"Do you know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed." O/O (very much so closed, but you can stalk)

Mason stifled a laugh. “You shouldn’t. Do the project, I mean.”
He smiled, glancing from her to the buildings as they walked.
“Honestly, I’d love to see his reaction, too,” he said.
Mason didn’t know Tyson very well. I mean, sure, they had passed in the halls and nodded in each other’s general direction, but Mason did that with everyone. Based on what Mason had heard, Tyson was moderately full of himself— a quality Mason himself never even dreamed of possessing. Yes, he thought he was powerful, but not to the degree of bragging rights.
“What class is your project in?” he asked. “Yeah, I don’t go to class, but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
He looked over, putting his hands behind his back.
“I could offer help, if you needed it.”

Mason laughed. “It’s alright. Sometimes we have feuds like family.”
He shook his head. Currently, he wasn’t having the best relationship with the headmaster. He had asked to leave, and with previously failed attempts, to no surprise the headmaster had again said no. Without even a reason.
When Mason had pushed him to figure out said reason, he may have not done it in the most respectful way. But who could blame him? He was curious and frustrated. A terrible combination.
So now, for roughly two weeks, he had stayed quiet and steered clear of the high faculty.
“And sure. I don’t have home ec, but I’ll help in whatever way I can,” he said. “Also, if you want… I can help you prank Tyson. He doesn’t know me very well, and I could tell him the teacher kicked him from the class.”

“Dang, I wanted the fall,” he said sarcastically. But… it wasn’t all a lie. If he could piss off the headmaster more, it’d just be fun from now on.
“But, yeah,” Mason muttered. “I just simply tell Tyson the teacher kicked him from the class. He doesn’t show up— you get all the credit. When he figures out what the heck happened, his grade will have already dropped.”
Mason took one of his hands from behind him, holding up the gauntlet. Instantly, a blade shot from his palm.
“Or, you know, I could just cut Icarus’ wings,” he said with a mischievous grin. “Aka, I ‘accidentally’ cut the drawstring to his pants in the middle of the courtyard. Whichever you prefer.”
Mason wasn’t too worried about starting fights or making people mad. He had always found a way out of conflict. Which was odd, since he found himself at the outskirts of it relatively often. The only person he had to fear was the headmaster. And, frankly, Mason found the man extremely unthreatening by his standards.

Mason held out his hands defensively, the blade retreating back into his palm.
“That— that’s not what I meant,” he said with a nervous laugh. “No, I’d never— no. It was just a figure of speech, sorry.”
He smiled sheepishly, a hand going to the back of his neck in embarrassment.
You idiot, he thought to himself. Way to go— she probably thinks you’re a stone-cold criminal now.
Mason mentally waved away the thoughts. His face flushed and he had to keep all of his focus on not generating a blade due to the sudden burst of involuntary emotions.
“First plan it is, then?”

(It’s alright, don’t worry!)

Mason gave a slight smirk.
“I do have his number, but what fun is that?”
He glanced over at Mavi, then looked away just as quickly.
“I say we break in,” he said. Although, even the thought of seeing the headmaster again made the blades beneath his skin grow hot. His heart beat faster even thinking about it.
Though, how believable would it be for Mason to just call Tyson personally? Even if the boy did think Mason was the headmaster’s son. But, for the sake of the prank— or more accurately, for the sake of Mavi— he’d have to suck it up and sneak into the office. Because who knows? He might not even have to see the headmaster anyway.
With the change of plans, Mason turned his direction of walking, heading straight for the back of the main office’s building. He smiled back at the girl, trying his best to look care-free.
“You coming?” he asked.

Mason smiled, holding up a fist as he carefully opened the back door. He casually strolled into the office, stuffing his hands in his pockets soon after. He nodded to each one of the staff members they passed, all of his focus on calming his own heart.
He slithered down the burgundy hallways, being as quiet as he could so he could hear if anyone was approaching. He stuck close to the walls, so he could make any sharp turn he had to. Occasionally peeking over to see if Mavi was following, they soon reached the elegant wooden double doors to the headmaster’s office. Mason put his ear up to the door, waited a while, then peeked in slightly.
Empty. Perfect.
He opened the door just a crack, slipping in and holding it for Mavi as well. After she entered, he shut it softly.
“So, you want me to do the talking, and you start watch?” he asked quietly. “Sound like a plan?”

Mason reached a hand in the desk’s drawer, taking out a massive book of student information. He flipped through it carelessly, looking like he knew exactly what he was doing. Which, in all honesty, he did. This was just another day.
He nodded to himself as his finger skimmed over Tyson’s name and number. He gingerly typed it into the phone mounted on the headmaster’s desk, holding the phone to his ear.
He calmed the beating of his heart as the phone began to ring, the wire bouncing quietly off his gauntlet.
“Hello, yes, Tyson?” Mason asked, making his voice much lower. For some reason it worked. He was good at forgery and mimicry, oddly enough.
“Yes. The home ec professor wanted me to relay to you the fact that you have been withdrawn from the class, due to lack of participation. I hope you can understand our reasoning and you can schedule a meeting with the Headmaster to go over a new schedule. I can set you up a time next week.”
He paused for a moment, listening.
“Me? I’m the Headmaster’s assistant. Professor… Pen… dleton. Pendleton. No— No, I’m new. — Yes. Ok. — Will do. Thank you Tyson. See you Monday.”
He quickly hung up the phone, looking over at Mavi with a wide grin and giving two over-exaggerated thumbs up.

(I dunno, it’s your choice. Possibly you because there will be more back and forth dialogue with him and Mason? I wouldn’t want to write a whole passage without really including you too)

Mason instantly covered his mouth and nose with his shirt. He bounded over to Mavi as quickly as possible, resting a hand on her shoulder and holding his breath.
“Mavi,” he said, his voice calm and collected. He turned so he could see her eyes, forcing her to look at him.
“Hey,” he began. “Hey, it’s okay. Alright? I’ll get us out of this. The best thing you can do right now is to calm down. It’s okay.”
The voices were louder now, as were the footsteps. But Mason wasn’t worried. If anything, he was dreading this. He’d avoided the Headmaster for a couple weeks now, and he was going to keep that streak building. Unfortunately, looked like it would have to end very soon.
His hand was still on Mavi’s shoulder, the slow burning from her power rising within him.

“I was just looking for a copy of my schedule,” Mason muttered, maintaining perfect eye contact with the Headmaster. His voice was lower than usual, and his entire “rebel” demeanor was shining through clear as day.
Before the Headmaster could reply, Mason held up a folded piece of paper. Which actually had his schedule printed on it. He had no clue why it had been in his pocket today— perhaps he had left it in these pants for a while now— but it came in handy.
“Found it,” he grumbled, unblinking. “Mavi helped me.”
He slowly took his hand from Mavi’s shoulder, putting it in his other pocket and still holding the folded paper within his two other fingers. His face showed no emotion, his voice completely monotone.
He slowly began to walk out, brushing past the Headmaster and motioning for Mavi to follow. He seemed calm— almost too calm— to the point it was unsettling.
“Have a nice day, sir,” Mason uttered under his breath, not mocking, yet not a necessarily nice tone.

Mason nodded, unsmiling.
“I’m fine,” he said, though his voice was softer. He walked through the office doors, ending back up in the courtyard.
“Thanks for having my back there,” he mumbled, rolling his shoulders with a sigh. “He’s… tough to convince. Probably didn’t believe me. But you won’t be the one punished. I will.”
He took a breath, holding it in for a moment before exhaling and closing his eyes as they walked.
“Don’t worry,” he continued. “About you or me. This is a normal occasion.”
He raised an eyebrow, cracking a small smile and flicking his eyes up to her.
“In the end we totally got Tyson, eh?” he laughed. “Mission accomplished.”

Mason shrugged, brushing the hair from his eyes and holding his smile, though he turned his attention back forward.
“It was nothing, really,” he began, retiring his arm to the position propped behind his back. “And, if you ever need anything like this done again, give me a call.”
He paused, glancing over to her for a moment before looking back. He continued to walk, his footsteps like a metronome to his words. He didn’t really have a destination at the moment— just anywhere away from the main office.
“But pulling stuff like this is a dangerous hobby,” he laughed. “So maybe you getting hooked on the ‘thrill’ isn’t the best idea.”
He held up fingers as he said the word, air-quoting. Honestly, with powers like theirs, a prank call was the most tame thing they could pull.

Mason flipped his phone out, raising an eyebrow. This almost never happened to him. Actually, he was sure of it. He didn’t have a single girls’ number. Heck, the only one he did have was the Headmaster’s, and lord knows he never gave him a call.
“S-sure,” he replied, handing it over. He hoped his face didn’t look as red as it felt, but it probably was. He kept up his fiddling with the wire on his gauntlet, taking a deep breath.
It was later now, but not by much. The afternoon sun shone down on the both of them harshly, yet the air was still cool. It felt nice as he breathed it in, holding it and savoring it for a moment before exhaling again.
He glanced over to her, holding the phone out and holding up his empty hand so he could take hers.

Mason gave a laugh.
“Totally,” he replied, giving her her own phone back. He exchanged the two, putting his own back into his front pocket. He kept his motion, sinking his hands there as well.
He knew Mavi had a tracker, as did he. Though, the school was more like a house to him, so he didn’t necessarily see it as “prison.” He wondered if she felt the same, actually coming from a real family. Mason had no clue where he was from. If they were ill-intentioned or not. Certainly the way he was being raised now was not in his favor. Having the Headmaster regulate each step he took and proceeding to judge him for it was not necessarily his preference.
“And, yeah, it has been fun,” he continued, rocking back on his feet. “I haven’t done something like this in a while.”

Mason nodded, scuffing his shoe on the ground as he rocked. The bright sun illuminated them both, almost giving each of them a sort of angelic backlight.
“Same here. We could go back to the common room. You know… to avoid curfew,” he suggested, knowing full-well there’d probably be other people. Though, he liked that place. It was a nice big living-room sort of place in between the girls’ and boys’ dorms. There were few games set up, but it vaguely just reminded Mason of an old wizard movie he used to watch.
He looked over at Mavi, raising his eyes up and giving a slight smile.

“I was just thinking ping-pong, but in that case—,” he began, but instantly took off, running down the courtyard and looking back over his shoulder to see her expression.
Mavi at least seemed athletic, so he wasn’t very confident. Sure, Mason looked fit, but he couldn’t run well to save his life. Cardio sucked for him, but if you needed something done with powers, that was his specialty. His talents lied elsewhere, so he was happy he got a head start. Although some might consider it cheating, Mason denied it.
It was called strategy. Not cheating.

“You coming?” he called back over his shoulder, giving a smile. Halfway through the courtyard and headed off to the dorms, he was only a few yard in front. She’d likely catch up to him in no time, but at least it was fun to taunt.