[@ERode][@Psyker Landshark][@AThousandCurses]

[b][h3]CLASSROOM 104[/h3][/b]

A strong swirling of power filled the room, as if a harsh gust from atop the peaks of vast canyons was unleashed upon the surrounding area. Otis and Iraleth would, for that brief moment, feel the sensation of flight despite possessing legs firmly planted on the hardwood planks of room 104. This feeling was not unlike the harsh yet exhilarating chaos of rapid travel brought on by transportation into an overcharged leyline, but with none of the crushing or intrusive assaults on one's defenses. They - and by extension the Seeker and the Inheritor - chased something intangible, while existing as nothing more than words themselves. The Seeker, relegated to the role of pursuer, required chains to bind down and draw closer the retreating blip that existed as, similarly but lesser, a word yet to be spoken. Many other blips resided in this place, but only this one was so erratic, desperate and exiled from the rest. 

It was fortunate, then, that the Seeker would find support in the Inheritor's might.

This blip was, after some seconds of poking and prodding, restrained. It clawed in an attempt to remain free and true to itself, but its time was short and its light dim, weathered by Ascendia's unknowable rules. When the Seeker's chains had finally bound it, empowered by the Inheritor, the blip's exhaustion was unquestionable, its need for release obvious.

Though it wouldn't be longer than five or six seconds in reality, the full perceptions of the duo would once more return to the world on their own side, and Davil's screaming body would be flung headlong through the feather. He tumbled a few feet, landing on his back in front of the teacher's desk, bound in chains and shivering as if frozen solid seconds prior. His body appeared unharmed, and yet he continued to shake against the chains, his lip quivering and his breath ragged. "Huuu... huuu..." The Wund would attempt to stabilize his breathing, but he was near hyperventilating as he shivered. Despite this, he was seemingly unharmed, with no bruises, burns or broken bones to be found.

Davil's eyes were wide as he aimlessly stared at the ceiling while laying on his back, not even attempting to remove the iron bindings clasped around him. "Haaa... haaa..."

To complicate matters further, the arcane sigil on the floor at the room's center would go from nearly extinguished to near blinding, were one to look directly at it - a sign that the teacher and students of room 104 would return in mere seconds.

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[@Estylwen]

[b][h3]WINGRAM CLINIC[/h3][/b]

"Wind out of my sails, you truly did undergo an extraordinarily hands-on first class, didn't you?" The receptionist looked over Ciara with a furrowed brow, then stared out into the waiting room at the other students. Some had nicks or bruises, others seemed to have sustained some kind of allergies or minor colds, but Ciara alone appeared to be bleeding and stumbling so drastically in comparison. After a few indecisive clicks of his pen and the biting of his lower lip, the weary receptionist nodded his head.

"That's fine, I wasn't expecting a wound like that on day one is all," he would mutter as his own Adapa made contact with the clinic's leather book. Shortly thereafter, he would input some kind of code into his Adapa, away from Ciara's view, and then glance at her while pointing with his thumb to the door on his right, next to the desk. "Through there, last door on the left. Doctor Payton will see you momentarily."

Were she to comply, Ciara would spend the next several minutes waiting within a rather standard, modernized clinic room with all of the usual equipment afforded to such a place. What was once a luxury that only Shaktans knew would appear to even find its way into a Neroite campus - something that even the previous generation would have thought to be an impossibility.

As the clock struck 9:45, the door would swing open and in would walk a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ac/a7/29/aca729c0cb2ad704729af92e400aeaa3.jpg]platinum haired woman[/url]. In her hand, she wielded that same leatherbound book from the reception desk as if it were a grimoire of untold secrets, striding into the room as if gliding through air. She'd stop to stare up and down Ciara, taking note of the most obvious places of injury immediately as the book seemed to flip open on its own. Finally, with an expression cold enough to freeze a mammoth, she spoke.

"Origin of injuries, context under which the injuries occurred, and to your best guess, any essence or magic that went into causing harm. Should I know these things to your best guess within an acceptable estimate, your healing may be swift and painless."

Clicking a blue ballpoint pen open, the doctor's hand hovered over her book with silent anticipation. "I am Doctor Payton Sylv. It is an honor to hear the stories of yet another wounded, that I may chronicle them. It is only through your consent and understanding that all of these things will be documented and recorded within this research journal that my Ethos may be of assistance to you. Knowing that your present suffering will not be a secret to me, while also knowing that I will not share it outside of this room, do you consent?"

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[@Sifr]

[b][h3]CAMPUS GROUNDS, FOREST ENTRANCE[/h3][/b]

While moving through the halls of the main building, Chloe occasionally summoned and tapped away at her Adapa before once more dissipating it. She was in a back-and-forth with somebody through essence mail, and it didn't appear as if she was satisfied with their replies, grumbling as she stomped out the northern exit. This journey of hers would eventually take her northwest of the main building, where the frill-elf would continue with purpose towards what appeared to be the campus' forest entrance. As she stood by the stone path, glancing around at the rather empty sector of the campus grounds, it seemed as if she was scanning around to ensure that nobody was following her. Before she could get too deep into this, however, she jolted with anxiety as she pulled up her Adapa, the notification startling her out of her concentration. 

"Unacceptable, utterly unacceptable," she would spit while clenching her fists. Her gaze was locked on whatever message was sent to her, glued to it for at least twenty seconds after finishing before she finally dissipated her Adapa once more.

Her eyes firmly fixed dead ahead, Chloe walked at a brisk pace down the stone paved path and into the forest proper. There most likely wasn't much time left before the attunement ceremony commenced, and yet this lady of nobility with a burned dress would storm off into the woods without hesitation.