[u]Maxamillion "Hulk" Lovecannon[/u]

After getting some scratches healed up, either through partner or airy, Maxamillion took to searching the grounds. He stuck close to their assigned area, heading into classes and whatnot to look for stragglers, but nothing really came of it, just messes and lofty areas of alien quietness. Schools seemed to have this odd sense of dread when they weren't full of life...Getting annoyed with the fruitless endeavor he gave up after what he felt was an excusable time, and headed down to the boy's dorm. Not really caring if it was locked or not. 

Arriving to see a body fly through a window, Maxamillion sighed deep in his throat. At least he hadn't been paired up with that guy, anyone who said so, even by mixing up name, must be an idiot. Shrugging off his authors previous mistakes Max slowly glided into the dorm, a small body had entered before him, obviously not one who took refuge there, she had too much...let's call it grace. 

Walking past the open door Max gave a sideways glance to see the blue haired kid standing alone in the kitchen, he eyes the food with mild interest but decided to ignore it, not stopping his forward motion at all. Coming to his lonely quarters Maxamillion retrieved his friend, the comically long necklace used for exorcising. Without it he didn't really do much in that regard, more of just a kid hyped up enough to punch hard. 

Wrapping the beads around his arm, as it would not easily fit in his pocket, he set out once more. Still not offering words to the others who had gathered now in the rooms. A little group of people, he took not of each of them. He would probably seeing them all often...

"...This is going to be a long week..." He murmured as his footsteps became scratchy over pavement and rubble.

[u]Sel'ar M. Eindz[/u]

After groggily stirring, Sel'ar looked around the area, things still coming to a blur she didn't register where she was. All that her mind retained was, air. She had flown, or fallen, likely fallen. A somewhat panicked looked down, and she found the earth. Under her, just as close as she had hoped it would be, she was safely on her wheels. Wheels? When did she get back there? She didn't remember...perhap-

Jerking her head up, her eyes found her partner. The small figure was holding his/her shirt down to revel their bare shoulder. Asking if it showed any sign of a bruise. "Uhm..." She wasn't sure how to really say it. A decently sized spot of dark was making a home out of his joint. Would he be worried if she exaggerated? He didn't seem like the type...

"Yes..." That would be enough. As long as they got the message and didn't hate her for it, Sel'ar would be content. "I could...look at it for you?" She raised her spindly fingers up a bit, as if to hold something delicate. She hadn't been useful before, but she could be now. 

She pushed herself over, doing her best to not tip too much on the somewhat cluttered ground, and to ignore the new squeak of her tires. "I'm...a healer." She explained simply, she doubted this person wanted her to delve too deep into her background.

"And uhm..." She avoided eye contact now. "It's Sel'ar..." She mumbled at the end, not wanting to correct her partner, in fear of what she might get in return. 

She simply raised her hands once more, repeating the offer to start her work. She wondered how many others were injured. She would be glad to help, yet sad that she needed to.