So... Do you Speak? Ever? [Private]

Once again, Frain was just walking through the hallways. After his victory in his duel against Leah, he felt a lot better about his chances in surviving in the school. The guys who pushed him to get into that fight would not let him live that moment down. It was a victory, but they were more concerned on the fact that he won a battle he wanted to get out of. Nowadays, whenever one of them saw him, they would poke fun at him in a joking way. Then they would give him a fistbump and walk away, saying they hoped to see him later. Was this what it was like to have a friend? Frain would have been fooled, he never talked to them or hung out with any of them. Then again, since when did he ever speak though? The boy had never talked ever since he entered the academy. The last words he ever said were... Actually, now that he thought about it, he didn't remember the last time he spoke. The silent one only said words whenever he felt like they were needed. It was actions that he would prefer to talk with, and that training duel did the trick. Without even a peep from him, he was able to send a message to a whole classroom. With the amount of power he had, what should he possibly use it for?

Regardless of what he chose, it seemed he was going to have to walk in the hallways for now. It was Summer time for everyone in the academy... So why would so many people be here!? For him, classes were not quite done, in fact, back where he came from, school ended two weeks ago. Here... It starts in a few weeks. Frain didn't think it was too fair, he deserved a break from people, but then again, why would he be in the hallway if he wanted to be alone? Well, it might just simply be because he needed to get outside some more. Being on a laptop all day without a break would probably shatter his brain cells. If they could take away his ability to speak, that would be something he would be happy about. Anything else... He would not care to lose. In the meantime, he was going to have to deal with the large number of students walking through the hallways and talking... What was their excuse for being here anyways?

The boy felt like there was plenty of noise in the halls, maybe a little bit too much. Pulling out his headphones from his backpack might not be such a good idea. Say someone had a speed semblance, and in this crowd, Frain would not be able to locate the thief. Maybe that was for the best, the boy was unable to stand for injustice such as theft. As a result, the one who stole from him would suffer the same fate as the one that tried to steal from him, and that would be a lack of breathing for a few seconds. This could be done on those who needed air in order to continue functioning. Since he was able to manipulate air, he had the ability to pull air out from someones lungs, and to deny that person from taking in any more air. This is what society considered cruel, to say the least, unethical. After all, to take someones breathing right away, that person had no chance of resisting. For one thing, they needed oxygen in their brains to think, more to execute a semblance of their own. No human that Frain has known has been able to go without breathing for over a minute. That was why this was his last resort, that use of such a semblance was looked down upon by everyone. If he were to do that on a student... He just earned himself a ticket to getting expelled.

The boy continued to walk through the hallways, avoiding the headphones since he would rather not get robbed. Instead, he just decided to find himself some place to hide. The Courtyard should have less people since many of the students were all over the campus rather than around the school area. Not all, but the ones that weren't were more in the hallways than in the Courtyard. Frain might finally find himself some peace. In the meantime, Frain felt himself wanting to take everyones breath away for less than a second, just to hear silence for that long. If they found out who did that, he would get screwed over just as quickly as he would if he choked someone on purpose. Oh well, he was almost out of there, and once he gets to the end of the hallway, he could take a nice deep breath of fresh air. The hallways with half of the guys forgetting to use deodorant in the morning was not the freshest smell... But it was much better than his neighbors dorm. That stink goes through the walls, and it just so happens that the bed was right next to the wall. Frain was finally out of the crowd, and now out the double doors that attempted to push him back into the hallways with their heavy weight. After about three seconds of pushing, the boy was out, and the sky had never look better.

It was another rather nice day today and it was one that Lloyd would surely spend outside. He haven't done that a lot during the Summer break as he spent most of his time working on his blueprints for both Gae Bulg and Sleipnir for their upcoming work that would be done on both of them in the future. Sure Gae Bulg was already pretty much ready for it's next upgrade, Lloyd now just needed to find a few more component for upgrade before it could be done. But Lloyd worked on the next upgrades already since he had a whole bunch of ideas about them. As for Sleipnir, he had to rework a lot of things on it. The frame, the engine, the suspension... everything would need to be worked on, so much that it will definitively not be the same bike as before.

Lloyd decided to head for the outside so he grabbed his coat, packed his plan for Sleipnir sheathed Gae Bulg in his tool-belt and started to make his way, starting by doing a difficult walking maneuver with his bike -that yes he keeps in his room- to pass his dorm door to the first hallway. There, he saw that a lot of the student seemed to have gathered in every inches of inside the building, despite the sun outside calling. Lloyd had pain to pass the crowds of students in the hallways with his bike. Something was weird about that, but Lloyd dismissed it as simply an unconscious common decision of the students to gather inside. Well, Lloyd wasn't unconsciously connected to that decision himself so he continued to work is way outside.

As he pushed the door and finally ended up outside, Lloyd took a deep breath and took the time to feel the sun on himself. It wasn't that hot of a day for summer, but the sun seemed to pack quite the heat though if you stayed too long under it. Lloyd started to make his way toward a shadowy spot to avoid a potential heat stroke that the sun could give him along with sunburns. Lloyd stood a moment in the cooling shadow before readying himself to work on Sleipnir.

He started by taking off his coat and carefully placed it in order to access his tool-belt on it, his bag of parts next to him with Sleipnir in front. He then knelt down and started his work. He decided to undo the whole thing. Not a piece was left connected to another, the bike was now a metal carcase on the ground that Lloyd inspected piece per piece, slowly replacing the ones that needed to be and changing others according to his plan. He left everything there, on the ground as he worked his way all around the parts. It would seem like a junkyard to anyone who would look at it this way. Lloyd started to clean some of the biggest parts while looking at his plan when someone past the door he came from earlier.

The young man looked like he had the same idea as Lloyd and ditched the crowded hallways to get outside. Seems like Lloyd had a unconscious similar decision with someone in the end. Since he was a bit away from the door, he wasn't sure if the guy had seen him just yet, but if they both came here to avoid people, he didn't know if the guy would actually come to see him. Although Lloyd was doing something peculiar for a student. You don't see much of them working on a completely run down bike in the middle of the courtyard. He kept cleaning the parts while glancing at the guy from time to time to see what he was doing.

After a good bit of cleaning, Lloyd started to piece things together, using his array of tools with a good part of instinct and his plan. He mounted back the frame into a chopper looking bike, but shorter with the seat more inclined to the front with not long handle bars like you see on regular choppers. It was all for Lloyd t be able to stay in control if he was to use his weapon while driving. The frame was a bit peculiar and unconventional, but it seemed to match the taste of Lloyd so it was probably the best thing he could do. As he worked on other parts, he looked at the other guy a moment and gave him a slight wave, just like that.

Frain continued to walk through the Courtyard, being away from the excessive amounts of noise in the hallway to end up meeting the outside noises of the world. Though they were much distant, voices from humans were not the only thing to make any noise. For one thing, there could be metal being clinked onto either the ground or onto other metals. This caught the attention of the boy, allowing him to look around once. His light green eyes ended up locking onto someone surrounded by many... pieces of metal? It would appear to be a student trying to mess with a junk pile. What was the ultimate goal in doing that? Curious on what this even was, Frain decided to take a seat on one of the dirt covered tabletops, the lack of cleaning was from the fact that no one had to clean it in the summer. The most Frain did to clean it was slide his knapsack onto it, pushing away about half of the dirt. Remaining amounts of dirt were left unnoticed as the silent one placed himself on the table, just simply watching the scene unfold in front of his eyes. A part of him hoped that a surprise box of firecrackers were to shoot into the sky. Another part of him hoped that all of the metal located inside of the junk pile would shift into a robot. Something out of the ordinary, because as of right now, the student located inside of it just seemed to be aimlessly looking for garbage.

The boy just simply tilted his head as he was watching the scene. There seemed to be something being made, the pieces that the student placed were all located around a certain area. With every click of the metal against each other, it seemed like he was putting something together. What one might be able to make out of... Scraps... Literally was way beyond him. Then again, where would the scraps come from? They weren't there the last time Frain came here, but then again, he never even was here before. There was technically no way for him to prove that a giant heap of metal never existed there. Common sense would be his only "evidence", but that was just about it. What should he do about this? For one thing, the student in it was not bothering him, so there was no real reason for Frain to use his air and throw all of the pieces of metal throughout the school. It's not like the student was bothering anyone, he even seemed to be letting the boy watch the construction of whatever it was that was inside of that pile of junk. As usual, Frain just simply stayed silent and watched the project occur. There was not reason to screw it up just yet, and if he were not given a reason to, he will most certainly avoid doing such a bad thing.

His trust in people remained low, this was something that he lacked heavily when Nikki got hit by a car and fell off the top of a truck roof. Frain kept his semblance and dust ready, just in case something were to happen. This caution may give off his tense Aura, but that was not something he would mind. There was no surprise attack coming from him anyways, so it wouldn't matter. That day of the accident severely damaged his trust mentally, and it was not something he was afraid to admit in front of a crowd. Heck, he was willing to scream it to the world if he would even speak in the first place. That same accident made him lose a bit of his ability to speak due to the high amounts of trauma. This meant he had to force his voice a little further in order for it to be at least a little bit audible. His mouth felt so useless, even for eating. As a child, he had so many sour things, too many at once since he thought he was so tough against that. No water near him, no breathing, just simply taking any sour thing and blindly eating it, thinking of it to be a fun idea. In doing so, he ended up noticing that he was barely able to taste anything. Eating became a burden to him now, the only other feature of the mouth due to his damaged taste buds.

Finally, the student in the middle of the junk pile looked up once again, and this time waved to the boy briefly. It was so brief that the boy ended up blinking, thinking that he was just seeing things now. No response of course, just simply looking at the student as he was working. Nothing too special, it was a nice thought, but what would that student provide for Frain? Talking about useless things was obviously not going to help anyone, another reason why the boy liked to remain silent. Many others talked about such stupid things, like being proud for predicting the outcome of a sport game for example. What, were they part of the team? That's why Frain didn't engage in conversations with people unless he sees valuable information in them. But for him, there was no information on Nikki in this academy, so it was more than likely that he will not engage in conversations with anyone.

Lloyd continued his work on Sleipnir, noticing that the other guy was watching him do so, although it was pretty clear that he had no idea of what Lloyd was currently building. It would have been surprising anyway if he had, since Lloyd was in the middle of thousands of metal pieces of all size. He could be building a robot for what it looked like. Lloyd looked at the guy again from time to time as he was wondering what he was thinking. True he could simply think about nothing and just be enjoying the outside, but watching someone working on something like he was doing... maybe it was simple curiosity, who knows?

Lloyd had completed the frame by then, it was now clear that he was building a motorbike, at least this time it would be fully functional and in a way better state. Lloyd the took some larger pieces and started to build what would probably be the engine. He then stopped a bit and started to think on how he would work the engine and ultimately lost himself in his thoughts. He was even mumbling to himself, the usual I guess...