OOC: Continued from Here.
Darkness slowly crept through the Cullen's Institute. With the rising night, brought on by a beautiful sunset, Mel walked out to the pool area, dressed in swimming trunks that went well past his knees, non-slip swim shoes, and a tight, red t-shirt with some obscure symbol emblazoned upon it. Slung over his shoulder was a white towel, which contrasted sharply with the rich red shirt and the black trunks and swimming shoes.
A cloud rolled across the slowly creeping night sky, a grey color on the background of crimson-turned-purple, the last rays peeking over it. It was last call for the sun, and it wanted a shot to go. Mel found the pool easily; it stood out on the well-kept school grounds, particularly in the recreational area. Strangely, despite the fact that it was a nice night for a swim, there were no other swimmers about. He actually had the pool to himself. Or would until Anja got here, Mel thought to himself.
There was no lack of confidence in him. He knew she would come, after all, the small kiss on his cheek, and the warm goodbye eariler that day, before the classes began, almost insured that.
Once he found himself poolside, Mel sat the towel down on a lounge chair before setting himself down. He removed the pool shoes, and sat them at the foot of the lounger. He pulled the red shirt over his head, haphazardly tossing it behind him, the red cloth landing on the white chair back.
Mel eased himself into the pool, finding the water to be as warm as bath water. It felt good on the muscles, especially after a long day, coupled with a long jog that he took a few hours before, just as classes ended. He sighed, before slowly dunking his body into the water, leaning his head backwards and blowing air through his nostrils to keep them from becoming filled with the water. The black long hair lay upon his neck and back, away from his face. The beads trickled down his back and chest, leaving glistening traces upon the tattoos across them. The ink blots of various designs seemed to move even more so in the pool's underwater light and the light of the moon, the tattoos coming to life and writhing about.
Mel spent the better part of an hour in the dying light of the oncoming night, swimming laps down the pool. In his resting time, Mel had a strange thought, and decided to test out his powers in the pool. After all, you could see the vibrations in a body of water.
He took a breath, and shook his hands slowly, watching them stir the water around them. Steadily, he increased the speed of his shaking, the water beginning to bubble just at the surface. Soon, Mel stopped his hands from shaking, bringing them to rest. Yet the vibrations at the surface and in the water only strengthened, sending massive ripples throughout the greenish-blue water. Mel lifted his hands, still concentrating on the kinetic energy being unleashed in the pool, and brought his hand down hard, slapping the water's surface. The resulting concussion displaced well over two foot of water in front of him, the vibrations lancing outward, cutting a path through the water, stopping at the concrete. Fortunately, there was at least eighty feet or more between Mel's origin of the shockwave, and the ending point at the wall, lest the vibrations actually crack the concrete.
Mel looked bewildered. He could do much more than just amplify his voice. He could actually control the vibrations around him, and create concussive forces without actually speaking. Awesome. Mel then thought, If I can do this, then surely I can silence or still the vibrations around me?
Mel took several breaths, before submersing himself. The vibrations of his movement shook the water around him, displacing it normally. Summoning his kinetic energy, Mel slowed it down, bringing his entire body to a halt. As he did so, the waves around him ceased to be, stilling the very water that he had disturbed only moments ago. Soon, well after thirty seconds of being submersed, it would seem that no one had ever even broken the surface of the water, let alone still be laying in the deep, waiting. Mel still had plenty of air in his lungs, but brought himself up slowly. Every movement Mel felt should have displaced water, churning it up, bringing some commotion to the surface, some waves or some bubbles. But nothing came. Not a single movement. Even when he broke the water, cresting in absolute silence, not a single wave at all. Even when he slowly exhaled his spent air, Mel heard absolutely nothing. Mel stood there, water dripping down his body, impacting the surface yet leaving no trace of impact whatsoever. He marvelled at this power he had. He could raise his voice to damaging levels, create concussive blasts of sonic and kinetic energy, and could even still the kinetic vibrations around him, effectively silencing the area around him. What more could I accomplish?
And as he thought this to himself, he heard someone approaching. Strange that he could still hear, despite the area of silence around him. Then he realized that he wasn't actually hearing them. Mel was feeling the vibrations of their movements, of their existence. They could probably stand still, and Mel could still probably feel the vibrations and sonic waves that their living body would make, such as the pulse of a heart beat, the breaths taken with each passing moment, or the slight vibrations of each bat of the eyelids. Mel stood, amazed at his own powers. Yet chances were, if the approaching person was Anja, then he would be amazed even further once she was within sight.
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