[u][i]Jago Andrew Javaunt, & Nicholas Raynor.[/i][/u]
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Upping the ante seemed appropriate. After all, so far, Jago has made her look like a little bitch. He eased up a little in the break between her attacks. Didn't want to make a blood vessel explode or something. He was getting strained from all this shielding, buuuuut, so should Urchin-Girl over here. It was a test to see who would give out first, and Jago was going to make sure it wasn't him. Whatever urchin girl was doing, it looked funky. Just like he was warned, Jago got back. Instead of taking steps back, his body floated up into the air a bit with a blue aura, and landed a few feet back. Not that he was worried or anything. There was a difference between lookin' tough and being stupid. Those spines looked mighty dangerous. Yikes! He wasn't going to admit it, but those things scared him a bit. What if one of those went through him.... He doesn't have to worry about that, though. Ultimate shield, and shit. This onslaught was different, though. It was putting pressure on him like never before. It fucking felt like someone was [i]squeezing[/i] his brain. Sweat was dripping down his head into his eyes, and his legs were shaking.

He gave out.

"... [i]Ugh[/i]!" The shield seemingly evaporated, and Jago felt relieved. Any of Urchin girl's freak attacks that were heading towards him went unobstructed. Thank God he got back. For good measure, though, he got back even further. Not because he was scared, but because he didn't want to get run through. Fear and common sense. There's a difference. "Ah... Hehehe..." Jago scratched the back of his neck like some nervous twat, with an equally dumb smile on his face. "Looks like I need a break!" He jumped straight up to his feet, making a low awkward laughter. It was better than letting Urchin-girl break his shield. Which was pretty much about to happen, what it is what it is. Better pick up that Gatorade... His juice! Christ, during that [i]desperate struggle[/i], he dropped it. It was all depressing! Lying there spilled on the floor. Wasted! Like the last ten minutes He gonna have to get some more....

"Hold up for a sec," Jago put up a finger as he raised one foot, waist-high, then put it down forward. He held that pose for a second, as he turned everything above the waist towards Codi. Much as he'd like to get up and march off, he decided to show Codi a [i]little[/i] of his cordial side. "Gonna go take a break juice break so my mind doesn't turn into mush, okay?" He stepped off towards the vending machine. 

And on the other hand of things, it turned out a certain Nicholas had arrived on the scene, having ran through the rain and gotten doused with plenty of the liquid to make his hair at least a little wet. He shook his head as he walked in through the doors of the building, before taking note of something. He hadn't even drank much of his tea before. Crud. And he unfortunately could feel the yearning in his body for something sweet to drink. Maybe gatorade would do the trick. After all, he had always liked how they were sweet, and yet, not overpowering.

Within seconds, he looked around, and spotted a vending machine, with a student, seemingly a tad bit younger than himself who seemed to be sweating profusely, of all things, heading towards it. He considered it rude to step in front of someone, so he took the alternate route, moving to step behind the younger boy, as if to make a line in front of the vending machine. Notably, he quickly took out a dollar in change. He wasn't one who had skimped out on money, thankfully, his parents had given him a good deal of spending money since they had been aware he would likely need it here and there. And he was going to make sure to use it as best as he could.

Who is this sweat stain? Jago looked as another boy came out of no where. Just looked like another whiteboy. Nothin' special about him. But Jago had to give him props: he knew to step the hell aside. Jago flashed him a grin, the shit-eating kind, and sarcastically said, "Thank you!" As he went to go get his own drink. He got yet another Gatorade. A lime-flavored one. Personally, all Gatorade tasted like sugared piss, but damn did they get the job done. He quickly downed it as he leaned up against the vending machine. While he was drinking it, his eyes were on Nicholas the whole time. Sizing him up... That was barely even neccessary since this kid looked like a punk right off the bat. Though, he said the same thing about Codi! And she nearly punched through the [i]Ultimate Shield[/i]. And little Jago wasn't expecting [i]that[/i]. He'll have to see what Bitch-boy here is packing in terms of powers before he chalks him off as being worthless or not.

"Yo, you there," Jago started off, "What brings you to the training hall, hm?" 

Well, -this- guy didn't seem too friendly. Nicholas quickly picked up on his attitude as soon as he gave him that grin. Ugh. Like he hasn't seen that pride before. Quickly, he simply nodded to the guy. He didn't want to cause any trouble, and thanks to Deborah, he was in a fairly good mood and was confident in the fact he wasn't about to let it get ruined by just -anyone-. After the guy got his drink, Nicholas walked up to the vending machine and inserted his money, getting a glacier cheery flavor, the white, almost mist-like color of the gatorade apparent as he opened it up and took a sip, before replacing the cap and winding it back on before looking at this fellow. "I was told it might be a good idea for me to come here to see if I could help others push themselves, being my power has the ability to do that." He stated, leaning against the wall next to the vending machine, taking another sip.

Now, little Nicholas here got Jago's attention. Helping others push themselves, that might be fun. Especially when Urchin-Girl over there nearly pushed him to his limits. "Huh... Funny," Jago took the Gatarade away from his lips, looking at Nicholas. "I'm here to push myself to my limits. If you get my jist." That grin got much larger. If Nicholas didn't get the hint, then white-boy right here must be dumber than a bag of hammers. In fact, Jago thought he should hit him with a bag of hammers just to get the point across that he [i]dumb[/i]. Whatever, Jago still had a little trace of politeness in there [i]somewhere[/i]. Introducing himself might be a start. "I'm [i]Jago[/i]. You?" [i]Your name is probably something really gay. Like Jeffery, or James... Anything with a J sounded gay.[/i]

Nicholas sharpened his eyes. Ugh...he could tell already, this guy wanted to just use him, most likely. He had dealt with that before, but not quite like this. He slowly sighed, snapping his fingers and forming a bright flame on his right thumb. "Right. I'm Nicholas, by the way. Also, hold still." He stated firmly, walking towards Jago and moving to press his thumb against Jago's own forehead, as the power of sheer improvement of inner morale would quickly find itself distributing through Jago's body as he spoke, the flame firmly remaining on Jago's head as Nicholas pulled his hand away, before taking a sip of his gatorade and continuing to lean against the wall. It wasn't that he meant to be rude, but he just didn't want to deal with this kind of person too long. He had a feeling he would have to anyways, but if there was one thing that irked him a little more than it should, it was people who used others for their own gain. Hrm...though...maybe it wouldn't turn out so bad.

"... You have one second to..." Jago threated as this fucking stranger decided to violate his personal space. Nicholas was two seconds away from getting the shit knocked out of him, when he did that fire thing. He felt... different. He felt like he could take on the world! For real this time. He never felt so uplifted in his life. Only one problem. "That's cool, white boy...." He grabbed Nicholas's hand, and pulled it away. "... But don't touch the valuable property, okay? That's gay." Jago sounded super cheeky throughout his little statement. You don't touch the grand champion you peasant! There's a place where kids like Nicholas belonged, and it was at Jago's feet. "What the hell was that, anyway?" Jago asked as he drunk even more Gatorade.

Nicholas frowned. Oh dear. Here we go. One of -these- guys. Ugh. He slowly nodded and closed his eyes. "Right, right. Anyways, it was my power. I'm...still unsure what to call it, but its some sort of flame that both is capable of healing and giving people little...bravery boosts? Perhaps the term "morale-boost" makes more sense." He stated after a moment of consideration. "It may sound pretty weak compared to some other people here, but I've been useful so far, so I haven't had a reason to really complain." He finished, before looking at the other equipment in the building. Great. He hoped he didn't get stuck being this guy's assistant at this rate because of his interest in his power. Ugh.

"... Wanna be my assistant?" Jago asked with a rather cheeky smile. White-boy here might not have much in terms of personality, looks, or probably not even money, but he sure as hell will useful for [i]something[/i]. He would rather have Nicholas on his side than against him, because why not? He had enemies here, and Nicholas seemed like a real [i]chipper[/i]. The kind of kid you could push around with a itty bitty bit of aggression. He would love to make this guy his bitch for the rest of the school year. "Yeah, man, you and I could make our own little team, ya' hear?" He started off. Maybe he should tell a little bit about himself... Or just his powers. Huh. Actually, now that he thought about it, his power probably works in synergy with Nicholas'. A healer, and a shielder. Probably could save someone's life if they ever need to. But naaaaah. Shit happens all the time, and it ain't like someone's going to attack this happy little school. If they did, Jago would trip Vespera.

"Yo," Jago started off, snapping his fingers. He created a shield between himself and Nicholas. Glowing purple and translucent. Not as big and thick as the shield he used to block Codi, because this was a quick demonstration! Give ol' Nicky boy here a taste of what's to come. "My power is to make shields, and ain't nothing can break them. In fact, they just took a beating and still were going strong!" Jago jerked his head awkwardly towards Codi. To get Nicholas to look at her - Though, with a body like that, who would? Ooooooh. Maybe some sexual fetishist is into urchins or hunchbacks. "So don't even think about cracking the ultimate shield."

Nicholas smiled. While instinctually, when he heard this, he was ready to cringe, a thought popped into his mind, hardly ever in older communities was a service offered without something in return. And that was the exact angle he wanted to play off of. He had been told he could use his healing factor to pull off stunts that he normally wouldn't be able to, and survive relatively unharmed afterwards. With that in mind, he rose up his index finger after looking at the girl with the strange hunchback. Hrm. He recognized her. She had been carrying that one girl...Theresa, yes. He hadn't gotten this girl's name yet, so he would have to ask later. And this fellow's power was interesting...and yet, he had reason to believe that the 'ultimate shield' wasn't so ultimate. Based on how this guy was talking he -may- have been exaggerating his abilities...or maybe he was serious and Nicholas didn't know what he was talking about.

"Alright, but only on a few conditions. This isn't going to be a one way deal. I help you, you gotta help me. I plan on pushing myself physically and learning to adapt new ways to use my abilities for more than just outright healing. Because of that, I'll need someone to test different ideas with, and I'm not saying you'll have to be a punching bag, because you have those shields, after all. Furthermore, I'm no one's servant. I might be nice, but I'm nice because I have a -choice- to be. You take that away, and you'll find yourself assistant-less. Sound fair?" He asked, before simply taking another sip of his gatorade. Nicholas was nice most of the time, but the one thing he -was not- going to let happen was to be bullied around by someone who looked younger than him.

Looks like white-boy here is at least [i]trying[/i] to have a spine. Trying and succeeding are two different things, but Jago had to give him props here. "Maaaaaaan," Jago gave Nicholas an aside-glance, laughing boisterously, "Think I'm some rich bitch that never got [i]worked[/i]? I don't need an assistant, so don't worry about that." He had to answer the man-servant comment, because he wasn't going to let him [i]think[/i] he needs one. The rest was ultimately what Jago wanted to hear. He knew that Urchin-girl probably had some reefs to fuck, so he doubted she would make a good training buddy. But Nicky-boy here? At least he'd make a training bud. Maybe not a good one, but Jago's options were running out. "Sure, sure... I give what I take." He laughed, "You help me, I help you, get it?"

Though, Jago had some other ideas. He started walking up into the training floor. He stopped and turned halfway towards Nicholas, "What? Don't want to get started now? Believable Nicky! I had such high hopes for you."