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Niola lowered her head, the fight still continuing, like nothing had happened. Red carnations spilled across the ground, increasing with each swing by Cyr. As Niola watched, a victorious hit scored by Cyr appeared to end things, yet the kid did not give up. Suddenly, a wild fit of sadistic laughter at his own pain echoed all around them. Anyonw who could chuckle in such an uncontrolled, malicious way had to be up to something. After all, he did not have the demeanor of a coward, yet neither did Cyr. In fact, he seemed more engulfed in the idea of ending the child's life. However, no matter how much Cyr tried to frighten the kid, he just kept laughing. It began to tick Niola off, yet she knew this fight was between Cyr and the ice-user.

"If Cyr wasn't so serius about this hyena, I'd blow him away and send him to his grave," Niola pouted, keeping away at a safe distance so Cyr would not worry as much. "It seems the more he is attacked, the more humor the situation gets. Does the psychotic brat want to be killed, or does he think being injured is a humorous game?"

Walking briskly to a dense thicket nearby, Niola continued to observe the fight. Something peculiar seemed to be occuring with Cyr, his eyes blood red and a wind created by his telekinesis powers seemed to surround his entire frame, like an invisible outline of power. If one were not careful, they would consider Cyr as a genuine wind user who just took the fight seriously. Of course, the boy still did not want to take the battle earnestly enough. Then something terrible wormed its way inside Cyr and took away his consciousness. This startled Niola, for the battle was not over. Biting her lip, Niola raced over to Cyr's motionless body and released a strong gust of wind to ward off the child.

"Tell me, what is your name?!" Niola bellowed over the raging wind, trying to keep her powers in a controlled manner. "I can call you a lot of things, but it would be nice to know yours. As for mine, my name happens to be Nicole."

She knew it would not be wise to use her actual name, in case the child just laughed in her face and ran off. Still, Niola hoped it was enough to receive some kind of name from him. In the meantime, Niola concentrated deeply and created a bridge of wind around the boy. Once two sides of wind existed on either side of him, Niola curved the wind inward on both ends, forming a complete oval. The cycling wind blended almost perfectly with the outer air, making it almost unnoticeable. However, as soon as the child tried to escape, Niola could easily speed up the barrier and trap him inside. Niola was wise enough to keep Cyr and herself out of the loop, the wind branching away from her a few feet and into the spiralling ellipse.

"I don't want to waste too much energy right away, so this will have to do for now!"

((OOC: I did not want to manipulate your NPC, so I tried to do something that would cause the kid to react without forcing him to do a specific thing. :/ ))

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kain222

(( I know you're a good enough RPer to pull off the kid's phsycotic and teasing manner, you can use him too, Lokuri. Though... I'll prolly kill him in this post :P))

Cyr tossed lightly in his sleep, as if trying to ward somthing off. His body twitching lightly, his eyes lightly closed. He looked allmost like a sleeping child having a nightmare, some inner conflict going on.

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Cyr stood there, everywhere was black - yet he could still see his own hands. He looked down at them, blinking. The blood was still dripping from his arm. Was he dead? Dieing, maybe? No. This was different, he couldn't... He couldn't die yet. The thought of Niola being torn apart by that ice user caused him to try and fight the sleep that was pulling him under. However, he failed. Dropping backwards, falling... Falling, his heartbeat beggining to die out...

This.... Was death...? He thought, a bitter chuckle resounding from his motionless body. After all this shit, i'm killed by a infant?

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Cyr growled suddenly. Forcefully pulling himself out of the consciousness. He suddenly coughed up black blood. Alot of it, too. As his body convulsed on the ground, rejecting the poisionous matter.

He stopped, breathing heavily, his mind was hazy... He couldn't... Think, thoguht it was slowly coming back to him. He looked up at Niola and smiled, greatfull that she was managing to keep the ice-user at bay, he stood up. The wind flowing around him brushing his face.

He held out a hand, a small and telepathic grip around the boy's neck ensuing. "You're going to tell me. Where your leader is, or I swear to god, I will break your neck." He stated, more than threataned.

The boy coughed lightly, "I ain't tellin' ya! Go on, kill me! Kill a child ya lanky shit! Let's see ya' do it! Let's see if ya' got the guts!"

Cyr's face turned blank, devoid of most expression as the boy's words were cut off by a sickening crack as his neck broke. Blood dripping from his mouth as he allowed the boy's lifeless corpse to drop to the ground.

Cyr shook his head bitterly, the guilt of what he had just done seeming to be gnawing at him. "We should head back to the center, Niola." He said in a low, guilt filled tone.

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DeathByPumpkins

((Holy crap, I haven't posted in forever. I'll post later because what's going on with Siberius right nowhas nothing to do with you guys, so I don't really need a recap on what's going on.))

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snowgirl1235

((yea and im waiting for jack to agree on what we should do about our pasts. do you guys have any suggestions?))

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Jackarhius

((Do the bit where we both get taken away first.))

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Arri

((are you guys still heading to the academy or something? I need -some- way to get nel caught up with everyone instead of being emo after what happened with her and dzi :P))

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lokuri

Niola's golden hues gazed downward at Cyr, his body wavering a bit in his sleep. At first, she thought he had awakened, but the flickering of his closed eyelids revealed that he was still asleep...a sleep filled with a darkness that seemed to be eating away at him. Inaudible words escaped his lips every now and then, causing her to worry. Then, his body went limb and his pulse decreased to a dangerous level. Panic struck Niola like a speeding bus that had just collided into her, and she began pounding on his chest. When she realized that she knew nothing about saving a dying person, Niola stopped and covered her mouth. Even though Cyr's body grew a little colder by the second, Niola could have sworn she heard him laugh. Eyes filling with tears, Niola studied his face. Suddenly, liquid diamonds splashed upon his cheek, and Niola instinctively put a hand to her own cheek; remnants of tears stuck to her fingers as she did so.

"Heh-heh; I...I can't believe...I'm......crying," Niola spoke quietly into the quilt of wind around her. "Cyr, please don't...you can't die just yet!"

As though some almighty being granted her wish from the heavens, Cyr started to regain consciousness. Before Niola could sigh with relief, though, tons of blood poured out from Cyr's mouth and to the ground. Despite how much of the crimson liquid that existed in a large puddle around him, Cyr merely grinned at her gratefully and stood up, facing the unruly child. Oddly enough, the boy had been smart enough to not try and escape his imprisonment, yet not wise enough to back off of Cyr. In fact, he taunted Cyr, egging him on to kill him.

What came next absolutely shocked Niola; Cyr tightened his fingers into a fist, shattering the structure of the child's neck, thus resulting in his gruesome death. Niola did not know what was more frightening: the emotionless feature upon Cyr's face as he dealt the final blow, or the creepy smile still upon the bloody head of the boy. Unable to bear it, Niola sprinted off to the thicket she had been hiding in earlier and took in deep, controlled breaths; it took all of her will power to prevent herself from puking.

"A-al--r-right...l-let...s -- go," Niola stummered, still queezy from what she just witnessed.

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kain222

Cyr sighed, jogging off in the direction of the academy, not sprinting as he looked pale as a ghost after rejecting the black blood. He sighed, then looked to niola. Stopping, taking in deep, tired breaths.

"I don't feel good..." He said, he was feeling nauseous, but it was lesser than before. He suddenly slumped to the ground. Shaking his head and coughing weakly. "Niola... were you actually... Crying, for me?" He asked awkwardly, looking sideways.

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Arri

Nel sat quietly in the impact the fireball from the cloaked man made, thinking of a lot of things, though the most important thought in her mind was: What should I do now?

If Dzi really had sacrificed himself to save her, as she believed, then she was sure that he wouldn't want her to feel sorry for herself the rest of her life. Alright...I'm going to the academy. "Come on...Move.." she said quietly to herself as she forced herself up. "If he really is dead...Then whoever is in charge will pay. I can't forgive those who hurt my friends!" she said out loud, her words filled with anger, though she knew nobody could hear her, and then she rushed off toward the ruins of the Academy.

((as like last time, if kain or lokuri are also heading to the academy, I'm allowing them to introduce my character meeting up with them, or whatever. You could even have the three ambushed, and pick a specific person for Nel to fight, if you want, though absolute control lies with me, of course.

I'm just no good at forcing my way into meeting up with others, when I have no clear direction))

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lokuri

((OOC: I am not good with that either, Arri, so let's push it on Kain (sorry xD )!
EDIT: ^Ignore xD (I'm keeping it because it seemed funny to me :/ ) ))

Niola could sense the pain and fatigue rushing down like a rapid waterfall all over Cyr in a never ending cycle. The way he dragged his feet and the intervals where he actually got a chance to breathe before a coughing fit overwhelmed him made it evident that his body was not ready for another battle. This left Niola constantly on guard, making her appear tense and on edge the whole way to the academy. With each movement of a critter or the motion of a clumsy breeze knocking into tree branches, Niola darted her eyes in the direction of the sound, like two ambers seeking the sun's rays of light in the distant sky.

Before Niola knew it, her body was hovering slightly, her feet bouncing on pillows of air in a springy fashion. A bullet of wind instantly sliced in the direction of any noise loud enough to gain Niola's attention, which sometimes resulted in harming innocent little critters. Once, Niola even aimed her thin, yet powerful wind arrows at a fluffy, white rabbit. The poor bunny was not seriusly hurt, but a small cut beneath the rabbit's right ear caused the area to bleed slightly.

"Great, first Cyr breaks the neck of a psychotic brat, and now I'm harming cute, little bunnies," Niola though sarcastically as she tried to cover the wound with a piece of her ruined shirt that was dangling out of her bag. The result was a black bow of sorts, only upside down, instead of on top of the ear. Sighing, Niola watched as the rabbit frantically hopped away.

"Good thing Cyr isn't like one of those 'you-shouldn't-hurt-poor-little-animals' kind of people. Actually, I have to question the range of his heart. While he will do anything for his allies, the death of an enemy does drive him insane. I won't repremand him for slaughtering that chaotic boy, but most people would break down. Is he truly lost, or does he not worry about the death of those that take life for granted, discarding it as though it were trash? Either way, I'm afraid he'll end up like -- wait, can Cyr read minds? I know he can connect minds and implant comments and what-not in them, but I never even considered the reverse. What if he heard everything I just thought?!"

Niola glanced over at Cyr, her eyes widening as he dropped to the ground. Concern overlapping fear, Niola bent to her knees and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked ghastly, like a child that was locked in a dark room for years, only to be released recently and brought before her. It was obviously do to his blood lost, but Cyr appeared almost anemic. Her thoughts were all erased in a moments notice, though, the moment Cyr asked her about whether or not she had cried earlier. Blushing and tilting her head to the sky, as though the solution would fall through the scattered clouds, Niola tried to think of something to say. Obviously, Niola was not the type to immediately blurt out the truth, but she wouldn't instantly deny it either. Instead...

"I thought you were unconscious," Niola begun jokingly, trying to hide the answer by going about it indirectly. "I admit you woke up rather quickly -- which was dangerous, mind you -- but, from where I was watching, you looked completely out of it. I mean...you muttered something about...poison. You should really take better care of your body, Cyr. I don't think Nel will come to our aid any time soon. We might find her at the academy, though! Look, we are almost there! Come on!"

Trying to keep Cyr's mind off of her little "breakdown", Niola glided ahead towards the school.

((OOC: If you want to reply to any of my comments, I can easily show my reactions in the next post (as a sort of flashback or other). Also, Nel, you can either follow a trail of blood leading up to Cyr or collide into the zooming Niola; whichever one, or something completely different. ))

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