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"The roof...?" Siberius asked while scratching his head. All of a sudden Siberius leaped out of bad and jumped out the window. He caught him self on the ledge and ran up the wall to the roof. He landed on his feet and jolted off to where he saw Vladmir. He saw a note and pickd it up. Death travels many places Siberius. And I am death. Siberius dropped it and trembled. He turned around and saw the two figures he saw in the medical room.

snowgirl1235

((sorry Ben! had stupid exams to study for... :/ ))
Tara stood there, staring dumbfounded at the the man standing beside the desk as he was telling her what her classes were. She murmured a hurried thank you, and quickly slipped out of the room. "So...... first hour....Electric functions... 2nd, Neurology...WOAH!" she said as she ran face-first into the medical area door of the school. All of a sudden, she hears a voice on the other side, who she recognizes as Ben's.

lokuri

Niola smiled kindly to Ben, glad he was not upset by her questionable antics. Suddenly, the injured teenager decided to do something even more bizarre than herself; he tried to leap out of the window. As Niola's mouth dropped, her feet darted towards where he was and she outstretched both her hands. Air was the only thing Niola managed to grasp in the end, which made her feel with panick. A sensation of relief erased all of her worries when Niola found out that the boy did not fall down, but up. He was racing up the building like a sprinter on a track, except this was a horizontal path! Slapping her forehead, Niola once again shot through the air and stepped onto the rooftop. A look of pure horror seemed to linger in the kid's eyes as she approached him, which left her skeptical. Something was scribbled on a piece of paper he was holding, but Niola was unable to read it, due to the boy's quivering hand. Instead, Niola place a hand on his shoulder and peeked forward at his face.

"Hey, you okay?" Niola injured calmly. Her eyes kept focusing on his eyes, which seemed to bleed more and more with every second. Luckily, her magnificent paint covering hid the dark red blood from view in the front, only visable along the sides.

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Bloinx

((W00T!!1111one! The academy got stickied!!))

Ben saw The injured boy leap up on the roof, and the others follow.
"Uhhh...guys? how am I supposed to get up there...?" Ben instantly had an idea, and before thinking, jumped out the window and aimed his palms at the ground. "Flame o-...oh wait...Fire...no..." Before he could think of a cool catchphrase, he realised he started to fall. "Ahh shoot! just go!" Fire instantly shot out from his hands and, working like rockets, the fire shot him up to the roof!
"Yes! it worked!" Ben yelled, making a fool of himself. Realising so, he quickly shut up and asked, "So, how is everyone?..."

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DeathByPumpkins

Siberius began to cry slightly as the note drifted away. He sat down on the edge of the roof. A tear fell off his face and he leaped off of the roof. Ben tried to grab Siberius but he was already falling. Siberius quickly made a ramp out of the ground that would make him slide down safely. He saw Ben jump down and look him in the eyes. Siberius told him, "Follow me."

Bloinx

Ben nodded. The boy started running, almost too fast. Ben figured he could try the fire-jet technique again, although when they hit the woods he would have to turn them off. He followed the boy and yelled over the wind, "Y'know! You never did tell me your name!" They reached the woods and they stopped after they were out of sight of the school

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lokuri

"Humph, are all boys so rude to girls in particular, or is it just me?"

The question arouse after Niola watch Siberius make a suicidal dive, landed safely, and told Ben to follow him. She was still watching him as he began to sprint away, leaving her behind. A choice was presented before her. Niola could rush up to them and begin yelling at the one-eyed boy, or she could shrug it off and find something else to do. As Niola debated with herself, she tilted her head upwards and sucked in the eerie glow of the moon, which was slightly hidden behind clouds. Due to the ominous painting in the sky, the ticking of time seemed to delay in the twilight of night. Sighing, Niola merely shook her head and ran to the edge of the building. In the distance, the due outlines of the ill-mannered boys were vaguely visable beyond the winding woods in the distance.

"Well, I never did register yet," Niola thought to herself, regretting the choice she was about to make. "I guess I should go and do that now."

Niola allowed her body to fall forward and felt the wind act as a blanket beneath her. Someone who was a normal human that was unaware of the powers that flowed through the children at the academy would have viewed Niola as a sadist who could no longer handle the tragedies that came with living. However, their eyes would grow wide and their body would stiffen as they watched Niola slow to a pace of that of a gliding feather. Such a performance, followed by the graceful landing Niola would carry out merely seconds later, would force the unblessed human to believe they were dreaming. Of course, Niola knew the powers she was gifted with was no dream; horrible events in her past proved that so long ago.

"Mother...father...everyone...will I ever be able to repent the sins I commited on that vile night that hunts my mind whenever I sleep?" Niola once again shook her head, as though the very memories of which she spoke of were returning to her. Hoping to further rid the dreadful thoughts from her mind, Niola dashed forward and tried her hardest to ride the wind around her. By the time she stopped, Niola had found a renewed booth for registration. Trying to calm her throbbing heart, Niola greeted the person behind the counter with a brilliant smile. Luckily, the volunteer was an old man with a kindred spirit. He was wearing a classical blue suit and hat, as though he were a ticket seller or something. When he first spotted Niola, a jolly chuckle filled the air, followed by a pleased grin.

"Hello, young lady," The old man welcomed, leaning across the counter. "Please state your name and talent, and I will give you the room number of your class and dorm area."

"My name is Niola Winsheil, and I am a wind user."

"Ah...let's see...Ms. Niola Winsheil...wind user...Alright, all done! Your room number is 13 Wind. I'm afraid the wind dorms are separated from the rest, since they were moved to the starter dorms. At first, the water users used to belong to the first couple of rooms, but since the number of wind users have decreased...well, not many are around these days, you see."

"It's okay! Thank you for the help! Bye-bye!"

"Bye, Ms. Winsheil!"

Niola was about to head elsewhere, but something still troubled her. "Um, why do you call me 'Ms.'? I'm much younger than you -- no offense -- it's just..."

The old man chuckled again before he gazed into Niola's eyes seriously. "I am not as fortunate as the students at this academy. You see, my son attends this school, yet I have no power whats-so-ever. That is why I address you so formally. Had you been much older, I would have called you Mistress."

"Ah...I see. So, they really do treat those that are not blessed inferior to those that are blessed, regardless of their age or accomplishments."

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DeathByPumpkins

"I'm going to teach you the elements of navigating these woods. Once you get it, I'll tell you my name. Ok?" Siberius said while grinning.

snowgirl1235

Tara opened the door to the room, but she soon found out that no one was there. "huh? I could've sworn i heard someone...." but then she saw a girl flying towards the registration building, and Ben and following some kid in a dark black cloak. "aww MAN! I always miss out on the fun!!! well, I'm for sure not going to be left behind this time!" she said as she jumped out of the window. Tara quickly grabbed on to the electrical lines for the school. She sprinted across them, because her shoes were made specially for attaching to electric charges, kind of like magnents. She then finally caught up with Ben and the cloaked kid, just as the telephone lines stopped. Tara jumped off them, and landed gracefully right in front of them. "Wait!!" she said pleadingly and trying to catch her breath. "Ok... Ben, I am... NOT... getting left behind... again... like last time... and who are.. you?" she said in between breaths to the kid who's eye looked pretty messed up that was cloaked.

kain222

Cyr had watched the seires of events, a mixture of astonishment and confusion on his face, he shrugged as most leapt from the window. He mereley stood to the side when they exited. His hands in his trenchcoat and his head looking down at the bed...

Everything... Was turning... Grey again, his eyes dulled and closed. Infront of him... he saw... everything... changing.

Cyr was in room... different to the one he was now. Light softly beamed through the dusty window. The room was long, and completeley empty, apart from a mirror.

Cyr gazed into the mirror, his reflection looking back at him. He was the same age, but... He remembered this mirror from somewhere... The figure slowly morphed, growing long, light ears. Where previously stood the dark-haired, striking young man, now stood an elven girl. Her face was gaunt, her hair brown, short and unkempt. A cocky grin matted on her face, her hands on her hips. Wearing a loose, black tank top, Her loose jeans stained.

"Emma...?" Cyr said, before everything swirled into whiteness, the elf-girl was still standing there, dancing in the blinding light. The light slowly enveloped her, the same, happy grin on her face as she faded. In the last few seconds of the display, her face saddened as she gazed at Cyr. "Emma!"

He was back in the hospital room, his face a painting of horrified awe at the vision. He slowly reeled his head back, rubbing his temples in stress. He slowly exited the room, trailing his hand along the wall.

As he peered around, moving down the hallways. Somthing was odd, he heard voices yelling, and he moved to a nearby room.

"WE cannot risk it! We have to do somthing! You've seen the fire in these children's eyes!" A outraged, seemingly old man stormed angrily within the room.

"No." Said a second, calmer voice. "These things sort themselves out with time."

"You hold onto pointless traditions! Traditions that will only make the situation worse! Within the last few days, the hospital wing has been flooded! And who is to blame for this? The students! Fights between them have been increasing massiveley!" The man bellowed. His voice struck like boulders, banging his fist angrily on the table as he yelled.

Cyr knew this all too well, one who had recently come to the wing was a teenager, one year older than himself. A teenager with firey hair, Blaze. Cyr cursed himself for making the situation worse, and continued on.

Then he froze, the same teenager who was just in his thoughts was standing defiantly in the midist of the hallway. His hands aflame and his eyes glaring angrily at Cyr.

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