Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. "Can we go back a couple minutes, I think I would rather crash into the ground, least I could do calculations for the velocity as I fell to my doom."

(you forgot to ping me. ;;)

Arco
"Charming but no. I think killing you now would be very premature. We'll have plenty of time for that and indulging your suicidal impulses later, human.

Lucas, I assume you have no further plans with this one? If not, then we can bring him down to the lab for testing. It shouldn't take too long, I'd imagine, but that's all on the General's word, mm?
Last I knew, combat capability tests were still very grueling for your kind. If he intends to have me do a full array of tests on you, I can only wonder if you'd survive even the night."

(Smacks head, this is why you should not be answering rp's during online lessons."

Lorenzo crossed his arms. "For your information, its not a suicidal impulse." He sighed. "And by testing, I don't assume you mean testing to see whether or not I can tell you the coefficient of friction in a physics problem." Lorenzo said. Around now he would gladly be doing anything, maybe even chemistry.

Lucas frowned, "What would I want to do with him, I'm leaving," He disappeared in a flash, he was in front of the school now, "Hope your happy Liam," He said before letting Liam take control.

General Whiteout nodded slowly, as if thinking, "Arco, why don't you take him down for testing, I'll stay here to see if Lucas brings anyone else back," He said in his silky tone, his green eye glowing.
"I'm sure you can deal with him? I don't think I am needed, it is a puny human after all," He said in his other voice, his amber eye glowing, "There is a war coming after all."

Arco
"You don't have to remind me, General. I may be the only Kilaro on this planet as of yet, but rest assured, if everything goes as planned you will continue to have our full support in it. There's money to be made after all."
He pulled Lorenz along by the arm towards a lab facility in the distance.

"Come along then, human. If this goes well, this should be nice and easy for you and me both."

Lorenzo muttered. "Not sure I feel the same way about it." He said as he was pulled toward the lab facility. He frowned, why did aliens get cool powers, it didn't make sense scientifically. I mean going from school to where was it Paris, that hardly made any kind of logic at all. Maybe it would have it Lorenzo actually read comic books or watched movies, but when was that ever going to help.

(ikr? But we don't ask those kind of questions in this universe.)

Arco
The lab itself was hardly a cheery place, full of area-restricted, sterile white rooms and trekking humanoid-looking aliens in labcoats once one got past the human facade of the reception office.
He shoved Lorenzo into one of the rooms with an unamused expression.

"Empty your pockets. I'll keep your belongings nice and safe in storage, but for now, you will not be needing them, subject 52.
I suggest you get used to that number, I will not be addressing you as anything else from here on out."

"My pockets, right, would you like a paper with the homework I was supposed to do." Lorenzo said with an eyeroll. "fifty two, a decagonal number and an untouchable number. Guess that's cruel irony. I mean its not even a cool untouchable number like 5 is." His mind continued on with other numbers that at least would have given his brain some comfort. "Stupid number." Lorenzo concluded.

Arco
Arco's singular horn lit blue for a moment as a psychic force threw Lorenzo against a wall.
"I won't ask you again. Continue to waste my time."

"Well that wasn't very nice. I'm not wasting much of your time that is. Doing all of that mumbo jumbo you just did probably wasted more time then me talking about the number 52." Lorenzo said with an eyeroll.