Foxfire Magnate's Office/1

Kenric and Gareth
KENRIC FOSTER: Kenric walked into the room and shut the door behind him. He sat down and waited to see what the Magnate has to say to him.

KENRIC FOSTER: Kenric shrugged, “Extra-credit does not only mean in school sir. Yes, she did not directly say, “Create a new Alchemy recipe.” She said that I should be creative, I understand if you do not believe me, judging by my past experiences and the history of my parents here. I totally understand, but my mentor did say to be creative. This is extra-credit maybe she didn’t say so, but it is. By all means give me detention, but please do not do it under the impression that I broke some rule.”

What he said wasn’t fully wrong, he was in fact going to do something for Alchemy using the Gulon gas after. KENRIC FOSTER: Kenric was not expecting that. ”Empathy and Telepathy, but I’m also a Mimicry and as you know, my mom, she has numerous abilities. So I’m most likely to develop more.” KENRIC FOSTER: Kenric shook his head, “I don’t.” KENRIC FOSTER: Kenric nodded his head, “I do. I’ve been told we are all part of fanfictions. Or at least, most of us are.” KENRIC FOSTER: Kenric sat in silence, wanting to think over what the man in front of him was saying. After several moments, he asked, “How do you know it’s me? It could be anyone, you may be wrong.” KENRIC FOSTER: Kenric did want to try. But if he wasn’t the one, he didn’t want to cause some crazy power unbalancing or some other thing that should be impossible but is possible. So he took the necklace and tried it on. KENRIC FOSTER: “I’m honoured.“ Kenric murmmured some what sarcastically. “What am I supposed to do with this?” He said while holding the necklace. KENRIC FOSTER: Kenric replied, “Yeah, it does. But can I not even tell my family?” KENRIC FOSTER: Kenric was relieved, he wouldn’t have to be questioned every time his eye’s started glowing and he started floating in the air. “I need to tell Calla, more so then my parents. She can handle it.”

He grinned, “It looks like Calla won’t always being the one winning our splotching tournaments. KENRIC FOSTER: “Actually, Yeah. What would happen if this got into the wrong hands. What damage would it cause?” KENRIC FOSTER: “It does, now I should get going before Calla comes charging in here thinking you murdered me. I’ll see you next Tuesday.” With that, he got up and left the office. THIS ROLEPLAY HAS ENDED