After crashing through a wall, some teacher had whisked Rene away, and given him a short lecture on controlling his powers. The blonde teen had nodded and shook his head at appropriate times, throwing in a "yes, sir" and "no, sir" wherever it fit, and before long he'd gotten out scot-free.
Now came the real adventure: finding Dallas in this maze of a mansion.
The kinetopath wandered for a solid half hour, jumping up and down stairs, peeking in and out of rooms, and generally just having fun. He flipped off a balcony and landed softer than a feather, prompting a scattering of applause from a gaggle of young girls. Rene winked and doffed an imaginary hat, then continued his search.
The adventure ended on the top floor, with the teen peeking out of a window and seeing a familiar figure sitting on the lawn with two girls. He grinned.
"What a champ. Dal picked up a girl for me."
He stepped back, then took a flying leap and dove through the window. He fell through the air, executing a series of graceful flips and corkscrews, then landed on the grass like a whisper, behind Dallas and his two friends.
[color=rgb(75,0,130);font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;]"...when your ex-bestie is about two seconds away from turning you into a werewolf just because he's going insane and he has attachment issues to boot. That kinda screws with your outlook on things, Tali."[/color]
[font="helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"]Oh. Serious Issues Time. Rene had a feeling these were rather common around here. It was almost enough to make him miss the Brotherhood.[/font]
[font="helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"]The Brotherhood... nah, not really. But he did miss Shiloh. His twin was practically half of him, and not hearing or seeing her telepathic messages was like tuning at 7:30 only to find your favourite show was inexplicably not on the air.[/font]
[font="helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"]He sighed. He hadn't thought about his twin in awhile, he realized guiltily. He'd have to figure out where she was. He was older, after all, if only by sixteen minutes and twenty-three seconds.[/font]
[font="helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"]But, for now, Dallas. His friend looked like he could use, well, a friend.[/font]
[font="helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"]So he walked up and gently ruffled Dal's hair. "Hey man," he said with a smile. "Sorry, I got lost. Who're your cute friends?"[/font]