Billy_Kidd

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The gentle hum of her words caressed his ears, thoughts all-intrigued siphoned out of his own contemplation, “I should; But-” he lowered the slice he firmly folded, “it might be the only thing pushing me along.” He spared no other thought towards the identity-questioning inquiry—only lifting the slice once more. A few moments passed, his posture diluting back into a relaxed composure, “What about you? Being here, with all these powerful people—Do you feel weak? Even in power there’re levels to it.”

Billy shrugged his broad shoulders, soon reconsidering his words. “But that in itself is quite selfish so I guess the answer would be ‘no’.” Naturally, their strangely weighty conversation would derail into one of informalities. Billy didn’t mind though; He listened to her words for seconds at a time. Soft laughter followed her charming words as he reflexively entered her number into his contacts, lamely shooting her a single emoji text so she could save his without the hassle of exchanging numbers.

Quick to finish the pie in divisions akin to eating 8/10 slices himself, the human shot a glance towards Rain “you moved in yet? I heard the House of Matter dorms are not too far from here.”

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Amongst the incoherent chatter the pair found seats against the entrance window. Seemingly the end of school hours, many students came to and from the establishment with bags and the like, loud as can be. Commotion seemed to be at an all time high as young minds alike came together to flood the streets as if it were a festival, the air was almost suffocating. Alone, Billy sat people-watching. It was a common conception that Mutants would exhibit strange characteristics–be it their hair or some form of appendage, but as a whole that didn’t seem to be the case.

Though naturally, there were a few of those instances. Robots here, winged humans there; It all came together to create a jarring cacophony. Catching Rain at the corner of his eye the human soon came to question himself. They’re so carefree. Moments at a time this phrase rang in his mind. Soon, though, Billy snapped out of his trance as what could only be seen was him staring at the lone Rain. Waiting a little longer she soon returned. Before his lips could even quiver, an almost unexpected question met his ears.

"So I assume that Rolls Royce I saw when coming here was yours? And you're from some royal family that's hard on you. Let me guess,"

"Daddy issues?"

The first part didn’t bear any weight on his shoulders other than slight pride “yes I..”, though, the second is what rendered him momentarily paralyzed. “I-” slow to gather his words Billy sat silent, her laughter ignoring his ears. Never in his life had he seen his relationship with his family as an issue–only that he needed to show them his worth. But as the witch’s words reached his ears he found his body weak. “No. It’s just that he can’t see the truth right now.”

The quickly tense air around the duos table soon diminished as a certain smell invaded their space. His head locked onto the floating pie in the air, assuming Rain’s words were of the nature of lifting his spirits, a wide smile appeared on Billy’s face. For both the food and show. His mouth left agape Billy almost forgot to speak, “I’m almost envious.”

As the finely sliced pie now laid before him Billy could not waste a single moment to eat, as the meal he had before barely quenched the headache he got from excessive hunger. Quickly, “Thank you for the meal!” Nearly bowing towards Rain, Billy grabbed his phone in quickdraw-like fashion, “what’s your number? I can Zelle you back.”

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Rain’s words floated to his ears like an enticing melody. It was an interesting concept—to ‘level up’. Had you really met your limit would the only thing holding you back be yourself? These words forced a deeper question to arouse. Reaching the top of this school; would that really be the end? It was something he would need to consider another time, his time had not been alone. “That’s something to think about.”

The sun glared down on the two newcomers. Was this a warm welcome? Sliding the jacket off his shoulders Billy followed on. Surveying this grandeur school. He made comments on a few interesting things while joking about others, until Rain reached his lasting question. It was strange, her never considering herself as one despite acknowledging it. It didn’t seem possible. Juggling the two prefaces as it were the simplest decision in the world. But if she came to that conclusion Billy wouldn’t think differently of her, she didn’t deem herself a mutant after all.

“You’re cooler than I thought.” With a smile Billy threw her a playful smirk. Soon after, his eyes lifted from his new acquaintance to a near-full café sitting on the corner of a strip, nudging his head in that direction Billy returned his gaze to Rain, “what do you think?”

writing one again made me realize how much i dont like writing powers for a bio

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The question of what he hoped to accomplish caught him off guard; he knew what he wanted but is it what he desired? The young lord quickly subdued that line of thought. Calmly, he dropped his sergeant-like stance and walked after the strange person. Rather than following he instead matched her stride to the left—couldn’t go having people assume power positions their first day at this prestigious school.

"So Billy who signed you up? What are you hoping to accomplish here?"

“The person who signed me up here, i'm here to prove them wrong,” His left hand rose to clench the golden clip that held the black tie down, “wouldn't it be something if a human rose to the top of this school of mutants?” It definitely would have been. Despite what they said he wasn't a mutant—he wouldn’t accept that. Sneering to the sky Billy lowered a look to the newly acquainted Rain, “and you, Rain? What is your place in all of this?”

His eyes glossed over the countless students’ nigh-dumbfounded looks. Whether it be fortunate he understood, it was a strange look that two new students would enroll near the end of the year. At least it meant less work. Or maybe more. Listening to the girls proposal Billy nodded “i’m down,” but a question prodded him till it finally left his consciousness, “if you’re a witch, does that put you under the label of mutant?”

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Bathed in the golden summer glow the sweet marriage of innovation and technology cruised down the long open road. Having lived two hours from the official campus of Hellfire A. the quad Pirelli tires revolved quicker than a western gunslingers revolver spin, making any passing scenery a left-to-be desired view. Though, naturally, they were making good time.

Billy, piqued, ran his fingers over the student card, finding it to be laser engraved with every little detail. His name, his face, his house. With a subtle grin he slipped the card into the breast pocket of his coat. With a little more ways to go the midnight-black behemoth of a car reached the grand entrance of the Hellfire Academy. Though views like this were no revelation to Billy’s awe the young lord still sat amazed. Aside from the almost aristocratically sculptured architecture just the sheer amount of people his age made his jaw drop. He soon found composure.

Gathering his things before the valet made his arrival to the passenger seat door, Billy steeled himself for the world ahead of him. Soon, the door swung open and the enchantingly serene sun met his skin. Taking a look around he seemed to attract a view awestruck glimpses. He almost felt embarrassed. Had he drove with a more humble transport like the Honda Civic he saw on his way in, maybe he could’ve avoided this. But it was nothing to harp over, especially when a meek voice rang out from beside him.

"Hey...mister?”

Mister? Do I look that old? Turning slowly to find the person who had spoken out was the same who drove the Civic Billy was stunned at this convenience. But anything after that was soon nullified by the girl's barrage of questions. Was she an interrogator? Standing himself straight as if she was, Billy answered her volley of questions with his own answers.

“It’s my first day, I am in the House of Nature, nothing really, and I was signed up!”

@stonks: (this was fire ill reply to u later td. edit: this is masara)

@beatboy: red jay haha

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Had his ‘special’ nature been as bright as the smoldering morning sun maybe he wouldn’t have had to work so hard. Or was it the nature of being ‘special’ that circumstanced one into working themselves? What did it mean? To be special…

New York, Scarsdale

Against the hardwood floor somber steps followed their way up to the foot of a full length mirror. It was in pairs, his strapping reflection commanded respect. Sharp eyes, toned hands, broad shoulders. The same black eyes tracked the figure's appearance from head to toe. Not missing a single detail. Carefully ironed white cotton clad an upper-torso while an opposingly black cotton draped over long legs. Ominously stepped black loafers shone with a hint of light that kept the room lively.

Whipped over a neck laid a likewise black cotton tie adorned with a golden clip. It seemed to be engraved with something. He smirked. “Is this too much?” A deep sigh airily left his chest. With his last checks complete the tall figure grabbed a tailored jacket that laid bare on a steel chair to his left. Uniformly slipping it on, he made himself down a ridiculously long set of stone steps. The halls echoed. A detour to the right brought him to a most grandeur kitchen, itself cold and empty, save for a single woman.

“Lord Kidd, your breakfast is ready. But do make a haste, the driver is waiting!” The seemingly mid-thirties, maid garbed, woman hastily shooed ‘Kidd’ out of the kitchen the moment he grabbed the prepared food. With a wide smile, “Best of luck to you on your first day, Lord Kidd!” She waved with a motherly aura, Kidd subsequently waving back.

Leaving particularly large front doors, many passing houseworkers paid this Kidd hearty goodbyes. The dapper lord stepped into the back of a 2022 Rolls-Royce Ghost after returning countless goodbyes and smiles.

“Are you nervous sir?” Olden eyes peered at him through the rearview mirror. “Not at all, Mr. Mádl,” Kidd answered with a smile. The older man returned it with one of his own, as warm as the sun. He seemed to remember something, “Forgive me, I seemed to forget to tell you, please check the middle console for your name tag and the key to your dorm.”

Without another word the young lord retrieved the key, and the card.

How tacky