Chrys finishes his paper, stretching out. He had a room to himself. Frankly it suited him and he was happy with that. Now that he wasn't sure what he'd find waking up, with his growing powers on the fritz, it was better this way. He had a feeling that what he was experiencing was just a precursor... He looked at his pencil. Just a day ago, he could shift this with ease... yet a hour ago he hemorrhaged from trying to shift a tiny pill. It was infuriating.

As he felt his anger rise, a low hum filled his ears as the familiar field started to seep out of him. He closed his eyes and calmed himself, slowing down his heartbeat. When he opens his eyes, the field is gone. He feels his nose start bleeding again. Swearing he grabs a tissue, holding it to his nose. He notes that he doesn't have much time to get to his class so he charges out, taking what he needs for Combat Encounters as he makes a hasty run to the danfer room, holding the tissue to his nose. By the time he gets there, the bledding has stopped but the tissue is really covered in blood. "Crap... Doc's gonna kill me..." He tosses the tissurme and washes his hands, heading in for the class.