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London WIP: Kael Ryusei
By: Raven Tepes Date: December 17, 2025, 9:39 pm
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“Science is my favorite kind of magic, the kind you can actually
learn, test, and share. Every day at school feels like opening a
new playbook for the universe, where equations explain the stars
and experiments turn questions into answers. I like knowing that
if I stay curious and keep studying, I can understand how the
world works and maybe even make it better. Soccer teaches me
teamwork and grit, but school teaches me why things move, grow,
and change. To me, that makes science class the best field I’ve
ever played on.”
~ Kael Ryusei
“Soccer isn’t always clean or gentle, and that’s exactly why I
love it. When the field gets rough and opponents push back, it
reminds me that I’m stronger than I think and faster than my
doubts. Every scrape, every hard tackle, every breathless sprint
is proof that I’m alive and giving everything I’ve got. Win or
lose, I walk off the field knowing I earned every inch of grass
under my cleats.”
~ Kael Ryusei
“I was thirteen when I learned anger could be more than noise in
my chest. I’d stayed quiet, watched a bully tear into someone
smaller, telling myself to keep my head down. Then something
snapped, like a breaker flipping inside me. The air cr@ckled, my
hands burned cold and hot at the same time, and red lightning
spilled out like it had been waiting for permission. I didn’t
throw it to hurt anyone, I threw it to make him stop. That was
the day I realized power isn’t about dominating others. It’s
about standing up when no one else can.”
~ Kael Ryusei
Kael: Mr. Smythe, if you’re using the standard Alcubierre
framework, your energy density term is way too conservative.
You’re assuming uniform compression.
Mr. Smythe: Careful, Ryusei. That framework exists because it
keeps spacetime from folding itself like a bad exam paper.
Conservation laws still matter.
Kael: Totally, but hear me out. If the field gradient oscillates
instead of staying static, you can reduce the negative energy
requirement. It’s like pulsing a sprint instead of running flat
out.
Mr. Smythe: Comparing relativistic physics to soccer
conditioning now, are we?
Kael: It works. Short bursts, better control, less burnout. If
the warp bubble breathes, the equation should include a harmonic
term. Right here. He points at the notebook. See? The curvature
stabilizes instead of spiking.
Mr. Smythe: Hm. That would imply the driver responds dynamically
to local spacetime resistance.
Kael: Exactly! Like traction on wet turf. You don’t fight it,
you adjust.
Mr. Smythe: I dislike how much sense that makes. You’re
suggesting the driver behaves less like an engine and more like
a nervous system.
Kael: Science likes living systems. They adapt. Static equations
just panic and explode.
Mr. Smythe: A bold accusation against mathematics, but I’ll
allow it. If your model holds, it could cut the energy cost by
half.
Kael: So I’m not crazy?
Mr. Smythe: You’re a teenager proposing a safer warp driver
during lunch break. The jury is still out. But you’re asking the
right questions.
Kael: I’ll take that as a win.
Mr. Smythe: Bring me a full derivation tomorrow. And Kael?
Kael: Yeah?
Mr. Smythe: Try not to accidentally invent faster-than-light
travel before finals.
Kael: No promises, sir.
Mr. Bolstien: Alright, Ryusei, big game tomorrow. Their defense
is aggressive. They’re going to try to bully their way through
midfield.
Kael: Figures. They play like every tackle’s a statement. But
they overcommit when they press.
Mr. Bolstien: You saw that too, huh? Leaves their right side
open, but only for a second.
Kael: A second’s enough. If we fake the drive down the middle,
pull their center backs in, then switch wide fast. One touch. No
hesitation.
Mr. Bolstien: That’s risky. One bad pass and they counter hard.
Kael: I know. But if I drop back just a step, I can draw their
captain toward me. He hates giving space. Once he bites, I
release it to Marco on the wing.
Mr. Bolstien: And you don’t chase the ball?
Kael: No. I cut diagonally into the box. Everyone expects me to
keep distributing. They won’t see the run.
Mr. Bolstien: You’re turning yourself into the decoy and the
finisher.
Kael: Yeah. Like setting up a circuit. You route the energy
right, it flows exactly where you want.
Mr. Bolstien: Always science with you. But I like it. It
punishes their aggression instead of matching it.
Kael: Bullies hate that. When their strength works against them.
Mr. Bolstien: You confident you can thread that pass under
pressure?
Kael: I’ve taken harder hits than that and kept my feet. I won’t
force it. If the lane’s not there, we reset and try again.
Mr. Bolstien: Smart. Controlled, not reckless. Alright, we run
it in the second half when they’re tired.
Kael: That’s when people stop thinking and start reacting.
Mr. Bolstien: And that’s when games are won. Get some rest,
Ryusei.
Kael: Tomorrow, we light up the scoreboard.
Bully: He shoulder-checks Kael hard. Stay down, pretty boy. This
field isn’t your science fair.
Kael: He grits his teeth, regains balance. You’re late. And
sloppy.
Bully: Funny. Let’s see how funny you are limping off. His
cleats rake close, just shy of a stomp.
Kael: That’s your third foul you didn’t get called. You really
want the ref watching you this close?
Bully: I want you out of the game. He shoves again as the ball
rolls free.
Kael: He snaps back, eyes sharp. You think hurting people makes
you strong?
Bully: It wins games.
Kael: No. It just shows you can’t keep up.
The ball comes back toward Kael. The bully lunges, going high
and reckless.
Bully: Night night—
Kael: He plants his foot, pivots at the last second. Wrong
angle.
The bully stumbles past, nearly colliding with another player.
Bully: You little—
Kael: Low, controlled, electric intensity humming under his
skin. You’ve been chasing me all game, and you still haven’t
figured it out. I don’t break when you hit me.
Bully: I’ll make you.
Kael: He taps the ball through the bully’s legs. Try catching me
first. Kael explodes forward, sprinting. The bully claws at his
jersey and misses.
Bully: Get back here!
Kael: Over his shoulder. That’s a foul. And this? He cuts
inside, defender sliding too late. That’s skill.
Crowd roars as Kael fires a clean pass, then cuts hard into the
box.
Bully: Furious, chasing. I said you’re not walking off this
field!
Kael: He meets his glare, fearless. You don’t get to decide who
stays standing.cBall returns. Kael strikes. Net snaps.
Ref: GOAL!
The bully skids to a stop, breathing hard.
Kael: He's calm now, eyes steady. Play soccer. Or keep swinging
and watch from the bench. Your move. He turns away as the crowd
chants his name, the bully left staring, exposed under stadium
lights.
Name: Kael Ryusei
Nicknames: K
Age: 16 years old
Species: Psychic Human (Burster)
Gender: Male
Height: 5'09"
Weight: 159 lbs
Organization: Westminster School
~ Rank: Student
Family:
~ Father: Kenzo Ryusei
~ Mother: Isla Ryusei
Abilities:
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