GalaxyWorks

"Damn... Gonna admit, your father has always scared the utter shit out of me. Always feel like he's gonna rip me in two, for like looking at him or you." Shuddering, he opens his eyes & grins over at Amaya "Luckily you are less scary, More just trouble" he chuckles.

"Yeah. I'll deffinitely be there." he says to Alcae, finishing off his sandwich and continuing on with his gummy snacks and fruit juice of epic taste. "You know what's specifically wrong with it or...?"

"Uh yeah.. It'll explode if I power it up. The Fusion Core over heats almost right away.. Kinda a problem if I wanna live near it... But its just the prototype. I wanna make one I can get in. But this smaller one will do. Its a bit bigger than me."

Enzo; who surveyed his surroundings throughly decided that if he was gonna be a walking bomb he might as well figure out how to use his newfound Magickal power. Focusing in on the tip of his finger he tried to recreate that feeling he had before. His face grew red and his eyes buldged slightly before nothing happened and he let out an exasperated sigh - rubbings his forehead. "Mmh - yeah I thought it wouldn't be that easy." Mumbled Enzo, now waiting for the period change.

The red beast took the tin with its teeth, prior to placing it onto the floor. A large talon had pushed out from between the Varren's digits, and was pushed down into said tin. No luck, it just punched a hole inside. Slightly frustrated, the Varren began to glow blue, but really only used its biotic powers to remove the lid from the tin, prior to returning to normalcy.

A single talon was pushed into the tin, and flipped it diagonally to face himself. The beast lowered its head, and scooped out the entire tin with his tongue, quickly chomping whatever was inside, down. Upon swallowing, it'd yawn, and lick its teeth.

"Well. Guess it's a coolant problem that you're having. Or you busted something with the core. Either way, I'm down to help you." he says with a warm smile, eventually finishing off his gummy candy.

"Thanks.. Good boy Turok.." She smiles and pats him lightly

Karl sits in the bushes of the open-air cafeteria. His eyes scrounging about, searching for the beloved food, the previous substance.. Toast.. He'd be hard to notice, but I reckon someone at least sees him. He does make note of the gasmask-boy running around with a burning bag.

As per usual the Alien with the amazing eyesight spots Karl in the bushes. She pats Turok. "Go scare him bud." She grins evily.

The gas masked boy would've dropped his own backpack somewhere on his frantic run. Gray with a small hexagon design across the surface, made from the same material as his hoodie and pants.

Finally having found his way to a large dumpster around the back of the school, he opened the lid slightly before tossing in the half scorched bag in the dumpster. Panting after the excessive amount of running, staring at the ground as he leans on his knees, sighing with relief as he stands up and begins to walk away, only to just notice that his own backpack isn't on his shoulders.
"Oh, come on.." He says tiredly, his shoulders slumped as he tries to retrace his steps, not noticing the black smoke rising out from the sides of the dumpster lid.