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"Sunnuva nerf herder!" he cursed as the boy signed off. Really, he'd had like, two seconds to type something, and then Cory disappeared. Fun ruiner. Devon growl-sighed, flopping onto his back harshly onto his duvet. Another sigh, though this one was softer. Nothing else to do but sleep till dinner time. But he wasn't even kind of sleepy. Well, he supposed he could tire himself out by using his powers. It was probably a stupid thing to do, but it would work. With this thought in mind, Devon hopped off the bed and strode to the wall outlet. A few twists with his pocket knife into the screws, and the outlet cover fell off. Now there was a hole in the wall, wires and circuits and metal dodads running in all directions. He roughly jammed his hand into the socket, grasped a handful of wires, and went berserk with power. He tried not to really affect anything in the school, but by the time he was worn out, he'd set off at least one ceiling sprinkler, exploded one or two keyboards, and short-circuited the lunch ladies' fancy computers that they used to charge students for the food they bought. Of course Devon wouldn't realize all this till later, because he now collapsed onto the ground, hand out of the hole in the wall, asleep; his hair was sticking up in all directions, little slivers of electricity buzzing every so often, and he was smoking faintly. But at least he was asleep.

And he stayed asleep for a long time. It was five and a half hours later that he finally woke up. Wow, he wouldn't be sleeping tonight. Unless he pulled that trick again. Which he didn't plan on doing. He sat up, feeling like crap. Yeah, burning up most of the glucose and salt in in your body kind of did that. Groggily, he groped for his messenger bag and fished out his leftover lunch, scarfing it faster than he probably should have, but oh, sweet energy. He lay on the floor for a few minutes, letting the food reenergize him. Once his head stopped pounding and his stomach stopped feeling like it was going to reject everything he'd just given it, he sat up again, scratching at his Einstein-esque hair. He'd need to shower. But he was still hungry, and couldn't be bothered. The prospect of water made him cringe.

Standing up, he traveled to his suitcase, still mostly unpacked. Clothes were tossed about haphazardly until he found something suitable. Sure, some might make fun of his Star Trek costume shirt, but they wouldn't approach him anyway; no one ever did. He slipped the light blue sweater on, looking at himself in the mirror. Yikes, his hair was terrible. Perhaps a hat, then. A few seconds later, and a skullcap was pulled snugly over his mane of electrocuted hair. It now laid stiffly flat down his neck and in his face, looking mostly normal. Though he smelled faintly of smoke. A sigh. Devon looked at the digital alarm clock. Dinner time. Time to go be amongst the aliens.

Packing away his laptop, Sarek, and slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder, Devon made his way towards the cafeteria. In one hall he noticed it was particularly damp. Oops. Whistling innocently, Devon went down a different hall, hoping that it wouldn't start molding. That would suck. And smell. But he was at the cafeteria now, so it hardly mattered. Hmm. What looked good, aside from everything? Well, he was in his Star Trek shirt, and this particular sweater color and sleeve decorations were indicative to Spock, so he figured a vegetarian meal was best. That left fruit or salad. ...No. Screw the shirt, he'd have a huge slice of pizza with everything on it. As he was going up to the check-out counter, he noticed the lunch ladies writing IOU's instead of using their computers. Huh? When he got to the front of the line, he saw that the computer screens were wigging, full of static and random flashing numbers. Oops. Again. He looked around, hopefully thinking no one was watching him, and then pressed his palm to the back of the computer monitor. Within a few seconds, the computer was back to normal. And he was weakening again. This food needed to be in him now. Hastily, he handed the lady his student ID card, payed for the food, then found the nearest table; who cared if it was empty or not, he needed food.

Ahh, that was better, he thought about half-way through his pizza slice. As if just remembering, he got himself a bottle of Gatorade, too, and then sat back down, opening his messenger bag. He extracted Sarek and opened him, logging into the school's Internet (using the student's account instead of the administrator's). Oh, the chat window was still up with Cory. He closed it, rolling his amber eyes, before pulling up World of Warcraft. Ah yes, the perfect way to spend a dinner period, pwning some low-leveled Horde noobs. He rolled the rest of his pizza up into a roll, eating it with one hand and playing with the other. Ah, heaven.

(( Sorry, gais. gonk

EDIT: I just noticed one of the genius legends has my RL name. biggrin ))

(( His is pronounced 'are-kuh-mee-dees,' if you're unsure. ))

Devon could tell she was holding back laughs. Fascinating. He'd have assumed she would look at him strangely, arch an eyebrow maybe. But alas no. Intriguing. He wondered if her other friends were as accepting. Or was it foolishness? Whatever way one looked at it. He, however, arched an eyebrow at her as she mentioned cliques. "Clique?" he echoed, though he was feigning ignorance; he knew what the word meant, it was just fun to pretend he didn't. "You Earthlings have strange terminology." He shook his head as if bewildered. Turning back to his game momentarily, he logged out so he wouldn't get killed whilst his attention was elsewhere. Once done, he took a swig of Gatorade, which he promptly choked on when she mentioned his power. He swallowed harshly, wiping his mouth. Well, there goes his lurker status. How to explain this? Did he outright admit it, lie, skirt around it?

"Indeed," he answered finally. "But I could still use my vast knowledge of the divine machine to combat you." He probably wouldn't unless she attacked him for some reason, but it was always prudent to keep on one's toes. As he waited for her to digest that comment, Devon pulled up her saved profile again and looked at it more closely. Two parents. One older sibling. Powers appeared biologically. There were two kinds of power development: Biological and parasite based. Biological just meant they were born with them, and they were always there or showed up sometime during their life. Some called them God-given. Parasite-based powers were those thrust onto someone, like Devon's. His powers showed up immediately after being injected and operated on. His were no God-given powers; more like Devil-inflicted. But he didn't believe in that mumbo jumbo anyway, for all the good it did him.

Hm. He was still rather hungry, actually. He figured after this one was scared off he'd get himself a juice hamburger. Mmm... his mouth watered at the prospect already. Hastily, he closed Mitsukai's profile and opened a new Word window, transcribing their conversation. Never hurt to be too careful. Then he took a moment to subtly study Mitsukai. She was pretty enough, he supposed, for a human. Y'know. If you were into that sort of thing. Definitely the most attractive out of the females he'd seen. Cory was pretty hot, too, for the male of the species. Aside from that, nothing really struck him. "I shan't use the divine power of the technopath to end you so long as you don't absorb me." 'Or whatever,' he didn't say. Maybe this would coax an explanation out of her. He wanted to better understand her power, but it wasn't in his nature to ask such things out of the blue.

(( Totally didn't realize Mitsukai was Asian till now. It made me have to go buy the Hollaback Girl video on iTunes. Asian girls are like, my one weakness. crying So hard not to write Devon thinking 'DO WAAAAANT. *drool*'. ))