost laughing.

Damon Jord

Exposed Rock Freak

"It will be as you say, Cairma. I will obey the rules." He said as he touched his fingertips to his heart. This was the gesture taught to him by his mother..a formal promise.

"The Only question I have is...Is there a way to look up Warders and Tower Guards who are Kandori? My Father...he doesn't even know I exist. He never knew that my mother was pregnant. I would like to check with the tower guards and warders that are here to see if they know anything."

He thought of the rest of what Cairma had said. "The only other question I have is: When do I start my training?" He grinned and hefted his swords. he was eager to use them and could hardly wait to be able to do some of the things he had seen in the yards.

Xil

Xil perked up. He told Cairma about sitting with his mother at nights while she told him of his father…a Kandori warrior. He had come through the town and had caught the eye of his mother. Over a short time they had developed a relationship and the Kandori had stayed with his mother, but then he was called away. He had left a woman who would wait for him to return and never marry. He had also left a son that he did not know about. His mother did not know until he had been gone a month.

Xil thought he would get past her with that, but Cairma asked “What called him away?”

Xilanin paused and then took a deep breath. Letting it out he looked at her, “He was called back to the White Tower…He was training to be a warder.” He thought he could see a certain understanding bloom in her eyes. “I know it is a crazy wool-headed thing to think…but I—I know that he is here. I have always thought of training to be a warrior and once my mother …died, I knew what I had to do. I had to come here and find him. Once I got here…and I saw everyone training, I also saw that this is what I was meant to do as well. But I still want to seek him out.” He stopped his rush of words as he stared at the ground, almost afraid to look at his mentor, but he raised his eyes to her. “Will you help me?”

He had never really had to ask someone for help before…not for something this important, but there was a lot he had never done until he had left the confines of his small world. He knew that he was going to have to be something…someone that he had never been before.

Xil

I’m going to point Brand this way just to let him see what is happening. I don’t want this resolved right off…I want to see how this develops. :)

Hmmm...Cookie crumbs

*Follows Trail*

*Sees feet*

*Follows feet up to legs to body then to Cairma*

Aaagghh! Oh, it's you. Um...I'm here and active. :)

I think you're the greatest Mentor EVER!!!  ;D  ;D  ;D

"If I may be so bold, what had you so entranced? You looked rather serious for a moment there."

It was such a simple question. But Xil wasn’t sure he was ready to share anything about his father. And yet, he needed help or he would never find him. The white tower was a massive place with thousands of people, he could not do this on his own. So, tentatively, he started:

“I..I was thinking about my parents.” The words were not coming easily. He could feel himself tense up against this. What if she thought he was too weak to be a warder…too caught up with his own life? Would she kick him out? Tell him he was not fit to do this work? But he had to know. “ I never knew my father and…I was just thinking of him.”

He did not look at his mentor, afraid to see disappointment in her eyes. He would be a Warder, but he knew that he had to take care of this…

Xil

Damon gave Erik what could only be construed as the evil eye. “Don’t mind Erik…he really is OK. I think his dark jacket just gets the better of him sometimes.” Damon said smacking him on the arm and giving him a “look”.

He knew that when it came to the sports crowd, hanging around always led to Erik getting the tar beat out of him; but that was no reason to be completely rude. But Damon shrugged it off. At least Erik was coming with them, it meant that he was at least giving Tex a chance.

Damon took the ball from Mat and was rolling it from hand to hand as they walked to the court. He could feel, for a moment, that the ground was moving in the same way as the ball. A shift in the ground actually made Erik stumble, so Damon just held the ball in his hand the rest of the way to the court. The other two were very quiet and Damon didn’t know if it was that they were eyeing each other or if it was because they were suspicious of him. He still couldn’t believe he stuck David into the ground. He looked at the other two, Erik apparently in deep thought and Mat looking between Damon and Erik. The silence was too much to bear. Damon wasn’t one for silence or deep thought…he liked the noise, talking and action.

So he started to talk. “ I got to talk to Dr Evil today.” The other two looked at him ”Ms Bernes, the counselor. She tried the whole ‘I’m here for you’ Thing. Totally lame. But she seems nice enough. Not to mention, she’s completely Hot! It’s a wonder she’s single. She’s good too, I almost felt like talking to her, but…” He thought of the whole incident and his thoughts were a bit fuzzy when it came to the session. He shrugged it off ‘Pssh, whatever. What were the girls all talking about today, they were acting very exclusive. Tex you wait till you meet Jenna and Ella, they’re pretty cool. I’m surprised I haven’t seen Jenna around this afternoon, She is usually getting out of swimming by now.”

They arrived at the courts and Damon tossed the ball to Tex. “You gonna play in those?” he said pointing to the boots he had on. Tex laughed and started dribbling. Football may have been Mat’s game, but the court was Damon’s field. The faced each other and Tex did the same thing most people did with Damon. Tex thought his height would be a handicap to him. He could tell in the way people played. But Damon was fast, and  after stealing the ball from Tex a couple times, he could see Tex shift his playing style…take him a bit more seriously…Game was on.

Damon was smiling. “I thought you were good at sports, Tex.” He said and then drove in and went to lay up, but a hand came from nowhere and stuffed him.  Tex walked back half court with the ball…

“I’m Ok.” He said with a smile. Then he drove in and dunked the ball.

“OK now that is something I may never be able to do. Damon said. He got the ball back and went to drive in when Tex said, “So what do you think happened to Dave?”

Damon tripped on his feet and skidded to a halt under the basket. He looked at Tex and then to Erik.

He shrugged “I dunno.”

Damon

Very Inconspicuous

Cairma walked off into the yards and Xil saw her pick up a couple students and start working with them. The boy, Connor, was one of them. Even though she had berated him earlier, he looked like he could handle himself pretty well, Xil saw as Cairma worked with them.

Xil brought his attention back to the swords he had been working on with the oil and the whetstone. He took the rag and wiped the excess oil and started over as Cairma had shown him. He felt…calm. He felt as if he now had a purpose and he was moving forward. He would be a Warder…someday. Though not anytime soon, he knew. He could barely swing a sword without knocking something over or likely doing himself more harm than any others. But that was ok. He trusted Cairma, He could tell that she would be tough, but that toughness was for training and for him to be able to be a warder in fact and not only in name. He knew at that moment that his life had been without direction up until his mother died. Had she lived, he would have spent his life on the farm, letting the world and its events pass him by. But now, now he had a sense of the world and what he could contribute to it.

He finished his first sword and took a deep breath. The fresh air filling his lungs. He set the sword aside and started on his other sword. He still had the question of his Father. He knew the man was here somewhere. After spending some time with Cairma, he thought that he could tell her about his father. He would talk to her when she came back, and then maybe he would be able to…he hoped he could… find the man who had been with his mother nearly sixteen or seventeen years ago.

He let his mind wander on his father…on what kind of man he would be. He could be one of the Tower Guards that guard the walls and gates here. Or, He could be a warder guarding one of the Aes Sedai. He was sure to be an amazing fighter. Images of valiant warriors went through his mind. Strong, quick and selfless. Somewhere he knew that this was a sort of innocent view of things, but he didn’t care. He would find the man who was his father.

At that moment he slipped with the stone and felt the blade bite into his finger. He stuck his bleeding finger in his mouth and looked at the blade. The image cut into this blade was a pair of dice…with Pips. The dark ones eyes. This was a good roll or a bad roll depending on the game you were playing. Of course that was the moment that Cairma came back.

“You OK?” She asked.

“Yeah…just a little cut. But I’m finished, and it looks like I did a good job.” He said with a smile and holding up his bleeding index finger. He wiped the blood off and picked up his weapons along with the oil and rags. He had splattered a bit on himself, but these weren’t exactly nice clothes either.

He looked at his mentor wanting to talk to her about his father. But he waited to see what she wanted him to do next.

OOC: Wasn’t sure if you wanted me to start talking about my father here or start a different thread. Maybe we could get brand involved too…since he is my father. :)

Xil

Weapons in hand…look out world!

OOC: just an update on your post Mat. I sank David into the ground not Matthew Connelly the third. :)

Eric had taken the bait and as they talked for a moment about the mortality risk of Damon joining the football team, Mat had made his way over to them.

“You okay, Mouse?” he asked.

“what?  Oh, them? Psh, no worries about them, I can take anything they can throw at me.” Damon said laughing it off.

“Thanks for watching my back out there, but I think I can handle those guys.” Mat smiled  “Still, thanks. I appreciate it. Hey, did you see what happened with David? Weird, huh?”

Damon winced. “Yeah, crazy.” He was going to say something else but the coaches called the players back to the field

Mat said, “Hey, Mouse. If you aren’t busy after practice, maybe we can hang out.” Turning slightly, he added to the other guy, “Nice coat, man,” then sprinted back to take his place on the field.

Damon nodded and watched the players line up to continue practice.

-Did he notice?- Damon thought. –Should I care if he did…maybe…maybe I can tell someone. Maybe my friends wouldn’t think I was a freak.-

He looked at Erik “You can come with us if you want.”Erik gave shrug that Damon thought meant yes.

Soon practice was over and Mat was running out of the locker room, showered and back in regular clothes. They started heading out.

“Those were some nice moves out there, bro.” Damon said. “I especially like seeing Connelly taken down a peg or two. You were totally on fire, man. Though…you weren’t trying to catch me. That would have been a completely different story.” He laughed

They walked off the school grounds, Damon following the new kid. He didn’t care where they were going, so he just let Mat lead the way.

OOC: Lead on…let's share some secrets!!! Erik, I kinda left this open for you to come with us.

Damon Jord

Mat was funny! He made Damon laugh out loud. Most of the troubles of the day faded with the laughter. Mat really did look like a dumb hick when he started to drool, which made Damon laugh harder.

The older boy kept things light and talked about football and science and stuff.

“What about you, little Mouse? How do you keep from getting stepped on? And what do you do around here when you’re not coming up with clever nicknames for new kids?”

“Ha, stepped on, no one around here is fast enough!” It was true, Damon was small but he could run faster than most of the kids he had seen. And he had proven this both against the guys in track and the guys in football. But he wasn’t one to really brag, that would just be lame.

Instead he said “Football is pretty cool. I like most sports but usually stick to basketball & boarding. Science and Math aren’t my best subjects.  I do a bit of music. And…well I can draw some cool stuff. I like reading but I don’t get around to it much, I’m usually out doing stuff…like running away from people who want to step on me.” He said, with a laugh.

“I thought about playing football once..but,” He shrugged “ just never did it. Other than that, I just hang with a few friends.” At this he turned and noticed that the others had already left. He looked down at his watch and saw that next class started in about ten minutes.

“We better get going. You don’t want to piss off your teachers in the first day.” They started walking out to the hall. “Though, you could probably do that drooling thing and they would let you off the hook.” Mat laughed at this. “Hey, man, I am out of class for last period, Maybe I’ll come see what kinda moves you have on the field. Gotta run.” And with that, Damon took off to get to his next class before he was late again.

Mat was cool…Damon thought he would make a good friend.

OOC: If you don’t want to end this here or you wanted to go in another direction…let me know. I can adjust this if you want me to.

Damon “The Mouse”

Xil looked at the two swords and gave them a practice swing together. He nearly knocked over a barrel of practice swords. He looked sheepishly back at his mentor but she just smiled…or rather, she looked like she was trying not to laugh.

“I would like to try to learn how to use both at the same time. “ He said looking at Cairma’s two swords.

Then choose two more weapons” She said.

Xil turned and searched some more He liked the idea of using a staff. He had seen others working with them out in the yard and thought this would be a good weapon. Hi picked up a quarterstaff and hefted the wood for a moment. It was well kempt and had strange carvings at the end, but it felt very thick in his hands. He looked around a bit more and found a smaller staff made out of, the weaponsmith said, bamboo. He said that it was very strong and light. This one was tipped with metal on the ends.

As he was walking towards the front to put the staff with his swords, Xilanin saw a set of knives. Cairma explained that these could be used for both in-fighting and throwing. Each of the five knives had a different picture emblazoned on them and they each attached to a different part of the body. One on the waist, one for each wrist, one for the lower leg and one behind the back. Xil took these as well.

He looked at the pile of weapons before him and wondered if he would ever be able to wield these as he had seen others do in the yard. So far they seemed so alien to him…like when his mother had taught him to write. It felt so strange.

He looked at his mentor. “I think these are my weapons.”

Xil

Cairma’s Mentee

OOC: alway like to have things move along :)

-Oh man!- Damon thought as he watched  coach dig out David’s feet from the ground.    –What if they find out about me? What if I didn’t stop at his feet?-

Thoughts of talking to the principal, explaining this to his parents…his Dad, ran through his mind. Something like this could mess up his life forever. Damon’s imagination exploded with mobs of government agents tracking him down like a dog and throwing him into some facility where they study freaks. In the comics, people with powers were heroes, but in real life he could not see that happening. He stared on as the coach got one foot loose and then started on the other.

A tap to Damon's shoulder scared the crap out of him.  He looked over to see Erik, a big grin on his face, saying, "So, what happened with him?"

“Nothing! I didn’t…I mean…he, uh, was just standing there and, uh, then his feet were stuck. We were yelling at each other and…I don’t know he musta stepped into a hole or something.”

-Lame, Jord!- he thought to himself. Usually his mouth could get him out of any jam, but this just threw him completely off balance. Hoping Erik didn’t notice. He kept silent until they worked on getting the other foot unstuck. Without looking, Damon could feel people looking at him. Mat from the field…Erik beside him. Shaking his head he looked over at Erik.

“So, What’s up? I didn’t think football was your thing.” Damon said, hoping to change the subject into a totally different direction. “ I was actually thinking, again, of, um, trying out…”  -Take the bait, man.- Damon thought. He would much rather face his friends about joining the team, instead of explaining that he was...weird. No matter how much he wanted to tell them.

Damon Jord

Daemon, huh…Check out the meaning of jord.  8)

“How about an accident?” Xil said. It felt as if all eyes turned on him. Conor scoffed a bit, but Sahra looked at him encouragingly.

“I mean the hair dye. It could be an accident. I’ve seen Aran walk through the dining hall at noon bell sometimes. We could stage an ‘accident’ as he is walking through. I will carry my plate and cup of drink and bump into him. The drink would be the dye. I…I could make sure that the bump made a spectacular splash.” He waited to see what the others thought.  He could feel the warmth of the draft he was drinking running through him along with the warmth of sahra’s gaze…-STOP IT!- He thought to himself. And he looked around at the others.

“What do you think?”

They were done with warm ups and Mat came by to get a drink…

“Who is that guy?”  Mat asked

“Who, the quarterback? Matthew Connolly… the Third,” Damon said, barely containing the contempt in his voice. It didn’t help that Connolly was good at it either.

The coach yelled for Mat to get back in the game and he left with a parting shot… “If you like football so much Mouse, why don’t you try out for the team?” And then Mat was gone.

This one comment sent Damon spiraling. he wanted to be a part of the game…to do something he knew he would be good at. But it also brought up all the arguments against it. His friends telling him he was too small. Connolly and his gang telling him he would never make it. Not that he listened to Connolly, but it made him doubt himself…and that sent waves of frustration and irritation through him. He sat there Brooding for a moment when…

CRACKK!! Connolly went down hard. Tex had come from nowhere and laid the boy flat. It was perfect…it was beauty in motion.

“Yehheah!!Whooo! Nice Moves!” Damon yelled out as Mat helped Connolly up. Damon shook his head, that boy was too nice for his own good. But, man, he was good on the field. A strong runner and quick.

He watched a few more plays go by and Mat was in on both of them. He could tell that Connolly was getting mad. He started yelling at the linemen to guard better. He was talking to his cronies, David and Richard, while they were in huddle. This was not good. “Watch yourself, man.” Damon said out loud, though Mat couldn’t hear, Damon hoped he knew what he was up against. They may be rich kids, but they knew their game too. And Connolly the third did NOT like to be made to look bad.

Damon looked at the coach. The coach was looking at Tex and nodding his approval. Giving him instructions. A few more plays went by and Mat was in on another one, this time intercepting right out of the hands of Richard. The whistle blew and Mat stopped just as David ran full bore from behind and took Mat down hard. Before he realized it, Damon was up and running onto the field. The coach came running too and was checking on Mat.

“What the hell, man!” Damon said pushing David. David, Richard and Connolly were congratulating each other, but now they each faced him.

“Get off the field, punk!” David said towering over him by a good foot or so. But Damon was never one to be intimidated.

“I’m a punk? That was a totally lame play! What? You couldn’t take that someone was playing  better than you?“ Damon didn’t know why he was getting so angry. He knew it was part of the game. But seeing someone he considered…a friend smacked down ignited something in him. He had that strange feeling sweep over him, again. He was trying to fight it. He knew doing anything like he had done in the shopping mall would not be something he could ever explain. So he just clenched his fists and, probably for the first time in his life, tried to control his temper. The three boys walked right up and got in his face.

Before they could say anything, though, the coach came up.

“We have a problem gentlemen?!” he shouted.

“No Coach.” The three said back in unison. The coach turned his gaze to Damon.

“Jord?” The coach said

Damon looked past the coach and saw that Mat was fine. He was actually chuckling at Damon as he gave a little wave.

“No problems coach.” Damon said as he turned to walk off the field.

“What the…?!” He heard behind him. He looked and found David leaning on the other two and the coach staring at the ground, a confused look on his face.

David’s feet were buried in the ground up to his ankles. The ground was not soft, there was no mud, no holes; His feet were just there...stuck about 5 inches underground. Feeling the blood drain from his face, he turned and walked back out to the bleachers and watched them dig the David out.

Damon

Damon smiled as the guy made a crack about Smurfs. He never had a problem with his size (except when it came to sports) Usually it gave him an upper edge because either people wanted to protect him…or severely underestimated him. Luckily, with Tex, Damon could tell his first instinct was right on, He was quick and he seemed pretty friendly, too.

Damon pulled out a couple strands of his light brown hair “Mouse, huh?” He said with a sideways grin. “OK Tex,” He said dropping the hair to the ground an shaking his hand “Welcome to the Vandorf Lyons Academy. Nothin really to know except watch yourself.”

Damon looked around and found Connelly’s group. Oddly enough Connelly was looking over at Ella and his girlfriend was glaring at him. Damon looked away and scanned the rest of the cafeteria. Most of the kids here were rich brats who had mostly shunned him. His circle of friend consisted of a few others who were in the same situation.  He didn’t really mind, but he also wouldn’t mind things being different either…

“These guys are all uppity rich kids.” He shrugged. “Not a big deal, I wouldn’t mind being rich, but if you’re not…just be careful. Other than that, most of the teachers are cool. The principal’s a bit of  a jerk…and so are a couple of the coaches. But not too bad. The school is suuuuuuwhheeet. My last school was a fairly average school, you know…a little paint on the walls, nothing worked right, but this school has all kinds of cool stuff: Clubs and equipment, a pool, heck they even have clean desks.”

Connelly’s group was laughing as his girl stormed out of the cafeteria. Connelly was still looking at Ella. Damon wrinkled his eyebrows wondering what was going on in that boy’s head.

“Anyway, Tex, What about you? I bet you play sports…kinda the dumb jock type?” Damon asked jokingly. He thought, probably jock for certain, but the boy did not seem dumb. He seemed the type to take a little needling, though.

Damon

No...no chat clients. between work and school, i'm never at my own computer.  :-\ No worries, I know life get's crazy.  ;D

Xil

Just bringing this back to the first page. :)

Everyone was laughing and the drinks kept coming. Xil did not know where they came from, but they sure tasted good.

After a while his head became extremely hazy and all he could hear was the raucous laughter from the group of men at the bar giving the barmaid and her help a hard time. Sahra kept muttering about the men and Xil, taken from a sudden urge to temper these men, got up and walked over to them. He heard mutterings (or yelling…he couldn’t tell anymore) from behind him. Urged on he walked up to the first man.

“You have opened your wool-headed mouths quite enough! Leave these maids be and leave this place!” He was sure that is what came out of his mouth…that is, at least what he had meant to say, but the men seemed not to understand.

As one barmaid walked by to take a platter to another table, one of the men leered at her with a grimy grin on his face. Xilanin had had enough. He threw an ill placed punch at the man and hit him on the jaw. The man did not fall like Xil thought he would, he just turned and lifted Xil of the ground.

“Lad…I am please to give ye yer first lesson of Bar etiquette.” With that xil caught the man’s fist on the side of his cheek and flew through the air, landing not two feet from their table, but Sahra and the others were already rushing towards the men at the bar. Rubbing his cheek, Xil stood on unsteady legs and ran back into the fray.

OOC: Not sure what you all had in mind for this thread…but as we ar supposed to bust up the place…I though I might get us started. Hope you don’t mind! If you do, let me know and I will change this.

Xil

Young Drunk Trainee