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I am a great biotic wind that will sweep all before me like a... a great wind! A great biotic wind!
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Micheal was surprised, to say the least, when the sudden verbal torrent was unleashed in his direction. He’d been talking without thinking, nothing strange there, when whatshisname started going off on him! What the hell was up with that? Overreaction much? It was a stressful situation, sure, but how much does being polite cost? It was plain old rude.

Not to mention terrifying. Micheal wasn’t tough by any stretch of the word. So, when a joke-looking guy started freaking out at him, he was pretty spooked. Add that too the nervousness he was already feeling, and it was a perfect recipe for someone to do something stupid. Honestly, he was afraid the guy was going to charge him or something. Then someone would get hurt no matter what happened. Micheal, if he did nothing, Jock McAnger if Micheal did. Micheal wasn’t a pacifist either, but he didn’t want anyone hurt.

Torn between fear and an almost instinctive to snap back, Micheal stood there with his head bowed, flinching with every thrown accusation. He felt like a dick, even though it was clearly the other kid losing it. Everyone was looking at him, though, and he felt awkward and uncomfortable and exposed and scared and plain old terrible.

So, the gamer just stood there while the kid shouted at him. When he finally did quiet down, Micheal shifted nervously, his eyes still looking to the sand. What else was he going to do? He wanted to say something clever and shut the kid down, but instead he muttered, quite lamely he might add, “I know it’s not a game, asshole.”

The sound of the bag hitting the sand made him jump, and he barely heard the guy muttering about pills. Still, shock dictated that he stay silent. He glanced up at the girl as she tried to talk to Mr. Angry, but after a second his gaze fell back to the ground. Micheal wished he could find someone he knew. He wished he friends had come along on the trip, even if that meant they would have been killed. Being around people who didn’t get his references clearly wasn’t for him.

Honestly, he was tempted to just head off on his own. His chances probably wouldn’t be much better on his own then with these two. Glori- couldn’t talk straight, what were the chances she could shoot straight? And don’t get him started on the guy. Being around that asshole definitely wasn’t at the top of his list. Madelyn was kicking around, wasn’t she? Maybe he could try and find her. Yeah, that would be good. Better then the alternative, anyway. Still, Glori- was okay. Maybe he could get her to come along, sans the jerk standing by himself.
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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