To go or not to go [OPEN]

Dylan was taking his daily walk when he spotted an interesting phenomenon occurring at the school entrance. A girl Dylan had never seen before was what looked like debating whether or not to step into the school. He knew the feeling, a new school was always scary, and one where people had powers even more so. Deciding to help the girl feel more welcome, he began walking towards the girl and called out," Hello! Are you new to Beata?"

Dylan grinned at her obvious embarrassment. Glancing down at the solid orange shirt he was wearing he said,"Thanks. I was going to wear purple but orange is a better color for the season. Anyway,my shirt aside, my name is Dylan. Welcome to the strangely wonderful school we call Beata." Dylan held out his hand for a handshake following his hopefully warm and not too formal introduction.

Dylan frowned as she asked the question about fighting. Fighting on campus was not allowed but some are known to happen."Well, strictly speaking there is no fighting on campus, with or without gifts, but I guess like any school we have fights. There is recreational fighting during the summer tournament but that is all an illusion induced on the fighters so no one is hurt. For example, I had a hole burned though my chest, but it was healed and I don't remember any pain." Dylan said smiling. What really interested him at that moment was what her gift was.

Dylan grinned at the question. It was always a pleasure to explain his powers."Well, my power is equivalent exchange as I like to call it. Think of it like alchemy. I can reconstruct the shape of anything, well anything nonorganic, as long as it retains the proper mass." For an example, Dylan took a surikan out of his pocket and reformed it into a miniature Statue of Liberty."If I may ask, what is your gift?"

Dylan happily obligated her request and put the statue in her hand."Well, that is quite an interesting power. Must be a pain though. How does one know to live with their decisions or live to regret them? God knows I would be too tempted by that power to change my past or know my future. How do you live with that pressure?" Dylan knew it was a personal question but he had to know. That much power would be chaos if he had it.

Dylan grimaced at her words. Maybe gifts did follow some rules of equivalent exchange, the bigger the payout the bigger the risk, just like everything else in life. Dylan nodded to show he understood."I understand you're concern. Many people in Beata have strings attached to their gifts, both mental and physical. For example, when I try to change something too big I can lose my sanity for a while. Trust me when I say, that is not a pretty sight. Anyway, getting away from this grim stuff, I have a question. Why are you so hesitant to walk in. Beata is just like any other school, albeit a super powered one." Dylan smiled, hoping that the question he asked was not about to be met with hostility.

Dylan was taken aback by the fact she had been in prison. She seemed to sweet to have done something to get two years inside one. He himself had never been in any kind of disciplinary facility but he knew they were not good places. Deciding it would be too forward to ask he said,"I won't intrude on that subject, seems personal. IF you want to tell me why you were there you can but to be honest I don't really care. As Rick Warren said,“We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.” Dylan smiled before making a little plaque with the words engraved on it with a pair of surikan.