As they kept walking through West Drop, Kiley kept phasing out of vision. About every thirty seconds he would vanish completely only to slowly phase back. He’d reappear; keeping pace as though nothing had happened. Others on the street had to notice this spectacle. Brisa’s eyes darted around each time he disappeared. No one on the street seemed to care but since he was leading her to the Kinetic-Potential Talent School. It was getting annoying.
After about six minutes of this, she had to ask, “Why do you keep doing that?”
He turned around, walking backwards to address her, “That droid is still up there,” he said pointing up and behind her. He disappeared again and continued, “Whyever it’s following you, I don’t want it to start tracking me too.” The ghost of his image started phasing back into her vision. He was walking forward again right next to her now as he said, “I’m throwing it off of my track.”
Brisa looked back again. Up down all around, she couldn’t see it. “How do we get rid of it?”
Kiley thought a bit before answering. “Well, usually those things aren’t sturdy. They use energy to float and for defense. All we have to do is hit it hard enough to get through its energy fields.”
Brisa looked at Kiley expectantly. After a few paces she thought he would hit it with something. Seeing that he didn’t, she thought she’d speed up the process, “Well?”
It took a while Kiley to get the hint. “Oh,” he said surprised, “I can’t hit it. It’s way too high for me to jump,” he looked at Brisa noting that she was not convinced, “and my ranged weapons are too weak to do any damage. They’d just bounce off its deflector and… yeah. But I can see it because of my talents and perception.”
Brisa remembered the perception Hanja on her mask. She should be able to see a great deal more than usual. If she couldn’t see it, his natural perception had to be incredible. “Ok, so we have to wait,” she said looking at where Kiley’s voice had just came from. He was gone; yet again. Really? Again? Her eyes expressed her frustration at talking to nothing once more. She was equally shocked when a casually loud voice came from the empty air she was looking through.
“Maybe you can find a skill that will help you in here,” Kiley said as he was phasing back into her view, “The Caster Talent School is in there too,” he said pointing at the strange building in front of them, “Maybe you can hit it with your large axe-hammer thing.”
Brisa thought about the maul Catlin got and enchanted for her. She’d have to thank Catlin; if she ever decided to talk to her again. Brisa looked up at the school. This is a school?
The large building looked more like a mystic’s night club; or a giant playground. The rounded walls made the building look like someone squished a bunch of giant clay balls together. The painter had to be completely color blind and the spinning orbs floating above closely resembled disco balls. The fact that they floated was the only indication that there could be anything to learn here.
Brisa had to be certain, “This is a school.” It was meant as a question. However, her voice reflected severe doubt. From this building, she’d have trouble believing it was a school even if she was met by a welcoming committee.
“This is the school,” Kiley told her. To prove it, he walked with her up to the circled window to watch the students practicing the Kinetic-Potential techniques.
Brisa still didn’t believe him completely but she had no choice but to see for herself. After thanking him, she headed for what looked like the entrance.
“You’re welcome,” Kiley said eagerly, “Good luck in the tournament!”