[h1][u][color=aba000]Leval Lamrue[/color][/u][/h1]
[@PharaohAtem][@The One]

The sphere of woven trees that he had been guarding suddenly moved away from him, and in his haste to catch up to it lost track of the rest of the scene. So when the battle ended in what seemed to be a moment and Arken teleported in their midst, it took Leval by more than a little surprise. Arken praised some, Leval included, and rebuked others, like Sekhemi, and as he spoke Leval felt energy swirl back into him, all the small threads of his magic somehow recalling into his magic. Whatever Arken had done seemed to speed along Ash's and Cinder's healing abilities as well, the blood coming from Leval's head ceased its flow and he felt the wound scabbing over. Even the large bruise from Wukong's blow seemed to have vanished. With a simple snap of his fingers, Arken teleported all of them, at once, to the an incredible, Grand Hall. 

Leval was a bit too stunned for proper reflection and contemplation of the events that had just transpired. Arken went over the rules as to what was and was not allowed at the ordinary Mythical Academy. As Arken spoke, his mind readjusted to this new situation and then began to move in overtime. Each of these rules were interesting in their own respect, especially the first, but it was what he said about how they were each aligned that grabbed most of his attention. It was obvious from the earlier situation that some of these people had definitely dark aligned interests. [i][color=aba000]'Why would he allow people that have darker aligned interest along with those with more light aligned? It would be one thing if it was just one or the other, but wanting to help both is rather odd. What is his goal here? Why help us all increase our powers? I should've thought of this before I accepted the invitation.'[/color][/i] For now though Leval decided that what he needed was some time to think on his problems. Maybe lunch as well. 

Shela approached him and shyly told him it was alright if he did not want to be her roommate. Leval looked at the girl curiously, head slightly tilted to one side. He had not had the opportunity to actually examine the girl whose life he had saved. She couldn't have been older than 13 years old and had an air of persistent sadness with her. He looked around the room and spotted a map, at the same time he spotted Wukong coming towards him with his hand ready to slap his back once again. Leval blanched and reacted quickly with his new found energy. He weaved an exact copy of himself in his exact position, vanished from sight and rolled away. The illusory Leval slammed against a nearby wall and popped with a burst of confetti. Leval stood up, brushed himself off and reappeared. [color=aba000]"Wukong you should know, humans are a lot weaker than your kind. That last slap on the back nearly killed me. Maybe just a thumbs up okay? See you at the training. Shela, follow me."[/color]

He held out his hand in case, Shela needed assistance, but would take no insult if she decided not too. He led her down the halls towards their room. As he went he saw Pozuzy [@The One] upside down, with a large grin on his face. He glanced and saw that the door number had been changed to '666.' He sent down a thread of sound illusion magic that whispered only into Pozuzy's ear,[color=aba000]"You forgot to do the other doors in the hall."[/color] Further down the hall, he found their room and opened the door with a soft squeak. It was more like a small apartment than anything. There was a small kitchen area, two rooms, two bathrooms, and a sitting space. He pulled up a chair for Shela in the sitting area and peeked inside one of the bedrooms. He sent a weave around the entire room, styling it in the fashion that he assumed Shela would like, her beaver being the center point of the style. Overall, the room gave off a positive, and more importantly a comforting feeling.

He closed the door again, and grabbed a pack of chicken and veggies and began to cook. Despite being extremely basic in preparation, the room filled with the smell of fresh chocolate cookies and cinnamon, despite that being clearly not was being prepared. The scents filtered out the door and into the hall of the third floor, enticing those who smelled it. [color=aba000]"Shela, you are entirely welcome to stay here with me. We are going to have an excellent meal and then head back down there with our stomachs full. When you are ready, you should look at your room."[/color] He turned, suddenly wearing an illusory, bright pink apron with her stuffed beaver's face on it.