Highest Rank: #144 in Adventure. He was 18-years-old when his father died. He was also 18-years-old when he received his powers, one of which was the ability to manipulate metal.
After running into the city of Politum, Tyzon Foster is kidnapped by...
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The building's abandoned look made me assume that Vernon could not give two craps about the facility and had no purpose for it anymore, but I bet he did not intend for a gang of hooligans to inhabit the place. So I ultimately doubted about the place being as clean as the Langatory train.
As I proceeded to follow the guy from the train with a mind plagued with doubt, I was told that there was a ladder on the side of the track, which was nearest to the building. However, before I descended on the ladder, I was asked to do a chore, which was helping with the rubber mats. It was imperative that we removed those mats from the tracks for it could interfere with the train's 'maglev' technology as said by the teen I was following. I did not argue and spent about twenty minutes sliding these mats to the side where there were no tracks.
Once we were done with the mats, which altogether stretched for more than 800 meters, I was finally allowed to climb down the ladder. As I found the ladder, my eye also caught sight of multiple ropes, poles, and nets, which were all elaborate and different but also dangerous ways to reach the ground. Since we were way above ground, I expected these sorts of methods for climbing or falling down to ground level. I ultimately chose climbing down the ladder, and so did this cyan-haired teen after he found out that there was a gaping hole in the biggest net.
I went down first then he followed. With the guy on top of me, I was discouraged from looking up. We started sliding the mats on opposite ends so a conversation within the last twenty minutes was impossible. While we climbed down, he broke the ice, "There's a lot of things to learn here, kid, and names is a start, I'm Dinch. What's your name?"
"Tyzon, Foster," I replied, then immediately fell silent again. I knew that if I did not continue the conversation in the next few seconds, there was going to be a point of no return where we would both remain awkwardly silent. As I slowly descended down the ladder, while Dinch followed me, being seemingly impatient about my choice to climb down rung by rung instead of sliding down the rails, I seized the opportunity to talk and questioned, "With two train doors, why did you decide to jump onto the rails? Couldn't you have built some kind of a platform on the other side, to have a safer landing?"
"That's a good question for a newcomer, but you see, this ain't our train," he nodded at the Langatory sign. "When owned by Langatory, something as precious as a train is monitored to a T, which means the littlest mistake like opening the wrong doors would cost us. Plus, we only have the technology to hack into the door that is never used on a given rail," he gave me a detailed answer, which lasted until we reached the end of the ladder. Dinch sent his farewells, "You have a cool name, slick, see you 'round," I assumed that his odd comment about my name would somehow be implemented into the future.
Eric was the only person outside of the building, waiting for my imminent arrival. The others that were on the train were all gone, as they were probably inside the building. Eric rushed to mock me, "I told you I'd see you on the ground."
