[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/zBcJjpYf/NYName-Card.png[/img][/center][hr]'A' Train - Fifth Car  |  Interactions: [@Dead Cruiser] [@Chezka][hr]
Nyx watches silently as Sekhandur rises from his seat, still defiantly arrogant in his demeanor. He mutters something about benefiting as much from this 'lesson' as he did with any other ones from Nyx. The latter simply smirks, satisfied. [color=#86608E]"Bark all you'd like. You'll still follow my orders like an obedient dog."[/color] Nyx tells him with his arms crossed. [color=#86608E]"Arrogance without talent is simply foolishness. Your lofty sandcastle will be swept by the wind yet, little 'Prince'."[/color] After that, Nyx saw no need in continuing this interaction any longer. As of now, he sees nothing of value in the imperious royal. Despite her haughtiness, even Alberta has proven herself a hard worker and earnest about her studies. Smug and lazy, oil and water. Best not to waste precious seconds on such trifling matters.

As Nyx is about to take his seat, he is approached by the all-too-gentle Yvaine who greets him with a particularly pious salutation. [color=#86608E]"Most people would say 'good morning'."[/color] Nyx says in hope of teaching her to adjust better to her current environment. Yvaine gives him a determined stare, as if she's trying to relay to him a message. Honestly, Nyx couldn't even begin to read into whatever it is she's thinking. A sweat drop nearly appears on his forehead. This girl is an odd one, or maybe Nyx is. Either way, Nyx doesn't know how to respond, but he does take a more gentler approach with her than the others. [color=#86608E]"I'm going to take my seat now..."[/color] He simply tells her before walking away.

Sitting down, Nyx crosses his arms and stares longingly out the widow at the passing vista; daydreaming of a life that could've been instead of the one that currently is.

[hr]Genelogia - Outskirts  |  Interactions: [@Relin] [@metanoia][hr]
The 'A' train pulls into a tiny, almost seemingly abandoned station on the outskirts of the colossal city-state that is Genelogia. It's easy to tell this derelict outpost sees little use; even the benches—little in number as they are—are covered in a noticeable layer of dust. This is truly the beginning of podunk nowhere. A steward steps out of the train car and directs the class outside before making his way back in. None else but Class-C will be stopping their journey here it seems, not that it's any surprise. Soon, the train takes off, leaving to greet Class-C once more in about three day's time.

Nyx produces a map and checks for the location of the scenic, nameless little village they are to rendezvous at. [color=#86608E]"The northern trail, along the river..."[/color] he mutters to himself. Folding the map and putting it back into his pack, he looks to the class. [color=#86608E]"Come along, and stick close. We've a five mile trek ahead of us. Ty, you'll stick to the front seeing as how you're familiar with this sort of environment. Caelum, cover the rear."[/color] Nyx orders. In a place as remote as this, Nyx wouldn't count on there being many signposts to direct their way.

And so they walked, and walked, and walked. The forest thicket impeded much of their visibility but, other than that, the trek was proving quite uneventful. Soon, they found the river that was mentioned in the map and followed its stream upward. They stopped midway along the river bank and to take a brief respite, but Nyx was adamant in moving along as fast as possible. For a mage, Nyx proved to be rather physically resilient with seemingly endless stamina. Not once did he seem tired of the endless walk as he led the class forward. Guess such a thing was to be expected of a former Miracle Seven.

Then, things took an absolutely bizarre turn. [color=#86608E]"What's this...?"[/color] The trees in the distance: their leaves displayed hues of red and yellow, colors of the fall. But, that couldn't be. Clearly it's springtime on the continent. Nyx looks back over his shoulder and sees the line of green trees separating from the Autumn ones. Magic? Nyx is swift in focusing his thoughts to detect any strange lingering mana in the air. It's faint but something is there. An impressive thing to hide from someone so attuned with mana. The students would completely fail to pick it up even if they try their hardest.

[color=#86608E]"This is the work of magic. Temporal, maybe. Hard to tell. It doesn't feel 'powerful', but its composition is unusual enough that even I'm having difficulties sussing it out."[/color] Nyx explains. As he said, it's unusual but not particularly threatening. They should check out the village first before deciding what to do next. Did the city guards come across this as they secured the routes leading in and out of the area? If so, no one from Avalice was informed.

Some time later, they finally arrived at their destination: a nameless village probably home to less than three hundred people. The clearing that housed the village is bordered on all sides by the strange Autumn trees, as if this entire area exists in some temporal phenomenon. The village itself is quiet with barely anyone moving about. Some homes are boarded up from outside by faint light can be seen from within. Then, the class sees one of the villagers. Various parts of his body are plagued by bark-like growths, like that of a tree. He moved so sluggishly and his face seems vacant.