if i fail, well, then, i failed [jace]

[demi]

A series of 'please, please, please' chains had earned one of Ashford's latest prefects a parting gift of sorts from Josiah, his father, upon their departure to the infamous island. Clutched in the fifteen year old's hand was that very gift. A large jaw breaker that fit in his palm nicely as he strode through the halls of a brand new school seemed like a better gift than the new outfits and extra pair of glasses his father'd also bought. If only the jawbreaker could last longer. It was beginning to show signs of the hidden colors already, while his face showed signs of the whitish sugar stain, especially against his lips.

Dressed in clothing that seemed to signal how juvenile Demitrius really could be, he had a hand sewn solid dark gray canvas messenger bag, a subtle, tight fitting Iron Man t-shirt, and a pair of brand new black baggy jeans, accompanied by your fairly common pair of black and white converse shoes. His glasses, spiked hair, and relatively short stature didn't help the appearance at all. Standing at five feet, eight inches, surrounded by students dressed in their school uniforms, he seemed to demand glances as he passed.

Too bad things, like the door to the classroom he was walking past, didn't attract his attention. Demi'd decided it was easier to walk close to the wall so that he didn't interfere with students bustling past to get to class. Lesson learned. Doors opened quickly. Demitrius ran straight into the solid rectangle, lost his balance, and ended up in a sitting position. With one hand he rubbed at his now sore forehead, while he clutched his jawbreaker tightly with his other, his vivid blue eyes rising to examine the door he'd crashed into. His eyes began to grow lighter in color, the oxygen thinning from the air around him, making it harder and harder to breathe in as more students passed and consumed what oxygen he hadn't already dissipated.

[jace]

Jace was watching the students from an undisclosed position, one that the prefects knew as 'The Observatory.' It was a small room with monitors in it, which were linked to the many cameras around the school. Jace used it on occasion when he wasn't feeling particularly sociable. He preferred to have his face out and known by the students, a face of authority to be noticed instead of the less noticeable camera system. Jace watched intently, looking for trouble makers, or even those who needed some help. Jace wasn't against helping those who needed it, it was just that often enough his time demanded other things.

Jace saw a smaller boy with a candy in his hand slam into a door. Jace raised an eyebrow before he noticed the boy disappear in the sea of people. He saw a slight glow under the people, and the crowd began to panic, some looking out of breath. Jace sighed and walked out of the Observatory, heading to the boy's location. If it was who Jace thought it was, he would have to address this immediately. A prefect shouldn't be using abilities so frivolously. He made his way toward the classroom and frowned.

The air was very thin in the area, and if Jace wasn't trained for such situations, he might have panicked. Jace blinked and then created a gravity well above the crowd, causing most of them to float above the floor. Many panicked, but Jace paid them no attention. He used the same gravity powers, he created another small well, this time to pull the boy away from the crowd so he could talk to him rather easily. Jace was recognized by many of the crowd, and most thought he was the reason it was hard to breath. They began to yell at him, but he again paid them no mind.

[demi]

There was nothing like having people float to remind you not to let your abilities get out of hand. Before he ever noticed Jace [though gravity manipulation wasn't the most common power, leaving little guess as to who it'd be] his eyes began to darken and the oxygen began to return to the air quicker than it normally would have if his eyes remained light.

Meeting his leader could be fun. Demitrius was assigned to the prefects by the government because his powers were supposed to be useful to them and later, useful to the government when he was out of school and because he was, above all else, loyal. His father was an agent himself and very insistent that the boy have a spot in the group. But that didn't mean he was used to the idea of being a prefect, much less yet in uniform or ready to greet his fellow prefects or teachers.

The movement as Demi was moved because of the gravity well by Jace was a little strange for him. He wasn't really scared, just incredibly defensive. His body tensed, his eyes watching for the source of the movement so they didn't sneak in a surprise attack. He could still get away from this, right? Just one slip into another dimension.

Except, all these people... Demi resolved himself to keep calm and wait. He did, however, tumble onto his back from his sitting position as he watched the people he was moving away from. This managed to give him an appearance of carelessness that hid the fact that now he could see the people around him better than if he was sitting. If it was a less serious moment, he would have grabbed the shoes of people above him or something like that, just to mess with those floating above him. As it stood, he crossed his arms over his chest, his expression a smile as his eyes twinkled mischievously.

[jace]

Jace almost smirked. The boy was quite amusing, and if the incident was any less serious, he would have allowed himself a small smile, but he kept his face in the normal impassive stare he held and waited for a couple seconds before speaking.
"Just as I thought. Demitrius Rex Malixi." Jace said with a quiet voice. He then noticed everyone staring at them in a sort of curiosity mixed with fear. He stared back for a second.

"DISPERSE! ALL OF YOU! OR I'LL SEND YOU TO THE GOD DAMN MOON!" Jace roared as the people immediately took off in every which way. In a matter of seconds, they were gone, leaving the hallway empty with the exception of Jace and Demi. Jace liked putting on that facade occasionally, it kept people on their toes. He smirked in amusement before returning to his impassive stare and turning back to Demi. Most of the prefects knew Jace wasn't really like that, but sometimes they had to do things out of character to keep authority.

"Yes, I probably could send someone to the moon. So, Demitrius, what was that?" Jace asked, obviously referring to the whole 'let's not let people breath' incident before. Demi's abilities were known for causing strange incidents, especially his dimensional storage box, as Jace called it. He had never visited the realm himself, but he had heard some crazy things about it. Especially from Demi himself. He raised an eyebrow and waited for a response.

[demi]

"Hey boss man," Demi greeted, offering a slight wave with the hand that wasn't holding the candy as he gazed up at Jace from below. The smile never faltered, even when he did realize it was Jace who caught him.

"Good to see you.

[/b]" It wasn't quite as good when Jace yelled at everyone to go away. Wasn't there strength, or safety, or, y'know, a buffer between himself and Jace if people stayed? Well, too late now. As if suddenly realizing the severity, he forced himself into a sitting position, happily spinning once he was sitting up so that he was facing Jace.

"The moon? Let's definitely plan a field trip~ We could experiment with the effects of antigravity, and you, boss man, could keep us from floating away into space. It'll be like a trust exercise for your prefects, sir.[/color]" Demi suggested enthusiastically, his eyes seeming to light up anew with interest at the possibilities of his proposed plan. While some organizations had seminars or retreats, they could have a trip to the moon, where the stakes were truly high and the trust was truly vital.

"Oh, that? Sorry you saw that. I mean, running into doors isn't exactly the mark of a brilliant prefect. Probably doesn't reflect well on you, either. I'll pay more attention next time.[/color]" Demi promised, as if it weren't the deoxygenation Jace was referring to. "Y'know, maybe I should go lay down, think about the stupidity of my mistake. Wouldn't wanna run into anything else, leave a worse impression or anything.[/color]" Demi's voice was surprisingly serious, aside from that subtle sarcasm he employed during the second statement. It wasn't that he meant to be disrespectful, he just realized he was in a bit of trouble. Somehow, the defensive lie of, 'I couldn't help it!' didn't seem like it'd help the situation, which meant there wasn't an easy way out of this.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jace]

Jace narrowed his eyes, trying to tell if Demi was serious or not. It was hard to tell with the boy at times, and his voice sounded serious, though that was a rarity in itself. The whole comment about a field-trip to the moon was sure proof of the boy's silliness. He was a dreamer, and while Jace preferred the more down-to-earth ones, the dreamers had their uses as well. They generally made the best innovators, had the most unique uses of their abilities. Jace was practical. Most of his gravity manipulation was pull, push, lift, slam, ect. He rarely used anything more creative.

"People make mistakes. I was talking more about the 'let's-make-it-so-people-can't-breath' thing." Jace said, doing air-quotes around the long substitute for deoxygenation. It was a dangerous power, and one that could easily permanently damage someone if the user wasn't careful. Instinctual uses of abilities was something Jace was generally against except in the case of a fight. Jace tried to always consciously use his abilities, but in a fight, something could surprise him in an instant, and his instinctual powers would take over to save him.

"We already have a bad reputation. Not one entirely undeserved to the actions of some of our past members, but I would like us to be known as peace-keepers, not dictators." Jace said quietly. Any authority could be lost if they found out the leader of the Prefects was soft. He wasn't, but something like that could be interpreted wrong. Jace was always wary of the gossip-chain that ran rampant throughout the school, and how powerful it could be. It was against them currently, but he planned to fixed that soon.

Jace's thoughts turned back to the boy in front of him. If he could take his head out of the clouds, the boy might have potential. With his unique ability set, he needed some of that dreamer mentality, but if the boy could focus long enough to get a mission done, then he would probably make a good leader, or at least a decent one. This was all speculation, of course, from the little Jace knew about the boy's personality. He knew of his outer personality, the one that he showed everyone, but he wondered if the boy's private personality was any different. His age might be a problem when it came to leadership, but Jace knew that he could easily earn respect if he acted right. Jace's thoughts swirled around his head in a typhoon, and he was left wondering who should be the commanders.

[demi]

"That was a mistake too,

[/color]" Demi chimed in cheerfully before he raised his jawbreaker to his lips, keeping it close to conceal the fact that he was tasting the candy rather than focusing completely on Jace. His gaze never wavered, at least. He kept quiet for several moments, listening to Jace as he continued cautioning him against using his power in a quiet voice. He sure didn't sound that angry to Demi. When he finished speaking, he dropped his hand to his side.

"I'm not going to give the prefects a bad reputation. I don't even wear the uniform.[/color]" Demi added helpfully, using the hand not currently holding the jawbreaker to pull at his shirt with two of his fingers, as if to draw Jace's attention to the Iron Man t-shirt he was wearing. Maybe not the best idea. Demi wasn't all that worried. It was at that moment that he seemed to realize Jace might really be worried about the consequences of Demi's minor stunt. Figuring he'd own up to it, Demi hopped to his feet, still grinning as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"Sooo, why not just reprimand my actions and distance yourself?[/color]" Demi chuckled, a grin fixed on his expression. Only the silent intensity in his eyes could possibly hint that his words were a challenge, not an innocent ploy to avoid trouble.

"We really don't have to turn this into anything, I learned my lesson. Making it hard to breathe for innocent bystanders is definitely an inappropriate use of my ability. I'll remember. And I'll just go to class now.[/color]" Demi took a deliberate step back just to see if Jace would stop him from making a quick escape. If Jace didn't stop him, he didn't actually intend on running. He wasn't scared of the possibility of being seriously hurt since Jace didn't seem that upset, so he saw no reason to worry about what would happen if he stayed.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jace]

Jace sighed at the comment. If he had had a younger brother, this would probably what it would have been like. He would have tried to explain a life lesson, and then his brother would say something sarcastic.
"Even if you don't wear the uniform, most students recognize prefects by face, at least. But I'm not angry, just a little disappointed you would let your powers go so easily. So, Demitrius, don't let it happen again, and we'll be fine. I would hate to have to cut you loose from the prefects, since you show a lot of promise."

Jace's eyes let loose their typical glow, showing his normal blue eyes. He nodded and turned, his cloak sweeping behind him in a grand fashion as he went to make an exit. He had a class to get to himself, though prefects were allowed to be a few minutes late for patrolling purposes. He began to float as he used his abilities to hover toward his next class, a much faster method of transportation than walking.

((Sorry it's short. Writer's block ))

[demi]

It was... that easy to avert a crisis? That easy to pacify the prefect leader, in spite of his crime? Demi grinned. For a kid who constantly tested his boundaries, this moment was a small victory in his mind. Jace's lack of action and his shallow warning seemed to be validation of his general behavior, more so than anything related to the fact that he slipped up and used his ability.

As for the one simple threat he actually acknowledged about no longer being a prefect, even that was funny. If he was kicked otu of the prefects, he'd just have to go annoy the Battle Front. And after they were sufficiently annoyed, maybe he'd end up neutral, not welcome on either side. Hah, yeah, he could climb a ladder backwards.

"Yessir bossman. I understand. I'll be more careful.

[/color]" Demi promised with a short nod. When Jace -he was floating?- moved away down the hall, Demi gave a short wave, then turned in the opposite direction, making his way through the hallway to his own classroom.

Fortunately, unlike his previous schools, school at Ashford was never what one would call 'monotonous' for Demi, which gave him all the motivation he needed to make his way to his classroom without further incident.

[There's no reason Demi'd follow Jace, soo maybe we should end this one and have them RP again some other time? ^_^][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]