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[h1][color=teal]Lyrah Maddox[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Gymnasium
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: Students
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The fight had quelled but there was still that edge to the air; like anything could happen in a blink of an eye as the staff began to shuffle the first years out from the auditorium and towards the gym. Lyrah tucked her hands into her deep pockets as she tried her best to blend back into the crowd while avoiding physical contact. Not like the other students really paid any attention attention as several knocked into her as they traveled. She could feel their emotions ping off of her. That constant buzz of electricity that would cling to every living being was now pulsing around her as the group marched. Luckily her jacket acted as a barrier. Keeping her safe from unwelcome touches and the cold.

Thankfully it wasn't long before they arrived. [I]'Telekinesis'[/i] she noted dryly as she watched the guard toss a soccer ball out the window. It was a great power to have. Distant but hands on. Lyrah began to mentally take notes about the woman as she had the students line up. It was show case time and the mood had changed from excitement to nervousness and fear, well almost. A rather pale female had flounced up without any hesitation. Lyrah could feel her confusion mirror around her about her as the girl introduced herself. A [i]toon? [/i] Though she wasn't left waiting long before the girl comically blew herself up. She eyed her curiosily as she bpinded happily back into line, that certainly wasn't something she had expected.

Next up was an Asian boy who claimed to have the power of illusion. Albeit, his power seemed quite limited as he looked for a volunteer. It didn't take long beforr a girl asked for what possibly seemed like every stereotypical preteen fantasy but Jin didn't seem to question or hesitate and soon the female looked transfixed on something Lyrah couldn't quite see.

Then there was hesitation that followed, who was next? No one seemed prepared to take the stand, Lyrah included, everyone suddenly too unsure to show off. Fortunately someone else gruffly made her way to the standing circle. Like the boy before her she was of Asian decent and held herself in a simple matter of fact way. She was sharp and to the point. [I]Matter convergence.'[/i] It was an another odd power but possibly useful, she noted. 

As she filed back into rank amother student took her place. Now this was a sight to behold. The teen wasn't shy to quickly point out the two wiggling looking tentacles that attached were her arms should be. Without waiting for the crowds reaction she began to scale the wall- kinda like spiderman, you know, if he left a slime trail behind him. She popped back down and to the bewildered crowd showed off a set of gills before she shuffled back onto line. 

The students muttered among themselves but no one seemed to dare question it. 

Then it was food boy. Lyrah couldn't help but giggle a little at the memory as he walked up to the circle with a muddled look on his face. He awkwardly introduced himself before flinging a little blue light at a nearby wall. The students gasped audibly as they watched part of the wall melt away leaving nothing but a well charred hole. Needless to say, Lyrah was impressed. Now that was a power with some serious potential.

Food boy rejoined his classmates as she decided it was her time. Lyrah had never really done a demonstration before and frankly wasn't quite sure on how to best showcase her skill set. Instinctively she hugged her jacket ever closer as she stepped inside the circle and looked back at the curious faces before her. 

[Color=teal]"My name is Lyrah Maddox, some people call me Lye for short."[/color] she paused without bothering to explain exactly [i]how[/I] she got that nickname. [Color=Teal]"I'm from Valparaiso, Indiana and my talent is being able to create a psychic link to other humans."[/color] She stopped again to take in the reactions which mainly seemed nonplussed at her announcement.

[Color=teal]"To properly explain I'll need a volunteer."[/color]

Almost expecting another willful female volunteer, Lyrah was almost pleased to see a male student step up. As he moved to her side she paused to look up at the figure the dwarfed her slight frame and shrugged off her jacket. Without it she could feel the cold begin to seep into her skin and the muffled curious energy spike around her. She continued to speak to the crowd but kept her eyes firmly on the boy before her, [color=teal]"Every living thing has energy. From animals to plants and of course humans. Most of the time energy will just slide off each other as two living things pass one another. Some creatures are even capable of communicating with each other through it; particularly plants."[/color] Lyrah explained as she began to circle the boy who was looking less confident and more uneasy under her almost predatory gaze. 

[Color=teal]"But I am not a plant. I don't deal with creatures that aren't of the human variety and I must make initial physical contact."[/color] She stopped before him again before reaching out to touch his bare forearm. There it was; the feeling tingled up her arm and into the nape of her neck. She could feel his emotions press against her. There was confusion, curiosity and just a hint of fear. Lyrah smiled coyly before her eyes darkened. She summoned from the pit of her core her most strongest emotion; rage. To the crowd it would look like nothing as her lips pressed firm into a scowl but she could feel her emotion feed into him. The irritation that flashed and the subtle twitching in his hands. 

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!"

He suddenly cried, limbs shaking in rage as he stomped angerly around the gym. The students took a step back and Lyrah looked over with a small smirk, [color=teal]"But that's not all folks."[/color] she chimed sweetly.

Her face softened as she changed the flow. Slowly he began to stagger as his eyes drooped. All the fury that seemed to overwhelm him a moment ago began to seeo away as his body staggered with exhaustion. He lay down on the ground as if to catch his breath before leaning back to pass out. This was always tricky. Not everyone was easy to push into slumber. Luckily for her she was dealing with teens and not trained adults. [Color=teal]"Sleep is extremely important to humans. It helps our subconscious deal with stress and process information but it also leaves us extremely open. There's a lot you can learn from someone by stepping into their subconscious, that is- if you don't get lost in the chaos."[/color]

Lyrah sat down inside the circle and placed her hands on her legs. Closing her eyes she looked like she was simply just sitting there but there was much more going on. Lyrah slowed her breathing as the crowds energy melted away from her. All that flowed came from the resting boy. It was like stepping into a whirlpool. The warmth and the feeling of bubbles rushing against your skin. It was soothing in a way. While in her minds eye darkness exploded with colors and sounds that didn't belong to her. He was dreaming. A simple thing, hero's fighting against villains in a black and white take on good and evil. Of course he was the star of the scene, as are many with their bloated egos. Lyrah stepped carefully. She sifted through the dream sequence. Pulling out darker villains. Stronger enemies. She pushed for his subconscious to change the scene to something more [i]memorable[/i]band she was rewarded quickly for her efforts as his heroic dream self openly weeped for a fallen comrade. 

She pressed on the emotion and felt her visual change. Suddenly she wasn't the little dark haired girl who sat on the gym floor but a plucky blonde toddler in a house who's walls had begun to peel with age. Her target was before her but much, much, younger. She let the dream sequence play as soon a small horror unfolded. An attempted robbery that ended in [i]murder[/i]. 

There was no telling how much time had passed in the real world but as Lyrah began to peel herself out of his subconscious she could hear his weeping echo off the gyms walls. Blinking as she came back to reality she watched nonchalantly as the poor boy sobbed on the floor, wracked by the pain and torment of watching his little sister die over and over. Lyrah stood up without a sound and wrapped herself back in her protective coat. [Color=teal]"Dreams are where you are most vulnerable."[/color] she muttered. His sorrow battered against her and her body rocked from the fatigue of pushing herself so far so quickly. Stepping over to him and kicked his legs lightly to wake him up. 

Sorrow was quickly replaced with confusion and a lingering taste of bitterness as his dream melted to the back of his mind. "What happened?" He inquired.

Lyrah didn't bother to answer as she moved back to her place in line. A sour expression etched into her face. Unfortunately she'd be tied to him for the rest of the day. Feeling his bewilderment. His lingering anger and loss. It was irritating.