[center][h1]Elvira, Jais, Ezra[/h1][/center] 

[center][i] A few minutes after Jett and Ezra's fight....[/i][/center]

A jeep pulled up onto c soon after the battle between Jett and Ezra a large older man with long white hair jumped out of the passenger seat and ran over towards the two fallen fighters, his steps were nimble, quick and graceful as he lept over the wreckage of the war zone of C. He he slid the last few feet and came to a stop over Jett. His hands reaching out gingerly as he touched the top of Jett's head, inspecting the wound. 

He let out a sigh when he felt Jett's breath barely on his other hand. Looking over to Ezra he couldn't help but smile. That damn boy managed to take that larger one down despite all his wounds and being nearly knocked out moments before that. He sure had some grit.

His thoughts turned to Ezra, impressed that the boy was still awake after The head butt with Jett and being driven into the ground head first. His unorthodox fighting style made it clear he wasn't formally trained, but just a natural fighter.

“Impressive fight boy… though you two may have gone a bit overboard.” He said to Ezra, while not looking directly at him, but close enough. 

He looked up and nodded to the two assistants that came with him. They brought over a stretcher, but quirky realized that Ezra was too big for it and decided to pick him up under his arms and legs. While the man picked up Jett gently and surprisingly easy and held him as a father would a sleeping child, carrying him back to the Jeep as quickly as he could without jarring Jett around.

Ezra’s consciousness was hanging on by a thread, and he was quite surprised to find that somebody had come to pick him up so quickly. He didn’t think he was exceptionally injured, he’d imagine that he’d heal quite quickly with the little thinking capacity he had left after that fight, but he was genuinely impressed with the response rate.

His eyes were barely open due to the blood dripping from his forehead, as he was taking precautions to preventing it from getting into his eyes, but he had noted that he had said something to him, which he had just about made out when he had spoken through the pounding headache that was present.

“Ye.. that little fella was stronger than I thought. I’m shocked that it got that far when we ain’t even use our quirks.” he was barely able to speak, and it was questionable that Jais would have even heard the faint voice, but Ezra visibly had a smile on his face despite all odds. He had found the competition that he had been searching for

Elvira was under strict orders. Stay in the car and don’t even think about hopping out to wander til her heart’s content. She had a habit of straying - whether orders were stapled to her shoulders or not. There was just so much to see, so much to experience. You didn’t need emotions to appreciate true, natural, beauty. Her hand closest to the car door handle itched at her side. All five fingers flexed and curled repeatedly in quick succession ‘til nail marks were left upon her palms and her joints began to ache. 

How could she meekly sit still in this car all by herself when she knew he was out there? It had been so long. Weeks? Months? In reality, whatever the girl decided on, it was bound to be much shorter than that but rational thinking was out the window. A feeling similar to boredom drove it out without an inkling of slowing down. What was taking so long? Jais had said there was a fight, battle? Elvira couldn’t quite remember what he had said. All she’d heard was the name of the boy competing. That’s all that was needed. 

The impatient brunette turned her head towards the window, eyes narrowed in an attempt to fight of the sun. Was that…? Jais! She knew the outline of that man better than she knew any other. One had to remember those who offered such generosity. Elvira noticed that he wasn’t alone either. Someone was cradled within his arms and didn’t seem to be showing any attempts of carrying their own weight. Mind you, the situation didn’t appear to be normal. 

Without thinking, both of Elvira’s hands reached out to the door handle. Her eyes never left the rapidly approaching figure of the two men coming her way. Colour, she could live without. Sight? Not so much. It took her longer to fling open the door with the lack of focus than it ever would. If she had been paying attention, her need for efficiency might have alerted her to that fact. 

“Jais? Who’s that? Is it Jetty? What’s the matter? What happened? Is that normal?” 

The flurry of questions, despite being slowed by her natural way of speaking, came out in such an order that answering any she posed would require dissection of the highest surgical precision.

Jais looked up as he heard Elvira get out of the vehicle and call out to him. “That child…” he sighed. As she ignored his orders. He didn't want her to see Jett like this, not that she wouldn't see him like that in the jeep. But she insisted she come with him instead of waiting in the observation room. He didn't want her to fret, 

“Yes it's Jetty…” he answered in a deep calm voice. He was sucked into what he called Jett at home. Continuing “He just knocked out from his fight with this lad here.” He motioned with his head. “ This happens from time to time… he should be fine.” He lied. That laceration on his head looked pretty deep. It was clear he had a concussion. He always pushed himself to his limit. 

As he passed her he laid Jett in the back of the jeep, next to Ezra. He then turned to Elvira. “I need you to hold his head child as we drive back. Can you do that?” He should have been fine. Better safe than sorry though, and it would give her something to do. One of the assistant's placed a gauze over Jett's head and wrapped it, while the other stabilized the kids neck. They had to leave the back gate open for his legs to fit. 


Elvira watched Jais with such intensity with those purple eyes of hers (albeit one was hidden by the choppy bang over her right eye), others would have most likely turned away within a second. Every move of a muscle, each blink of the eye, she noted. Though a link was needed to manipulate the emotional state of a host, one was certainly not needed to observe the current emotions running through someone. You had to be careful around her. Just like a child, Elvira observed the most minute of details. Ones that could end up betraying the façade. Still new to this however, the forced calmness of Jais’s voice prevented her from discovering his true state. That and the fact that the majority of her mental capacity was now absorbing her new role as nurse. 

“Yes… I can do that.” Elvira responded in a voice quieter than usual. 

She didn’t know why, but the severity of the situation was one that she swore she could feel. It hung in the air and plucked all conversation from it. If she reached out her hand, she was adamant she’d feel it brush against her fingertips. Elvira, however, was not brave enough to experience such a thing. One palm came to gently rest upon Jett’s right cheek while the other came a little lower upon his left - the point where his jaw curved and met his cheek - to stabilise  his head. 

This wasn’t Jett. He wasn’t moving enough. Wasn’t spouting nonsense or cracking a silly joke that only Elvira would find amusing. She never knew just how much of a hole there was when Jett wasn’t around until she was this close and forced to acknowledge his absence. At least back home she could console herself with the fact that she simply couldn’t be near him. 

Briefly, her eyes glanced over Jett to land on the boy beside him. What was his name again? Elvira… didn’t seem to care. All she knew was that it was his fault on why Jetty was like this. Happens from time to time? Academies condoned knocking each other unconscious? No, they didn’t. Couldn’t. Often, Elvira would ask others if the questions running through her head and the assumptions she made were correct but this one just didn’t seem to fit. 

“What happens now?” Elvira turned her head to look within the rear mirror - conversations were easier when looking at the person’s face. “To Jetty? To… him?” She gave the boy beside Jett one more glance, eyebrows furrowed just that tad more, then turned her head back to it’s previous position. “Do they get pinched by the ear?” Though she spoke with the utmost seriousness, what she said had quite the comical background. The two younger Havens, when in trouble, would comment with trembling lips about how their mother would ‘pinch them by the ear’ if they ever misbehaved severely. Elvira had then judged that to be the highest disciplinary action possible. 

The two men who were with them glanced at each other at her form of punishment. With queer looks on their faces, asking the silent question of who was this girl?! But they said nothing, as the radio crackled to life informing them that two more students were injured at C. 

Jais motioned for them to carry on quickly. They quickly scanned the area to see the other two students on the ground. “These students are going to be a handful… That much is clear.” Jais said as the jeep turned over and made its way over to the other students. Jais turned his head back towards Elvira though he could see her just fine with his minds eye. “ The punishment if any will come from the Headmaster. You must remember young lady, this is a hero academy… this is what they train themselves to face for the rest of their pro careers.” Looking forward he tried to see outside the car as far as he could, not that it helped. Cars were insulated for noise. So everything was dark within five feet. 

He continued “... I while this is an extreme case, I doubt it would lead to expulsions.” 

He then added softly to himself. “Not when there is so much talent and potential in one class. More than I have ever had before…”



Throughout the entire explanation and reasoning, her hands stabilizing Jett’s face didn’t move an inch. Her eyes swivelled back to Jett’s face and began to scan for any signs of his awakening. Jais did have a point. Out of the two of them, he was the one most familiar with situations such as this one. In fact, of all the people in this car; Jett, Jais, the assistants, even the giant, Elvira knew the absolute least.

Quirks ranged from simple enhancements of strength to full-blown transformations beyond the human form. Oh boy, did this academy house many on each end of the spectrum. Casualties like this, Elvira supposed, were the ‘average’ around here. Besides, these two were the result of an almost quirkless fight - if she’d heard the static of the radio right. Both assistants were too preoccupied with treating the wounded to shield Elvira from what was truly going on like Jais had attempted to do. She only hoped that other potential heroes were just as robust and adaptable as these two boys had been. 


The jeep came to a stop in front of the two students Acion and Reina. Where he stepped out and made his way over to the students. He knelt down next to Riena to see if she was ok first. Noticing she was still awake He then asked Acion, “Can you walk...or fly lad? Or do you need a ride back?”

After receiving an answer from Acion, Jais turned back to the girl and said, "Come on... let's get you to the infirmary."