Avalon

BoomBoom swore silently and slowly eased the door open. He'd gotten his fingers smashed trying to catch a door before it closed, but he'd not expected the door to be as heavy as it was. The pain did serve to distract him from the rain that had soaked and chilled him, however, and despite the ache, the homeless boy slipped through the door, trying to ease the door shut behind him, though the weight caught him off guard again and the portal closed with a thump and a click.
Panicking that the sound would draw attention, Bailey scrambled quickly through the halls, his over sized boots tripping him up on more than one occasion, though he wasn't likely to leave them behind. The boy was tired, hungry, and panicked, turning and running away every time he heard the murmur of voices near him. Managing to get himself hopelessly lost, the street rat eventually found himself back outside, what little bit he had dried out damp again as he sprinted across to an odd shaped building, slipping in when he found an opening just big enough for his small frame.
Surprised to find himself inside of a barn, Boomboom looked in awe at the animals within, his jaw going a little slack in amazement and just a touch of city boy fear before snapping shut. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Baily climbed up to the loft, finding a spot that seemed dry and as warm as possible before curling up in a ball to sleep, hoping that no one would find him, though water still dripped from his clothes, and before long a light snore escaped from his mouth, though the oddest was the snap produced by a small ball of energy forming on one of his fingertips and detonating every few minutes
[Sorry for taking a few liberties, I don't have a clue to the layout of TNT except for what's on the page]";

(No biggie. I'll send you a pm later with a detailed layout of the facility as I last had it set up on Furcadia. It may undergo revamps and changes when I get my hands on a working comp and get back on Furcadia though. Dunno yet. And also on a side note, we'll consider this RP a little side story one since my main idea for Avalon was to just have the main story RP threads be the city names for the titles to show where the action is happening. Oh and for reference sake, Bailey would have gone through the downstairs training area of TNT to get to the barn and what not so he would have seen things like a training arena and work out equipment along the path. As well as passing through the Hall of Champions.)

Kyle stood up on the roof staring up at the rain pouring sky. A small smirk was drawn across his face. After a moment, he looked back ahead of him and resumed his own personal training session not letting a little inclamate weather stop him. His movements were quick and fluid as one could expect from a seasoned combatant. After a while he stopped the seamless assault on the open air before him and turned and walked towards the edge of the roof over looking the backside of the facility and cast his gaze towards the barn in the distance. He smiled lightly seeing that none of the horses were out in this weather. A movement then caught his eye as he observed someone headed towards the barn. A curious look came into being upon his face as he watched the figure disappear into it. He shrugged his shoulders lightly before leaping from the roof and taking flight headed towards the barn himself. He would quietly land just inside the second level door and look about for a bit. The hay bales were all how he had last left them. Nothing disturbed up here. He would then begin to walk but stopped as he heard the small popping noises and looked around for a bit before finding the source. He quietly walked up to the kid and knelt down beside him watching the tiny explosions occur before smirking a bit as he finally spoke.

"You know...If you wanted to sleep in hay, you coulda asked. But I assure you the beds in the Inn are much more comfortable."

He would then chuckle lightly.

"They'd be a bit dryer as well."

Bailey woke up slowly, finally becoming alert as the last few words left the man's mouth. Startled, the boy tried to jump up and scramble away, his progress greatly hindered by the flurry of small explosions and blinding flashes as his power went haywire. The man would likely be more annoyed than hurt, but with the flashes going on right in front of his eyes and directly on his skin, BoomBoom felt dazed, and from the look of him, he was in no condition to put up any sort of a fight anyway.
The street rat's face and the blonde hair that poked out from beneath a stocking cap were filthy, with a medium sized black eye forming on the right side, courtesy of a shop owner previously in the day. His clothes were dripping wet and dirty, looking like they had been found in the trash. There was an odor to the boy as well, leaving little doubt as to what he called home, while his arms were wrapped in grimy rags, with stains of blood in a few spots, up to his fingers, which were raw and scabby, some of them freshly bleeding due to his lack of control.
The glassy look on the waif's face from his stunning self assault combined with the look of fear and insolence only served to make him look pitiful, and his voice wavered a bit when he spit out a reply as caustic and venomous as weak tea. "What do you want? Leave me alone!"
His wet shirt sticking to his all too thin body, Bailey looked like he would snap like a twig, but the look in his clearing eyes said that he'd fight like the devil if he had to, even though it was obvious that he lost most of the time. Extending one hand towards the man, palm out, the homeless boy didn't even convince himself as he barked out a defensive threat. "I swear I'll blow this whole building up."

He closed his eyes as the explosions went off only slowly opening them only when he thought they were done. He would look at the boy and smirk a bit as he stood folded his arms over his chest.

"You look like hell. You sound like hell. And those last words... Tell me you wan to go to hell. Let me get to the point and answer your questions. First. I want to know who you are and why you tried sneaking into my barn. This is my business and home. Second. I'll leave you alone when I feel content to. As the owner of these grounds, I reserve that right. And lastly. As for blowing this place up..."

He would then suddenly lash out a hand towards the boy, nowhere near him as the boy had back away but still, the boy would feel a sudden gust of wind blow past him.

"You try and bring this place down, the only thing that'll be destroyed is you. Your not the only one with some kind of weird ability in this barn. In my case. I can control the very wind itself. I see one sign of another of those explosions, I'll use the wind to compact, restrain and contain it around you so in the end your the only one that would see harm from it. And that is a bluff you don't want to call. Because if you survive your own explosion, the next thing you'll see is a blade to your neck. I don't take threats lightly."

He would then drop his outstretched arm.

"Now. Cool your jets."

He then reached behind his head and untied his hair as it fell about his shoulders. He would then shake his head sending droplets of water flying about.

"Interesting little trick you got though. You should learn to control it. Maybe then you wouldn't hurt yourself so much."

As he spoke, he would then point towards the boys fingers.

"Now as I said, the Inn beds are more comfy...and dryer. How bout we go inside and get you settled in?"

Bailey's eyes widened in fear as the wind blasted by him, and he suddenly lost any confidence he had. The man wasn't the first to be unimpressed by BoomBoom's haphazard display, though he was the first to respond with something that wasn't a kick or punch. His hand began to shake at the man's dominating words, and he quickly tucked the limb under the opposite arm, wincing slightly as a tiny spark of energy exploded in his armpit.
The boy was frightened in a way that he hadn't been ever before, and he doubted that he would be able to escape the situation like he had others in the past. The insolence and wariness remained, however, despite the frightened respect, even as he pulled himself to his feet, keeping his hand hidden despite both of them being a mess. "BoomBoo- B-Bailey... My name is Bailey. Bailey Kane..."
The waif's stutter and slip were unintentional, the street rat having not told anyone his last name in over two years, afraid that someone would remember it from the papers and the horrifying explosion that had made the front page. And though he was completely unaware of them, his eyes had begun to water, the stranger's kindness having thoroughly confused him.

He looked at Bailey quietly for a moment before slipping a silver ring off of his finger and tossed it to him.

"Wear that for a while. It'll heal up your injuries quicker than they would heal on their own. And try to avoid playing flesh bomb in the mean time."

He then chuckled softly.

"Names Lockhart. Kyle Lockhart. Pleasure to meet you. Now put on that ring and let's get you inside where it's warmer, get you cleaned up and get some food in your gut. Your looking kinda scrawny kid. And since you were about to pass out, I'll get ya settled into one of the Inn rooms so you can sleep for awhile and do so in peace."

He then turned and started toward the same door he had entered through and looked outside.

"This rain should produce a nice rainbow later..."

Bailey nearly fumbled the ring when it was tossed to him, having to use both hands and revealing a freshly bloodied finger from the last, covered-up pop. Turning it over a few times, BoomBoom fought down the instinct to run and instead slipped the ring on his thumb, the only digit large enough for the ring to not fall from.
The waif looked up at the comment about rainbows, his face darkening slightly, his voice whisper quiet and almost petulant as he turned towards the stairs, intending to follow Kyle's directions. "I hate the rain."
Descending the stair, the boy edged carefully around the horses and walked towards the door, his head down in thought as he tried to make sense of the situation. His stomach prevented logic, however, as he hadn't eaten much in the past few days, prompting Bailey to wrap his arms around his stomach, his fist clenched tight so he wouldn't lose the ring.

He stood there quietly soon looking down as he watched the boy emerge from the lower door. A small half hearted smile crossed his face before he leapt down landing quietly beside him. As he landed, a small burst of wind would emit from his form of which Bailey would feel rise from his feet to his head and soon the rain had stopped. At least immediately around him as it was still pouring.

"The solution is simple. You don't let the rain touch you."

He then chuckled a bit as he matched Bailey's stride.

"So tell me. What brings you out this way? I'm sure San Paulo...Eh...Nevermind...Vampires may have a hay day with you...hmm..."

He then rubbed his chin in thought.

"Oh well. You'll be safe here. You've come across one of the most well defended places in the world. A good defense isn't always accounted for by numbers after all. I proved that to those pompous military jerks at Falencia a few weeks back."

He would then chuckle again.

BoomBoom looked up at Kyle in amazement at the display of control, then down back down to his feet. The boy had been beat down, that much was certain. As Kyle spoke again, he tightened his arms around his stomach, insolence flaring back up, though he managed to keep it under control for the most part. "I'm here because I have no where to be. I'm small, weak, and blow things up on accident."
There was anger in the waif's voice, seeming to be at everything and nothing, along with a deep hurt. But if the glower fixed upon his down turned face was any indication, Bailey was far from ready to talk about himself that much. There was a glimmer, however, when he turned his glare from his own feet towards Kyle's, a hint of unsureness and gratitude seeping through the anger. "Thank you, Mr. Lockhart..."

He watched him quietly for a bit and chuckled softly.

"I figured that much. I was kinda hoping for more details. I'll tell you what though. I'll see if we can get you to control that little ability of yours. I'll provide you with food and shelter."

He then rubbed his chin in thought.

"I guess in a way you can consider me your legal guardian now. You, as of now, have no reason to sleep in the gutters. You won't go for days on end without food. And...with time of course...You'll hopefully quit blowing yourself up. I just hope Billy don't kill me for this."

He would then chuckle a bit more.

"Now...As for your accidental explosions...I'm going to restrict your training to the arena on the roof until you learn to control them somewhat. If you want to train with weapons...Weights or anything easy to carry, bring them up to the roof with you. You wanna run to increase your speed or whatever...you got the great outdoors. As I said that's until you gain some control over your ability. Once you do, then you can start using the treadmills, heavy bags and all that good stuff. The reason for my restricting your training to the roof for now is to minimize collateral damage."

He then rubbed his chin in thought a bit.

"Oh and don't call me Mr. Lockhart...I hate titles of formality. Just call me Kyle. All that sound good to you?"

As he finished speaking, he would then open the back door to the facility revealing a small hallway that lead to what was clearly the downstairs training area Kyle spoke of earlier.

Bailey seemed to draw in on himself, tensing especially at the words 'legal guardian'. His powers rendered him a poor liar, as tiny flare-ups seemed to happen when the boy experience emotional stress, evidenced this time by several muffled pop from somewhere beneath the this wrapping of rags on his arms. Outwardly, though, he managed to be more composed, even hiding anything from appearing in his voice as he stood in the threshold, his eyes staring warily down the hallway, though he had actually turned his face upward to speak this time. "Who's Billy? And why are you doing this? The nicer people are, the more they want to hurt you."
BoomBoom wanted to trust Kyle, he did, but experiences had taught him to run away whenever anyone was kind to him. His problem being that he was sure that Kyle would catch him if he bolted, the street rat feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He looked to the kid and smiled a bit.

"Billy is my girlfriend. And yes perhaps it's true that the nicer people are the more they want to hurt you. But that's not always the case. Lucky for you i'm more of a body guard of sorts. You came across me, you need help and I'm going to do what I can to help you. Bottom line. And we're gonna start by silencing that growling gut of yours and cleaning you up a bit. Just do me a favor and try to avoid blowing the shower or tavern up during the process. Sound like a fair trade to you?"

Bailey seemed to grow a bit sullen and he set his jaw, staring at Kyle with hooded eyes for a moment. But like many others of the downtrodden and human variety given a glimmer of hope, it was hard to keep himself from grasping at it. Slowly, the boy nodded and looked down the hallway, glancing back up to Kyle for only a moment before he started moving, his oversized boots causing him to shuffle and scuff whenever he walked. Glancing behind him, he saw a trail of water being left behind, causing him to look back down at his boots.
"What do you want me to do? Ain't right me doing nothing while you do lots."

He allowed the door to shut as he followed Bailey and chuckled a bit.

"You have great potential with that unique ability of yours. All I want you to do is put your fullest into your training when we start to see if we can get you to harness that power of yours. And try not to blow up anything in the process."

He then chuckled a bit more.

"And I may occasionally need a hand with everyday stuff depending on how busy this place gets. You know. Minor things like cleaning. Maybe a little cooking. And the occasional blowing up some drunk idiot who doesn't understand the concept of quit or get hurt."

He then grinned a bit.

"I think you'll do pretty well with that last one."

BoomBoom nodded a bit, even letting a small smile come to his dirty face. The smile began to bloom further, and Baily looked up and over to Kyle, seeing the grin upon the adult's face. Slowing down to walk beside the man, since the boy didn't know where he was going. Unwrapping his arms from around his stomach, the waif noticed that his fingers had not only stopped bleeding, but already seemed to be scabbing up quite nicely . His gaze was drawn to the silver ring on his thumb, and he glanced back to Kyle before lifting the ring towards the man, the bauble still on his thumb. "How's this work?"
Glancing at the filthy rags that wrapped his arms, the street rat suddenly became aware that he was soaking wet, disgustingly dirty, and audibly hungry in what appeared to be a very nice place. A light blush came to his pale cheeks, slightly visible through the grime.

He walked beside the boy clearly now crossing what was an indoor training room of sorts as the massive room was littered with all sorts of items and equipment one would normally see in a gym such as heavy bags, weight machines and an arena among other things. He glanced down towards the boy as he questioned of the ring and smiled a bit.

"Well...it was once a normal ring. It was enchanted by a healer friend of mine way back when. See...back when I was a few years younger, said friend seen how self destructive my training was. Granted mine was purposeful and not accidental as yours is. But she also seen how die hard I was to better myself so she enchanted that ring to accelerate my healing abilities so I could train more often. Obviously as you can see, it doesn't work on just me. It's actually because of my self destructive training that I actually have this ring too."

As he spoke, he pointed at another ring that hung from a necklace around his neck.

"This one however doesn't heal my injuries. It just enhances my durability when I activate it so it makes it harder for me to get hurt."

He then turned slightly as he headed towards some stairs.

"Just to help you out, I may quite possibly allow you to use both during your training."

Bailey had slowed down as they moved through the training room, looking at all of the equipment with widening eyes at the apparent seriousness of what the training expected at what was shaping up to be his new home. Trotting to catch up, BoomBoom wrapped his arms around his stomach once again, though more loosely than last time, a habitual gesture. Pushing his raggedy hair out from in front of his two-tone eyes, the waif had looked back up to Kyle to say something when his over sized shoes caught up with him, spilling him to the floor with an unpleasant thump.
Less than a second later, Bailey was back on his feet, as if he hadn't of just landed in an ungainly heap and cracked his head. Instead, he was already speaking the words that he intended to say before he fell. "If it's alright with you, I'd rather work on not blowing me up at all... For now... Maybe..." A bit slow on the uptake this time, the street rat had begun to piece together that Kyle was some sort of mercenary perhaps. He'd seen mercenaries before, heard them refer to themselves as 'Bodyguards', and some of the other things that had been said, along with the training area, made BoomBoom think 'mercenary'.

(Dunno about you but I'm rather enjoying this. Heh.)

Kyle watched as he fell over then chuckled lightly. As Bailey had stood and spoke Kyle nodded lightly.

"That will be the main intent of your training. I have all sorts of training courses set up to cover a wide array of subjects so I'm sure I got one that'll fit you just fine. But like I said. First we're gonna get you cleaned up, some food in your gut and a bed for the night. And then we'll do what we can to give you a stress free life to prevent any accidental explosions. I've noticed that seem to be triggered by moments when your emotions run high and your tense. That's a part of your training as well while we're on the subject. Learning to identify what triggers a persons abilities. But anyways once your at 100% then we'll start your training."

He would then lead him up stairs into a room filled with statues and portraits.

"But before we do all that, what's say I tell you some about this room? The Hall of Champions as I call it."

BoomBoom almost said something, nearly letting slip another piece of personal information before he stopped himself from blurting out what had been the most horrific experience of his life to date. Instead, he glanced around, his eyes widening slightly at his surroundings, though he knew little about art or craftsmanship. "Who... Who are these people?" Slowing to a stop, the street rat took a better look at the room he'd blindly rushed through before, one hand shyly reaching out towards one of the statues before snapping back towards his body. The diminutive waif knew that he could consider himself a dead man if his powers flared up and damaged one of the pieces. If not by Kyle's hand, then by his own likely immense regret and embarrassment.
Pushing his closed fists back underneath his armpits, Bailey braced himself for another detonation, surprised when one didn't come. Nervously, he played with the ring on his thumb before turning back to Kyle, the starved boy already beginning to trust the black-haired man.

{Super enjoying, actually.]

He chuckled a bit as he looked at each of the statues amd portraits himself for a moment.

"One thinks 'champion' they think I winner of a tournament or something like that. But in this case these people are 'champions' of heroism and justice in my eyes. They are people who have all preformed various acts of heroism and valor. Some of whom, such as this lady here,"

He then stopped by a statue of a rather petite looking woman and patted it's head.

"Having done so alongside me. And I'll tell you now. Last thing you wanna do is piss this lady off."

He then chuckled a bit.

"And everyone in this room has influenced my life in some way shape and form."