Rollan looked over at Meilin, who seemed to be struggling with picking out something to wear. "Wear a dress." He chuckled. Meilin glared at him.
"I could easily put you in one?" She smiled sweetly.
Rollan flinched. "Yeah, no thanks." He mumbled, continuing to lazily draw a falcon.
"When was the last time you drew, anyway?" Meilin asked suddenly.
Rollan shrugged. "A while ago."
Meilin turned around. "Then design me an outfit, dips**t." She winked.
"Yeah, no thanks." Rollan flinched, reaching for the TV remote and flicking on the TV. "Oh hey! It's the news. Not a surprise."
Something about a fire in the woods? Simple. Lightning or something.
Meilin raised a brow. "It was just cool weather, though." She murmured, picking out a nice top.
Rollan returned to drawing, only to mess up. He cursed under his breath and reached for the eraser, but was interrupted when a deep rumble in the sky stopped him. He slowly picked up the eraser and began to erase the mistake (aka him). The sky's were clear and sunny, so it was pretty much impossible. He bit his lip and continued doing his thing.

Rollan yelped as Meilin shoved him off the bed, claiming his spot. "Goddamn it, Meilin." He mumbled.
"You're so very welcome." Meilin laughed, putting her hands behind her head.
Rollan rolled his eyes before standing up and pushing his way out of their room. "I'm going for a walk!" He called from the hallway.
"Kay."
Rollan dashed out of the house, nearly falling over. It was a nice day to be out, the sun big and bright like always. He got half across the block before one of the idiotic younger kids tackled him, along with the others. "Assholes." Rollan muttered, shoving two off. One punched his balls, which did not feel pleasant. He froze and heard the last of the 5 year olds' giggles as lightning hit right in between them, and Rollan realized he had caused it, his hand in the air with his fingers to the sky. Well, there was screams. And running. Onlookers gasped as Rollan stood up and started running.
'Well shit, Rollan, pretty stupid reflex against some 5 year olds that have been annoying you for the whole year.' Was all he could think. He gasped in surprise as a figure pinned him against the wall as one of those remote cars zoomed past his feet.
"Who the hell are you?" Rollan snapped.
"Devin-"
"Nice entering, by the way."
Devin bit his tongue and huffed. "Look, I'm not here for some chill talk."
"Then why are you here?" Rollan asked.
"How the hell did you do that?" Devin hissed.
Rollan shrugged. "It was a reflex."
Devin loosened his grip on Rollan and sighed. "Damn it."
"What?" Rollan grunted. "What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing. You're one of us." Devin whispered, as if he wasn't letting anyone else.
"Who is 'us'?" Rollan raised an eyebrow.
"Stop asking so many questions, we need to go." Devin snapped, running off. Rollan struggled to keep up with him. Devin's small size and light weight must have allowed him to run faster.

"So let me just get this straight, all of you have powers, including me." Rollan laughed. "This is fake, correct?"
"No." Abeke shook her head and then lowered it. "I caused the fire."
"Devin and I don't necessarily have powers, just wings, which technically means our power is flying." Shane said from across the circle.
"Wait, so some little teen with wings pushed me against a wall from a remote car." Rollan cracked up again. He heard Shane inhale sharply and Devin...Devin spat at him. Dawson only looked over the crew from a tree above.
"Tellun knows how many more there is." Dawson sighed through his nose.
"Ha, and Devin gets to get them all." Conor smirked.
"What did I ever do wrong." Devin facepalmed.
"Ask the weather man." Conor responded.
Rollan screeched. "No nicknames other than Falconmaster, thank you very much! Or Handsome. Either works."
"Oh, okay then...Weather Man."