Things were getting noisy, and it was all Thomas’ fault. Well, ok, it was only because he was practicing his powers again in the fields. He had set up some dummies, and walked into the center of the area, guitar slung over his back, with the neck pointing down towards the ground. He currently was wearing dark blue jeans, an equally dark blue denim, button up shirt (long sleeve), and a tan fishing vest over the shirt, as well as some leather cowboy boots, steel toed. He also had a baseball bat in his right hand.
Charging at a dummy, Thomas let out a war whoop, and gave three quick ‘slashes’ at the torso of the dummy. Dropping the bat, the boy then swung the guitar around and shredded what he thought a “kicky little number” as he brought his foot back, the tip of his boot covered with sonic energy, and kicked the dummy in the chest, a little move Thomas called the Rock Kick. He swung his guitar behind him, and kicked his bat upward, and caught it, charging another dummy. Tossing the bat at it, as though he intended to distract it, he then slid towards it on his knees about five feet, hammering notes from the guitar he now had on his lap. Flashing the Devil’s Horns at the dummy, the sonic energies were released, and the dummy was blasted backward. Getting up, Thomas retrieved his bat and replaced his guitar on his back. That move used to hurt him rather badly, but it stopped hurting once his knee calluses started coming in. “now for my last trick…” Thomas said to himself. Getting on his knees, he then leaned back till his back was on the ground, his guitar pointing to the sky, as he played the guitar solo for Megadeth, Tornado of Souls, a sonic vortex starting to build around him, pulling dummies towards him, causing dust to fly around him, like he was at the center of his own little twister. Any dummies in a ten foot radius that weren’t pulled into the cyclone were buffeted by 15 mile per hour winds, while the less lucky dummies were sent to the top of the vortex at the very end of the solo. What Thomas did next was incredibly simple. He merely stopped the vortex. Oh sure, he could have sent the vortex moving on a path of destruction, but the school was a bit close for that. When the tornado stopped, the dummies in the air fell to the ground in pieces.
“I’m done.” Thomas said, and went to the cafeteria. He fetched his baseball bat, but he pretty much left his stuff in his locker before heading in the dining area. Thomas got himself some steak, potatoes, and green beans, and sat down at a table by himself, and started eating. He finished two plates of this, and was chowing down on a third when someone surprised him by sitting next to him. he glanced to his side, and saw this young girl sitting next to him. she had brown hair that was rather wavy, as though the wind spent it’s spare time flowing through it, but her skin was rather pale. Her eyes were grey, in a face that was rather roundish, but in a nice way. In fact she seemed like… Well, Thomas tried to think of some way of putting it that would nail her, but she seemed like another gem in a jewelry store, but with its own hidden luster. It must have been her eyes. Thomas had a weakness for nice eyes. Not really certain how to make conversation, as he was a bit of a social outcast (note he was hitherto sitting by himself at a table), he raised his hand in greeting, and screwed up verbally. “Mae govannen.” Instantly, he regretted it. Who spoke elvish outside of his family? Nobody, that’s who. “Erm, sorry. What I meant to say was hello. My name is Thomas. Sorry about the Elvish. It’s a habit I got from my sister. So what’s your name?” Thomas kinda rushed his words, but he was nervous, so he cut himself some slack.
((Solo I was reffering to can be found Here!!))
Charging at a dummy, Thomas let out a war whoop, and gave three quick ‘slashes’ at the torso of the dummy. Dropping the bat, the boy then swung the guitar around and shredded what he thought a “kicky little number” as he brought his foot back, the tip of his boot covered with sonic energy, and kicked the dummy in the chest, a little move Thomas called the Rock Kick. He swung his guitar behind him, and kicked his bat upward, and caught it, charging another dummy. Tossing the bat at it, as though he intended to distract it, he then slid towards it on his knees about five feet, hammering notes from the guitar he now had on his lap. Flashing the Devil’s Horns at the dummy, the sonic energies were released, and the dummy was blasted backward. Getting up, Thomas retrieved his bat and replaced his guitar on his back. That move used to hurt him rather badly, but it stopped hurting once his knee calluses started coming in. “now for my last trick…” Thomas said to himself. Getting on his knees, he then leaned back till his back was on the ground, his guitar pointing to the sky, as he played the guitar solo for Megadeth, Tornado of Souls, a sonic vortex starting to build around him, pulling dummies towards him, causing dust to fly around him, like he was at the center of his own little twister. Any dummies in a ten foot radius that weren’t pulled into the cyclone were buffeted by 15 mile per hour winds, while the less lucky dummies were sent to the top of the vortex at the very end of the solo. What Thomas did next was incredibly simple. He merely stopped the vortex. Oh sure, he could have sent the vortex moving on a path of destruction, but the school was a bit close for that. When the tornado stopped, the dummies in the air fell to the ground in pieces.
“I’m done.” Thomas said, and went to the cafeteria. He fetched his baseball bat, but he pretty much left his stuff in his locker before heading in the dining area. Thomas got himself some steak, potatoes, and green beans, and sat down at a table by himself, and started eating. He finished two plates of this, and was chowing down on a third when someone surprised him by sitting next to him. he glanced to his side, and saw this young girl sitting next to him. she had brown hair that was rather wavy, as though the wind spent it’s spare time flowing through it, but her skin was rather pale. Her eyes were grey, in a face that was rather roundish, but in a nice way. In fact she seemed like… Well, Thomas tried to think of some way of putting it that would nail her, but she seemed like another gem in a jewelry store, but with its own hidden luster. It must have been her eyes. Thomas had a weakness for nice eyes. Not really certain how to make conversation, as he was a bit of a social outcast (note he was hitherto sitting by himself at a table), he raised his hand in greeting, and screwed up verbally. “Mae govannen.” Instantly, he regretted it. Who spoke elvish outside of his family? Nobody, that’s who. “Erm, sorry. What I meant to say was hello. My name is Thomas. Sorry about the Elvish. It’s a habit I got from my sister. So what’s your name?” Thomas kinda rushed his words, but he was nervous, so he cut himself some slack.
((Solo I was reffering to can be found Here!!))