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[h3][color=42B9A8]Hamasaki Elisa[/color][/h3][/center]
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With her melodious voice, Lady Morgana managed to capture everyone’s attention in the auditorium, even those sitting in the most distant corners of the hall. Elisa payed close attention to the woman’s words as she unraveled what this World Journey was all about.
She knew there would be a catch to this; they wouldn’t let them commence on a nice adventure just like that. First things first, Elisa slipped the pen underneath her bra, hoping that no one would try to search for it there. After this she hid the notebook away in her bag, and slid the bracelet around her wrist. She briefly stroked the sleek device, the little geek in her getting a little excited.

Although the girl was thrilled at first, things soon took a turn for the eerier when the auditorium grew dim. Behind her, she heard a door opening up. Quickly she looked around only to find lanky humanoids peering at her through the entrance. For a moment she stood frozen as students around her jumped backwards in the direction of the railing, having nowhere to go. She got snapped back to reality however when others started to fight back, unleashing their powers on the I-men. Almost instinctively she leaped backwards and jumped on the railing, hunching down on it, as she changed form; a tiny sparrow was now looking out over the struggling crowd.

Elisa’s eyes widened as she saw something fall out of the sky: her pen. With a nose dive she let herself drop from the balcony, diving after the object. She did not manage to catch the thing in mid-air however, as it bounced on the ground, somewhere in between the mass of fighting students. Manoeuvring past a group of I-men the bird landed right next to the pen. She skipped the option of picking it up with her beak as she figured it was way too big and slippery to hold it tightly in there, but maybe keeping it in the grasp of her claws would only just work out. She struggled to get hold of the relatively large object with her tiny feet, but after a few tries she managed. As fast as she could Elisa flew up, feeling the gushes of air around her as the creatures tried to reach for her, aiming to swat her out of the sky like she was a fly. [color=42B9A8]“I should have thought this out better! It was bound to go wrong with objects that have not have experienced my power before!"[/color] she cursed at herself inwardly as she flapped as if possessed, desperately trying to get away from the I-men.

At the highest point in the room Elisa let her eyes dart over the area, searching for a way out. She then noticed someone she recognized, a student who was in the same year as her, blasting his way through the obstacles. She grabbed her chance and soared after him, having no trouble following him; even in the huge crowd Sebastian could easily be distinguished by the columns of smoke he left behind. Mostly thanks to him and with a bit of her own agility, Elisa succeeded in escaping. Although it was not his original intention, she'd be sure to thank him for it later; mentally at least, actually saying the words was another thing.

Just before the time she could spend in this form had run out, she landed on the rooftop, letting go of the pen as she did so. Luckily, there were no I-men here to snatch it away from her. Back in her human shape, Elisa stretched her feet that had grown tense from holding onto the object so tightly. She let out a sigh of relief as she felt her muscles loosen up. Picking up the pen she decided to just keep it in her hand for now.
Standing at the edge, the girl looked out over the plaza. She saw clusters of I-men, both near and in the distance, roaming the island. She watched as gradually more and more students exited the building, some in style, others just barely. Although it had not been mentioned as a prerequisite for boarding one of the vessels, Elisa set herself the goal to try and help out some fellow students as well. But now that she was out of the hectic situation, it was time to come up with a plan.