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Outside the Dorms; Sunday Morning

In leui of giving his roommate and his well-protected girlfriend some privacy, Chad made his way outside and found a nice spot underneath a tree. Open guitar case spread out leisurely beside him, he cradled his bass against him as he idly plucked to the music playing through his headphones. Might as well get some practise in. He'd hate to just end up disappointing the band, or feeling that he'd just gotten in merely because he was the only bass player who auditioned. So he'd have to start getting a little more serious about it.

[[ open, though I do a disappearing act in about an hour or so, for an hour or so, then back for a bit before work ]]

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"I haven't met Luna, no," but he really liked her name, and wonder if she really was much like the moon. He wondered if Miss Moon and his Big Sis Aeryn Sun were friends. He hoped that they were, because it would cause a great deal of amusement for him. "I should say hi to her in class, though. And I'm working with Ranma. We're going to do something on muscles."

"Oh, really?" Asked the girl with super strength that had nothing to do with her muscles mass. "Do you have anything more than that planned out yet?"

"Not a clue," Chad admitted with a strum. "But we figured it was an approriate topic for us."

"Do you have special powers?" Molly asked, a light of curious excitement in her eyes.

"...Special....powers?" Molly actually pulled a reaction out of Chad, a surprised one, his eyes growing a little wide as he looked over at her. It was really...random, he felt, although it did take him back to all the first day stuff that told him he should expect things like this. For all the talk, almost all of Chad's conversations had been very normal and he'd rather forgotten about things like that.

"Uh, yeah, I do, actually..." He arched an eyebrow, hidden by his hair. "You wanna see?"

He totally had no issues against showing off special powers to cute girls. Even if his special power wasn't all that special.

"Yes!" Molly said eagerly.

Chad nodded, amused by the amusment although his face remained steady and stoic. Placidly, he set his guitar aside, and held out his left arm as if to warm Molly to keep her distance. It always felt awkward to do it when he wasn't actually in action, but he pulled his right arm back and sent a good, firm punch in the the air, straightening the arm through. A little smoke and shimmer gathered around the movement, cloaking his arm a bit, and then clearing to reveal a strange sort of red and black armour encased around his right arm. He hit it a few times with his left fist; it made a slight clunking sound.

"Nearly impenitrable," he explained to her, unrolling his right first, wrapping it back up to flex the now armour-clad muscle.

Molly scooted back a bit when he held out his left arm. Her eyes widened when the armor formed. "That is so cool!," she said as she studied Chad's arm from where she was. "Is it some sort of device, like an armband or something? Or is it a part of you?"

She didn't even think that it might be an uncomfortable question. She was so used to dealing with people with powers that she often didn't think about the fact that some might not be comfortable talking about how they got them.

"It's..." Hmm, how to explain something that didn't even really make that much sense to him. "Spiritual energy? I don't know, it's strange. It's a power I got recently because of the spiritual energy of a friend of mine back home. I'm actually a little surprised it still works here, since he's not here. It might go away after a while...or it could be perminant, I don't really know..."

"Neat!" Molly said. "What do you do back home? Do you need to use your power a lot?"

Chad scrached his head with his unarmoured hand. He wasn't sure if his explaination would help much, as he didn't really know quite how to explain it. "Don't do much, really. There was this...thing...that we did...with the world of the dead. Soul Society, is what they called it. I didn't do much, it was all mostly Ichigo, but I guess I was kind of there as protector? I'm good for blocking things that other people would be descimated by, I suppose."

"The world of the dead?" Molly asked, much more seriously, her expression falling just a little. "What does I-Ichigo," she stumbled a little over the name, trying to pronounce it correctly, "do in the world of the dead?"

"Well, while we were there, he was trying to save a friend, so he mostly just fought with everyone until we got to her. But, when he wasn't trying to infiltrate a corrupt Soul Society government, he was acting as a substitute Shinigami. Death God. Putting tortured souls to rest." He nodded. He thought Ichigo's work was very admirable.

He also realized that he might have sounded completely crazy. Or very creative. He didn't mind being seen as either one.

Molly dealt with enough weird stuff in her life that she didn't even blink at Chad's explanation.

"So, he helps dead people and you protect him? That's good," she said with a nod.

"How hard can you hit with your arm like that?" She was back to being curious again.

Chad's shoulders squared proudly. That was right. Ichigo helped dead people, and he protected Ichigo. Being reminded of it made his head swell a bit, but it also made him miss the Strawberry.

"Pretty hard," he told her with a nod. "It increases my strength, but I don't get a chance to hit much. Mostly, I've just used it to block things, or punch through walls....or punch people through walls."

Molly grinned. "That's mostly what I do. Punch things. I'm not good at blocking because of my size, but at least I can take the hits."

"Yeah?" Chad isn't exactly sure he's hearing Molly correctly. Of course, he knew from first hand experience, hand drifting to a phantom pain in his jaw, that cute little packages could whop a pretty good punch, so maybe it wasn't so off the wall that Molly had Ranma-like strength, too. And after he considered that, he came to one conclusion. "I'd like to get to see that one day." But, hopefully, not on his face.

"Yeah," Molly said with a nod. "I'm a mutant with super strength." Then she laughed. "Somebody wanted me to pick you up at the meet and greet lawn party to prove how strong I was, but I figured that would be a little rude considering I hadn't met you yet ~~and the player wasn't online for me to ask permission~~." She grinned at him.

There was a tiny tug of a grin in the corner of his mouth; the thought amused him enough to grant one, definately.

And he was two seconds away from asking Molly if she wanted to give it a try now, but, just as he opened his mouth, it snapped shut again. The last time a girl had picked him up (were there really so many strong girls at this school? This was nothing but good news to Chad who always worried about more delicate things around him), the results had been pretty bad. And things were, in his mind, going quite nicely with Molly, and he didn't want to have to go through that with her like he had with Ranma.

"If you ever want to pick me up," he said finally, thinking this would be a safe way to put it, "go for it. Just give me a warning first."

Molly laughed again, just a little. "Thanks, Chad. I'll remember that. But, I should let you get back to your practicing now." She stood up. "It was very nice to finally talk to you. I'll see you in class tomorrow."

He lifted his hand in a wave, took back up his guitar. "Yup. See ya then, Molly."

"Bye!"

Molly continued on her way to her original destination.

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