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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 18:19:47 GMT
wearing [ x ] wc; 430 ish tagged; open as heck It was a quiet weekend evening in the scopic Denwalt library, a light blanket of dust gathering over the unused school books, not to be touched until late Sunday evening when freshmen and seniors alike all flood the towering shelves and sing the siren’s song of procrastination with great urgency. But, tonight was a Saturday. Saturday’s there was barely a whisper, a tumbleweed blowing through the aerial oaken aisles where sleepy feline’s napped between aged cafe au lait dissertations about alternate reality theories and the medicinal use of peyote. Saturday’s you could hear the click-clacking against marble floor of a vexed librarian from a mile away. But, for a Saturday, this was the natural habitat of a bantam eighteen year old girl with a mess of swarthy seafoam hair that never seemed to lay just right, with her ill-fitted yet modest sweater that covered her lithe womanly attributes (or lack there of), a pair of Goodwill doc martens that likely belonged to your grandfather at some point prior. During times like these, quiet was how she liked it. Without the immature antics of younger (and sometimes older) classmates to provoke the irony of her sharp tongue with a calloused edge. Beside a window overlooking the courtyard she perched, breezy and composed, feet arched from her chair over and on top of the table (unbeknownst to the librarian), she sat. About a foot away from her face as glassy dark eyes scanned the tea stained pages of the book she was reading; Goethe’s Faust. On the table before her sat several sizable stacks of books with dissimilar themes, several crumpled pieces of paper, and two flamboyant colored pens and a box of ritz crackers she had been grazing at in lieu of dinner. Pushing against the desk she tilted her chair back, a precarious balancing act between two legs of the chair. Outside, with the cant of her head, she could see several students horsing around as day turned to evening, but for the most part all was silent. She heard a small ‘ahem’ and the clearing a phlegm and Lola turned her head back towards the lead of the aisle to see the wicked old curator glaring white hot daggers in her direction as she pushed a hefty cart of books down the main vein of the library. Lola often wondered what the old hag’s power inhered; She always assumed either longevity or some kind of sixth sense for library governance. With an eye roll she removed her feet and let her chair drop back onto all fours, averting her gaze back down onto the open faced book. |
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Xan can sense and manipulate temperatures around him. He can feel in a sense heat and coll temps from people and objects allowing him to almost see his surroundings. This is just natural and doesn't shut off. If there are too many of the same temperatures around him he can't always differentiate between the objects.
Manipulating temperatures takes focus and he can hold a temp for up to three hours as long as it doesn't exceed -20F point or 300F. Anything past that the length he can keep it up differs. He doesn't have to be in physical contact with what ever he is working with but does have to be withing three feet of it. He can heat up a 10ft radius of water as long as he is in the water. It seems that if he is in contact with water he can make the heat or cool temps travel further. If he is not concentrating it doesn't work and there is the chance of getting too hold or cold that it will burn or freeze him only when the temp is at a more extreme. Also it is stronger if he is in physical contact with the object.
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Post by XANDER REMIEL KNIGHT on Sept 6, 2015 18:39:07 GMT
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There was a whole list of things the student would rather be doing on a Saturday. However, he had to get some school work done and one of the few ways he could was to go to the library during the quieter times, meaning on a Saturday. There were a decent number of braille books and auto tapes to help him with his work. Ashford really did go through the trouble of making sure the library had a decent selection and have the text books in a way that he could either "read" them or listen to them.
Most of his test were oral and his homework was always sent by email. He had a computer with braille on the keyboard to allow him to type. It could be troublesome but Xan it was just an every day thing. He had been at the library since it opened and was finally done with all of his work and to get a head start on the next weeks lessons. He stood up and was putting the books up when he heard a familiar gruff ahem from the librarian. Xan headed towards the sound to find out what she was angry about now. He could tell it had something to do with the person sitting with the chair tilted back. Though who it was he couldn't tell. When the libraian walked past he walked over to the person and took a seat across from them. "I swear her bark is worse than her bite" He stated with a coy grin.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 20:31:51 GMT
wc; 240 tagged; XANDER REMIEL KNIGHTA carefully cultivated brow raised far beyond its natural elegant arch and her expressively soft features raised from the book her nose had been inscrutably devoted to. Her eyes had been hanging on the words ”God help us -- for art is long, and life so short.” when she had been so inconsiderately interrupted. Couldn’t they interpret the nettled expression that now contorted the delicately drawn characteristics? Lola’s appearance hardly screamed amicability from her sour expression to her stand offish posture that took reign when the stranger sat across the tabletop. Rounded shoulders took on an uncomfortably sharp acute angle and her spine straightened stiff. Even her knuckles curled and her feet tucked in beneath the creaky old chair that groaned with the redistributed weight. Then she was still, and silent, as she stared (more like scowled) critically at the newcomer for several seconds whom remained unflinching in the face of her glower. But decidedly she looked back down at her book and turned the page, despite the boiling anger towards the others bold arrogance. Instead she responded with deliberate truncation as part of her still wanted to return to the immersive land of fantasy rather than entertain pleasantries with someone she couldn’t give two shits about. "She's dying. I don't think she knows it yet," came her response, her speech patterns unfamiliar, markedly hispanic, and very quick- especially for the midwest. Afterwards, she added, most unmannerly, "What do you want?" |
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ALDRICH 203
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Xan can sense and manipulate temperatures around him. He can feel in a sense heat and coll temps from people and objects allowing him to almost see his surroundings. This is just natural and doesn't shut off. If there are too many of the same temperatures around him he can't always differentiate between the objects.
Manipulating temperatures takes focus and he can hold a temp for up to three hours as long as it doesn't exceed -20F point or 300F. Anything past that the length he can keep it up differs. He doesn't have to be in physical contact with what ever he is working with but does have to be withing three feet of it. He can heat up a 10ft radius of water as long as he is in the water. It seems that if he is in contact with water he can make the heat or cool temps travel further. If he is not concentrating it doesn't work and there is the chance of getting too hold or cold that it will burn or freeze him only when the temp is at a more extreme. Also it is stronger if he is in physical contact with the object.
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Post by XANDER REMIEL KNIGHT on Sept 6, 2015 21:02:21 GMT
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It did cross his mind that the reason why this person was alone on a Saturday near the evening was that they didn't want to be around anyone. For the very social Xan he pushed the thought from his head. He could not see her expression but did notice the slight change in body temperature knowing that she was somewhat irritated. Also her voice gave some of that away. It wasn't a deterrent for him, instead it made him more curious about the girl his was sitting across.
"Well that is quite unfortunate" He said half wondering why she would say something like that about the librarian. He wasn't about to make any assumptions till he knew more about her though. "Well as a social creature I tend to jump at the chance for a conversation with someone I don't really know" There was a sly tone to his voice as he took up the challenge to have a conversation with the girl.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 23:20:48 GMT
wc; 256 tag; XANDER REMIEL KNIGHTnote; chacho is like slang for dude and hermano means brother Great, he was the social type. Likely too naive to tell the difference between the sad wallflower and the angsty nihilist, Lola now would waste even more of her precious breath explaining how she wasn’t particularly the chatty cathy ball of delight he might have been anticipating. Insert eye roll and a long-drawn sigh of annoyance as she said her adieu’s to her calm Saturday evening. “Well as a self identifying antisocial bitch I’m here to tell you that this wasn’t exactly the wisest of choices for you,” she responded still without raising her gaze. “I mean, in all honesty did you think someone that looks like this is the friendliest of social butterflies? Do you walk up to biker bars and expect them to be like ‘yo what’s up what’s up I ain’t seen you for a minute hermano?’ ‘Cause that shit will get you fucked up chacho, Now don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you’re a decent guy, but what I’m sayin’ is that if you’re looking for a nice bookworm to talk The Great Gatsby with you’re lookin’ in the wrong direction so don’t even turn that suave shit on me ‘cause I don’t give a damn, ‘cause I hear you goin’ all Don Juan already. You feel me?” Finally, Lola looked up and snapped her book close and the sound cut through the air like the final punctuation to an intense thespian monologue. There was a moment of conjecture as she narrowed her gaze in his direction and noticed something off about his vacant gaze, but what she could not quite discern. “So now you know.” |
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ALDRICH 203
THERMAL MANIPULATION |
Xan can sense and manipulate temperatures around him. He can feel in a sense heat and coll temps from people and objects allowing him to almost see his surroundings. This is just natural and doesn't shut off. If there are too many of the same temperatures around him he can't always differentiate between the objects.
Manipulating temperatures takes focus and he can hold a temp for up to three hours as long as it doesn't exceed -20F point or 300F. Anything past that the length he can keep it up differs. He doesn't have to be in physical contact with what ever he is working with but does have to be withing three feet of it. He can heat up a 10ft radius of water as long as he is in the water. It seems that if he is in contact with water he can make the heat or cool temps travel further. If he is not concentrating it doesn't work and there is the chance of getting too hold or cold that it will burn or freeze him only when the temp is at a more extreme. Also it is stronger if he is in physical contact with the object.
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Post by XANDER REMIEL KNIGHT on Sept 7, 2015 0:00:28 GMT
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He couldn't help but smile as she spoke. He didn't mean to hold back a laugh but he always found it funny when people would talk about looks and impressions. It was the off the wall people who were more fun anyway. Always looking at the world through a different perspective. "See if I wanted to talk to some bookworm I wouldn't have bothered with the person who gets the Librarian upset" He stated with a coy grin. "Also I don't really bother paying much attention to peoples looks. It never really helped me out before" He joked. Xan really did like it when people didn't notice that he was blind. Sure if they payed attention to his eyes they would noticed the glazed over look but most didn't and it was because he never acted like he was blind. The never using the cane, sitting in a library or just going around just like everyone else gave him the feeling of freedom in a sense. He hated people acting like he had a handicap.
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