[center][h1][color=gold]Jordan Manilow[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [@Spriggs27][@Old Amsterdam][@Zelosse][@Sailorsadie][@RoccanIronclad][@Stern Algorithm] [hr] Jordan sat from his perch, ass buzzing faintly thanks to the pink-haired boy's efforts. He sincerely hoped the boy would give up, if only so that Jordan could stop feeling his hair stand on end, even more so than usual. He raised an eyebrow at the student down below who in a fit of striking observance, had the gall to label Jordan a hobo. Jordan chewed at his lip, considered, and then nodded at that. After all, she hadn't seen the Shed. None of them had, and hopefully never would. Jordan was fine with his students believing that age-old myth that the teachers lived at school, waking up at the precise time their classes began and going into sleep mode during the holidays. He held his tongue, wondering if any of the students would defend his honour. After all, he'd put down more two-bit tykes of her ilk in his day than he could count on both of his hands and feet, at least. All the same, he started devising comebacks almost by accident, all of them vastly inappropriate and vastly hilarious. The temperature dropped markedly, and Jordan thought for just a second that the headmaster had come to spectate, before he noted the girl who looked slightly uncomfortable standing next to Felix as the probable source of the chill. [i][color=gold]That might also be his girlfriend,[/color][/i] Jordan thought absently. He felt kind of bored at this point, waiting for more projectiles, or at least a ratcheting up of intensity from his pupils. This level of cold was as likely to affect him as was the static currently tingling against his butt. Jordan's interest was piqued by the beginnings of a tremor, signalling an earth elementalist, before he saw the beginnings of infighting emerge. One girl started questioning Felix's girlfriend, while the fire user himself began attempting to counteract his girlfriend's powers, which clearly were not properly focused. The end result, while impressive individually, resulted in Manilow leaning back and enjoying the sunshine while a possible threat neutralized itself. These kids were eons away from true teamwork, truly fulfilled potential, and that was why Jordan's enjoyment of the weather could remain only as a façade. His expression was grim, though none of them would see it. They [i]needed[/i] to work together, and prevail as a united force, if what was happening to Kano, maybe even to Jordan himself, if that progressed... A crackling noise broke the silence of Jordan's thoughts and he rolled backward on instinct, coming up in a kneeled position on the bleachers themselves. The edge of which had now been covered over with ice, where he'd been sitting moments before. Perhaps a more talented ice user had decided to take action, or that girlfriend of Felix's had more control than he gave her credit for. Either way, Jordan stood up now and felt the tingling in his feet through his shoes, a faint vibration under which he could feel the current of electricity pulsing. Maybe he was writing his students off too quickly. After all, the current was just as strong here as it was on the bars near the pink-haired boy, and Jordan wagered the current retained its force along the whole of the bleachers. An impressive feat. Not sufficient to subdue their teacher, but notable nonetheless. Jordan was making to peek over the edge, maybe toss a few taunts, and see to what end the drama below had progressed before he felt a shadow come over him. Looking up, he saw a cloud familiar, or elemental, filled to bursting with rain. [color=gold]"Fuck."[/color] Jordan breathed. He ran in the other direction, students forgotten as the cloud kept pace with him, the beginnings of rain crackling down on the bleachers. Not for the first or the last time, Jordan cursed water users with all of his worst obscenities. Jordan rapidly approached the end of the bleachers, running out of room and ideas. Desperate, in a way he hadn't expected his students to bring out in him, Jordan skidded to a stop at the bleachers' edge. The cloud came over him, and with it came the rain, a conductor which could increase the electric potential, lower his resistance to devastating or even lethal levels. Jordan's power came fitfully, and then in a flood, all of his will concentrated above him. It wasn't enough. Jordan felt his body grow slick with rain, felt the water weakening his resistance, flowing down in moments to meet the bleachers. Jordan waited for pain, burning, and very bad smells. A tiny shock jolted up his spine, before subsiding. The Gym Teacher blinked, and then realized he couldn't feel the electricity at this end of the bleachers. No vibrations. And then he felt ridiculous. Lucky, foolish, and a little bit embarrassed. Clearly his body was by no means the most direct path for the charge to take back to the ground. If Jordan had been facing a trained and competent lightning user, getting wet would have meant death, for even the most hardy of earth elementalists. However in his current untrained state, this student was unable to provide sufficient will to overcome the natural laws of his element. It had merely been an unpleasant coincidence, then, that Jordan had almost been overcome by children without any training using the barest measures of their strength, in disorganized concert, had it not? Standing silent in the rain, Jordan Manilow shivered, his mind roiling at the implications.