Thinking about it, why should you care? On your own, you'd probably do much worse. You might up killing people for money with your psychic powers. Cheat in tournaments and duel people to death. Worse case scenario, you'd be a threat to yourself and to others. At least this way, if you were gonna be threat, you'd be a threat with the support of others walking along with you.
You sighed hard and nodded, "Alright. Count me in."
"Excellent," Sayer approved, "we'll talk more after the welcoming ceremony for the rest of the 'new students'. In the meantime, you should be getting your rest." He then turned his head to Akiza, "Oh Jean Grey. Would you kindly escort Gambit to his new room?" Aw, dang it! He's an X-Men fan, too!
“Yes, Sayer,” Akiza, probably not as well versed in the X-Men mythology, obediently replies, “this way, [Roc].” You followed her like you were told, although you could still sense the headless maiden venting. She was definitely upset with you. Could you blame her?
“Uh… Akiza?” she said nothing, “listen, I didn’t mean to offend back there. It was just a joke-”
“The Movement has no room for jokers, Gazer,” she responded to you in such a cold tone, “this is not a vacation suite. We take our roles very seriously. If you wish to stay here, you will work exceptionally hard and treat your higher-ups with respect. ESPECIALLY Sayer.” Dang… Sayer’s the word!
Guess you better learn to stop running your mouth… no matter how hard it takes!
"I'm sorry," you apologized, "I wont cut out of line like that again." She merely hmphed. That translated to 'I dont accept your apology. And your scent is now known to me.' Yep, you were never good with the ladies.
"This is your room," Akiza pointed to the door, "you'll be staying here until you earn a better spot. Goodnight." She started walking off!
"Wait!" you call out, "but I dont even have a key!"
"Ask your roommate," was all she said as she left your field of vision!
"Grr... damn woman," you muttered, "ugh... ok, dont flip out, [Roc]. Youre gonna be just fine." Sure you say that NOW, but there's a reason you'd never soul gaze the reflection in a mirror.
You coughed and knocked on the door. Not long after, someone answers it!
"Hi! You must be my new roommate!" said the happy young black haired little boy that barely looks HALF your age! Eh, he could be older than that, but not much older. His big sparkling blue eyes lit up with happiness that he finally has a new friend! You stared blankly at him, not noticing your own jaw drop! A kid as young as HIM living in a place like this?! "It's really nice to meet another new kid on campus!"
"Um... h... hello," you tried to maintain your composure and shook his hand, "wow... aintcha a little young to be in a place like this, kid?"
The boy just shook his head, "Not at all! Sayer says he's taken in children as young as 4 here!" Oh man. Kids THAT young being cast away and put in a placed like this? Now you feel depressed.
But that warming smile on the kid's face is slightly warming the sadness.
"My name's Toby. Toby Tredwell," he introduced himself, "I'm a psychic duelist like you."
"Nice to meet you Toby," you introduce yourself, "I'm [Roc] Westwane. Everybody calls me 'Gazer'." For obvious reasons. Speaking of which, you soul gazed the boy as you two made introductions. You could see cute tiny cartoonish angel constantly flapping his wings, trying to fly. He wasnt getting off the ground, but he was sure trying.
"I hope we'll get along, Gazer. Come on in!" he tells you.
The room was small, but cozy. Two light bunk beds, a desk, a tv, and a bathroom. Nothing special, but you dont expect luxury for newcomers.
"Nice place you got here," you say.
"I know it isnt big," Toby admits. "but Ms. Izinksi says rookies who past the first couple of trials get to stay in nicer rooms."
"I'll bet we'll have our work cut out for us," you reply. That's when you notice a little picture on the desk.
It was a picture of Toby and... MISTY TREDWELL!!
"Holy crap!" you laughed and edged up to the picture, "you got a picture with that world famous fashion model?!"
Toby nodded, "Yep. Misty's my sister!" You almost spit out your imaginary drink when you heard that!
"Y...YOURE Misty Tredwell's little brother?! No freaking way!" But from the little angel didnt look like the type to lie.
"It's true," Toby said proudly, "she's... she's been taking care of me and taking me everywhere I sent ever since our parents died in that tragic car accident." Aw...
"I'm sorry," you tell him.
"It's alright," he assures you, "I still got her. And now I have the Arcadia Movement now." Man, who'da guessed Ms. Tredwell's brother was a psychic? This would make headlines in the tabloids. "What about you? Do you have any family?"
You sucked in air and blew hard, "...My mom and dad... kicked me out. Said they didnt want me there anymore."
"That's horrible!" Toby said with a frown, "what kind of parents would say something so cruel to their own son?" Good question.
"Eh, who knows?"
In such short time, you managed to form a good bond with this kid. Compared to the auras in this place, his seemed alright. The little angel in his soul was smiling at you. Guess he likes you too.
"I think it's getting a little late," you say, "maybe we should be getting some rest."
"Youre right," Toby agreed, "the welcoming ceremony starts early in the morning! We dont wanna be late. Top bunk or bottom?"
"Eh, you decide," you tell him.
"Alright! I got the top!" he immediately climbed up to the top bunk, "we'll talk more after the ceremony! Goodnight, [Roc]!" Aw geez... he called you by your first name. That's starting to get you.
"G'night, Tobbes!" you replied as you hopped in your bed and flipped the light switch...
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