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Originally Posted by Bloinx
((yea that's fine, don't go to much more powerful tho  And by shooting through the forest I hope you don't mean coming out back to the school, you'll see why in this post.))
Ben looked around. Nothing much around. Then he realized something, What if I'm lost? Shoot! I think I am! Niola stirred, but then went limp again. Maybe when she wakes up, she can Help us get out of here. Ben didn't like the idea of living in the woods. He was a city boy.
Oh well, might as well set up shop. He ripped off a few branches from a tree. He grabbed some vines that looked sturdy enough to hold some weight. He also got some huge leaves that would keep them dry. He set up the branches, tied them together with the vines, and laid them down on top of everything. There. A nice tent that should keep us warm and dry. Ben was proud of himself. Being a city boy, he never knew how to set up a tent.
Now, for a fire. He got more branches, cleared an area, and tried to light the branches. But only a spark came out of his hands. Ah man! This forest must limit your powers! I need to get out of here!
((not trying to say the forest steals your powers, you just cant use them whilst you're in it.)) |
(( Well he only started the fight like... 20 meters from the actual school anyway, so. :P ))
Cyr grunted as he got up, he was feeling weak... light-headed. He looked down, seeing that he made a pretty big crack in the school roof. He chuckled to himself, rubbing the back of his head as he stumbled, his body hurt - but he could deal with that. He peered around and cursed lightly, due to the massive amount of wind users, there was a large tornado-like wind surrounding the school, though inside of it, it was strangeley calm. Though, people who couldn't control wind certainly wouldn't be able to get inside without help. Or, atleast, uninjured.
Though, Cyr seemed relativeley safe, there was little fighting going on on top of the roofs, and he sat down again, trying to regain his strength. He frowned,
I need to get to the bottom of this... He thought, moving down to the hole caused by Blake, he saw the teenager laying motionless in the crater that had resulted from the Battle. He placed two fingers at the teenagers neck and sighed.
No pulse. He thought to himself, he moved his hand over to the block-like device that was in the boy's neck, and tore it out, his hand dashed with blood as a result. He studied the device curiously, and slid it into the pocket of his trenchcoat.
He blinked, noticing a seeming barricade to a room that seemed familiar. It was the main hall, the entrance was blocked by various shields of elemental energy. He closed his eyes, and mentally seperated himself from his body - Farsight, some called it. Only some telekenetic users possessed it. Luckily, Cyr did. As he drifted into the hall like a ghost, passing through the wall, he saw dozens of panic-stricken students, makeshift shelters were being made. He saw some of the masters inside, and smiled.
Atleast not all of them have those deadly devices inside of them... He thought to himself. Before opening his eyes once more and returning to his body. He walked up to one of the shields, and rapped gently on it.
"Can I come in...?" Cyr asked. A young boy moved to the shield and blinked, he seemed about 13, his eyes were a sparkling blue and his skin a pale white. He had scruffy, ginger hair, and freckles matted his face.
The Boy peered at Cyr, conversed with one of the others, then nodded. The shield dropped for a few moments. Cyr quickly jogged through, and the shield closed.
"I'm glad to see that people are safe..." Cyr stated, frowning and seeming quite out of it. He smiled and waved to Jacob, who was sitting at one of the tables.
Jacob nodded and smiled at Cyr in return, before Cyr made his way over to him.
"Do you have any idea of what's happening...?" Cyr inquired, seeming dashed with bood.
Jacob shook his head slowly, his eyes filled with sadness despite his smile, "No. You look tired, Cyr. And by the blood marks, I presume that combat has taken it's toll on you - sleep. There are some beds on the balconys."
Cyr nodded, he moved up some stairs to one of the balconys, and let himself drift into a deep sleep. He let his mind roam again, situating his mind from his body once more, his "Spirit", though, that's not really the right way to describe it - Hovering a few feet over him.
He allowed his mind to soar, seeking out Ben, he saw him, vainly trying to start a fire. Though, Ben could not see him, he drifted and let his mind sit against a tree as his body slept a blissfull sleep.
(( Hope you don't mind me killing Blake off? :P ))