Jideh had suspected something like this would happen, and he wondered if there truly were evil spider elementals prowling the forest at all times. It struck him as something worth noting in the Academy's introduction pamphlet. Suspicions aside, the spider seemed real enough and before Jideh had come up with a plan of action he was being yanked along by Kanako. 

"I'm– Ow! Ow! ARGH!" Jideh was being whipped at by branches, tripping over himself, and being disoriented beyond belief. "KANAKO, STOP RUNNING!" Jideh yanked his hand back, and stopped abruptly. He got his breath back, and listened carefully. There was faint crashing in the brush around them, but they'd successfully lost their way off the beaten path. On top of that, a fog was rolling in, obscuring vision even further. 

"I'm Jideh! Kanako, stay close to me and don't get lost!" He looked for her, hoping to find her close at hand. "I can't suspend my disbelief any longer, there's foul play going on. I don't care if they said we shouldn't use our elemental powers, if anything this should probably be a test of our powers! Kanako, are you with me on this? I have an idea, a trick I can do which may work, if we're lucky."

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Jordan heard voices but as the fog rolled in, visibility shrank. [i]DAMN YOU KANO![/i] Jideh roared furiously inward, remaining silent. He shouldered the thing he was holding, and crept up through the brush, as quiet as a shadow. The silhouettes became clear enough and their voices loud enough for Jordan to make out that they were three girls. First years of course, and Jordan barely suppressed his evil cackle at that. Jordan thought he could see another silhouette but it was less clear. Could be he was seeing things.

[i]Let me see... That first girl is Vera Wynn? Light elementalist. Beside her is Lyra Andor, wind elementalist. And last but not least we have ShiZen, the water elementalist. Shame then, that there was no fire elementalist. But not so much of a shame as that.[/i]

Jordan waited patiently for a lull in conversation, cocked his precious possession, and took a breath. He couldn't help but grin then, when he raised up his arms, took aim, and fired.

...

Or rather, watered. [i]OF COURSE I'M NOT GOING TO SHOOT AT CHILDREN! WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M A MONSTER?[/i]

Bombardments of pressure-propelled icy cold water blasted through the mist, roaring towards the three girls, splashing against everything but especially the tree, which had the exact effect Jordan had planned for, doubling the amount of moisture propagated. If this was a war zone, Jordan would classify the casualty rate as catastrophic for the enemy combatants, but as it was, he'd classify as excessively damp! And without waiting to see if they fled or tried to fight, Jordan rolled back into the brush, cackling madly and making sure his water gun was reloading properly.

It was also in Jordan's vested interest that nobody spotted the pink spray-paint on the barrel of the water gun which read, "Catherine's Panties." 

Yeah, Jordan went there. 

Actually there were a multitude of reasons why Jordan didn't want anybody in his shed, whatsoever, but for the sake of his continued state of not being a crippled vegetable, this particular reason was what came to mind.

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