[h1][u][color=aba000]Leval Lamrue[/color][/u][/h1]

[@The One] [@Maria 127]

The monster came forth and then there was a rather confusing series of events. The monster began to grow, separating itself from Leval's illusions before Arken appeared and, using his hand like a fine blade, stabbed his arm into the creature wrenching out the energy source. Then Arken tossed it back into his arms, apparently entirely at ease with him holding it. Leval, somewhat dazed from the explosion of motion and power, absentmindedly removed some of the creatures fluff from his arm before it disappeared. Arken gave him a lecture on his this fit into his own particular theories and Leval handed him the report that he had made during the early morning. Arken then reminded him of agreement to befriend the demon Pozuzy, insisting that while Pozuzy was the stronger of the two with illusions, they would have a lot to learn from one another. Leval shifted his feet uncomfortably, having another illusionist at the Academy was one thing, but to have one better at the craft than he was? Leval maintained a resolved expression on his face however, not wanting to appear childish in his insecurities. Arken dismissed him and left the room, as he did Leval saw Zephroth's head peer into the room.

Leval quirked his head slightly to the side looking at the Sabertooth, he motioned with one hand for the him to come into the room if he wanted. Leval did not particularly want to head back to his room in any case. He turned the training room machine back on, and imagined the Masked Man once again. All through the night, Leval trained. Brought continuously emptying out his energy reserves and fighting in that state for as long as he could only to refill them back up to their natural maximum and turning the infinite energy setting off once again. [color=aba000][i]'Shela was lost because I was weak, I won't lose because of my own overconfidence. I won't make that mistake.'[/i][/color] He left the training room open in case Zephroth wanted to join him.

An hour before Arken sounded the assembly bell, Leval had fallen asleep. He did not particularly need much due to the nature of the training room, but Leval assumed that at least some sleep was better than none at all. When the assembly did ring, Leval sleepily resisted its wakeful charms for as long as he could, but finally stood up with a sigh. [color=aba000]"Good morning Zephroth...,"[/color] he mumbled. He used his illusion magic to make himself look and smell presentable until he had a chance to clean up a little bit. Still wearing his not torn and frayed cloak, he entered the assembly room. Arken greeted them all giving a small recap of events as well as new room assignments.  They were all transported back into the training room. Leval blinked somewhat wearily, it seemed as though he could have stayed in the nice imaginary bed he had made for himself after all. Leval watched the new students perform their abilities, but watched Pozuzy with some intensity. 

The demon of Sin, as Arken had called it (Leval had never been one to spend a particular amount of time studying demon lore), seemed to be attempting to scare the class... with a musical number. Leval blinked rapidly, turning his head to a 45 degree angle, and mouth somewhat ajar in confused disbelief. When his plan to scare the younger students obviously did not succeed, he grew genuinely frightening for a moment. Leval caught the look in Arken's eye and nodded over to him, reassuring him that had not forgotten the promise he had made to him the night before. Leval moved closer to the Demon of Sin and whispered. [color=aba000]"You know that wasn't half bad. I think you would have gotten them if you known what they were really afraid of..."[/color]