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[bestamontillado]

[You'd think things would be peaceful on the day off. You really would.]

[Hell, Spade was damn well hoping they'd be peaceful, and was trying to just get out to somewhere on the grounds that was quiet and didn't have people around.]

[But no, there was no such luck; he wasn't even going to really get far from the dorm building without running into a few of the more ... Jock NPC's.]

[Which meant that anyone going out today is going to find one thin and fairly short teenager currently backed up against a wall with a good four of the school "tough guys" jittering between "a little afraid" and "threatening" while one of them is actively cornering him; there's an awful lot of posturing going on for someone twice his size, and Spade is almost as much focused on NOT melting the walls right now.]

What, is that it? Not even going to say anything after all that talk in class?

[Welp. The walls are not, in fact, melting.]

I'm not afraid of you, freak!

[Aaaaand that's one possibly not well advised move to grab Spade by the front of his shirt.]

[Depending on when any interference happens, it might be hard to tell who actually needs rescuing here. Anyone want to possibly prevent a mini-re-enactment of Carrie?]

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[movingforces]

[Unfortunately for kids like these, at least one teacher isn't so far-removed from her own childhood bullies to forget that this sort of thing happens when you cram a bunch of adolescents in one space and force them to live together. Said teacher has little room in her heart to forgive such behavior from anyone, and seems to... actively... hunt it down?

Nothing like the world's biggest grouch deciding she wants to patrol to really piss in a jock gang's cheerios. Oh, she's smaller than them for sure, but it's really just their luck they tried this confrontation outside.

The only warning the one grabbing Spade gets is a sudden, counter-intuitive gust of wind, followed by a spark aimed at his legs that is more than enough to rob him of muscle control temporarily.] Shall I make you feel as small as you wish him to? I have excellent aim, and if you know anything about what happens to your body when you lose control of certain muscle groups...

[Tris has one of her braids down, sparks crawling from the loose hair to her medallion, and dancing in a circle on her hand.] Equally, I can assure you that you will be suspended from your beloved sports teams for gross misconduct. Nevermind any other kind of suspension.

[bestamontillado]

[Well, this is something that doesn't happen often - at least, it'd be someone like Ugetsu that he knows, if anyone.]

[After getting let go of, he's just going to you know, become one with the wall until he's sure it's clear; the other threats do seem to get balking, but not really backing down completely and almost changing focus...]

[The reminder they're dealing with a teacher? Yeah, that's where there's slinking off with glares cast back and grumbling about "teacher's pet" - leaving for now, if not for good.]

[Which leaves one sort-of dumbfounded teenage Spade trying to process how he's supposed to react to this - that and processing that he's in one piece and nobody's maimed, so it takes him a minute to remember that there's ... usually something that's considered basic courtesy.]

Ah ... thanks.

[movingforces]

[Tris feeds the lightning back into her hair and rebraids it, tying it off with a ribbon that looks fairly obvious next to the rest of her hair.] Hardly. Those- I hesitate to call them 'boys'- are quite lucky I was not more inclined to show them just how much damage losing control of one's bowels can do.

[In a way, isn't it comforting to know it's not actually about you, Spade? Tris is only looking at you in a cursory, once-over way.] Put a large number of adolescents from different economic backgrounds and social groups and lump them all in one place and this is what you get, rather unfortunately.

[bestamontillado]

[He's taking careful note of that bit with the lightning; he's still a bit unsure - he doesn't usually get HELP, and he's cautious of trusting it, particularly without Elena around.]

I'm used to it by now.

((And then we remembered one thing about him being a teenager that is a bit wibbly.))

[movingforces]

[Tris does not look impressed. If anything, that makes her expression darken considerably.]

As was I, at your age. [Not that she's that much older than Spade.]