The Dance of the Fish

[Niccolo Salomanos]

Well, I figured I should start writing this down somewhere... I should record my Dance, for anyone curious about the Music I follow.

Overview of me:

I am a psion, straight and simple. My journey began... two years ago.

I've always been interested in paranormal, psychokinetics, that kind of thing. A friend of mine introduced me first to the world of summoning and Norse rune-scripting... but for some reason, it didn't work.

Shortly after that I stumbled across psionics, energy manipulation with nought but one's mind. This agreed perfectly with the scientist within me, who at the time readily destroyed any odd ideas I came across.

To me, I've taken energy manipulation as a granted; you kinda do when you can get someone's attention from a hundred metres away without yelling or anything.

It was a while after discovering psionics that I met a woman. I could only just sense her presence (I could sense her energy, that's it) . She was a prissy, old woman - come to think of it, I do believe she may have been my grandma. I remember she used to get quite agitated whenever I thought anything even remotely perverted; but she resigned herself to accepting that it was healthy. Dunno why.

I think that partly boosted my confidence in my own ability. I've thought countless times on the nature of psionics, about how I can be sensitive to energy flows.

One interesting thing I noted a while after first using psi was my heightened sense of ways things could go wrong. Normally this was my brain over-reacting, but I think my foresight was sharpened a tad. WHich is probably a good thing, given my nature.

Fish out, for now  

[Niccolo Salomanos]

...
You people actually want to read about the stuff I did? Riiight. Fair enough.

I am a guardian, as you people know. And the first time I can remember acting like a guardian - remember, anyway - is back in year seven, my final year of primary school.

I was on fairly decent terms with most of the teachers; being a bright kid did this for you. It also meant I could ask the teachers for most any small favour (very small, but a little bigger than a regular student could ask for) and likely as not get it. I only ever asked for one favour, and this story is it.

My sister was being bullied (Not Clair, my youngest sister) and I had had enough of her coming home in tears. So I went to the classroom that my sister and this bully shared, and asked the teacher if I could have a private word with the kid.
Three years the kid's senior and dressed smartly (Uniform at school=smart... T-T) I made a fair impression on her. I made it very clear what would happen to her if she didn't pick up her act.

Why do I think I made an impression?

Three days later, she and my youngest sister were firm friends.  

[Niccolo Salomanos]

My next year was my first year of high school. It was also to be the basis for a large change in my life, but that comes later. Anyway, it was my turn to get ruthlessly abused.

It's sad, really. While the sad aspects of my life pale in comparison to my sister's, to me they're awful. Perspective and all that jazz. Anyway, physical abuse was... looked down upon at my school, but verbal abuse was mostly ignored.

So I spent most of my first year of high school being verbally abused by some kid. He was new to the school and a complete *censored* and stupid to boot. You know those weird mechanics, where the longer you've been around, the more likely someone will stand up for you? *waves hand* They don't work around me.

Both my friend and I suffered this for most of the year. On at least one occasion, I brought this before our vice-principal. And nothing happened. Not a bloody thing happened. The kid still made fun of my friend and I, he still spat on our blazers (Oh yes, I attended one of those blasted schools that force you to wear blazers... That's Aus for ya) and he was still a complete p***k, backed by the other hundred year eights. So my eighth year was not pleasant.

>_> What is it about Year 8 that attracts the bad stuff?

Anyway, by the end of the year I had had enough. He made some slur - inconsequential, really - but what really jarred me was the lack of reaction from my teacher. All he did was tell the class to quiet down. No reprimand, nothing.
And my anger was blazing. I was ready to kill this boy for what he had insulted me with, and I nearly did.
I waited around after school for a good twenty minutes with the thought running through my head "I am going to kill this *insert many beeps here* and then feed him to my german shepherd."
Thankfully, he never came. He never showed up... which is probably a good thing.

Anyway, this brought about the greatest change that had ever happened to me. I switched schools.
I moved to Perth and attended yet another private school. Trust me, the public schools don't teach you anything except the best vein for injecting drugs, so if you wanted to be anything... you had to go private.

But that's another story for another time.

There you go, people. That's the basics of my childish-hood in a nutshell.  

[Niccolo Salomanos]

Well, I said I'd tell you all how I came across my little sister... so here goes.

People always ask me whether she really is my little sister or not. And I'm sick of explaining soul-theory to people, especially the notoriously pragmatic Australians (They make MY family seem like mystics) so for simplicity, I say yes. And while once I didn't really accept the fact that I had a sibling on the other side of the world... actually, make that a third one. (I have two older siblings - one in London, the other God alone knows where)

Now, a few of you may have even heard of "The Evil Empire". It's an anime/manga fansite, with a small role-playing community. No, not that kind of roleplaying... the normal, sane kind that's not compensating for your lack of a love life.

my character was a short as hell guy with white hair, which - by design of the RP, thanks to me - was a trait of my family and old people. Anyway, Clair created her half-angel character with white hair as well. And through exchange of PMs, we decided to make our characters brother and sister. Or half-siblings, anyway.

Anyway, shortly after that we started referring to each other as brother and sister... and it's just kinda gone from there.

I'm not too sure what actually brought us close. I think part of it might have been my nature as a guardian. When I slowly began to receive bits and pieces of her past, my inner crazy-guy-waving-sword said 'I wish we coulda looked after her'. After a little bit of thinking about it, I noticed that this bond forming was exactly the same as the one I share with my two other siblings. And my mind and body place no distinction between sibling I am related to by blood or sibling I am related to by soul. I'll let you guys work out what that means for yourself.

But I'll give you a part of it, a part that's likely to make her very angry. I would put my life on the line to protect any one of them.

I've thought on the nature of bonds quite often, how two people's Music can intertwine so perfectly to create love, or can be discordant to produce hate.

Whatever their nature, bonds of love - both for family and for the one whom can set your mind reeling with nary a touch - have driven me on multiple occasions to do rather stupid things.

Things such as lash out at a friend. That story still weighs heavily on me... but it's long, convoluted and boring. Things such as willingly taking a hit, killing a friendship to clear someone's name of a crime they never committed. That one hurts too, but again, is boring.

Things such as swearing on your soul to change the heavens themselves. That one is not boring... but that's a story for next time.