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[h1][color=teal]Lyrah Maddox[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Powerbound Academy- Auditorium
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: Alexis Hunter- Quami J. Prince [sub]([@ashevelendar], [@LokiLeo789])[/sub]
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Of course the amusing question about food wasn't the final act of the day. Once the sudents laughter had subsided more questions started cropping up, all asked without being called upon. By this point she was bouncing on the balls of her feet with irritation. She just wanted them to shut up and move on. They'd adjust or find out eventually. Surely there would be a pamphlet, there was [i]always [/i] some sort of pamphlet, that'd go back over everything the headmaster had just covered. 

Then there it was, a voice that rang out sharply above the chatter. Causing Lyrah to choke down a chuckle as a mouthy young woman spoke up. It was nice to see that spmeone else was feeling particularly anxious to get past this but her flagrant disrespect caused a ripple in the energy as students whipped their heads back to stare slack jawed at the youth. While a spark of delight flushed across her skin Lyrah heard a male's voice speak up over the murmur of the crowd. 

[Color=orange]"Well shit, can you be anymore of a bitch?"[/color]

Oh, yes. She could feel the stupid grin pull across her face. The quick temper of humanity was always right there beneath the surface. All it ever needed was just a subtle  [i]spark [/i], which by judging the aggressive way the youth held herself as she faced the dark skinned teen Lyrah could tell this girl was all about sparks.

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"Now,now. I never called you a bitch, kiddo. I never called your mother one either, even if she was but...I'll give you...let's say. 5 seconds to apologize for those words before...those idiots there--"[/color] she pointed with a hand to the security guards [color=gray]"--will have to save your ass. I ain't in a good mood today but you're lucky. Too many, so called heroes, here to outright kill you, so I give you a choice. Apologize or I'll forget where we are. You've got 3 more seconds now. "[/color]
 
Once the mini tirade ceased to pour from her lips, Lyrah's own interest had begun to wane. Was that is? All this seemingly spit-fired woman had to offer? 'Apologize or die'? She couldn't quite hide the disappointment that graced her features. She wanted a show down between supers. She wanted to see what these [i]special[/i] children could do but instead the girl was nothing more than a bag of hot wind, trying to declare herself as some supreme on the first day and ultimately holding them up. 

Her eyes flickered over to the boy. It was clear he was taking in the threat with a calm and clear head though Lyrah could spot a bit of amusement etched into the fine lines of his face. Not a moment later did he clear the air with a pointed joke before turning and starting into the woman with a collected coolness. As each word slipped past his lips there was a heat that had begun to build, his dialect was edged with tones as sharp as razors and Lyrah could feel the tension grow thick. He was challenging the girl. Goading her. But behind her she could feel the staff begin to rouse. There would be no show down as the administrators would quickly nip the two quarrelsome teens drama in the bud but there was a promise for later and later was all Lyrah needed. 

[Color=teal]"Oh, shut up."[/color]

She spoke up suddenly, taking a few steps towards the pair leveling them both with a steely gaze before turning to focus on the girl.

[Color=teal]"Heads up, [i]princess[/i], all you're managing to do is hold up this whole-" [/color] her hands gestured widely around her before returning to their folded state, [color=teal]" irksome ordeal. So, as the gentleman so elegantly stated, no one gives two flying fucks about your feelings or that watery attempt at a threat. So how about you button that sweet mouth and take a seat."[/color] There was ice in her words and a smile on her lips. Lyrah rarely spoke up but she didn't want this anger to quell; she wanted it to simmer.