A Frog Man with A Plan [Open]

For something that his parents ranted and raved about, Ashden expected Beata Academy to be something much more impressive. He'd come from a very average background, nothing extraordinary, but none of that mattered to him. Ashden Caldwell wanted to be the best and believed he deserved the best. Being thrown carelessly into the initiate dorms had left him pissed off. The room he now sat and carelessly leaned back into the bed was no doubt more impressive than his plain room at home. There was that. But the thought never crossed his mind. Instead, the boy was contented to be cross in his new environment.

Other students had busied themselves with getting to know each other or take moments to test out their gifts. Thinking about it, he scoffed. These pathetic kids believed themselves to be better than others because of their untamed natural abilities. Ashden stretched his arms in front of him, studying the well-developed muscles in his forearms. He could take any of them in a fair physical fight, not one skewed by stupid gifts. As he did this, a tiny frog about the size of a dime, fell from his palm and onto his stomach. A low grumble left the side of his mouth as he looked at it with disgust. His frogs were such and unnecessary thing; he did not need or want them. They simply appeared.

Maybe that would be the one useful thing he could pick up here, learning to make the frog creation come and go at will. Mostly, he longed to tame it purely for the idea that one day he would no longer have to use it. The little creature blinked up at him and it was only out of a softness reserved for the tiny frogs that he didn't swat it away. Soon enough it would dissolve. What a strange and pointless ability. Ashden returned the look, scowling down at it. There was a scuffle at the door and instinctively, his hand rushed to cover up the frog, just as it evaporated. He straightened up to face the other student who appeared with a look of disdain, "What the hell do you want?"

After getting his foot healed at the infirmary, Ace headed back to the initiates dorm to finish unpacking. Even just in the infirmary, he had witnessed abilities only that of anime or sci-fi. That wasn't to mention the powers of those who weren't visiting the nurse at the time. He stepped into the dorm with relaxed shoulders and a content expression, half-melted ice pack in his hand and a much less sore foot, only to flinch back as he saw another more agitated student. First the dude with the healing powers, and now there's this student... What's with him walking in on an irritated person whenever he enters a room? "Chill, I was just gonna go finish unpacking." he raised his arms up as he flinched back, when something small and colorful flung out of his hand. He immediatly caught it back as his steel blue eyes looked over to the obnouxiously bright red and yellow colored candy fan, just the "fan part" of the candy container, that he had accidentally summoned.

He stared back at the student, trying to see any sort of reaction. The dude probably saw the fan already, no point in trying to hide it. Ace faced the tiny cheap fan towards the student and held his thumb down on the little plastic button. The fan's tiny whirring sound was the only thing that filled the awkward silence as its foam blades spun around for a little bit before eventually jamming themselves. The weak motor inside of the candy fan gave a few "wtss" and "ptss" before the entire fan evaporated. Ace kept eye contact with the student, trying to gauge a response.

Palms sunk into the bedding, imprint his hands into the mattress as he propped himself up. Ashden's eyes drank in the sight of the other student. In one hand was an ice pack; the surface of it was beaded with condensation. The boy, whose name he had yet to learn, had flinched at the abrasive entrance. At this point, he'd generally expected such a response to his personality and he hardly batted an eye. It appeared this was another new kid. And he was here to unpack. Hopefully this other guy wouldn't get in his way too much. All Ashden wanted to do was best everyone else in combat, ace every exam, and learn to control his stupid power so he would never have to deal with it again. Stranger here claimed to just be around to unpack. Fine. Ashden was resigned to lean back before something materialized from the kid's raised hand.

His mouth parted slightly as he watched it fall to the floor. The silence between them was broken by the slight plastic thunk. It took a moment for him to digest what had just happened. There hadn't been anything in his palm and then, there was. This thing had just materialized, in a similar way to the frogs that sporadically appeared in his palms. But this, it was a fan? There was a pathetic sputtering before the thing disappeared. Ashden stared at the spot where it had been for a moment. Finally, he blinked and a smile burst across his features, accompanied by raucous laughter. He leaned back crossed his arms over his stomach as he continued. It took several seconds before Ashden was wiping tears of joy from his eyes, "Jesus, the hell was that? Don't tell me that's your fucking power?"

Ace was fully expecting the people he met to react to his power with either laughter or awkwardness. He thought, knew, that his gift was pathetic, but honestly, he found it funny in a self-ironic sort of way. So, he just snickered as the other student laughed like a hyena, and once the stranger finished laughing and asked him that rhetorical question, Ace simply shrugged and smirked. "Well, not sure what I should tell you then."

He lowered his hands back down as he tilted his head away a bit. "Some people can heal the sick and injured, some people can run faster than any creature on the planet, and me? I can make fans. At first I thought, "Maybe I can create electronics?", and tried to summon things like lightbulbs and remote controls, but no. I can only make fans. And I'm not even that good at it." he spoke without shame or embarrassment. Was his power stupid? Yes. Could he do anything about it? No. So he might as well accept the fan-god powers he was given.

His naturally mean-spirited reply was dulled by the self-deprecating humor of the other student. Ashden found himself mildly surprised at the response and settled for a lopsided smirk as he sized up the boy. The last thing he'd expected was to find someone's whose presence he could tolerate in this stupid place. But, whoever this ridiculous god of fans was, certainly had his attention. Leaning back on the stack of pillows throwing across the top of his bed, Ashden rested his hands behind his head. The light flicker of interest in his eyes as he stared at Ace was the only indication that he was listening to the superhero origin story. Powers really could be anything, huh? From frogs to fans, Beata was sure to have some crazy shit going on here. He finally scoffed out of the side of his mouth after a moment of silence.

"We'll, you better figure it out, Fan Boy. I'll be coming to you if it gets too hot. Hopefully you can manage a little better than that pathetic thing in the future." His left hand lowered to scratched his right cheek as his eyes closed, "You have a name?" It wasn't like he much cared for the boy's name, or really cared to be polite. It was simply nice to have the knowledge. Regardless, he planned to call this kid Fan Boy for the rest of his life.