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

[@The One]

Leval leaned against the back of his chair, jaw hanging somewhat open. [color=aba000][i]'Is Arkan really going to give me, an illusionist, an infinite amount of power? Even just for training of mock fights, I could make whatever I wanted. Displays that only exist in my dreams, illusions so-'[/i][/color] Leval stopped himself and thought, really thought about the implications of what having access to such power might do to him and his training.

Sekhemi, to no surprise to Leval, went first displaying an impressive amount of power. His imagined landscape was somewhat more interesting however, for Leval had never seen a God before. He wondered idly in the back of his if he should have taken a photo or something. Rika left went up and gave an explanation of what had happened earlier, before showing off a surprising amount of skill in elemental magic. [color=aba000][i]'Half Demon and half Angel huh? I wonder how that- oh my god he just ripped out his spinal cord. Why?"[/i][/color]
Many others came after: A magical cat boy who was also a prince, apparently the King of Hell himself ([color=aba000][i]'Obviously. This school really just had to up the danger factor every chance it got. I am beginning to doubt Arkan's selection process.'[/i][/color]), a werewolf, a demon summoner who had to be a friend for New Satan, and a paper manipulator who seemed quite jolly.

Of all the displays made before him, Shela's was the one he paid attention to the most. The girl had no powers. No defense. No chance of surviving any of the monstrous creatures around them if they had no choice. Yet here she was, apparently selected by the Headmaster himself to come and join what could possibly be the most dangerous student boy of all time. She had had an extremely difficult life, seemingly plagued only by hardship and strife. Leval rubbed furiously at his eyes, sniffing slightly to maintain control over himself. [color=aba000][i]'The only reason she could be here is if the so-called "hidden power" her parents talked about exists. But still to bring a defenseless-'. [color=aba000]'HOW? I am an illusionist, how am I supposed to -gah! Now's not the time for that, for now concentrate on what's ahead of you.'[/i][/color] His face grew serious and thoughtful once again.

 Leval raised his hand to go next. His mind was made up, despite the small flame of doubt inside him. The room was left entirely unchanged with one large exception. A comfortable looking chair had appeared in the center of the training room. It was covered in cloth, slightly ripped by the tiny hands of generations. The top of the chair looked sunken in as though a large cat had spent a long amount of time lounging in the sun, discoloring it slightly. The bottom looked like the chair could rock slightly back and forth. Leval went forward and sat down in it, extremely comfortable, it gave a slight squeak of protest, the way an old friend might say hello. Leval raised his hand in greeting. [color=aba000]"Hello there. I have introduced myself to many of you already, but for those who do not know I am Leval Lamrue.[/color] He looked around and smiled at some. [color=aba000]"I hope that we will be great friends. Now as for my power, Arkan, there is something you should know."[/color] He stood up and looked the Headmaster straight in the eye. Inside, he felt somewhat discomfited, but this was something he had to declare here and now. [color=aba000]"I would like to turn off  the infinite energy program for my training purposes. Nor do I ever intend to use it during any type of training fight. I also do not intend to set up a perfect environment for myself, though I may add small touches to others if it came to a mock battle. Also I don't understand why several of you were singing, like at all."[/color] Leval stopped talking, not giving any reasons for his decisions, looking at the Headmaster a moment longer before sitting down.

[color=aba000]"Now for my power demonstration."[/color] Sitting in the training room produced chair, Leval sent out an invisible thread of his magic conjuring the image and mass of a loom, only needing to lightly brush his own source of power. Then he conjured large threads of power, spinning the threads into large spools, sending them into their desired locations to set up the project. Leval turned the threads visible for the benefit of his audience. In his hand, the weaver's tool, the shuttle appeared already spooled with the thread of his power. He passed the shuttle gently through the opening between the opening between the threads of power, known as the shed, then pressed a beater down to tighten the thread in place. He did this again somewhat faster this time. Then again. And again. Faster and faster each and every time till his hands were a blur of speed and motion. His eyes unerringly tracked the shuttle pacing back and forth across the shed, strings  dancing along the the vibratic hum of his speed. The scent of hot cloth filled the air. The threads seems to sing with a crystalline note as he continued, almost as though he was playing a many stringed violin. Leval stopped moving his hands at all, sending the thread back and forth with the speed of instinct. Then he stopped, the loom vanishing without a sound leaving only the weave of his magic. He picked it up and turned it so that everyone else could see. A perfect image of the audience before him showed from the weave. There was simply no sign of cloth or sign of its handwoven nature, almost as though a picture had been taken of the scene before him.  [color=aba000]"My power is illusion magic."[/color]

Leval rose and exited the training area, his weave and chair vanishing behind him. Leval was aware that from any standpoint, his display of power had been minimal at best. In fact, he had barely used his energy at all. It was not a flashy display of blaring lights and sounds, or the power he had used on the earth below against Sekhemi or his entourage. What Leval had shown was the sheer technical prowess he had with the skill, taking the art of illusion magic down to its very core, taking the barest amount of material to create a display that should have been impossible to replicate with such little investment, displaying the fine intricacies of the craft. It was skill that could have only been born from his grand efforts and innate gifts in the magic. While not flashy, anyone that knew even the basics of illusion magic would have no doubt of his skill.