((OOC: Hi hi Kain!
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Niola was shoved into a small room, occupied by three arguing staff members. They all wore elegant robes and held emblems that showed which classes they taught. One of them sat at a desk with his arms folded and a disappointed scowl on his lips. However, a look of curiousity filled his deep blue eyes as he noticed Niola entering with the man from earlier. He waved his fingers, dismissing the male staff member. Then he stood slightly, glancing at the other two. One had long black hair held in a ponytail and half-moon glasses; a man of research, judging by his white suit and fatigue appearance. The other was a woman with frosty blue hair that spiked in random directions in a small ponytail behind her head. The person behind the desk had gray hair and was obviously more important, wiser, and older than the other two. Still, a frightening look in his eyes caused Niola to shiver suddenly.
"I understand you arrived here recently, is that not so?" The old man asked, scrutinizing her like the previous man did.
"I assume you were unaffected by the beserk telekinesis attack that has left so many students in tormoil. You are indeed a lucky young lass."
Niola said nothing; she just kept her eyes upon the superior staff member. Coughing a bit, the old man tried to change the mood by giving away the identities of the people around him, as well as himself.
"This young fellow here goes by the name of Doctor Luchinson, both a master of the Healing arts as well as a constant researcher," The old man began, noticing Niola nodding apsent-mindingly.
"My other companion is Ms. Frezerd. She is one of the intellectual teachers who practice the art of water and ice. As for me, I am Superintendent Lichard. What I am the superintendent for is of no concern to you as of yet. Now, what is your name and power?"
"My name is Niola Winsheil. I am able to manipulate wind...I use two identical blades which I have named 'Twilight Blades'. They use my ability to control wind, as well as the light offered by the sun and moon. Since I am of the age of 13, I am an unregistered Freshman to this school. Please accept me!"
Niola threw her back downards, so that she was now horizontal to the floor. Her bangs dangled loosely towards the floor, and her golden eyes wavered intensely. Suddenly, a loud chuckle filled the room, as well as a higher pitch one and a softer, calmer one. Picking her head up, Niola was shocked to see the three staff members rolling with laughter. Anger began to fill her, yet it instantly halted as tons of people began to fill the room. People were screaming, crying, and shouting; it seemed they were all suffering from some sort of brain damage or the other.
"Wh-what happened?" Niola's voice was barely heard, yet a great wave of uncertainty filled the room.