The Frank Army (Frank)

[François Laffont]

François rarely was so psyched up. At least not on his own. He did love to be around people, to help them and also to have fun. But he was not one big ball of energy. He had no idea where it came from exactly. Maybe a residue from someone, something he picked up after practicing to control his power in the cafeteria today. He had been so proud over the fact he spent most of the lunchtime there without being overwhelmed. But maybe it rubbed off on him more than he thought. He did try to focus only on specific emotions. He had yet been able to shut it down completely, focusing on one person or one emotion was the best he could do right now, and the second someone was feeling too intensely, his focus was lost. But today, it went well. No drama happened, at least not near him.

Maybe it was the pride to have spent so long a time with so many people that made him barely keep up in one place. He knew he had a class now but he felt like he wouldn’t be able to concentrate throughout it. It didn’t happen often, but he wanted to be out, to do something more interesting. Could he skip a class? He had never done so before. He just wasn’t the type to bend rules, no matter how much he wished to do so. Plus, it would probably be an important lesson. Or not. What was wrong with him today?

He knew when he was usually feeling this lively and smiling. With people like Frank Cox. The girl was just one big rainbow of randomness. One thing for sure, you couldn’t be bored around her. When he first came here, being around people proved difficult. And it was hard on him since he always loved to be around people. As he developed his power and learned to control it, he tried to meet other students. And he met her. She was crazy, but in a good way.

He looked around the room. Was she here? That would explain why he was so bubbly. Strong feelings tended to rub on him, making him feel it too. And she sure had energy for ten people. Or twenty. Or the whole school. He scanned the room again. Maybe it would be best if she wasn’t around. She might as well make him get away from the class before the bell could ring. And who knows what they’d be doing next. Although he was more than up for it today.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

{just as a heads up, but Frank hasn't been here very long; just transferred from the English school}

Frank sped down the hallway, nearly running into people. "'scuse me," rang out like some kind of strange song, spat out at random intervals as the girl plowed around various people. A backpack thudded against her back with each step, and her tennis shoes nearly skidded across the floor as she plowed through. What looked like glitter dusted her fingers, and there were bits of something very much like confetti trailing off the edge of her jeans, nearly making a trail as she dashed about.

And, as Francois already noticed, Frank felt elated. When she wasn't shooting apologies, she was grinning, possibly humming to herself, and definitely giving off enough good vibes to make every empath and telepath in the school feel a little buzzed. Without any warning, Frank skidded to a halt in front of Francois. she panted, leaning on him, a hand on his shoulder while she got her breath. She raised a finger up, begging for a second, and took several more great big sucking breaths before raising fully upright.

"I was here the whole time," she said, her eyes already twinkling with merriment. "And we've totally been talking about super important stuff," she tossed her hair a bit, then leaned against the wall, the only signs of her mad dash the trail of glitter dust leading almost straight to her, well, to her and now, by extension, to Francois. "So how's things with you? Doing good? You look good."

[François Laffont]

François startled a bit when Frank ended up right in front of him. For a second, he thought she’d run into him. He let her rest a hand on his shoulder figuring she might need some support as she was panting. Well, well, well, speaking of the devil. And through all that panting, Franck had been right to assume a girl like her was happy and energetic. He wouldn’t say all of this came from her of course. He was not strong enough to pick up the vibes of people until they were in the same room with him, but it had been a fair guess that at her contact this mood would only amplify.

Frank was rather new here. And when François tried to meet up with people, of course he went for positive ones. He was bound to meet up with her. He doubted there was one with more positive energy. Sure she had her downsides, like everyone, but she was friendly and very approachable. Maybe too much for some people but for him it was perfect. Plus, as she pointed out to him once, they had to be friends, if only because their names decided so.

He arched an eyebrow at her, curious what that super important stuff was all about. With her, you never know. She was already jumping to asking him how he was. He chuckled and dusted off some of that glitter she put on his shoulder. “I always look good. And I’m fine why wouldn’t I be?” he said with a smile. He was still wondering what it was she apparently witnessed the whole time and felt they needed to talk about. “Now, please, you don’t make sense, what were you there the whole time for?” he asked. Sometimes he had a hard time following her. And it was not just because English was not his first language, as his light accent would prove to you. He realized he still got some glitter on him and got them off again. “Where did you pick that?” he also asked. Had she been eating tin cans again?


OoC: oh thanks, I kept that as a mental note while writing it yet forgot >.< fixed it a bit with that second post

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

{it's cool; I just didn't want any weird continuity errors; not like Frank's not gonna go for instant buds with everyone}

Frank noticed Francois dusting some glitter off his shoulder and decided that she should probably help. This did mean spreading a little more glitter over him instead. Frank frowned at the new glitter and brushed it, before realizing that she was, in fact, the source of the glitter, "oh shiitake mushrooms!" she hissed, sticking her hands into her pocket and sort of wiggling about a bit. She moved so she was standing a little more to the side of Francois as opposed to in front. Well, mostly to the side; there was still the whole wiggling thing to contend with.

As if the glitter wasn't enough, Francois wasn't playing along. Frank groaned and muttered a few choice curse words in French, mostly to the effect of stupid people and dumb situations (and when we say "cursing," for Frank, this means mostly using loose metaphors or words that sound dangerously close to the actual curse instead of, you know, cursing like a normal person. Frank isn't really that normal, and that's not really including the whole eating whatever she wants mutant power thing). "No, no, no," she said, shaking her head, "I was here the whole time. I was definitely, totally not there the whole time, because I was here, talking to you and seeing what is up with my favorite French dude!"

Frank nudged Francois while still keeping her hands in her pocket. So it was more like a sort of elbow and a smile and a knowing wink sort of combination that somehow managed to work. "Oh, the glitter? Pfft, you know me, I leak glitter. I swear, you eat some on a bet one time and you're sneezing and farting it for years after." Frank rolled her eyes and then craned her neck to look down the hallway, her gaze most definitely in the direction of various staff offices. "So really nothing's been happening with you? Francois, man, you've gotta work it more! You're French! You just need to stroll up to the girls and be all like 'oh, oh, oh, I am ze French guy, and I speak ze language of love!'" What was sad about was that Frank's accent was dangerously close to authentic. "Seriously, then just watch the panties hit the floor. Sploosh," there was a sort of gesture involved, but Frank was still keeping her hands in her pockets, so, yeah, it ended up being a sort of wave.

[François Laffont]

François laughed at Frank’s, failed, attempt to help him with the glitter. She didn’t seem to have realized just yet she was the source of it. Really, it was not a big deal. He had no problem with it. It was not like she drowned him with glitter. And even there, he was not one of those macho boys who couldn’t live without looking all manly. Obviously, as they would say, considering his sexual orientation. Seriously, the world would be a better place if those guys learned to loosen up.

He raised an eyebrow at Frank when she started to curse, or at least sound as if she was, in his language no less. It was another thing he liked about the girl, he could speak French every now and then with her. It was so rare for him to be able to do so, except with his father of course. And since he didn’t always know the right word to use in English, being able to say it in French rather than find a way of explaining what he meant was a relief. “Oh,” Franck let out, finally understanding what she meant. So he was her alibi? He was fine with that but just to make sure... “What did you do this time? Or not do?” he asked.

He laughed over his explanation. “Much like beer? You drink one, you piss ten,” he said. At least it was what his father one said. Franck didn’t like the taste of beer enough to be able to tell. Oh wait, he wasn’t supposed to know the taste of it, right? Scratch what he said then, he had absolutely no idea if that saying can be true. He laughed even more though at her impersonation of the Frenchman. It was kind of a stereotype right, that being French meant you were a good lover? “Yeah, it’s not exactly the ladies I wish to show how I can speak the language of love to,” he pointed out. Hey, it was not like he was trying to hide that fact.

Frank amused him, big time. And in his current happy state this just amplified his overall excitement. “Please do keep your panties on,” he replied still laughing. He turned his head to find some guy he could find cute though knew he was terribly straight. He nodded in his direction. “Sadly I doubt ze language of love will work on him,” he said, forcing his accent to come back stronger than what he normally had it. He rested his back against the wall and turned his head to the side so he could look at his friend. “And what about you? You manage to befriend humanity and you’re still single? That is wrong,” he said with a fake saddened tone at the mention of her celibacy. They were still young enough to find love, even multiple times. François was not really looking, waiting for it to come at him.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"I didn't do anything!" protested Frank, extending her hand so that a little more confetti fell off her sleeve. "I certainly didn't plant a glitter and confetti bomb in the midget's desk again so he would come out looking like he just stepped outta Munchkin land. That would be wrong and immoral," Frank nodded sagely at this last bit, even crossing her arms to look as serious as Frank possibly could (i.e. roughly as serious as a five year old explaining the rules of life to her parents).

She held this position even through the little explanation and winced. That was the problem with letting your mouth do the running before your brain caught up: you forgot little details, like the fact that the French guy you hung out with actually liked dudes like you did. Shame, 'cuz she wouldn't have minded a little friends with benefits action (French guys really did know what they were doing in the sack; Frank assumed this had something to do with French preschool).

"okay, okay, okay, so less sploosh and panty dropping and more boing," there was a hand gesture involving a finger springing up, "and, uh, male sploosh, I guess. And I just got here. Gimme a few weeks to  get my string of lovers lined up," said Frank, gesturing grandly, which of course meant a little more confetti falling out her sleeve. Frank frowned at that, shaking her arm again to let more fall out. "How much of that stuff do I have? Quick, help me get it off!" she began shaking and dusting, knocking glitter and confetti loose at an alarming rate.

[François Laffont]

François smiled when she insisted on doing nothing at all. He knew better of course. It was not like she was evil or anything. But pranks on teachers, really. No surprise she was getting a lot of detention. When she explained what she did to their trainer, he simply shook his head. Maybe it was best for him not to know after all. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” he simply replied to his friend. Anyway, he doubted Guy would ask him of all people what happened. It was not like Franck was getting himself involved in any kind of shenanigans, unless Frank dragged him into it of course.

He had no real problem with Frank forgetting he was gay. It was not like she tried to match him up with a girl, really. She was in no denial of his orientation, just forgetful at times. He stood speechless, his eyes bigger than they ever were, eyebrows nearly reaching his hair before he laughed at her comment. With the onomatopoeia and gesture, it was even more hilarious. He knew at this rate he would alert the whole school, wondering what was so funny so he placed a hand over his mouth and tried to silence himself a bit. This was just too funny.

Helping her out with getting the confetti off of her was a nice distraction. “If you have that much on yourself, I can’t even imagine what he’ll look like when that blows up on him,” he commented. Seriously, unless she messed up big time and got all the confetti on herself instead of that bomb of hers, the man will be flashing more than a disco ball. People will hang him and dance under him. “If they find out, you’re in deep,” he added. Of course, his lips were sealed. He would never admit knowing who was responsible. But he doubted they’ll let her go that easily.

Staring at their feet he realized the trail was like one big flashing sign pointing straight at them. “Maybe we should move,” he suggested, bringing her to the other side of the classroom at some desk.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank might not be an empath, but that didn't stop her from feeding off positive emotions. Of course, her feeding was more just what a standard person would do, though perhaps mixed with someone who loved attention and genuinely loved making people smile. She was about three jokes from giggly even before she started sharing her antics with Franck.

Thankfully her French buddy was more than willing to help knock the confetti and glitter off Frank. She even tried to hold more or less still while it happened, though Frank's version of "still" was still about three times as wiggly as the standard person's version. The confetti and glitter was starting to sort of line the area, looking like someone had just murdered a fairy in the area. It didn't help that the stuff kept sticking to Frank and Franck, getting pretty well everywhere. The French boy looked as though he'd fully participated in whatever Frank had gotten into, which hadn't exactly been her plan, oddly enough. Mostly because Frank wasn't really much of a "plan" person.

Hence why she'd actually stopped and hadn't considered possibly getting further away. "Please, he'll look like a member of the Lollipop Guild by the time he's done," insisted Frank, "that's why I didn't want to get too far away; it isn't any fun if you don't  get to see the result, y'know?" Frank chuckled, then brushed off her clothing again. To her surprise, when she brushed off the rear of her skirt, she found her hands coming away with glitter. "Seriously, on my butt too? I need to, like, wear an apron or something..." she started brushing at it, sort of following Franck without really thinking about it, letting him lead her away. The glitter and confetti trail did more or less end at where they stood, with most of the pieces staying attached to the two Francks.

"What would I do without you, Francois? <You are my hero,>" the last she said in French, giving him her best "Bambi" eyes before giggling and knocking loose some more confetti, shaking out a leg even.

[François Laffont]

François had to admit, being around her made it harder and harder for him not to jump around as much as she was. It was the problem with his power. He was not only reading people’s emotions even deep down within, he could also feel them whenever they were strong enough or responding to his own feelings. He never managed to stay sad or calm for too long around Frank and since he was already quite lively today, it just made it worse. He still wasn’t as bubbly as Frank though. But to be quite honest, who was?

The two of them seemed to be swimming in a pool of confetti. Seriously, just how much did she put in that bomb? Then again, the little glitter pieces just refused to let go and fall to the ground. It was sticking to their hands and clothes making him look just as guilty as Frank. “Just so you know, if they catch us, I’m totally framing you for this one,” he let out although both of them knew it was just words. Franck would rather keep quiet than say what she had done, even if it meant a possible detention for him. Scratch the possible, when that teacher comes out of the lounge, he would definitely stick a detention on both their ass.

He had to admit though, she got him curious on how Guy would look like. It was a cruel joke to make, mostly because it was a clear laugh at his size, but he supposed in many years here, he got crueller jokes than this one. Then again, if the confetti were sticking on him as much as they did on them... “I suggest we don’t stick around too long when it happens though. Not sure he’ll think we’re victims too,” he said. Sure most of the glitter was now on the floor but they walked on it and he still had some on his hands or brushed on his pants. He’d need to wash it away.

He chuckled at her perfect French. It was great to hear another person speaking so well his language. “Oui c’est moi, ton chevalier servant ((yes it’s me, your knight in shining armor)),” he replied on the same happy, joking tone. He tried to be more serious though it was hard around her. “And what have you planned once your super prank is done?” he asked. Nothing, no doubt but he figured someone had to make her think a bit.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Aww, c'mon, that's not what true buds do for each other!" whined Frank, putting on her best pouty face. And, being a rich, single, white child, Frank's pouty face was damn good. There were cartoon characters that wished they pouted with the skill that Frank Cox possessed. It dissolved into giggles at the thought of being caught in her own prank bomb. "Duuude, I totally hadn't thought of that! We should totally use that for our excuse!" Which wouldn't make any sense whatsoever, given that the bomb was at least three rooms away from where they were. Don't confuse Frank with your Earth logic!

And Frank definitely didn't mind the French thing, though her French wasn't quite perfect. Perfect accent, definitely, perfect pronunciation, pretty much, but perfect understanding and execution? Not so much. It didn't help that Frank got excited and confused words from time to time.

"Wait, did you just call yourself a chandelier? And plan?" Frank giggled, giving Franck a few light punches. Most of the glitter and stuff had been shaken loose, though she did still have some confetti stuck back in her shoe. She did her best Heath Ledger Joke impersonation (it sucked) and said: "Plan? Do I look like someone who has a plan to you?" and then fell into giggles, grabbing onto Franck for support.

[François Laffont]

She was right, true friends didn't do that to each other. Which was precisely why you wouldn’t expect Franck to do it. Not like he was loyal enough to take the fall in your stead but he sure wouldn’t pin the nails on your coffin. He shook his head at her pouty face. “You do realize I can tell you’re not really hurt?” he replied to that face of hers. Oh, it was worth a million... well maybe not bucks, how about Skittles? But it was as believable for him as it sure was his heartless comment for her. Maybe it was why she giggled almost instantly after. Or maybe it was just because she was Frank Cox.

He laughed as she was ready to act like a victim of the prank. “You mean the prankster not only targeted a teacher but also the other school’s prankster? Maybe it’s a plot to tell you you’re not match against whoever did this,” he said on a fake conspiracy tone. It was hard to keep his serious though and he was already smiling at it. God, if the class was to start now, he would never be able to concentrate! No doubt the teacher would kick the two of them out. Maybe he should just go ahead and leave then?

He chuckled as she didn't quite catch what he said. “Chevalier. Knight,” he corrected. No, he was no chandelier. He was not Lumiere in Beauty and the Beast! he laughed with her, more because she didn’t look like someone with a plan indeed than because her impersonation was well executed. “Damn, why did you have to give me so much energy right before class? I don’t know how you manage to concentrate with it,” he admitted as he looked around. At least the teacher was not there yet to tell them to shut up. He held his friend, trying to focus only on that positive energy of hers. He knew even a girl like Frank had little demons inside, wounds she’d prefer to keep to herself. Since she did not invite him to seek them out, he didn’t want to risk picking them up just because they were holding onto each other.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Exaaaaaaaactly! Nobody will see it coming!" said Frank, holding up her arm and sort of moving it in a grand gesture. "Which is what makes it perfect!" It also gave Frank a mental note to try and prank Franck at some point in the not so distant future. Frank's pranks were never harmful or mean, though technically glitter bombing Mr. Legrange might count.

Not like planning to prank Franck made a lot of difference. Frank was gonna forget that she was supposed to remember something about ten minutes from now, especially something like that. It was less the whole goldfish memory thing and more this strong, nearly overpowering desire to live in the moment. She was practically rolling about in this moment, soaking up every second of it. Especially because class hadn't started yet.

"Aww, that's cute, you actually think I concentrate!' said Frank, giving Franck a quick peck on the cheek. "But no, I totally don't pay any attention, like, at all. That's why my grades suck. I pay someone to take notes for me. I think it's that guy," she pointed at a random student who she thought looked vaguely familiar. She frowned at him, tilting her head as if trying to shake the memory loose within her brain.

Before much more could happen, there was what sounded like an explosion with a few whirly gigs and a very loud voice booming out some very choice words. Frank's face lit up and she looked up at Franck, her eyes practically sparkling.

{should i bring Guy in, since I pretty well set it up to bomb him? I feel a little guilty for just being like "and here's my teacher character too," but it just sorta happened. If you'd rather I didn't, I don't have to; just lemme know.}

[François Laffont]

Let’s face it, the whole conspiracy thing, not all that logical. Then again, he bet it was the kind of evil plot a few mean girls could come up with, if they wanted to get someone in trouble while insulting a teacher. What was the saying again, to kill two birds in one stone? Honestly, he preferred that one in French, he had no desire to kill not even one bird but hey, he was not making sayings. He doubted in the infuriated state, and covered he hoped with more glitter than the two were at the moment, that he’ll be lenient and ready to believe such a theory. But hey, if Frank wanted to go for it. At this point, he doubted she would be able to avoid detention anyway.

Franck laughed again, looking around as if waiting of someone to tell him why he ever thought she could have been concentrating indeed. Now, he knew it was only jest. She could concentrate otherwise she never would have been able to plan that bombing, make it and set it up. Sure, she missed a couple of details along the way but that was just Frank being Frank. Like everyone, she could focus when it interested her. Sadly for the school, they offered little that interested him, that is academically speaking. Because in terms of pranks, she obviously had a lot to work with.

While Franck was looking at the guy she gestured to, the sound of an explosion resounded in the school and he jumped as if he tried to hit the ceiling with his head. That must be the glitter. Just as he thought that, he heard the commotion. The man might be small but he had a voice and obviously anyone in sight were simply too scared to do or say anything because Franck could not hear that many other voices. He could feel their astonishment and of course how funny they found it all. It made it even worse for him to stand still and the sparkles in Frank’s eyes made it clear what she wanted to do. Honestly, he thought that would just bring the dwarf’s wrath on their head but in his current state, he would not be able to stop her. Alright, he never could, but now not only couldn’t he but he wanted to see as well. So he did like everyone else, he walked towards the door to see what happened...


OoC: I have no problem in you bringing Guy. I kind of figured it would happen.

[Guy LeGrange]

Just one day, one time, Guy would like for something odd not to happen. This was not to be one of those days. For he had barely sat down on his chair in his office to catch up on some paperwork when he heard something like an explosion mixed with a whistle. The next thing the trainer knew, he was covered in what appeared to be massive amounts of glitter and confetti. There had been a roar: it came out of Guy when the explosion had happened. as soon as he realized that he was unharmed, he had to chuckle a little. Fortunately, the students wouldn't actually hear this. Guy knew he needed to let it out before he got within eyeshot of any of them.

So he did. Then he took several deep breaths, steeling his nerves. He put on his grumpiest face, brushed off some glitter and confetti, pushed away from his desk and started storming the halls. "Who is responsible for this!?" he yelled, again filling the halls with his large presence. He saw a student giggling and gave them a look, not detention, no words passed Guy's mouth, just a look that would turn bowels to jelly.

He then kept going. Because fortunately, the glitter and confetti formed quite the nice trail. It led right up to a classroom, and there stood Francois Laffont. Guy looked up at him, then looked around, and sure enough: Frank Cox was standing there looking about as innocent as a cat with feathers around her mouth. Guy looked up at Francois, his eyes narrowing. "Is there a particular reason why the glitter stops here, Mr. Laffont?" he asked, keeping his voice level and indicating the trail as he spoke. He was tempted to focus his ability on Francois, but if memory served, that would almost be worse for the empath. Better to let him feel the carefully constructed anger that Guy let bubble forth.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank of course followed Franck as he headed to the door, following about as close on his heels as a puppy would. So she was standing just a little behind him when Guy finally trundled up. Frank then had to fight the losing battle against not bursting out laughing at the sight of the dwarf trainer covered in glitter and confetti. Guy's glare did slow Frank down a little, making her feel slightly abashed at what she'd done, but only slightly.

There was some worry about the fact that he'd honed in on Franck though. Frank looked to her friend then to the trainer, wondering what she should be doing here. She wasn't about to just let her friend take the fall for something she did, especially since it was kinda obvious that she did it, but part of Frank was sort of fascinated to see what he would say.

So she figured she'd stand there and be quiet, see what Franck said, and possibly be his chandelier if it came to it. She could totally do it; she had "Be our Guest" memorized and everything.