New Arrival~ [Backdated to earlier in the evening

[workingonitsir]

WHO: Jarvis and Open
WHAT: Arriving at the school
WHERE: Courtyard and Main Entrance
WHEN: Early evening October 27th
WARNING(S): None



This was it.

Jarvis looked up at the large mansion – even larger than the one in Malibu (but smaller than the Tower in New York City that was undergoing repairs) – that was to be his new home for the rest of his education years. A place for people like him, and Tony had shown him the information he had gathered on the Institute. Tony hadn't been happy about sending Jarvis off to boarding school, but his education needed to be finished before he could apply to college or just further his career and experiences back in California.

A dust cloud formed up as the taxi started off, leaving Jarvis with the order that Tony had given him – finish his education and then come back to Malibu. Easy enough, right? Only now there wasn’t a Malibu to go home to. The news had come while he was on the plane and suddenly he had understood how a computer felt to ‘freeze up’.

Awful.

Steeling himself with a deep breath, he picked up his suitcase and started through the gates. The entrance courtyard was nice, and had the potential to be a nice study area. It took his mind off of Malibu for a moment as he attempted to familiarize himself with the new surroundings. Already the sun was dipping below the horizon and he hadn't realized just how late he'd be arriving. That wouldn't do - Jarvis hated tardiness.

Stopping at the door, he looked for a doorbell, a knocker, then shrugged. He wouldn’t be rude and just barge in. Jarvis had better manners than that after all. He thought he heard his knock resound in the room beyond the door as his knuckles gave a firm few knocks.

“Hello? I’m a new arrival at this school, a transfer to say the least. I wasn’t informed of who to contact upon arriving though—“

Comments

[griot]

The thirteen year old boy pushed his glasses up his nose as he got his bearings back together.

"That was close. Thank you for saving the eggs but..."

Viti leaned to closer to Jarvis' face his eyes canning him.

"...where did you come from?"

[workingonitsir]

Whoa, personal space!

Jarvis doesn't look nervous, but he does lean back upon being studied. "I've only just arrived. A new student - from Malibu," though he doesn't even sound like he's from the USA as much as he does from the UK. He holds the bag of eggs, intending to help by carrying them in for the other.

[griot]

Viti never did understand the concept of personal space, but he did not lean any closer. He raised his free hand so he could shake Jarvis'.

"Malibu huh? Well welcome to the institute. Here you'll find that 92% of currency exists only on computers."

Viti tilted his head in confusion at his own statement. It wasn't what he meant to say. Suddenly his eyes bulged.

"Oh sorry. My power was active!"

I feel you about the icons. XD

[workingonitsir]

Taking one step back so there was actual room for that handshake, Jarvis shook the offered hand. Strange person, but nice. He had met stranger, working alongside Tony at Stark Industries after all.

Only the other sends him for a bit of a loop with the almost cryptic sentence.

"Excuse me?"

^_^

[griot]

"My power. It does that. Pulls facts out of the air and sprouts them out. I forgot to turn it off. I have to be careful with it or else it will reveal the deepest, darkest, secrets of whoever I interact with. Anyways, welcome to the institute."

[workingonitsir]

Pulls...facts out of the air? That was a strange sounding power, though it probably had its usefulness. "That sounds...like an interesting power."

Jarvis straightens, the bag still in hand. "I can help you, and take you to wherever the kitchen would be."

[griot]

"My power is awesome! Or at least it will be once I figured out how to control it. Anyways follow me."

Viti began leading Jarvis to a side door.

"So what's your power?"

[workingonitsir]

Moving away from the main door, Jarvis followed the other with interest. Interest about the institute and interest about the kid himself. "My ability is connecting to computers. Communicating with them, even if I'm not in the same area as them."

Something that was being worked on, because he got terrible nosebleeds the further out he tried to connect.

[griot]

Viti nodded as he was genuinely impressed. "Good one. Can't discount computers this day and age, but I'm going to let you in on two pieces of advice."

Viti opened the side door.

"Number one, asking people about their a powers here is considered dehumanizing and therefore rude, but do it anyways, because, on a mission you need to know what everyone around can do, and they need to know what you can do. Secondly..."

Viti marched down the hall way to the kitchen, his pace picking up because of his rising emotion.

"...Get control of your power, because no one will listen to you if you don't. That's something I learned the hard way."

[workingonitsir]

"People shouldn't discount general security protocols on computers, either," Jarvis added thoughtfully, keeping in step. As per his habits, the former assistant listens carefully to the advice given, noting how the other was quickening is pace.

"I personally wouldn't consider it rude, of course, as long as it's not asked in a rude manner. I believe it's all about tone when it comes to being offensive. As for the powers ordeal," he started with his stride lengthening to try and keep up. "Is that not what we're here for? Training and learning control?"

That's what he had found out in the bit of research he could access too, and what he had learned from Tony.

A pause.

"I'm Jarvis."

[griot]

Viti chuckled.

"I'm Viti. Viti DeFalco. Good to meet you Jarvis, but yes. We're here to learn how to use our powers. But you would never know it when you talk to people. For some reason people don't feel comfortable talking about their powers. Don't know why."

Viti lifted out some cold cuts and unwraped a loaf of french bread, that was still a little warm to the touch, and still had that fresh smell to it.

"Do you want a sandwich?"

[workingonitsir]

Another profile to make. Viti DeFalco. More information to see if can find after he's found a room and what not.

"Perhaps past experiences make them hesitant," he points out. The kitchen is nice, large enough for a school of this size and he's noting how this school feels more like a home than an actual school.

It's nice.

"I would. Would you like me to make them?" One day he won't be so assistant-y.

[griot]

Someday after Jarvis has found a room, he may learn that Viti's parents once tried to have him committed.

"Ha! That's funny. No. Today I make a sandwich for you. Someday when I visit your dorm you can offer me hospitality, but today I am sandwich maker."

Viti placed a hand on his chest and puffed out "sandwich maker" with pride.

"Now do you like Pastrmai, turkey, Portabella?"

[workingonitsir]

Sandwich maker - he'd probably like working at a certain sub shop named after a method of transportation.

"Hm, I'm accustomed to being the assistant, not being assisted myself." Jarvis puts the eggs in the other bag away into the fridge, then goes to set his own belongings out of the way in case anyone else decides to come into the kitchen.

"Those ingredients are fine with me. So what is this place like?"

[griot]

Viti takes a second to think on this.

"It's days of boring classes and conversations with people interrupted occasionally by a mission, which you can go on if you want."

Viti nodded. "That about sums it up." Viti completed his a portabella sandwich, and handed it to Jarvis in a plate next to some pickles.

[workingonitsir]

"You sound like you don't enjoy it much." Jarvis knows he's considered as a shoe-in for the 'nerd' cliche, because he's one that likes education and all that comes with it. It gives him something to do aside from chasing down Tony after all.

"I'm presuming that coming to this institute is a choice of free will rather than forced, but I'm open to being wrong," he added. The plate was pulled towards him, eyes taking in the pickles and eventually ignored before starting into his sandwich. Mm. Anything was better than airline food - even when you flew first class.

[griot]

Viti grumbled. "Well I thought I would be able to do a lot more good than I've have been. I mean my power is perfect for alerting people to threats, and gathering info to solve problems, but things just haven't worked out that way."

Viti sighed before taking a bite into his cold cut sandwich.

[workingonitsir]

Another few bites, which allowed for information processing. Viti definitely didn't sound ecstatic to be here, that much was certain...

"Perhaps control and honing an ability is more for the student to do personally. Rather than waiting for someone to reach out and help." Jarvis looked around. Setting his sandwich down, he fetched a napkin and wiped crumbs off of his face before returning to his spot. "There can only be so much that outside forces can do for something that is entirely inside, right?"

Or, maybe that was just a Jarvis-thought.

[griot]

(ooc note: Sorry I'm late. Work, and I got myself in more threads than I can keep up with ><)

Viti chewed on the Jarvis-thought for a minute. He was made no headway controlling his power on his own. It was only when people helped him that he could make any progress, even then he had a long way to go.

"I suppose. But then why did you come here?"

[workingonitsir]

(Ooc : take your time, I promise there's no rush. c: )

"I need to finish my education, mostly. There was an agreement where I was living that going to a school like this was better in case my ability gets out of control."

A shrug.

Jarvis finished off his sandwich. "If I overextend my abilities, the least is a nosebleed. The worst is my mind can lock up and freeze like a computer and I'm out for, if I'm lucky, a few hours. At worst, a few days."

[griot]

Viti's eyes widened at this.

"Jeez that sucks. The worst thing my power does to me is give me a headache."

Viti had to think about what he just said, and he realized that wasn't exactly true.

"Well actually...other than angering people by revealing their deepest darkest secrets. But that part I got figured out."

Viti shook his head. "Anyways if you're like me it might be hard to find someone who helps you with your powers."

[workingonitsir]

"It's only happened a couple of times, thankfully. If you're ever in the market of trading, consider me first though." Jarvis smirked, then got up to clean up his area. The plate was rinsed off, crumbs cleaned up, until the area was spic-n-span again.

"So how long does it take to find someone's deepest, darkest secrets?" With a cautious look to Viti, almost like he was silently asking, Jarvis opened the fridge. Maybe a bottled water, or tea...

[griot]

Viti dropped all kinds crumbs on his eating space. He didn't seem to notice.

Viti sighed.

"Oh about five minutes. The worst part is my power doesn't express it outright. Instead it makes me blurt out facts that seem harmless, but in hit people's nerves. All my life I was angering people without even knowing why."

Viti shuttered.

[workingonitsir]

It's alright; Jarvis is accustomed to cleaning up after messes and it doesn't really bother him.

Unless it's oil stains in fabrics for laundering. Then he gets bothered.

"Is that what happened earlier? With the sentence that didn't seem to make any sense?"

[griot]

"Yes. My power must have picked up on your ability to communicate with computers, and then disguised that fact into another. If I hadn't stopped my power after that, then who knows what secrets it would have picked up."