[i][u]Nicholas Raynor, Adam Blackmore, & Sylvia Bertoose.[/u][/i]

[i] a little while later...[/i]

Nicholas finally found himself sighing in relief, dropping the sponge he was using into the bucket which he was given and sitting down next to the now clean wall, looking over at Sylvia. The entire time, he had found himself being harrassed by her singing and talking, and while it had been bad, it could have been much worse. Maybe she -wasn't- so bad, considering that she hadn't made any serious attempts to harm him physically. Still wasn't a fan of being told that she wanted to do certain things with him. Still, once he was done, he pulled out a small gaming device, like before, from his backpack, quickly snapping it on and distracting himself from Sylvia's actions by taking a light, well-deserved break.

... Once again Adam demonstrated how good he is at getting the drop on his students by appearing over Nick (He was distracted anyway). He swiftly snatched the gaming device out of his hands. Dramatically holding still with the handheld. For a moment, it looked like he was about to give Nick hell for what he did. "... I see you are done." He calmly said handing the electronic back to the child. "Good work, but I am not finished with you just yet." He wagged his finger back and forth. "I believe you should have to make up for that class you missed... If you would be so kind to follow me..."

"Ooooh, I wanna watch my [i]boy-friend material[/i] do his thang." Sylvia hopped up to her feet. She [i]was[/i] going to follow Nick around everywhere he went. Or else she won't be happy - Because she's not making him happy. She skipped over to Adam.

"... Unfortunately, Ms. Bertoose, your presence is not neccessary. I have to ask you stay here." Adam was quick to shoot her down. The last thing he needed was her interrupting his [i]class[/i] the second her attention-span ran out. 

[i]Oh pooey.[/i] Sylvia thought to herself. There goes all of her plans to screw with him! Oh well. While Sylvia wanted to screw with Nick, she knew when to fold 'em, and what was a lost cause. And she knew [i]everything[/i] involving Adam is a lost cause. She shrugged, and slung her guitar strap around her shoulder. "Oh well, I guess I'll see you later, Nicky-boy." Sylvia tipped her hat at Nick, before she walked past him. Just to see if it would make his little-willy rise (for a change!) she gave him a quick and unexpected peck on the cheek. "... But when I do see you again, imma make your ass happier than Pharrell. See ya!" Sylvia skipped away.

[i]Did...she just...[/i]

As the girl kissed him, he felt his cheeks grow a deep red. He...hadn't ever been kissed by a girl before. His mind felt numbed for a moment, before he quickly shook off the emotion. Stupid girl, toying with his emotions. Ugh. Slowly, he turned towards Adam, still amazed at his capability to surprise him, even though he usually was more observant. Sadly, playing video games kind of nullified that perception. He reached out, and took the gaming console back, turning it off and putting it back and away from his backpack. He then watched Sylvia skip off, before sighing. "...Wow. I just can't tell what her deal is. Anyways, sir, lets get going. I'm quite happy to learn what I can as long as its not in a huge group. My name is Nicholas Raynor, by the way." He noted, sticking his hands into his pockets as he prepared to follow the elderly man.

Sylvia smirked as she looked back. [i]Checkmate![/i]

Adam tipped his glasses, and stared Sylvia off. What a troublesome child indeed. Though, Adam personally didn't understand children like her were up to half the time either, but he was more concerned with the parenting skills that molded her. Adam shook his head as he continued down the hallway. "That is just Ms. Bertoose. One of the more... troublesome students." He explained, "Fortunately, her antics are more annoying than harmful." He continued, his voice was stern and frank. "I know what your name is, Mr. Raynor. It is fine, we can continue and do what you were supposed to do."

The walk was silent, just the way Adam liked to keep it. There wasn't much more for the elder to say to the student other than those few words. He nodded his head as he lead Nick to the Training Hall. Quite the building. Easily the largest one on this island, and Adam's stomping grounds. He opened the door for Nick, before stepping in himself. Adam went past the many rooms of the halls, each were modified to suit a specific power, or purpose. However, they were walking past the public rooms. Adam, and the rest of the instructors, had their own private training room. For little things like this.

Opening the door with a key, Adam walked into the massive octagon shaped room made out of pure metal. Shiny too. The lights overhead provided light. He walked into the middle of the room, with a clipboard behind his back. It was time to get to work. Adam began writing on it, ".... Okay, class is in session." He finished writing, "This should be quick and simple if you are willing, okay? Your power is healing flames? All I want you to do right now is demonstrate your power.... Nothing flashy... and I do not plan on injuring myself so you can heal it either." Adam shot Nick a questionable glare.

Oh dear. It seems Adam was a lot more intimidating than he had first assessed, and had hoped, at one point. He slowly sighed, moving to take off his backpack and set it to the side of the room, before moving back in front of Adam. He closed his eyes, garnering up his will and trying to focus at the task at hand. He had to prove his power, correct? Which meant one thing. He needed to harm himself. So with that in mind, he pulled back his right hand, and...no joke, punched himself right in the face. Specifically, the nose.

"... Mr. Raynor, that was not neccessary...." Adam pulled his head back with his eyes wide open. He hadn't expected [i]that[/i]. "I should have iterated that you don't need to injure [i]yourself[/i] either."

As he pulled away his right hand, his nose dripped blood from it, a sign that he had, no doubt, just broken his nose. Huh. Maybe he didn't think about how hard he had punched himself? Either way, once he was finished, he spoke. "...I-Its a bit late for that, sir. Still..." He continued, before raising the same right hand into the air, as in a surge of energy, a white flame took hold on his hand, before he slowly pushed his palm up to his face. "Its not neccessary to worry about me. I'm just fine." He stated. Not only did he sound as nervous, but there was a certain level of strange confidence to his voice. Something that not only wasn't there before, but seemed to power through the pain that had to be there. When he removed his hand, his nose was completely healed, with no more drops of blood, save what had already fallen onto the floor.

It looked like Adam was incorrect, and that Nicholas knew what he was doing. He pushed his glasses up his nose, as he watched Nicholas use his healing fire. This seemed interesting. As Nick spawned the fire, Adam was gaining innate information about it, and even more information when it healed his broken nose. "Very, very, interesting." Adam had to add. "... But next time, just make the flame." There was the things Nicholas had to improve upon with his ability. Adam couldn't see much in his potential, so he had to come up with a few things to tell him. Simple techniques.

"I believe you have a power that relies on thinking outside the box. Which means it's purely limited by your [i]creativity[/i] with it. It is very possible for you to pull rather damaging moves while using your healing flames to push yourself through it. You already demonstrated that you're willing to cause yourself harm...."
Adam did a fake cough, putting a fist to his mouth. "Any questions?"

Nicholas listened closely. Hrm. Creativity? That was an interesting concept to use, by itself, concerning his powers. Not to mention, the idea of using particularly harmful movements and using his power to mend the wounds of such a movement is useful for specific situations, that it is. Still, something bothered him as he thought over this, placing his right finger over his chin. "I see...then will you actually be training me next class, sir?" He asked outright, moving to lower his hand back into his pocket, before speaking again. "And what should I do in the meantime? Is there anything I could read, or look into that could help me accelerate my training process? I want to make the most of my time here, after all."

Adam nodded his head, so Nicholas wanted to know about what to do in the meantime. That was such dedication. "Yes, I can indeed help you next class..." He tipped his glasses and gave him a narrow glare, "... Just show up next time." He started writing on his clipboard some more, before turning his attention back to Nick. "As for what to do, I suggest enjoying your afternoon. You have plenty of time to practice... but if you must, I highly suggest finding a partner." Adam coughed again, putting the clipboard behind his back. "Because nothing is more training than someone to do it with.... Unfortunately, there are no books that can possibly help you."

Nick slowly nodded, moving to grab ahold of his backpack and slinging it onto his back via one strap. "Alright. I'll definitely show up tomorrow. Just...yeah. I'll be there." He found himself finishing, almost catching himself giving an excuse before slapping it metaphorically out of his mouth. Last time he did that, he got a firm talking to from one of his teachers. Lets -not- have that happen again. Even so, as he listened, he lowered his eyelids in thought. Hrm. Enjoy his day. Not the best of advice, but he supposed the teacher had a point. He -didn't- want to stay in doors all day, and definitely allowing himself some time to get to know the others would be helpful in the long run. With that, he turned around, opening the entrance to the room and walking out, before heading back towards the student dorms. Well, -this- had been an interesting experience. At least Sylvia wasn't stalking him anymore.