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Day 2, 12:37 PM, Lunchtime

Brunhilde quickly answered Saqui's questions before she forgot. Neither was a difficult one, since they both stretched back to before the injury, so the words rolled off of her tongue without any need for thought.

"No, no, it's not big at all. It's only got a population of maybe two hundred and twenty last I checked. It's not part of Canada, legally speaking. Technically it's the property of the Kingdom of Denmark, but they haven't bothered with so much as taxing us for, oh... Six hundred years?"

"Six years old...you must know your powers inside and out by now"

"Sadly, no. I just know a handful of tricks. I can hover, move things around, and cut things to shreds under the right circumstances, but I don't know much else. First real elementalist in my family, so I didn't get any sort of training at all."

Brunhilde continued to write her notes down as Gus spoke. Blood sounded like it was basically the same sort of thing as Air, except with flesh instead of gases. She knew for a fact that it was vastly more difficult to create air from nothing than it was to manipulate the air around her, as she had made the mistake of trying that in the past. Air came with the drawback of being extremely non-dense, so creating it was rather unpleasant to her. Perhaps blood-based healing could use a fuel source...? Gus's reference to more 'ordinary' medicine was telling, though. It was obviously a rather big deal to heal somebody.

"I take it creating new flesh to replace lost parts requires the equivalent of tens of thousands of calories' worth of energy, then."

She stopped writing as Gus lifted the table, and watched patiently until it came back down. An eyebrow rose at his display - most people couldn't do something with that much stability just by gripping the edge of the table, after all. She herself could do the same thing with air manipulation, but Gus was holding the table at an angle that was doing him no favors. A quick estimate placed the amount of torque on his hands at maybe five hundred pounds, perhaps more. The reddening of his skin was an interesting side effect, too, and she quickly wrote it down in the notebook.

She accepted his explanation readily, but cringed at the thought of rebreaking bones to heal them again, even though a part of her told her that Blood healers could likely cut off nerve signals for a short while. The image of having her leg broken twice in the same month flashed through her mind, producing a slight grimace at the imagined pain. Words from across the table (which was now firmly back on the ground) mercifully broke Brunhilde's train of thought before it ran off with her wits.

"That...hall monitor looked like he meant business. Did something big happen yesterday?"

A shrug. She couldn't remember the Hall Monitor, but there was a note that he had shown up. The notebook made no mention of anything big happening, really, but it did make it very clear that it wasn't the original - and copied pages from the original were neatly tucked inside. Either she had misplaced it, or someone else was holding onto it, which meant that something very out of the ordinary had happened. The gap was between 1:08 PM and the following morning, when Brunhilde herself had started taking notes again, which was a rather enormous amount of time to lose. Perhaps the spasms were from whatever had happened yesterday.

"No idea. It'd be really nice if I could find out, though."

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John had stopped paying any attention to Drago, who appeared to be very much enjoying the floor. Did he seriously fall asleep after that kind of landing? That was, in all honesty, extremely impressive. The humming continued for a couple minutes, and the darkened cloud in the skies far above the gymnasium continued to grow until John was distracted by a question that seemed to him to be quite reasonable. 

"Anyone want to go out?", asked one of the other students. The cloud almost instantly returned to its normal hue and calmed itself as John considered the question, as though it had never darkened in the first place.

He gave his answer as he pried himself off of the floor and grabbed his bag, whose familiar weight reminded him of the presence of his egg. It was always present, and it always slightly twitched when he moved it, but it was good to know where it was at all times. "I'm in. Any ideas where we could go?"

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