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Caliandra

She leans against the wall, looking down at the floor. She wanted to make friends but no one would talk to her. She slides down and sits. She starts thinking about a way to approach someone sence she never has before.

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lokuri

Niola could no longer take the loud noise that was all around her. The images of everyone around her began to blur together and a surreal feeling engulfed her. It felt like her breathe was being pressured by some unseen force, and her consciousness was wavering. If she did not get out of the room immediately, Niola would undoubtably faint. A case of claustrophobia was all it was, as well as being trapped within a swarm of unidentifiable people. In her eyes, every single one of them bore the same, blurred face of their partner. They also seemed to be swaying...left...right...left...right...it was too much! Before Niola could help it, her body tilted forward, only to fall backwards against a wall.
******Flashback/Dream******

A small child of eight stood on a wooden stage, gazing eagerly at the faces in the crowd. They were all cheering and laughing, as though a festival was occuring. The little girl's light brown hair seemed to follow everyone's mood, for it was shaking and swivering in an unseen wind. For a moment, utter silence filled the air as the child stepped forward and hid her eyes from view. Then, she revealed her big, golden eyes towards the crowd; they were filled with determination and a new will to carry out her mission for the day. A black mic was gripped in her tiny fingers, ready to amplify her magnificent voice.

In the distance,
I can hear you calling,
Somewhere in my mind,
I know your here,
Yet when I run to you,
I find nothing,
All that's ever left is
Air...

Why can't you see me crying,
Why can't you hold me near,
When will this pain stop hurting,
When will I see
your--

So the sun rises in the sky,
And the darkness
ebbs away,
Somewhere in my heart,
I know I'll find you
Near...

And so I run--

A horrific scream sliced through the song, causing the girl's voice to suddenly cut off. Everyone seemed to be panicking, and some were even sobbing. It finally became clear to why everyone seemed to be so frightened, and it all was because of this girl's song. She fell to the floor of the stage, clutching her face and trying her best not to look. However, as the amount of screaming people amplified, the child could no longer keep her gaze away. Small tornados -- or rather, long, thin whirlwinds -- were threatening the lives of everying below. Unable to speak, the girl simply reached out her hands and prayed that the tragic event would stop. Unfortunately, it only got worse. Then, the blame was placed on the child, for such a paranormal event was not the first. They began to shout and tear their way at the girl. Louder and louder...the terrified child had no place to run...screams...shouts...louder...louder...
Then, utter darkness...
******End******

When Niola woke up, she was in a bed with something cold on her forehead. Getting up was still impossible for her, yet she wanted to know where she was. Hoping to find something that could help, all Niola could find was a clock that told her it was close to midnight...

((OOC: By the way, that was Niola in the flashback; just so you know. ))

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Bloinx

Ben woke up. He must've cried himself to sleep. He got out of bed, but with a splitting headache. He wondered what caused that. He walked over to his lightswitch and flicked it to the "on" position. nothing happened. Flicked it again both ways, still nothing.

"Great. Powers out..." He snapped his fingers and a fire danced in the palm of his hand. All of the sudden, an obvious electricity mage flew out of a socket, that his lamp was plugged in to.

"Hi, newcomer." Said this mysterious kid. "My names Blake. I hear your friends with Cyr"

"Maybe I am, why does it matter?" Ben replied. "He a friend of yours?"

"Heh, more or less, but more of less." Blake said.

"Dude, does this school have an English class? 'Cause you really need to go to it, your sounding like a blathering fool." Ben said blankly. This kid could probably beat him in a fight, but these "masters" Ben has been hearing about wouldn't like that, would they?

"Listen. Cyr owes me a favor. He has for a long time. I told him he would regret it, but he just didn't listen. That's where you come in. I need to take out his friends, his contacts. You are my enemy." Blake rushed at Ben with such force that when Ben dodged it, he felt sparks. Ben unsheathed his swords. Not so much to fight, but maybe they will act as a lightning rod. Good thing he was wearing rubber-soled shoes.

Ben gripped his swords tighter, and they got longer. They set on fire, but that was more a threat than something he would use to fight. Just then, an adult burst into the room. Uh-oh. Ben's swords instantaneously became weights, and he started lifting them. This must be one of those "masters" that Cyr was talking about.

"What is all this ruckus about??" The master said.

"Nothing, I'm just trying to whip this new kid into shape, isn't that right.." Blake thought for a moment, he was obviously semi-skilled at telekinesis. "..Ben?"

"Yea, I'm a wimp. I need those arm-muscles." Ben said, he was a good actor. The master walked out.

Blake turned around. "This isn't over" and he walked out of the room.

((Explaining the post, for lokuri =P Ben wakes up, an enemy of Cyr zaps into the room and wants Ben gone to hurt Cyr. A master comes in and they act like they are weight-training. Blake leaves, vowing to finish this.))

lokuri

((OOC: I'm confused. Can you explain your post more?))

Niola struggled again to get up, yet all attempts were futile. Instead, she listened to her surroundings. It seemed the corridor she was in was disconnected from whatever action occured elsewhere, for she could not hear even the slightest russle. Finally, rushing footsteps made their way to Niola's door, stopped, and then continued as the figures made their way in the room. From what Niola could tell, they were all trainees who used the art of Healing, wearing nurse uniforms and the such. However, none of them meant nothing to her, so she simply closed her eyes and feigned sleeping.

"My, you sure sleep a lot," A female voice called out from somewhere nearby. "I hope you aren't truly ill."

The friendliness in the woman's voice pleased Niola's ears, and she decided to have a peek at who was talking to her. A smiling face framed by light, reddish-brown hair gazed sympathetically at Niola. She was a young lady with emerald eyes and a slender, yet curved frame. It was obvious she was human, yet she had the complexion of an elf. If anything, Niola would have thought she was the one that was ill, not herself.

"Sorry...I'm just dizzy. Do you think that I'm lazy? Well, I'm not. I'm just anti-social. I especially hate being surrounded by people."

"Claustrophobic, eh?" The woman giggled a bit before checking a note pad she held in her right hand. "Let's see...ah! So your name is Niola Winsheil. My, it is amazing to see a full wind user at this academy. There are so many electricity and fire uses, wind is just as rare as water and ice users. Ah, by the way...my name is Marie Custophe. Nice to meet you!"

"Nice...to meet you, too." Niola found her lips trembling, struggling to form a smile. Feeling foolish, Niola bent her head and offered her hand, at which Marie shook it.

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snowgirl1235

all of a sudden, while aimlessly walking through the halls, and whack! Tara bumps right into Ben. Trying to hide her red puffy eyes from crying, she puts a smile on and says hi.
"BEN!!! i haven't seen you in years! how did you come to this place??!" she says suprised.
he shrugs, saying, "yea, it was weird, this guy, mage, whatever, just randomly came out of a light...socket..." he trails off as Tara is looking very confused. "I see you're still all bones," she says, looking him over. "Your'e as tall as me now! Huh, a wonder how years can change a person."
"So Tara, how did you get here?" Ben questions. "Well... i.. uh..." she trailed off, looking gloomily at the ground as she didn't want to mention her dad. "It really doesn't matter how you got here, I'll just show you to the sign-ups for classes," Ben said as he could see she was apparently uncomfortable telling him.

((oh gosh sorry lokuri i feel like such a noob!!! wow i didnt know srry!!! i'll make sure to not do it again!!!))

lokuri

((OOC: EDIT: Alright, I understand. I was just unsure whether or not you would like your characer being Powergamed. I think I remember reading about how Snowgirl was your friend. At any rate, I have to go. Bye for now!~ ))

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Bloinx

((heh. Isn't life grand. lokuri, I don't want to be mean, you are indeed right. She is new, and I know her in real life. She won't do it again, I promise. She does an awfully good job of predicting what I would say tho. 0.o Cya lok!))

"Tara, good to see you again, follow...me?"..."Tara?"...she was gone. "ughh...lemme guess...Blake?" Blake appeared, holding Tara hostage.

"Blake. Let. Go. Of. Her." Ben's blades were instantly unsheathed, growing, spiraling tword Blake, his rage fueling them. They were ablaze. Tara had been Ben's only friend since his parents' death. If Blake did anything, he surely would not survive. Blake managed to dodge the swords, but they kept going for him. His clothes set on fire. He was rolling, trying to get out the flames. Tara was unscathed.

"Cmon Tara, registration's this way." He left Blake rolling on the floor, masters gathering.

lokuri

"I have to go check on other patients now," Marie suddenly announced, checking the clock that read five minutes from midnight. "There are still some students suffering from headaches, and I have to give them some soothing medicine. See you later!"

"B-bye!" Niola tried to appear nonchalant about Marie's departure, but now the room was tremendously quiet. Her eyes darted to a nearby window to her left, cracked slightly to let in a cool breeze. The curtain was wavering slowly at first, yet it suddenly began flapping wildly. However, there was no storm or the likes nearby, just a wondering wind caught in the emotions that were building in Niola. She quickly looked away, took a deep breathe, and laid her head on her pillow. Almost immediately, the wind calmed down to a settle breeze again, as though a tugging force was snapped from around it.

((OOC: I'll finish this later. Gotta go! ))

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Jackarhius

Character sheet:
Name: Jack Reid
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Main Magic: Fire
Sub-Magic: Weapon Enhancing
Weapon(s): A sword
Appearance:
Bio: He found out about his powers when he was 3 and was disbanded by his mother when she learned. His father was magical and he wants to find his father after the academy.

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kain222

Cyr entered the room, peering around and adjusting his coat in an awkward way, he peered at the wind user and opened his mouth to say somthing. Nothing seemed to come out and he shook his head. The stinge of guilt hurt him once more, his fit of rage had left some of the school temporarily insane.

He finally managed to form the words. "Are you allright...?" He asked, his deep eyes giving her a neutral, but concerned look. "I saw you faint after the others became... affected by that... telekenetic... fit that... Uhm... someone had..."

The guilt in his voice was obvious.

"I brought you here, I know the elf who cared for you. She had looked after me the same day I came here..." He trailed off into his thoughts, then snapped himself out of it. "Anyway... I'm Cyr, if you need any help getting used to this place, you can come to me."

Cyr said it in an obviously awkward fashion. He wasn't good at making friends. Wasn't good with people.

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