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Siberius kept on staring at the figure who said he was his brother. "That's right Siberius... be afraid." Vladamir grinned then jolted up and threw hard punch at Siberius's face. Siberius fell back and clenched his teeth together. Blood started dripping out of the corner of his mouth. "Now Siberius, lets go over what happened 8 years ago. Shall we?" Vladamir lifted up Siberius and suddenly pinched Siberius's eye. "YAAAGGGGHHHH!!!" Siberius yelled as loud as he could as the blood dripping from his eye fell onto the roof. Siberius began to stop screaming and he went into a very long, and quiet sleep...

lokuri

Niola was surprised that Cyr gratefully accepted her handshake, as well as later revealing his troublesome secret. She tried her best not to look overly amused, but it was entertaining to her to see the look on Cyr's face. He looked like a child that was scolded for breaking a precious item of their mothers or something. The guilt was obviously eating him away, yet Niola could not hide the fact that all of this was part of her peculiar game. However, when he mentioned his regret for harming her, Niola finally decided to speak up.

"I told you, I...I just don't handle crowds, is all." Niola could tell that her voice sounded much more mature, which seemed to reveal her false tone that she used earlier. Biting her lip, Niola tried to shake of the seriousness by flailing her fingers and sticking out her tongue. "Meh, but it could just be a small case of claustrophobia. I don't even think I am afraid of cramped rooms, just areas with a lot of people. I guess I would not do so well in large cities. I prefer villages or secluded places. How about you?"

Suddenly realizing she was babbling, Niola covered her mouth and uttered a slight apology. Just as she did so, her whole figure straightened, and her eyes grew wide. The sound of screaming was carried along a brisk wind and trailed into her ears, like someone was being tortured or beaten. Almost like a cat ready to attack, Niola hunched over and pranced onto the open window sill. Her head cocked upwards, hearing the last remnants of the scream echoing from the roof. Grinning mischivously, Niola allowed her body to be swallowed by a gust of wind and forced it to fling her upwards. Once the tip of the roof came into view, Niola simply pushed her body forward and landed softly ontop of it. That's when she saw him; a teenager of about 16 years and his face drenched with blood. The fact that the tips of his dark hair was a crimson hue didn't help either, for it made Niola believe he was more injured than he really was.

"Who could do such a thing?" Niola inquired outloud. Her question would go unanswered for the time being, for the culprit was nowhere in sight, and the victim was too injure to even open his eyes--
"Oh my gosh! His eye! It's completely--"

But she could not finish the sentence, and just stared in silence at the incident before her.

((OOC: I'd add more, but then it would be too long. ))

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DeathByPumpkins

((Flashback))
"Mommy... mommy are you ok...?" Siberius stared at his mother that was lyng on the floor with a gash in her throat. "Mommy wht's wrong with Vlady?" Siberius frowned and hugged his mother's dead body. Siberius walked over to his father leaned against a chair with cut marks on his chest. "Daddy...? Mommy...?" Not knowing what happened to his mother and father, Siberius turned around to look at Vladamir. "Vlady... what's wrong with momma and papa?" Siberius said. "I murdered them." Vladamir said. "I murdered them better than I ever murdered anyone on my life." Siberius bega to scream and pound away at the ground as Vladamir took off. Siberius hugged his parents dead bodies as he cried his heart out.

kain222

Cyr frowned at the scream aswell, lightly closing his eyes and hovering a few feet off the ground - he seemed to literally drift out the window after the child. Once he had got out of the room, he soared upwards. He loved flying - whenever he had been using his telepathic powers for things, it allways was taxing on his head. Though when he was using telekenisis to fly... He felt free...

He spun around, and swiftly landed next to the child, who was staring in terrified awe at the body. Cyr frowned, but he had seen worse. He seemed disgusted, yes - but other than the shock he didn't seem to affected by the sight of someone who's eye seemed slightly crushed and drenched in blood.

He peered at the body, taking a few steps up to it - the person seemed to be crying, but unconcious, as if a vision was forced into his mind. Having learnt about this before, Cyr lightly placed a hand on the boy's forehead, and sent a small wave of telepathic energy through the boy's mind. Hoping to cut the nightmare short and send him into a deep, blissfull sleep.

Afterwards, he lifted the body up, there seemed to be a light-blue bubble of some sorts around the wounded eye. Not only concealing the gore, but stopping the blood flow completeley. He turned to the child.

"Let's get him to the medical ward." Cyr stated more than suggested, his eyes seeming concerned, yet still carrying a spine-shivering neutrality inside of them. His tunic was dashed with the boys blood before he had established the flow-stopping bubble around his eye. Though he didn't seem to care much. "Come on."

He walked to the edge of the building, and off it. Seeming to walk on air as his legs dangled looseley, taking much more care this time as he slowly floated down to the same window they had leapt from.

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Bloinx

((sorry Snowgirl...you were taking to long to post.))

"here, we are at registration. I got your cell number, I'll call you later." Ben said, leaving Tara to deal with registration herself. So far, this academy has brought nothing but trouble. And Ben was exhausted after that fight with Blake. He decided to go see if Cyr was around. Ben walked the halls, but didn't find him. He asked some people if they had seen him around. They said he was in the medical area, and Ben walked over there, wondering what possibly could have happened.

Ben eventually found the medical portion of the school and found the door he had been told Cyr was visiting. Ben knocked, and although not hearing an answer, he slowly opened the door. "Oh my god..."

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kain222

Cyr looked at ben and smiled, seeming to be straining under the weight of the teenager in his arms. His expression suddenly changed to sulleness as the curtains ruffled lightly under the energy of his telepathy as he seemed to drift into the room. The ruffling stopped, as he dropped lightly to the floor, grunting.

"Give me a hand, would you...?" Cyr asked, moving to the bed.

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DeathByPumpkins

Siberius was ast asleep when he felt something was wrong. He jolted up in bed and looked around. He saw a couple of people looking at him in an odd way. Siberius felt his eye and there was a large patch tied around it. "Umm... do I know you guys?" Siberius asked trembling.

kain222

Cyr smiled, letting out a relived sigh as he awoke. He then moved his eyes back to ben, and shrugged. - "We found him on the roof, of all places. His eye was..." Cyr blinked, "Covered in blood." He turned towards Siberius, "You allright...? My name's Cyr, i'm going to get you some help."

Though it seemed a kind gesture, as allways - Cyr's tone remained unaturally neutral.

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lokuri

It was not as big as a shock as finding a seriously injured teen compared to seeing Cyr float upwards and beside Niola on the roof. Still, it was amazing to see anyone besides a wind user in flight. Perhaps it was because telekinesis could also condense the "waves" around them and support them as they flew. Of course, this small detail was of little importance at the moment. Instead, the focus was on the wounded boy, who was even shedding tears now. Glancing at Cyr, she hoped he had a plan to save him, for Niola had no talent in the art of healing. Just as surprising as it was to see Cyr flying, Niola witnessed him performing some mind trick that soothed the kid and allowed him to be rid of the torment that haunted him. A sigh of relief escaped Niola's lips, followed by a slight smile when she noticed the teenager's eyes was no longer bleading.

"Yeah, the medical ward would be a good place to--"

However, her sentence went unheard, for Cyr was already scalling the wall and leaping through a different window. A disappointed frown overcame her features, followed by a scowl and a stop of her foot.
^^^Past^^^
It was unforgivable to be left behind, especially while she was in mid-sentence. Spiralling off the roof, like an imatation of a tornado, Niola hurled herself into the same window Cyr had entered just as he finished speaking to another male stranger. He too had dark hair, yet it was more indigo than black, and his eyes glowed like embers trapped in time. He obviously intrigued her, so Niola decided to say something -- cheerfully, of course.

"Hiya, my names Niola!" Niola chirped, jabbing her thumb at her chest as a gesture of introduction. "What's your name, red-eyes?"

Niola could not help but giggle at this childish nickname she had invented for the boy, who was obviously older and more mature than her. Almost immediately after her laughing-fit, she tried to amuse herself by pretending to ignore him and looking for something to help the injured kid with. After much perusing, Niola found a white eyepatch with a cross shaped tape securing the cloth beneath it. Feeling that the patch appeared too plain, Niola shifted through a brown bag she had clinging to her back the whole time and found some paint. Her fingers danced across the surface of the patch and created a gothic masterpiece -- a reddish gold moon hovering over a blackened ocean. A skull would have been applied in the middle of the sea, but it seemed the "patient" was close to arousing. So, she quickly placed it over his eyes and waved merrily as he awoke.

"Did you have sweet dreams, sleepy prince?" Niola greetings were usually informal, no matter who she was talking with; her level of respect declined the closer the person was to her age.

((OOC: This post had to be long, in order to catch up. xD ))

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Bloinx

((AGH! lokuri I had to edit my entire post!))

"Uhh...hey, my names Ben. What happened to this kid?" Ben asked Niola. He was almost scared, he had never seen so much gore, the boy's eye had been seriously injured. Blood had been dripping into a telekinetic bubble until Niola had put a black patch around his eye. The Patch was quickly stained crimson.
"Is he okay? If not, is he going to be okay?" Just then, Ben heard someone stumbling outside and then a crash at the door.
((Btw, I'm at Tara's house and we are planning this out...))

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