I swear to god I will kill that guy. Of course, I had to end up rooming with the MOST OBNOXIOUS guy to ever set foot in this universe. It’s like he doesn’t give a shit about anyone around him. The receiver of my unending hate was, of course, Set. I had seen him talking to the purple-headed girl earlier, but I have no fucking idea how on earth she put up with him. The other guy I get to room with is a bit… odd. He doesn’t say much (like Set who just sits in the corner with his sunglasses on and doesn’t talk) but when he does speak it’s creepy and depressing and in a flat, monotone voice. Set seems to freak out when anyone mentions powers, which is by far the weirdest thing I have ever heard of, and Gareth just told us his powers were involved with shadows, and left it at that.
I guess I could have just gone home and commuted here, but really, who wants to commute to this place every day? No, it was definitely in my best interest to stay here and suck it up. The problem with rooming with Set is that he seems to have a serious problem with anyone coming even close to touching him. Like he’s scared of contracting the horrible human disease called emotion. Ugh.
Why couldn’t I have roomed with Briar or something? After the initial awkwardness that ensued after his and Xerin’s eventful entrance, we all ended up talking some, and I got to know Briar a bit. Apparently he comes from Ireland! Isn’t that cool? We started speaking about the hills of Ireland, and the general landscape. It sounds so beautiful there. And then we started talking about HORSES. Did I mention I love horses? Well, I do. My mom raised them and rode them and taught me to do the same. Apparently Briar rides too! I’ll have to take him riding through the forest sometime. While riding out on the open plains is nice, you haven’t really ridden until you’ve felt the exhilaration of riding through a cold pine forest.
But back to my present predicament…
Set and Gareth and I were standing outside our room, but something was obviously wrong. Gareth had cracked open the door, and an unfamiliar red light was coming from inside. Gareth slowly pushed open the door and we all peered inside.
The walls were a deep navy blue, almost black, and a deep blood red was spattered across them. However, the red wasn’t paint. It was cracks in the wall. That’s where the light was coming from. The light moved and shifted almost like lava, but the cracks were instead filled with a red crystal. The room itself was at least three times bigger than it had previously been. From the floor jutted huge pillars with floating red glass stairs winding around them to the top. I could barely see the top of most of them (they were all varying heights and shapes) but they seemed to support bookshelves and chairs and tables. I looked around frantically for our beds, until I realized that they were also raised, each one on a different pillar. However, there were no stairs. Instead, there was a small round hole at the base of each one, about big enough for one’s arm, with a symbol painted on top of each one. Gareth’s pillar was of medium height and set against a backdrop of red light, as it was located on one side of the wall where a bunch of the cracks intersected. The symbol on his was a smoky, indistinct shape that constantly blurred and changed. From what I could see, his bed was austere wrought iron, with dull red curtains hanging heavily around it. The color actually approximated congealed blood. Mine was to the left of the door and was a little bit higher than Gareth’s, and the symbol was of a cloud with rain. Suddenly, I understood that our POWERS were what activated the stairs. That was a little obsessively private. Only the owner of the bed could get anywhere near it. I wonder who’s preference made it like that… not. Set again. Argh. I seriously hated that dude. Speaking of him, I curiously looked around for his bed. I had just come to the conclusion that he didn’t have one when I spotted a darker pillar squished in the far right corner. There were no cracks within a twenty-foot radius, and a strange shadow seemed to fall over it. The symbol on his was a strange mass of swirling lines and scratches. Great, that told me NOTHING about his power. Of course. I looked up at his bed, which was difficult seeing as his pillar was the tallest, only 10 feet from the ceiling. The bed frame was made of a dark grey wood cracked all over with black. The sheets were white and the covers were black, with a white stripe at the top. The pillows were darker than the frame, but lighter than the covers.
Gareth shook me from my thoughts.
“Curious,” He commented in his usual monotone as he glided past me and into the room.
I walked in after him, and Set followed quietly. I walked over to my bed pillar. From this angle I couldn’t see what my bed looked like. Cautiously, I inserted my hand into the hole under the cloud and waited. Nothing happened. Maybe I was supposed to… gingerly, I tried to activate my powers with my right hand (the one in the hole). Instantly the piece of floor I was standing on shot up a foot in the air. Taken by surprise, I stumbled foreword, and then braced myself for the fall. Instead my foot came in contact with solid ground. I looked down and saw that a second step had followed the first. I stepped onto it with my other foot, and the stair bellow me fell back into the floor. Obsessively private roommate? Check.
It was definitely weird to step out onto thin air, but the steps always rose up to catch the foot. Pretty soon I was running up the stairs. When I finally reached the top I was a little out of breath. I looked up and came face to face with my bed. The frame was a dark brown wood, polished smooth. The covers were a deep blue with hints of purple, and the pillows were a light grey. Only a few feet away from the edge of my bed pillar was a bookshelf and chair on a separate pillar. Suddenly I had an Idea. I tentatively put my foot over the edge. A stair came up to meet it. I walked over to the bookshelf pillar with no accidents, the steps seeming to materialize underneath me. I turned around and walked back to my bed pillar. However, before I could reach it, a large glass wall shot up, blocking my path. It had the cloud on it again and a handprint on it. I sighed, starting to get used to this kind of stuff, and placed my hand grudgingly on the glass, channeling my powers into it. The glass glowed dark blue, then disappeared back into the floor. I took a tentative step foreword, and found that I could now continue on to my bed.
Have I mentioned I live with an Overly Privacy Protective Psycho?
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