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BWI Portalocity Terminal [Saturday Morning]

Emma had flown with Angelica from Logan Airport in Boston to Baltimore so she wouldn't have to make the entire trip alone, and Angelica was grateful for that. But after a hug goodbye when the time came for Emma's flight back to Massachusetts, Angelica was alone in the lounge, waiting for the bus to Fandom High. She buried her face in a book and tried not to be too nervous about changing schools, counting out the positives. She might make new friends. Empath and Roulette wouldn't be there. She might accidentally fry someone with her microwave powers.

Oooookay, that last one wasn't too positive.

[Up early for SP! ~~Please wait for OCD!~~ The Ginger Express is now in service.]

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"Well, hi, Alex!" said Butters, happily, since it seemed that he would be spared being tormented by Eric Cartman for a little while longer. "My name's Butters. It sure is nice to meet you. And, yeah, that's Stan; we went to school together in South Park. Isn't it funny, that we should be goin' to camp together, too? Small world, huh?"

"Well, then you're lucky!" Alex said. "You'll already know someone, so it won't be as weird. Is Butters your real name?"

"No," Butters said. "My real name is Leopold Stotch, but everyone calls me Butters."

No, he had no idea why.

No one knew why.

"Okay," Alex said. "Butters. Nice to meet you.

"So, uh, Alex," Butters tilted his head thoughtfully, "if your dad doesn't ever ground you or nothing, then why are you coming to Fandom High?"

"Because I got way behind in school in New York." And shamed his father with so many truancy notices, but that was beside the point. "And besides, he thought this school was more suited to me than the schools in New York." They just feared being blown up when they had to educate a powered child.

"What made it more suitable?" Butters asked. "Was he worried about you rollin' with gangs? Blood and crips? Big pimpin'? Spendin' Gs?"

Butters, clearly, was so gangster.

"You know what I am saying?"

"No," Alex admitted. "Was that in English?"

"But I'm kind of, um. Going into the family business? So I don't need things like how to diagram a sentence so much as...practical stuff." Was that vague enough? It kind of made him sound like he was in the mob. Well, he kind of was.

"You mean like carpentry or coal mining or pantry organization?"

"Sort of like that," Alex said slowly. "Only not really."

"Well," said Butters, folding his arms in front of him expectantly, "like what then?"

"Like I'm not supposed to talk about it. It's not illegal or anything," and technically his dad hadn't said he was supposed to not talk about it. He just didn't think it was very prudent to run around telling people he was the god of fear, especially before he'd even gotten to the school.

"Well, why aren't you supposed to talk about it?" Butters inquired innocently.

"Because you wouldn't believe me. Or you'd think I was bragging. Or you'd be scared of me."

That last one was especially totally reasonable.

There was a slight, suspicious pause there, as Butters eyed Alex carefully.

He was pretty sure there was nothing Alex could say that would be any more unbelievable, bragging, or scary as anything he would hear from Eric Cartman.

"Try me."

"Okay. I'm the god of fear."

"Heh."

It started out as a little laugh, and then, as Butters thought about it, it began to build, into a little chuckle, until, finally, Butters really was outright laughing.

"Yeah, okay, sure, Alex," he said. "And Stan's the reincarnation of L. Ron Hubbard."

And then something seemed to strike Butters, and he stopped.

"Oh, wait. He was. But, still, Alex, why, you're not that scary at all! You just seem like...well, like any other old normal kid."

Alex had a couple of options here. He could turn on the creep-factor. Or he could do what he did: smile and say, "Well, I am. But I'm also Phobos," while using his powers to investigate what Butters was afraid of.

Not that it would be hard; the grounding thing was pretty obvious even without his powers.

But the powers did add the rather lovely image of how Butters truly saw his father (http://southparkstudios.mtvnimages.com/images/shows/southpark/vertical_video/import/season_11/sp_1112_04_m4.jpg?width=200).

Also, a sudden blip of Paris Hilton (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7KNa4MQ6aU/TP6q1vdgkwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/eP_F4A-h76o/s1600/paris-hilton-south-park-704946.jpg).

"But I thought you were Alex."

"I'm both." Inspiration struck. "Like you're Leopold Stotch and Butters."

This kid was so weird, but then, fears often were.

Okay, that certainly did put it into perspective a little bit more.

"I still don't think you're that scary," said Butters, who sounded pretty okay with that.

Especially since Alex's powers might also be giving him whiffs of Eric Cartman, who could make Hitler look like Gandhi.

"I'm not trying to be scary." Butters really didn't want him to try to be scary. "Yet."

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