No wine, no fun. [OPEN!]

[dinaah]

Ah, the cafeteria, a lovely place to be, isn't it? Crowded, filled with students that would be completely normal, if this wasn't a school for special kids, as they called them. Luckily, today no tables were bent awkwardly, there was nothing hanging on the ceiling, and the day outside was just bright. Of course, he'd dodge anything that happened to come his way, he could kick whatever came his way as long as it wasn't laser beams or acid.

Whoever shoots laser beams, anyway? The Portuguese sighed, and went to the counter. First task: get coffee.

"Uma bica, por favor." Gabriel muttered to the woman on the cafeteria, smiling awkwardly. He had forgotten for a moment she wasn't like some teachers, who could understand anything you said, even if they had never learnt said language. Actually, did she even have powers?

She simply stared at Gabe. And Gabe stared back. They kept staring at each other. Stare.

"Ah!" Gabriel muttered after a while, slapping his own forehead. Of course she didn't understand, he wasn't in Portugal. She'd never understand... He lowered his head as a faint blush from embarassment came to his cheeks. "One coffee, please." He said later, loud and clear, raising a finger. If she didn't understand that, it would be strange...

The woman giggled, turned around and started to make his coffee. "And, win-- oh, nothing." He was about to ask wine, but then he remembered. They were on a school, no school serves alcoholic beverages. Stupid Gabriel! She seemed to ignore, probably he wasn't the first one trying to get some alcohol there.

He tapped his fingers against the counter as he waited, taking his coffee and a small sandwich he asked later. He started to wonder why did it take so long, but that was useless now. First, he needed a table. Shaking his head, he narrowed his eyes around until he spotted an empty one at the far end of the cafeteria, and smiled a tiny bit as he grabbed a seat. Six empty places, all for himself.

Well, it was an empty table now, but surely more people would come soon. He just hoped he wouldn't meet any sort of crazy guy, or girl. Sipping his coffee, he leaned back on his seat, watching the crowd and trying to guess which powers each one had.

What? It was a fun game, despite the fact he looked like some random stalker. Raios

[finisque]

Vash didn't like being in the cafeteria. In fact, he usually made an effort to avoid it. It was crowded, and stank of students' sweat. Their annoying chattering made him feel like materialising his gun and shooting them, in some desperate attempt to shut them up. But of course, even after shooting them, they'd probably still continue with their incessant noise.

Though he usually tried staying away from the cafeteria, today, Vash didn't have a choice but to go. He'd somehow forgotten to bring his breakfast, and he was left with nothing but his books and money. He hadn't eaten since lunch the day before either, and he wasn't looking forward to beginning a day without any food.

When he reached, it was more or less what he had expected--crowded. The lines were long and the tables were quite full; and the entire place was so noisy it was driving him crazy. He sighed, rushing to the shortest line. He just wanted to buy his lunch, eat it, and get out of the cafeteria as fast as he could.

It seemed almost ages before it was his turn to get his food--he bought an egg sandwich, too impatient to get anything else which took time to eat, and moved out of the queue. He scanned the cafeteria for a place to sit, but there were no tables that were completely empty. He scowled. He didn't want to share a table with some unbelievably annoying group of students who didn't know when to stop talking.

He glanced around for a while, and was almost about to give up, when he noticed a boy sitting at a table by himself--the boy seemed quiet enough, and less of a nuisance than the other students in the cafeteria. Vash sighed. There weren't any completely empty tables, so he figured that he didn't have a choice. At least he seemed much less rowdy there as compared to other tables. He moved towards that table and tapped on the boy's shoulder. "Excuse me, may I sit here?"

[dinaah]

Gabriel jumped on his seat. He didn't mind touching, as long as it wasn't any kind of peversion, but it still surprised him, the pat. Luckily, he didn't do anything like grab and bite his hand out of nothing, stupid reflexes.

"Ah, sure..." He looked up at the boy, and offered him a warm smile, pushing one of the chairs a bit. "Sit down!" he added, sipping his coffee again while he took a good look at this new boy.

He didn't look crazy, but who knew... He looked the short-tempered type, however. Who knew? His power could be related to fire, or speed. Gabriel wouldn't just take random guesses with this one, he waited for the boy to sit down and then soon made sure to present himself.

"I'm Gabriel, a junior..." he started. "My powers are Night Vision... and Superhuman reflexes." he added, wincing a bit. He had only realized he had the Night Vision once he joined this shool, and they ruled tests on him. He wasn't exactly aware of it before, and he also needed to control his reflexes better. People said he could've become a hero, but he barely felt like he had enough power. Well, this only time would tell.

Shaking his head to get back into reality, he moved closer to the table and stared into the other's eyes, a warm and somewhat playful smile on his lips. "And you? Also a junior?" What? He was curious!

[finisque]

"Thank you." Vash replied, taking the seat that the boy had offered him. He removed the wrapper of the sandwich carefully, making sure not to drop any--even though it was the cheapest thing there, it still cost money. And money was not to be wasted.

He glanced at the boy, who introduced himself as Gabriel. He seemed nice enough, and most importantly, not annoying. A bit on the friendly side though. He watched as the other shook himself out of what seemed to be a daze and glance towards him.

When the other moved closer to the table and asked him about himself, Vash moved away slightly, feeling a bit awkward. "I'm a senior. My name is Vash Zwingli." he replied. "And my power is energy manipulation."

He took a bite out of his sandwich. He didn't know what else to say to Gabriel. He wasn't good at making conversations--he often found himself too embarrassed or awkward to speak to some stranger, or getting annoyed with the other person. This was why he preferred sitting by himself or with his sister. He didn't know what to say to others.

He glanced away--the cafeteria seemed to be getting more crowded, and he hoped that nobody else sat on the empty chairs at the table they were at. He didn't want to have to deal with other potentially irritating people.

[dinaah]

A senior?! And this power, energy manipulation... Curious, no doubt. And Vash certainly was one of the heroes, probably. Gabriel doubted a lot he was a sidekick. He started to wonder about this guy, a serious type, meticulously organized... Did he have parents alive? A brother maybe? A girlfriend, or a boyfriend? He looked down, sipped his coffee, and decided to ask a few questions.

Vash wouldn't say a thing about himself if he didn't ask.

"That's nice." he hummed, staring at him. "Do you have any family still, Zwingli?" Better go with last names first, although his Portuguese accent was so heavy when he said 'Zwingli', maybe 'Vash' would be less... awkward. "I mean, anyone studying here? Because... that's a different surname."

Well, he shouldn't also stuff him with questions, or else he'd end up being punched and a fight surely wouldn't be the best way to start a friendship. He would, however, thank the heavens a lot if this guy was a little less serious.

"I don't have any siblings here, you see... Only my father is alive, and he stayed in Lisboa." His accent is getting more pronounced. Help. "He doesn't have any powers, except show up randomly..." he hums, making a little joke to brake the ice when--

"One more thing," he added, blinking and moving close. Next, he suddenly grabbed the other boy's head with his right hand and pulled it down, seconds before his left hand grabbed a cupcake. A flying one, that would've hit his face.

"Oh!" Gabriel beamed, eating the cupcake happily and licking his fingers after. "My lucky day, it's chocolate~!"

[finisque]

"Yes, I have a younger sister, who studies here as well." Vash replied awkwardly. He didn't really like talking about his family or about himself much. Not many people talked to him, after all. He supposed he intimidated them too much.

He listened to Gabriel ramble on, not paying very close attention to what he was saying--wait, was that an attempt to joke? Vash stared at him blankly.

Vash raised an eyebrow when Gabriel added that he had another thing to say. He had a shock when the other pushed his head down--he was about to snap at the junior for that--when he realised that he'd just been saved from a flying cupcake.

Vash scowled. He hated being taken unaware.

He was about to turn around and snap at the person who'd thrown it--whoever it had been, was probably still in the canteen. The person was likely to hear him shouting, in any case.

Another student turned up just as he was about to do so, though--he had black hair and didn't look very European--and asked if he could sit.

Vash sighed to himself. He was hoping no one else would come and sit with them; having to sit with one other person was bad enough. He didn't want to sit with more people.

"No, it's free. You may sit here." He replied, albeit slightly reluctantly. He really hated having to share a table with people other than his sister.

[dinaah]

Gabriel couldn't help but chuckle at the face Vash made once he pulled the other's head down. He should have expected something in the lines, an angry snap but it still surprised him. Why couldn't he simply go back to eating his sandwich and forget it? Some people weren't like that...

Still, the Portuguese smiled, licking his lips and cleaning himself with a napkin after, nodding to himself. He also had a younger sister, this man... He had forgotten to ask where was the other from, but right when he was about to do so, something else caught his attention.

It was another student, with a dark, tanned skin and a long, dark hair. He looked so different, exotic even. Something Egyptian, or Arabian... Gabriel raised both eyebrows at the newcomer, biting his lower lip at first, but once he saw the warm smile and pleasant expression... Well, he couldn't say no.

"No, please!" he beamed, waving a hand. "Of course you can join us. Here, I'm Gabriel, junior, and that's Vash, senior." he pointed, sipping his coffee after. "And you are...?" He started, already curious.

He like to meet not only new places, but new people too. And God knows where the curious type came from, imagine the marvelous things he could tell from his homeland! Vash was also somewhat an interesting figure - Gabriel was sure that under the harshness there was, at least, a strong brother-figure. But all that, he knew he'd find out only much later. Such a shame!

Taking a bite from his sandwich, the Portuguese waited and looked at both, watching their reactions. The new student would surely speak first, but then again... Who knows. He also wondered about this boy's powers... he seemed so mysterious.

Gabriel pondered what he seemed like to the other two. Well, as long as they didn't ask about the small rooster embroidered on his bag, everything would be just fine.

[finisque]

Vash watched as the foreign student slowly neatened his attire before eating. He wasn't going to comment, though--it wasn't his problem what the student liked to do before eating.

Gabriel introduced both him and Vash to the foreign student, offering their grades. It irked Vash a little--he could introduce himself!--but he didn't say anything, and just frowned. He didn't really feel like introducing himself a second time anyway.

The foreign student introduced himself as Aali--that definitely sounded like a middle-eastern name. Aali continued fixing his outfit up, and Vash watched him do so. Could his culture have somehow dictated that he needed to be neat in his meals?

Vash continued watching, but didn't react until Aali offered him and Gabriel hand sanitizer. It was only at that point did his eyebrow raise. Never before had he seen a student carry around hand sanitizer or use it before eating. Usually students just went to the toilets or a sink to wash their hands instead of carrying around hand sanitizer.

"No, it's fine. I washed my hands earlier and I'm eating right now so it wouldn't make a difference if I put it on." Vash replied stiffly. That was one of the oddest things that anyone had said to him, definitely.

The foreign student commented on his food and mentioned that he'd probably opt for vanilla yoghurt from then on. Vash shrugged. He never took the mystery meat anyway, so he didn't know how hazardous it could be. He had heard of a student ending up in a hospital from throwing up constantly after eating the meat though.

"I don't know, I've never eaten it before." He replied. "I usually eat the sandwiches or cheese." Those were the safest options after all. And cheapest. Not to mention, cheese always tasted fine--it was cheese, after all.

That mystery meat did look suspiciously dangerous though. He was glad that he didn't take anything with the word "mystery" in it. He'd always been suspicious of what they put in their "mystery" food anyway.

He mentally wished Aali the best of luck.

[dinaah]

Gabriel stared for a while as the student.. Aali, adjusted his tunic and fixed the turban he was wearing. He didn't remember seeing someone adjusting their clothes before eating like that since that old, stupid Turk. The Portuguese jerked his lips to the side for a moment, frowning before he sighed and took another bite of his sandwich.

Vash also seemed to be paying attention to him, and while for Gabriel it had been quite funny that he got so irked for being presented, Aali didn't seem to mind. He wondered what the.. German, if he could call Vash such, was thinking. By his looks, certainly not something good - he looked quite annoyed, maybe shocked, Gabe couldn't tell.

It was just then that Aali offered them some hand sanitizer. What...? Gabriel felt his cheeks go bright red at the mention of hygiene. N-not that he was unclean, no way! He just forgot to wash his hands. Crap. Shifting a bit in his seat, he looked down at his sandwich and focused on eating it, trying to calm himself down and taking the last sip of his coffee.

"Hm, no, thanks... I'm already eating, you see." He shrugged, trying not to look at him so his embarrassment wouldn't be obvious.

It was weird, completely strange that a boy would carry around such a thing as a hand sanitizer, of all things, but there were so many different kinds of people where he was... It was probably something from his homeland, like his own rooster.

Aali started talking again, something about his food. Gabriel briefly looked down at his sandwich and then at the meat, if you could call that nasty food "meat", it surely didn't look pretty. The Portuguese gulped, frowning and making a face at the plate. He had been raised eating good food, home-made codfish with pastries, sauces, not this... vomit. It was despicable.

"Really..." He started after Vash, still staring with disgust at the place. "If something like tentacles come out of it, don't say you haven't been warned..." he coughed, raising his chin a bit. "Also, it certainly isn't healthy. Wait, it's not even eatable!" He finished his sentence with a half-smile, eyebrows raised.

Thankfully, if this food ever came to attack him, he could dodge. Vash surely wouldn't mind lending him a sword, would he? Damn, he surely needed a sidekick.

[finisque]

Vash stared at that brown substance.

And continued staring. He really couldn't understand why the cafeteria even sold something as disgusting as that. Did they want the students to end up in the hospital?

Vash was certain that the person who ate the disgusting plate of--not food, it definitely wasn't something edible--whatever it was, would end up being hospitalised, or be found in a morgue. Dead from cafeteria food. That would be a sad end for them.

And the brown sauce on that thing slowly became a horse. Vash raised an eyebrow. What. He glanced at the foreign student, who looked as if he was concentrating very hard, and concluded that it was him who was doing it.

Vash found it slightly odd. The foreign student seemed to have so much manners, and yet he didn't know not to play with his food?

He continued watching as the rice formed the horse's mane, and a maiden was formed from the apple juice that Aali had bought.

Vash conceded that it was a very pretty piece of work--the horse galloping around the plate with the maiden mounted on it--although he couldn't understand why Aali suddenly decided to create such a thing. With his own lunch, no less.

He sighed. He supposed that foreign students did have a different culture--what seemed to be rude to some might not be rude to others, so similarly, while playing with food is considered rude to Vash, it wasn't considered rude to Aali.

But Aali's power was quite interesting. He'd never seen it before, though it did intrigue him. To be able to create illusions--as Vash assumed was what the galloping horse and maiden were--would be useful, especially if one knew who the enemy's loved ones were.

Illusions could take the form of the loved ones, and be used against the enemy. That way, the enemy would get distracted easily, and the fight would practically be won.

Vash shuddered at the thought. If his opponent were an illusion-user... He would never want his sister being used against him in a fight. He would definitely not be able to win. He was certain of it. He already worried about his sister daily, but having to watch an illusion of her being hurt--which illusion-users could do--would be even worse.

[dinaah]

Gabriel was surprised. Scratch that, he was astonished. How- where did all those figures came from? The Portuguese blinked and gasped as his left hand went to the cross pendant he wore under his shirt, grabbing it firmly before he realized what he was doing and forced his hand down. How silly he probably looked, holding a cross like it'd save him.

He completely forgot to get even angry at Aali for playing with his food, so surprised he was, before he gulped and narrowed his eyes. He couldn't simply drool, he had to analyze. What were those powers? Matter manipulation, maybe? He furrowed his eyebrows until they turned into a single line, his cheeks slightly puffed.

It couldn't be matter manipulation, the boy had something else in his eyes, and he was also controlling the apple juice, a liquid... It took Gabriel a while, before he concluded it could have been illusions, the horse and the maiden. He was controlling the food yet no one but them were staring. Either the other students were blind, or this illusion didn't have a wide range. He couldn't even take a guess.

"A-Aali...?" He called, one eyebrow still raised as he fidgeted with his hands, hesitating. The boy seemed so focused in his illusions, it was starting to creep him out. Vash also seemed surprised, and there was... fear in his eyes? He probably knew something the he, Gabe, didn't then... Or he had taken better conclusions, who knew.

"Ei, pá!" He reached out and grabbed one of Aali's shoulders, since the boy was pretty much sitting next to him. "Stop it!" He hissed, and maybe it had been a far-too-drastic measure, but he could blame it on his reflexes, somehow.

Things weren't so funny anymore.

[finisque]

Did someone throw food in his direction.

Did someone throw food in his direction.

A brilliant question to be asked in this situation, Vash thought sarcastically. Really, though. He couldn't believe the foreign student was so oblivious. Perhaps he didn't realise that he was letting others see the illusion he had created, but still. The boy really had to learn to have more control over his powers.

"Your powers. You're letting us view your illusion." More than a little annoyance seeped into his tone. He disliked people who didn't know how to control their powers properly--they would be the ones to cause trouble in the future.

He'd never had much trouble with his own powers--which made it even harder for him to sympathise with those who did. These more or less resulted in him having a short temper, and snapping at people who didn't control their powers well.

"Could you stop showing that to us?" Vash asked stiffly. Certainly, it may not have been the most polite manner of phrasing it, but he was not in the best of moods at the moment. He had little to no patience while having to deal with people who can't control their powers well.

He wished that the students in the school would learn to control their powers better. It really was annoying having to dodge the random food which was accidentally sent in his direction, or the accidental flame that lit up one of the classrooms.

If only, if only the school were more organised, and the students actually focused on training their powers instead of other trivial things, like where to go shopping or who they liked, or who they secretly liked, the school would so much more tolerable.

[dinaah]

Gabriel's first act was to jerk his lips to the side. Had Aali not noticed pretty much everybody could see what he was doing?! Gabriel tried not to think how it was possible, maybe the Arabian just couldn't control his powers... He blinked once or twice, took a few steps back and chuckled.

"Calm down, Vash..." He started, turning his head to the Swiss as he bit his lip. "He wasn't the one who threw that cupcake at you, and... Ora, thanks to me you dodged it!" he finished his sentence with a warm smile and a small laugh, before looking down at Aali.

"Sorry... Someone threw a cupcake at him, the one I was eating... had to push him out of the way, maybe Vash's just.. short-tempered, yes?" he hummed as looked up at the other, taking his seat again.

"Sit down, you!" he pointed to the Swiss yet again, waving a hand before turning to the Arabian. He really didn't remember the boy telling them that he had such powers... Or maybe he did, and Gabe was too distracted by the eerie, almost exotic appearance of his to properly take a mental note of it. "And you..." he started talking with the other again, resting his chin on his hand. "... so you really can make illusions out of nothing, Aali! That's amazing."

And dangerous, he mentally added, blinking and frowning rather quickly. In a snap, a random thought, he realized he really should be careful around this one. Vash was short-tempered and as much as he wanted to pull the bad-guy-type, he probably meant no harm. Now, Aali... there was a type Gabe knew he could fool him so easily with that smile.

But, then again, the Arabian seemed also pretty oblivious, so maybe he was just seeing things. Could be worse, always... Aali could be a Turk, which he isn't. Luckily.