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kain222

Cyr frowned... He heard wind... Increasing steadly, he blinked as he saw the events that unfolded... The Wind-child's sudden outburst... A tornado... Heading straight for the academy. He heard a deadly melody, played over and over... It was deadly, yet... sereneley beutifull.

Cyr's eyes suddenly snapped open, he gasped. Realising what was happening - he shot out of the bed, sprinted and leapt from the balcony, gliding to the ground. He had summoned energies inside of him that he didn't even know existed.

Perhaps it was the recent fighting? As if all that combat had unlocked some hidden potential...? Or perhaps, it was because he knew the girl was in trouble. She still reminded him of someone... He couldn't explain it - but he didn't want anything to happen to her.

He quickly sprinted through the main door of the academy, which was barricaded by magic - but Telekenetic magic, so Cyr could easily slip through it and close it on his way out. His eyes widened in fascinated horror at what he saw.

The tornado was heading straight for the school, he stood there, frozen to the spot. The terror was numbing - he couldn't describe it even if he tried. The music, softly passing through his ear as he faced what could be his doom.

He leapt up, flying freeley as he reached a good height, then dived into the eye of the tornado. He stood there, levitating. It was sereneley calm within the wind-like behemoth...

He closed his eyes, and began to focus... Trying desperateley to break the tornado up from the inside, yet his strength was failing him. His abilities falling short. Due to this, he was pulled into the outer sanctum of the tornado, and tossed back into the wall of the school as he failed to keep himself in the eye.

Cyr grunted, slowing down his impact as he moved towards the wall, landing on his feet, looking at the tornado from sideways. He blinked suddenly... His entire world was turning grey...

Not now... Murmered Cyr, as he toppled to the ground which, thankfully, wasn't too far below him.

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Cyr peered around the dreary streets of grey london. A child, he moved towards a playground - despite the weather, grey clouds looming overhead - children were playing happily.

Cyr sat at the edge of the playground, seeming to be pondering somthing as he held a leaf in his hand, he swear he saw it move... He smiled, as a familiar finger prodded him on the shoulder, he looked over - there was the elf Emma, mock-pouting at Cyr.

"Why are you sitting all on ya' lonesome?" The Elf enquired, cocking the wicked, toothy grin that she usually did.

Cyr rolled his eyes, "I just like to be alone." He stated, frowning.

The Elf tugged him lightly on the shoulder, "Oh, c'mooon." She said, as Cyr was relucantly dragged into the midist of the playground...

A fist shuddered into his shoulder as he was smacked against the wall, being held by the scruff of the neck.

"You know we don't want you here." The child said, malice deep within his black eyes.

Cyr mereley looked at him, grunting as a fist smashed into his face, he felt a tooth come loose. He looked up at the bully, grimacing, blood trickling from his mouth as he grasped at his wrist, trying to wrench himself free of his grip.

Another punch thudded into his face, then his stomach, and another... And another... Allways... Pain... Being socially outlawed... He had had enough of it... He had had... Enough...

"Enough!" The child bellowed suddenly, going into a rage and smashing the bully across the face with suprising force, sending the child sprawling back. There was somthing different in his eyes, which were now glowing with a bright blue hue.

He outstretched his hand, and lifted the child up with a telekenetic grip by the throat, and tossed him against the wall. And again. And again. Screaming with rage as the bully was helpless to do anything. Blood dashed on the cracked wall and painfull crys, gurgling as blood filled his throat.

Cyr stepped back as the last breath escaped from the child, the realisation of what he had done, what he had become... Dawning on him, he looked to Emma. Who's face was pale white.

"...H-Holy... Shit... Cyr..." She stuttered, fear in her eyes. She cowered away from him, Cyr outstretched his hand.

"Emma..." He said, his eyes pained and filled with sadness.

"Get away from me!!" She screamed, batting the hand away as she ran.

Cyr was left there as she faded into nothingness, the world around him blended into pitch darkness, emotional pain... He felt his spirit sinking... Police sirens... Flying... Flying... Soaring...

Falling.

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Cyr suddenly grunted as he stood up, letting out a pained roar as he smacked against the wall. Renewed with rage. He grunted, tears rolling down his cheek.

The tornado was getting closer now, Cyr levitated a few feet off the ground, his hair billowing in the wind as he soared infront of the tornado. Gritting his teeth. He was floating there, his eyes that same, blue hue. Glowing, radiance.

Defiance.

He outstretched his hands, and let out a scream. Tears dropping onto his bloodstained shirt. He sent wave after wave of telekenetic energy at the tornado, grunting as he kept on screaming in petrified rage. The Tornado was still spinning furiously, but it was no longer edging towards the school.

Cyr yelled, "I'M NOT LOOSING YOU!", his entire being engulfed with emotional rage. "Not again!"

Emotional rage and insanity.

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snowgirl1235

Tara smiled, as she finally had gotten to use her new sword. Stained with blood, and crackling with electricity, some other student came up behind her, she quickly glanced to her right, and stabbed the person in the chest right as he was about to slash at her head. What the hell is going on around here? she asked herself. She saw Cyr battling some student, and Ben running off with a girl into the woods. "okay.." She still was fighting, so exhausted she didn't know if she could go on. Cyr! she saw him thrashing on the ground, as if he was remembering something, and ran over to him. He was screaming about not losing someone, and Tara asked desperately, "Cyr? are you okay?" What's going on around here?"

lokuri

Niola was lost...hopelessly, remorsefully lost. The world around her was not what it should be. Endless darkness filled her eyes, an unconscious state despite the fact that her eyes were wide open. Still, Niola was able to hear everything around her, as if the wind carried every grimace, ever roar of anger, every cry of pain to her ears. She tried desperately to find the source, but it was impossible. Her golden eyes were painted over with blackness, like a dark shadow hid the previous hue from sight. When she tried to move any part beside her lips, a feeling of utter pain overcame her. It was as though every cut or wound that was dealt to everyone else through her powers was delivered to her as well -- not as badly, but still existing partially on her body, like an unfinished copy of an original artpiece.

"H-help me...some...one...help me...!" The voice came from within her, which meant that she no longer controlled her own lips as well! A feeling of utter uselessness seemed to be overflowing from within her heart, since she was completely unattached to her body. Something else had taken over, covering her eyes, mouth -- everything was cloaked with darkness, aside from her continuously listening ears. That same feeling of regret filled her -- that sensation she got whenever something happened that was outside of her control. This time, however, she was aware of the destruction she envoked. The last time, when she was a child, she had simply awoken to a nightmare -- or was it the other way around? Niola had witnessed a nightmare while she laid "asleep", yet she found out that her dream state dragged itself into reality. Now...now it was completely reality, yet Niola was still half "asleep". Immobilized in a since, like how she was when that old man...

"NO! Why does this keep happening? I know...I know now there really isn't a God, but is there really such beings as Demons? If so, I must be haunted by one...! Perhaps -- if God really does exist -- that is the reason he doesn't look at me...doesn't listen to me..."

Suddenly, the sound of someone in trouble reached her ears. A lot of screams and cries of despair and anguish had travelled to Niola's ears, yet this voice was...familiar. Who could it--

"CYR!"

She knew he could not hear her, aside from her contradicting melody, but it still shocked her that he was now involved. Then again, Niola could of guessed he would interfere. His spirit was strong and relentless, even if it meant dealing extreme wounds to himself. However, something else was different. From the way he charged at her powerful tornados was like he was chasing after someone he deeply cared about; Cyr was seeking someone he knew from long ago, not someone he met recently. Such a realization brought tears to her eyes, but more formed as a sudden blow was dealt to her body. Trying to trace the location, Niola felt it all over her. It was as though someone had attacked her directly, but who?

((OOC: I won't let this event end THAT easily. There's a twist! The tornados are connected to Niola, in a sense. It's draining her energy to release her powers, as well as using her body as a substitute (AKA what is dealt to the tornado is dealt to her). Of course, there is a weak spot: the barrier. If enough energy is blasted into it, Niola will be freed and her beserk mod will go away. ))

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Bloinx

Ben followed Niola, but not too closely. Soon enough he just followed the tornado. He wanted out, first priority. He finally was out of the woods and he could see the school. He saw Cyr laying on the ground and Tara running tword Him. She was close to the tornado. Too close. Ben felt a need to protect her. She was like his little sister. Ben glanced over and saw an ice user with sharp ice-fists running at Tara!

"Tara! Behind you!" Ben sprinted tword the ice user and before he was there he managed to melt the ice. He shot out fireballs at the ice user, something he didn't realize he could do. The boy turned at Ben and he saw the fury in his eyes.

Whoever...Whatever is doing this doesn't deserve to be called human. Ben shot a few more fire bursts at the ice-user and charged a fire-clenched hand at his throat and ripped out the cube. "Tara, are you okay?"

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snowgirl1235

((pshh! little sister!! w/e! im still older by like, 5 months...only in real life tho people.))
Tara shook her head, wide eyed, like a deer caught in headlights, "Yea, i...think i'll be fine. Now what is with all of the weird cubes in people's necks? I mean, when they die, their necks turn black. Cyr, do you know what's going on?"

kain222

(( Cyr's a tad busy, Tara. xD And the only instance in when their necks turn black if the one controling them wants them to die: IE: if they're forced into giving information. ))

Cyr grunted, trying desperateley to hold off the whirlwind in his telekenetic rage, still hovering off the ground. Debree from the school was now flowing around him due to the force, his hands literally becoming enveloped in the energy as he screamed.

He continued to try and break the whirlwind apart, imagining... A crack, in the behemoth's swirling destruction. The crack... widening... widening... His eyes flowing with the energy, he grunted.

"I could use some help here!!!" Screamed Cyr.

He continued tryng to reach out to the girl trapped inside the bubble of wind. "Fight it!" He screamed in her mind, desperateley trying to break the whirlwind apart as the energy was now flowing around him. His body weakening - but his power increasing.

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lokuri

Niola screamed loudly, yet she knew no one could hear her. A larger gash was placed on her body, around the bend of her stomach. Still, despite the fact that Niola was in unimaginable pain, there was nothing she could do. Even if she had been a healer, there was no way for her to reach the sections of her body which ached so badly. Trying to track the cause of her pain, Niola heard the grunts coming from Cyr as he sliced into the largest and main tornado that had been released from her voice, which guided the wind into battle. Tears that could not be shed clung to the inside of Niola's soul. She cursed God, as well as her inefficiency to withstand the subconscious state she now was stuck in.

"I wish...I cah...could......h-h-el-p...th-em...st-...op...this!" Weariness was yanking at Niola, attempting to keep her in a state of slumber. The noises she heard so clearly before were now blurring, and Cyr sounded somewhat muffled. A slight smile tried to form on Niola's lips, yet she knew it was futile.

"...Pathetic..."

Suddenly, the sound of Cyr's voice grew louder, and a message was given to her. Although she could not respond, Niola felt grateful that he was trying to rescue her. At the same time, her mind wondered if he mistook her for someone else. After all, no one would try so hard on their own to save someone that might have killed so many. Still, the barrier which kept her hostage was breaking, and Niola could sense freedom coming. At the same time, her wounds were growing worse and worse...

((OOC: Attack the barrier, not the tornado! ._. I know I said I wanted to present a challange, but I do not want my character to die in the process! ;-;
EDIT: Oh...you were...))

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kain222

(( To be honest, Cyr proberly couldn't move at this moment without getting wtfowned by the tornado. He'll just have to break through it. YAAAAAAAY! ))

Cyr grunted, letting out a massive yell as the tornado, gradually, started to split apart. He saw the wind-child through the split, unconscious. She seemed peacefull, serene, but one reading of her mind and he could see she was in unimagineable anguish.

Cyr wanted to reach out to her, comfort her. His body overflowed with raw emotion he had been keeping inside. Then he realised somthing... He wasn't trying so hard to save her because he saw Emma in her... All this time, he had an inkling inside of him about her...

He was trying to save her because, gender and age aside - inside of her, he saw himself.

He sent a burst of telekenetic energy through the whirlwind, headed straight to the wind child to try and break through the barrier, Cyr screamed in pain with the effort. His head hurt, feeling himself becoming numb as he allmost hung there, his trenchcoat and hair flowing freeley in the wind.

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Bloinx

"Gotcha Cyr!" Ben jumped, fire propelling him upward. He saw that Cyr made a gap in the tornado, but the girl was in a barrier. Ben needed to break that open. He poured all of his energy into cracking that barrier

"GAHHHHHH!!!" Ben wanted to fall, almost wanting to die. But he couldn't let all of these people die. All of his new friends, all of...his old. His body had no power left, his mind his only source. Niola....Siberius...Cyr...Tara. He held on to that thought, everything else draining with his strength. This is for you guys!

Ben felt the crack push a little bit more, but he was exhausted. The feeling came back to him, his body saying, Just fall, there's nothing else you can do.. His mind calling back NO! I'm not abandoning all of my friends, not without avenging my father!
"Tara! Siberius! Someone! HELP!"

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lokuri

((OOC: Okay, I'm confused, so I'll repeat this: by destroying the tornado, you might just (or nearly) kill Niola, but by breaking the wind barrier (which is not the tornado), Niola can be saved. ))

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