[h2]Linxi[/h2]

Yep, the newcomers were definitely interesting. Linxi noticed a few stand-out peculiarities amongst them: a young man with a blindfold, a boy who seemed to talk to his book… and a small girl with some rather grim-looking companions. Her eyes snapped across the room, however, when she noticed something: a ripple in space, and a girl being suddenly transported across the ship. Curiosity flashed on Linxi’s face as she began making her way toward the girl. She decided against teleporting around the crowd. Edward had his limits, and she didn’t want to antagonize him [i]too[/i] much. Instead, she began to make her way toward the teleporting girl, who had ducked behind a pillar.

Fortunately, the object of Linxi’s intrigue came out of her hiding place. The assistant beamed brightly, nodding as the girl nervously spoke up. “Nice to meet ya, Xanara!” A hand, pale as porcelain, extended out toward the young psychic. Linxi smiled a wide smile, lights seeming to dance against her shiny black eyes. “Oh, well I hope I didn’t disappoint you! There aren’t too many of us, not that REALLY focus on playing with space, anyway.” A mastery of spatial distortion was an uncommon thing. Many spellcasters studied the basics of teleportation, sure, but it was usually only a matter of convenience, a small detour to augment their existing abilities. Few dedicated the majority of their time to the art of getting to places one shouldn’t be able to get to.

Linxi looked the girl over, still smiling warmly. “Yknow, I saw that little number a minute ago.” She gestured toward the spot where Xanara had been standing before. “It was really good! You didn’t end up in this, so that’s always a plus. Yknow, if I had a silver for every time I had ended up in a wall I think I could buy this airship… maybe a whole fleet!” She giggled, patting the pillar next to them.

“By the way, big fan of the outfit, where’d you find it?” Linxi beamed. A fellow teleportation specialist was one thing, but it was rare that she met other people who shared her passion for midriffs. 
[@Random Kitty]
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[h2]Kellin Caen[/h2]

Kellin had been making a show of staring out the window at the rapidly-approaching academy. In reality, he had been glancing back and forth between the great window before him and the ocean of irregularity that was the crowd behind him. He knew to expect a certain amount of eccentricity when coming to an academy for spellcasters, but the girl with the spectres surrounding her made him nervous. It didn’t help that Linxi decided to interject herself into the situation, felling his hopes that perhaps the adults would be a bit easier to deal with.

While contemplating the bizarre situation he now found himself in, the thin young man was made aware of one of the other students approaching him. He looked as though he’d been through a bit of a rough time, but compared to some of the others he was perfectly normal, hell, something about the way the young man carried himself even seemed familiar. As the stranger motioned toward a lead bracelet, Kellin nodded, tapping his staff against the floor. He smiled at the amber-haired boy, speaking up. “Good eye! Yep, guilty as charged.” He jutted a hand out. “Call me Kellin.”

[@PigeonOfAstora]
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A soft bell echoed throughout the airship, signalling that their voyage was at its end.

“We’ll be making preparations to land, please be sure to gather your belongings.” The Captain’s voice cut through the din of the excited crowd effortlessly.