Doctor Jones | Male | 27 | Physics Teacher | Reality Bending, Teleportation, Pyromancy | Tags: OpenHis thoughts were very distracted by the fire, watching the controlled flames burn the paper he held, the ash from the pages falling to the floor. Embers would glow faintly, before vanishing, leaving it dark and colourless. He blinks, before carefully removing his sunglasses, staring at them and contemplating his options. What was he supposed to do now?
He absolutely did run away from that conversation he was having with Midas, after nearly choking on some coffee, stuff just got awkward and he had made up an excuse and maybe he could have remained in there? But, uh, maybe not? No. He didn’t take part in specific types of conversation because he hated having to answer questions related to them. Nah. He didn’t like emotional conversations.
... No, he definitely didn’t run away from Midas because he didn’t want to talk about feelings or things, he only left because he wanted to return to... Whatever he was doing now. Burning stuff. Damaging stuff in his own classroom because that was the only place he could damage things without being told off.
Jones was too distracted by his thoughts to pay attention to his classroom, without his ring on his powers were unconsciously affecting the area, things were becoming unsettled and shifted from their usual places. Not that he would realise this, even if he knew what his powers did, he was too busy telling himself that nothing was wrong. The distractions stop when he suddenly turns, spotting the mug about to fall, dashing towards it in an attempt to catch it before it ends up off the desk. Instead of catching it, he trips, falling to the ground and hitting the desk, and the mug ends up falling anyway. So now he had to deal with a broken mug. Just great. Why didn’t his powers stop the mug from breaking? Jones had absolutely no idea. Maybe it was because that mug contained the coffee he drank that he didn’t like. . . What a dumb reason to allow it to break.
The Doctor gets himself up from the floor, rubbing his head where he hit the desk, waving his other hand and watching the pieces of the mug reverse-fall and return to the desk. Too many to repair, it seemed, he didn’t have the patience to try and put every shard back together just so he could use the mug again. Whatever. He was busy or something.
AssassinPerson wrote: Rex | Male | 17 | Student | Immortality, Empathy, Animal Manipulation | Tags: Lavender
“Thank you!” He smiles quite brightly, happy to hear the complement. “I’m gonna go and tell them all, after school. I’m sure they will be really happy to hear that!” Rex would tuck each photo away neatly in one of his pockets, making sure to not damage any of them, he cared a lot about the pictures. “I’ll have to ask them if it’s okay for me to bring a friend over, as well. Some of them are really nervous around humans because they are scared of getting hurt”