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

As Leval waited for Manta to respond to his greeting, more students came out and introduced themselves. Leval shifted balance from foot to foot awkwardly as it seemed like Manta was ignoring him for one reason or another. As he waited a girl who had had just finished singing sat down directly next to Manta and Poffin. Leval listened as she spoke to Poffin and revealed his "Please" ability to Leval. He frowned and examined his own memory of his events. [color=aba000][i]'When did I start to feel protective of Manta'[/i][/color] With a start, he realized that Danielle was correct! His urge to protect Manta had begun immediately after Poffin had Poffin had said please and had only gotten worse after each subsequent repetition of the word. Even after his realization, Leval still felt the urge to protect Manta, help him, and even to save his entire species. The puff ball creature had manipulated his mind and forced him to assume a protective role of Manta.

Furious at the forced subservience, Leval moved away from Manta raised his hands to either side of his head. Out of his fingers, threads of magic extended out and connected to his mind. Leval began to cycle mana from one hand, through his mind, and to the other hands. Mana was not leaving his body, so the action could continue indefinitely, however losing the slightest bit of control could lead to mana backlash directly in his brain, which could lead to quite an explosive results. The positive of the action though outweighed the risk however, by cycling his mana through his head, Leval was able to sharpen his will and break through the weakened compulsion Poffin had given him. He twirled another thread of his Mana weave around his ears and set it to the parameter of the word "please" causing the sound waves distort before he would be able to hear it. 

The work was quite intricate and required all of his focus, so just as Leval finished, he was surprised by a young girl collapsing onto him. She desperately held onto his cloak as it seemed she was having some kind of trouble. He moved hims arms around her quickly to keep her steady. As he did the lingering uncast mana at his fingertips brushed against her own mana. His hands jerked back at the burning sensation he felt along the lines of mana in his body. There was something else living inside of Cherry. Something... dark... and angry. The girl rose and went to the training ground and while she did, Leval looked her over. The girl began an oddly lyrical dual sided rant about her existence and of the conflicting duality of her mind.  

[color=aba000][i]'I think that voice may actually be real.'[/i][/color] Leval examined the girl again, his mind whirring in the process of creation. [color=aba000][i]'If that creature is as powerful as I think it is...'[/i][/color] Leval began weaving the threads of his magic once again. If he couldn't overpower the being, he could simply work around it. Cherry's body seemed to be containing the  being which meant that the spell work necessary to bind the creature was already in place. Leval reached out with the threads of his magic and began to weave his spell into Cherry's magic. He was loosely aware of some sort of commotion outside of his focus but he ignored it. 

The spell work may have been one of the complex tasks he had ever engaged in, but based on what had happened to the girl during the introduction, it seemed like she needed a reprieve. At this point, the threads of mana extending from his hands were beyond counting as he performed the equivalent of magical surgery. Too close to the source and the spell would fizzle and snap, too far away and the spell would fail to have any effect. His spell would not last forever, nor would it do anything to remove from the creature from her being, but Leval could at least put a bandage on the wound of her psyche. 

The sensation might feel a bit strange to Cherry, so to reassure her. He played a song along some of the threads that his cousin Noah had shown him once. 
[youtube]https://youtu.be/y8U_Y67EL6I?t=69[/youtube]

The spell finally took effect with a small flower colored red with purple highlights in her hair. The spell would take the internal whispers of the creature inside her and render it silent, translating its voice into a harmless pleasant floral aroma. The spell would not last forever, the creature was too powerful for that, but Leval estimated it would last anytime from five days to a week at most. He hoped it would grant her some temporary peace.

He blinked and slumped in his chair, mana entirely spent, and finally took note of the grand, somewhat bloody display in front of him. His face twisted into one of clear confusion and exhaustion. [color=aba000]"What is with you people and The Greatest Showman?!"[/color]