[colour=DimGray][center][h1]Synth Kane[/h1][/center][/colour]

The teacher stood to the back, still watching over the unfolding chaos that was the 500 odd students called by the Director. Was the man's plan to have the heir revealed in the room at this exact time? He surely must have known the characteristics of both the Eye and the person whom held it, so why have everyone fight over it? It wasn't mere competition the Director was after, but it most likely wasn't all out war. So then, what was his motive? Synth racked his brain, trying quite a bit harder than normal to figure out what the hell A was thinking. His thoughts were shattered, however, with the sudden shouting from Alistair.

[h2]"[colour=firebrick]SILENCE[/colour]"[/h2]

Well, so much for figuring out the Director's plans. He stuck his finger in his ear and twisted it a bit, exaggerating the pain a lot more than necessary. A couple of students shouted across to the lightning mage, and it was clear that he wasn't exactly best pleased by it. All the students that he had struck with electricity were now sat, looking rather dazed, and the room had quieted down a considerable amount. Synth decided a good course of action would be to approach Runik, one of the boys that had shouted at the mage.
[b]"Runik, I would advice being quiet. You may not like him, and I am fine with that, but voicing your opinions isn't exactly needed. I'm unsure of his temper, and I would rather not have to stop him injuring you if need be."[/b] and with that done, he walked away and towards Alistair, with whom he would attempt to make conversation with, if possible, even if it were just to prevent any more outbursts.

[b]"Now, Alistair, I'm sure that wasn't entirely necessary, was it? I'm sure the fighting would have stopped on its own, and we do have Rollanda with us to treat the injuries."[/b] he stood above the man sitting at the desk smoking, [b]"And the young Medela Mage is right, you really shouldn't smoke. It's bad for your health."[/b] and with the last sentence the burning end of whatever he was smoking seemingly fell off, like it had been cut by something. Behind him, the ball of fire that was seemingly stuck in time vanished, attracting a few eyes from the crowd.

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