Oslo lay in the grass, allowing it to wrap around him. He sat up slowly and sighed even slower. He stood up and spread his arms, letting the sun contact as much of his body as possible. He turned his head up towards the sky and yawned. He trudged his way over to the nearest tree. He wrapped his arms around the tree and closed his eyes. The tree started to creak as the leaves rustled. The tree rotated from the ends of the branches all the way down to the base of the trunk. Oslo felt asleep and the branches of the tree held him and lowered him gently. The tree returned to its perfectly pruned and shaped position. The unconscious teen kept his eyes closed even as he heard footsteps approach. He turned his head and opened his eyes slowly and simultaneously to see someone approaching...

Victor strolled through the courtyard, feeling the sun beating down on his back. It was a cool day, but his black clothing attracted heat and made it slightly uncomfortable. Oh well. Victor wasn't going to sacrifice his style for comfort -- he had to look neat and suave, a ready heartbreaker.

Speaking of heart breaking, Victor was looking around to find a new girl to woo, to prey on. His new roommate was a bit of a nonstarter, so he needed someone else to toy with. Nobody seemed to be out today, though. It was just before the beginning of term and most students hadn't arrived yet.

With a sigh, Victor collapsed beneath a tree. Quite suddenly, he felt the tree stirring and looked beside him to see a boy observing him through half-closed eyes. Victor jumped, though he quickly recovered himself and an expression halfway between a smirk and a sneer fluttered onto his lips. "Another student, I suppose," he remarked somewhat disdainfully.

        Oslo thought he heard the passing stranger snort under his breath. The somewhat snooty air around the other student was just a major turn-on for Oslo. He sprung up and began to walk alongside his new love. They both kept walking until Oslo finally broke the silence,

        "I've got a Wii back at my dorm. If you want, we can go hit around a couple balls. Y'know, 'baseball'."

Oslo tilted his head forward, smiled without opening his mouth, and awaited a response 

Victor cocked an eyebrow at the boy, who had sprung up and begun to follow him on his little sabbatical. the boy made some comment about going back to his dorm and playing with a Wii and... balls? It tooks some effort for Victor not to snort outright, instead turning to the boy, setting his face completely blank.

"You seem like you're really into baseball, but I just don't swing that way," replied Victor coolly, just a bit of pride settling in his mind at the comeback, much more coherent than the original, nonsensical remark from the other boy. "I'm Victor, by the way," he said, condescension threading his voice. "And you are...?"

        Oslo's heartbeat accelerated after every single word of the feisty boy's reply. He was in it for the chase and knew that Victor would be the prime candidate as his prey.

"Oslo's m'name, and swingin's m'game," Oslo mimed that classic fedora tip as he slightly bowed.

The truth was that Oslo was not lying about his Wii or his desire to play it. He was an expert in every game from Wii sports to Mariokart to Super Smash Bros. Brawl. 

Oslo yawned again and stopped walking. He concentrated and let the grass grow around his feet. He could tell that Victor was not impressed.

Victor rolled his eyes at the boy -- Oslo's -- introduction. The invisible hat tip was cheesy, and he was still trying to go off his awful... was it really a pick up line? Did it even qualify? It was cheesy, sure, but there wasn't anything clever about it and it had been pulled off rather awkwardly. Oslo probably would have had a better chance if he had even just rolled a potato with his phone number towards Victor.

Abruptly, Oslo stopped walking. Victor paused and turned to him, once again raising his eyebrow. What on earth was he doing? Then, Victor noticed the grass around the boy's feet curling upwards as it grew rapidly. Plant control. Boring. He quickly focused on the boy's mind, making him see the grass shrivel and die as the sky turned grey. Leaves blackened and fell from the in-reality perfect trees, though they now appeared gnarled and stunted. "I think you'll find I have a bit of a black thumb," said Victor with a smirk.

        Oslo was appalled. He quickly turned his head towards Victor and made his most sexy yet angry and most angry yet sexy face at him.

        "How... How dare you!" 

        He shook his head and pulsed life back into the grass. Oslo knew exactly what he was going to do. He walked in a circle around Victor, tapping his foot on the ground every meter or so. He stopped and grinned an evil grin. He chortled sexily and said in a manly tone,

        "Alright, I'm done farting around,"

        The ground suddenly opened up, releasing a puff of hot air. The pungent odor spread fast, and the methane pocket continued to release it. It was hard for Oslo to keep from recoiling, so he could not imagine Victor's reaction when the odor reached his perfectly chiseled nostrils.

Victor wrinkled his nose for the slightest of moments as some sort of gas came from the ground. What on Earth was that? He closed his eyes briefly. It smelled like... flowers. Yes, that was it, flowers. But only for Victor. Oslo would have to suffer with whatever the hell that godawful gas he'd just summoned was. "Was that supposed to faze me?" he said, tilting his head slightly with a blink. "I can do much worse."

His previous perception alteration was still standing. What could he do next to terrify the boy? He seemed to like plants... there was one thing he could do. Victor focused on a spot in the brown-looking grass, twisting a single blade up into a long, thick vine. Oslo would feel it coiling around him, squeezing, lifting him from the ground... and then pain. And all while Victor saw him struggling, still on the ground, still standing, untouched by anything but Victor's magic in his brain.