Repairing

[Ixtlilton]

Dragon couldn't help it.

She'd just been passing by... Okay, she'd been lurking shamelessly. And she'd heard the lunch lady complaining about a broken refridgerator. And... well... she'd just gotten some new tools. This was a pretty good time to try them out... right?

She repeated to herself how she was doing everyone a favor as she snuck into the kitchen, slid into the shadows, reformed behind the refridgerator, and kicked it out away from the wall. Then she got too distracted in what she was doing to keep repeating it to herself anymore.

It was a pretty average fridge, so Dragon was having a more interesting time experimenting with her tools then actually fixing it any certain hurry. She DID store her pudding in that fridge, though, which was another motivator for fixing it. She'd have to get to it eventually. But as long as she didn't open the door, nothing was going to go spontaneously bad.

She had the back of the fridge in many, many pieces in a few minutes, completely absorbed in her work. She had long since thrown her hoodie to the side, and was now just wearing her tank and ratty black cargo pants. She slid onto her back to try to reach something underneath the fridge, and Bon-Bon just perched contentedly on her stomach, quite used to this sort of thing by then.

[Kitten King]

Aahh, another day in the life of the repair guy - or mechanic, or electrician. Whatever you wanted to call him, really. About the only thing he couldn't fix was the plumbing. He really had no desire to learn how, either.

He took the familiar route back down the stairs to the ground floor - things always seemed to break on the ground floor. Really it might have been more convenient to have his room down on the ground floor like most of the staff, but he'd rather keep his tower room. The windowless alternatives would be a last resort for him if the school ever got more crowded. He turned a corner, watching people across the grounds through the glass, and taking note of the whispers he could catch when he passed a small group of girls who were bunched together in typical, gossiping high school fashion. He paused for just a moment, flashing them a grin, which stayed as he could hear their giggles resound behind him as he moved on.

He arrived at the kitchen, knocking on the frame of the doorway as he walked in, per usual. He didn't need to inquire about the fridge - he could sense the frazzled connection from here. Tsktsk... that'd need redone. As his eyes fell on the fridge in question, he began to wonder if his eyes were deceiving him. Mmmm... nope, nope. That was definitely a person under there - and they had a ferret on their belly.

This was just a weird day.

"And might I ask," he chimed up now, as he came to a stop right beside the fridge which Dragon had placed herself under. "What exactly it is you're doing?" Oh, this was probably some young male student trying to show off his repair skills, wasn't it? He bet that was it. It had happened before, but he'd put the boy back in his place quickly enough. At least he was in a good mood this time.

[Ixtlilton]

Dragon fiddled around with the piece under the fridge she needed. If she could just... twist it to the left... Almost... alllmoooost.... She leaned as far into the fridge as she could, mentally willing her arm to be smaller. All...mooooos--IOGFSDGJDSIGJNNHBJUFGIJNSFJFIO.

She hadn't been expecting anyone, and she sort of tried to jump while laying down, which just resulted in her body kind of spasming and her whole arm banging the bottom of the fridge. "OW JESUS FUCK!" she swore, but the jolt had put her hand where she needed it. She quickly twisted the knob, then yanked her arm out, sitting up to see what kind of trouble she was in. She was still thinking about fixing the fridge, so she forgot to be scared for a few minutes as she glared at the guy. Bon-bon had long since scurried away.

Her moment of forgetting faded quickly as the full of effect of exactly who had walked in on her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, looking like he was eternally young... Dragon's eyes got wide, then red, then terrified, and she quickly turned to stare determinedly at the wall. Thank god he hadn't been wearing glasses, or she would have just died on the spot, not questions asked. As it was, she had just enough brain power left over to remind herself that he didn't actually look that much like the person he had initially reminded her of. And also that he was probably a teacher or a janitor or a cook or something.

"........" she announced, still staring at the wall.

[Kitten King]

There was a loud thud, a bang, and the flying of swear words - and then he startled. He could distinctly sense something twist, and the connections in the fridge began to crackle faintly again. ...huh. The wire still needed replaced, but what had been knocked loose before wasn't quite so loose. It wasn't the biggest part either. Impressive. He'd have to let this boy off easier.. and then he emerged. Rather, she did. Now THAT was one hell of a surprise for the day. Bemused and, in all actuality, rather pleased with the turn of events, he was a bit distracted from her initial reaction of him - but he caught a glimpse.

"Aha, caught in the act, were we?" He closed the final steps of space, crouching down near her and the fridge. He touched his hand to the side of the appliance, the low buzz in his head thrumming up to a crackle as he sensed all the connections spark in through his palm. He moved his hand down to the underside of the fridge, where as he touched metal, he saw the entire picture clearly now. "Hey, not a bad start for the job." He quickly shed his jacket off, and began fiddling with the spare refrigerator wiring he'd brought in his kitchen repair set. Once he made sure he did indeed have the right sort of wiring with him, he looked back to her with that same smile of his he'd flashed at the girls earlier. "Looks like you've got some promise after all, kitten."

[Ixtlilton]

Dragon managed to kick start her brain somehow, perhaps out of necessity than anything else. Just then, the man decided it was a great idea to walk closer. Dragon bristled as her (admittedly large) personal bubble was invaded. It probably would have been a smaller bubble had he not looked like he did, but Dragon was perfectly willing to hold his appearance against him, so she just dropped her hand into the nearest shadow... the one under the fridge... and pulled herself in.

Of course, she had pushed the fridge out from the wall, and there were floursecent lights (HER WORST ENEMY) in the kitchen, so she was now just stuck under the broken refridgerator.

She glared up at the bottom of it. There was just enough room to stick her face out and not much else. She wanted to tell the guy (who was clearly the ACTUAL repairmen) to go away and leave her alone, and that she could fix it herself without his damn blonde haired blue eyed pretty boyness in the room. However, she was underneath a fridge.

"...I had it under control," she managed, her voice grumpily eminating from underneath the fridge. She wanted to add 'and I don't appreciate you grinning at me like a wolf, you old pervert,' but she didn't really have the balls, considering she was hiding under a fridge.

[Kitten King]

He was admittedly a little startled by her disappearance, but the confusion didn't last too long. Once she spoke up, he understood where she was - how was a little more elusive, but he'd learned not to question things during his years here. Tiny form, conjoining to objects, he could only guess at her power right now. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at her words, though. Under control, he'd heard that before, and even if it was the case... well it was still his job. He had never really enjoyed people butting in on his playtime.

"Did you now?" He raised a skeptical eyebrow, quite possibly to himself, before shaking his head. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to see about that, won't we?" He pulled the goggles that were laying around his neck up and around his eyes, and pulled the spare wire from his belt. He put his hand on the underside of the fridge again, and continued on in the same nonchalant tone as before. "Now unless you want to get electrocuted, you should probably get out from under there. Even then, Mr. Abelev would probably prefer I not do so, sooo..."

[Ixtlilton]

"Yes," Dragon said insistantly. "I did. One of the wires from the compressor to the compressor fan fritzed out causing the fridge to over heat and break down. It would have taken me maybe ten minutes to make a spare. And I am NOT going to get electrocuted. I'm... get your hand away from--oh, never mind!" Sulkily, she reformed on the opposite side of the fridge.

Putting a great deal of effort into not looking at the janitor repairman fellow, she snapped her hoodie up and put it back on. She knew exactly why she was in such a bad mood. He wasn't the kind of charismatic she was afraid of, he was the annoying kind of charismatic. Moreover, he clearly didn't believe she was a skilled mechanic, most likely because he was too busy thinking about the fact she had fallopian tubes instead of gonads. Ass.

Unfortunately, she had to walk towards him to grab her back. She looked determinedly at the wall or floor the whole time, though. She stuffed her tools back into the bag, already imagining the schematics for the gas releasing robot chicken that would inact her revenge.

[Kitten King]

Even as she reformed couldn't help but laugh to himself, just for a moment. "I don't mean that you're going to electrocute yourself. No, from what I sense in here, I think you've got enough skill for this sort of job to do it without that - done the normal way, of course." The long way, as he liked to call it. He prided himself in the speed with which he could usually get things done, considering how long it would take someone who wasn't equally as gifted. He glanced at her, still grinning to himself now, as she circled around him to get to her tools. "The way I do things, though... well, you'll see."

Showtime.

He leaned down a little more, making sure his hand was on some part of the metal on the bottom - he worked best through metal. He could feel the static of nearby connections through his fingertips already, ready and willing. The way he liked it. With a dinstinct kkrraackle and the flash of a spark, he sent a signal through the entire system, reading it as it cycled back. Mmm, yep, the wires were the last problem that needed fixing here. Everything else seemed okay.. though it could use some upgrading. He'd bring some spare parts and do that soon enough. For now, he had a job to focus on. Another faint buzz and few quick flashes, and the wiring from his other hand snaked its way to where it needed to be. Anyone else watching might think he was working half-blind - but he could see perfectly through the electric signals flashing back and forth in tiny sparks. Just enough to identify, not enough to interfere, a little bit flashy. Perfect for him, wasn't it?

Dragon, being in the general area, could probably feel the electricity Flash let off when he was working. It gave your hair that same prickle as when you were covered with static on a dry day, and while it didn't stick around for long, she would probably get a nice little zap if she touched metal in that time. He kept his free hand where it was, and soon enough, the old wiring wound itself around his hand. Another crack and a serious of sparks from the underside of the fridge - he was mostly setting off the residual static, but he did get the final information he needed. He moved back into a less dramatic crouch, fiddling with putting the old wiring back in his pouch, just in case he could save part of it later, and was satisfied.

"And there we go~" He pulled the goggles down from around his eyes, back around his neck. Now when he plugged it in, it would either work or start sparking at him. It was the first option ninety percent of the time, but he never disregarded that other ten percent anymore. Poor first year. He really hadn't meant for that to happen.

[Ixtlilton]

Dragon couldn't help rolling her still-red eyes (she'd gotten such a start she'd probably be like this for half a day). "I meant you wouldn't have eletrocuted me because I wasn't... It's complicated." It wasn't really. Have you ever tried to electrocute light or shadow? It doesn't work very well.

She paused, considering, as he started eletrocuting the fridge. She had seen that before, or something similar to it. "Technopath?" she asked with a frown. She'd met one before, but it sure as hell hadn't been him. She would have remembered. "Or just good with electricity?" Cheater... Good thing she'd gotten out from under the fridge, though. That light would have dashed the shadow out and she would have poofed into existence underneath a fridge. Ow. And that poor fridge would have gone flying, too...

But she wouldn't have been electrocuted.

After he was done, Bon Bon shot up Dragon's leg and into her jacket, his fur sticking out in all directions. Poor guy was NOT happy about that one bit. Dragon did notice that he had grabbed something shiny out of the janitor's bag, though. She approved; vengeance was sweet.

She heard something making little "zzzt" noises from her bag and swore under her breath. "You've put my mouse on the fritz!" she scolded the older man. She was holding what appeared to be a small robotic mouse-shaped... thing. "All the electricity you put off probably messed with his chips." She glared at him, the only time she'd met his eye since he'd first walked in. "I'd just gotten him running on his own."

[Kitten King]

Oh, complications. They seemed so rampant around here, he didn't even bat an eye when the word came up any longer. This didn't make sense, and that didn't really work like you'd expect - just a day in the life, he mused.

"All right, all right," he chuckled. "And, it's electricity - though I guess it almost counts as a technopath, sometimes. I can control anything that works with a current." He put a hand on the side of the fridge again, just to let himself feel the electricity buzzing around inside of it. "Give me the right spare parts, and I could probably turn this fridge into an oven and back again." He had quite the little workshop set up just for that - not that much of anyone really knew about it. Couldn't have kids go poking around in there, after all. He kept everything there under secure lock and key, just in case.

She caught his attention again with the mouse, and he frowned. Ah, damn - he hadn't known she'd had electronics like that in her bag. Well, the least he could do was offer to fix it.. it couldn't be too complicated, between being small and relatively simple-looking. With his prowess it wouldn't take long, he was sure of it.

"Whoops, sorry, heh. I can take a look, if you like?" He flashed another grin, but it was smaller, more subdued this time. He had enough of a brain in him to know that grinning like an idiot wouldn't get him out of anything in this case. "It's the least I can do to repay your shortening my job, am I right?"

[Ixtlilton]

Dragon didn't give him the ice cold look she wanted to (and hadn't used for a while, come to think of it) since she was avoiding looking at him. She just sort of glared at the mouse. "Where I come from, they taught us how to do that without psychically controlling a stove."

She had never quite like the other technopath she'd met, either.

If Dragon had been a cat, she would have been bristling even MORE visably. "I can fix it myself without you electrocuting my ferret again." And she'd figure out a way to load rotten eggs in it, too, if he kept acting like she couldn't repair things as well as he could just because she wasn't a magical mutant cheat.

As if to prove her point, she plopped right down on the floor and got out a very fine screwdriver. She could fix this mouse in record time, damnit, and she'd make that stupid blonde haired blue eyed pretty boy eat his little chauvinistic lady killer attitude. She had one more thing, though. "You know, are you gay? Because you really remind me of a friend of mine, who... well..." It was true, but he probably wasn't gay. She just didn't like him and wanted to find something that would offend him.

[Kitten King]

Huh. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this one. Good with mechanics, and sassy.. he was beginning to hope she was just playing hard to get. She kept going, though, aaanndd she was starting to cross the line a little. Not quite, but she was edging closer. There was a different between pleasantly sassy and... where he didn't want to go.

"Look, I didn't mean..." ..aaanndd there was the boundary. What reluctant part of his grin he had left vanished, to be left with a scowl in its place. "No. I am most certainly not." There was nothing wrong with being gay, but he WAS NOT gay, and that was the last sort of rumor he wanted flying around here. Absolute last. "Now if that's all," he leaned down near her to grab his jacket where he'd let it drop, picking it up and dusting it off as he put it back on. "I have other things to fix around here. Good luck with your... electric rodent." He turned as if to leave, pausing to glance back at her. Crazed chick... she reminded him of someone else. It wasn't somewhere he wanted to dwell.

[Ixtlilton]

"Didn't mean to imply that I can't fix my mouse, or didn't mean to imply that you don't like gays?" she asked as he began to storm off. She hoped he didn't expect her to move that fridge back, because she was pretty certain she was physically incapable of it. "He was my best friend growing up. Like a big brother. Also, you should plug in the refridgerator before you leave. I unplugged it so I wouldn't be electrocuted." She pointed towards the wire. "You probably don't have to."

She didn't mind his leaving, but she kind of wanted to make sure he disliked her enough to never show his pretty boy blue eyed face around her again. He gave her the heebie geebies. She glanced back down again, expecting him to just plug in the fridge and storm off.

Damn, this chip was fried. Where the hell was she going to get another one? It was a total pain to get down into town with the rules they had set in place. She frowned at it, having forgotten by now that Flash had ever been there. "Idiot," she muttered to herself. "Because I so have the money to just buy these things left and right..."

[Kitten King]

"..." He really wanted to snap something back, but he couldn't think of how to say anything. He just wanted to.. to... god, he didn't know what he wanted to do! Yell, throw something, at least snap back - but he wouldn't. He would keep his head, keep his head.. it wouldn't get to him. He wouldn't let it. Instead, he just turned back around, and gave a sharp motion with his arm that caused the refrigerator plug to move back into place, and glared down at her as his hand returned to his side. He waited a couple extra moments of glare time, just to make sure the fridge didn't spontaneously combust, before walking swiftly over and giving it a shove back into place.

"...you really shouldn't talk like that to people you don't know." His voice was quiet, even. Though he was standing almost beside her, he didn't even glance down once - just stared through the doorway with a focused gaze. Then he moved again, through the doorways of the kitchen, and did not look back.

He wanted nothing more to do with her.

[Ixtlilton]

Dragon hadn't actually been aware he was still in the room. Maybe she had super concentration, or maybe just tunnel vision, but she had been busy tinkering with the mouse and trying to see if there was a way she could just repair the chip she had. She hadn't been expecting to suddenly feel a presence right next to her, or to hear a quiet voice full of surpressed anger.

Her eyes couldn't actually get any redder, but fortunately, her body had other automatic ways to deal with the sudden explosion of burning panic, like shooting herself blindly away from where she was sitting with a strangled cry of terror... right into the refrigerator.

Oh... ow... he had moved it.

She slid to the ground, grasping her head where it had connected with cold, hard fridge. FUCK now she was dizzy. Where was she, where was she? The florescent lights that before had only been annoying were now a death threat, as was the cold white floor that reflected the light back up into her starstruck eyes.

Fuck, the world was spinning. She couldn't see, she couldn't see. She scrambled across the ground, feeling desperately for the sensation of shadow. The longer it was taking her to find it, the more her panic grew, and the more she just sort of flailed around blidly on the floor, until she merely gave up and collapsed into a shaking, whimpering pile in the corner.