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Well, well, well. This was a surprise. Elizabeth was nowhere to be found, and David had no one supervising him. No Aliira to protect, no one telling him what to do or to return to his quarters. Not that this was rare, but rather Aliira and Salem both were guaranteed to be absent. Perhaps it was a chance for him to do some snooping...

Except for the fact that as he made his way about the Guild, guards were still posted, particularly around Salem's Offices. Dang. So much for that idea. He had really, really wanted to see what the Guild was really up to, but every time he got close to seeing if there was some dirt that would truly paint the Guild for what he knew it was, he was either caught and punished, or he had to abandon his position to avoid the aforementioned catching. He wasn't about to risk it tonight, as well, given the lack of patience the Guild likely had given what had been revealed. On a normal infraction, he got the tar beaten out of him publicly as an example to others, but on -this- night? He would be getting much worse treatment if he had. Instead, he had to apply his mind which had been endowed with curiosity elsewhere.

And that's when said mind was hit with a quite obvious realization. In fact, so obvious that it caused him to stare dumbfound down the hallway he was walking as he paused. The Library. Why the heck had he not checked out the Guild Library before? It was so obvious. And the best thing is, the Library was open to all Guild members. He would most likely not be bothered at all by anyone with authority unless they knew exactly what he was up to. And even if they did, what proof would they have? 'What's this? I'm not allowed to read this book? But its the Guild's History, it'd be a shame if I didn't read about the Guild's Heritage.' And what the heck could they say to that? Not a single dang thing, as far as he was concerned. Still, if they wanted to, they could still get him in trouble, but it was highly unlikely, and if he did find something, he would be further enlightened to this place's true nature. Or rather...the proof of such a nature.

And so, he continued on into the Library. As he walked into the Library, it looked rather typical, boasting a couple of stories in height and many books, but it wasn't the Great Library of Alexandria. He shrugged, making his way towards the History section in a typical fashion, not really drawing any attention to himself as he looked through the books. At first, nothing truly caught his eye. A little bit about the history of mages here, magic impacting non-magi history there, but then something caught his eye.

The Salem Witch Trials

(docs.google.com/document/d/1l0cvHFade…)

Now. This would be much more interesting. He quickly picked up the small book and opened it up and passed through its pages silently. As he read through it, his eyes caught several things which his mind clenched onto. The Guild had a non-intervention plan before? So when the Dark Shadow acted before, they had done nothing until it effected them? How selfish was that? Typical Guild. He continued reading on, considering the facts at hand, and clenching onto the things that truly interested him. He was already aware that the Dark Shadow had taken Salem's father, but he had no care for that. They took -his- family away, after all. Though, there was a little tinge of guilt as he thought about that. Losing family was...no, don't focus on that. Focus on the task at hand. His eyes dashed back onto the pages in front of him and he soon relaxed back into his quick reading habit, one he was quite accustomed to.

And then immediately, his eyes turned to slits upon three words. Three. Words. Which made him absolutely infuriated, his usually calm emotions erupting for a brief moment, as he clenched the book tightly. Magical. Anonymity. Mandate. With that, David felt the sharp pain of anger, as his thumbs seemed to imprint on the pages themselves as he just barely managed to keep his anger in check. After a second, he finally relinquished his anger, sighing and pushing it away mentally. That stupid, stupid mandate. If he had his way...no, don't focus on that. Back on the book.

Now, the covert operations Salem and her group were doing were interesting. At least someone was doing something to stop the group, though, he was sure the Guild was only doing it out of the idea of survival of their own kind rather than for the sake of non-magi...ok, maybe they cared a little. But they certainly contradicted their actions with their much more foul deeds. As he continued on reading, he found it all more typical. Salem was angered by her father's death, of course she would do her best to dismantle the Dark Shadow. Though something did catch his eye. Aloysius and his senior leadership got away. How very peculiar. So there were other members that escaped, and they must have rebuilt the Dark Shadow together. He somewhat wondered how they knew to escape before this happened. Perhaps there was a double-agent in their midst? He wondered just how many got away.

As he continued reading, he took note of how harsh Salem's punishments were, slowly raising his right eyebrow in surprise. Jeez. And he thought he got it bad. Salem really was revenge driven. Death for -that- many people was...sad. He understood why, but...even he couldn't help but feel a little bad for them. If he saw the world as other magi did, he would even be tempted to wonder if the Guild wasn't at all the darker force working against the true light that was the Dark Shadow. But make no mistake. He had no such sympathy for them, or the Guild. To him, they were both the same in the end. True, one was more preferable to the other, but they both imposed their wills on others in a forceful way that deemed them superior to non-magi. And he had some real issue with that. The only difference was that there were some small glimmers of light that defied the attitudes he saw in the Guild, one of which he was happy to be assigned to, though he hated admitting it sometimes.

But then, the end of the book caught his eye. 'TimeCubes'. Now that was an interesting item. Aloysius' personal history? If he could get a hold of one, maybe he could find some -real- dirt on the Guild. Something that would expose them for who they really were, underneath all the talk of protecting non-magi. But then, they were in Salem's possession. Likely heavily guarded. Ungh. No thanks. At least...not yet. Maybe someday. He then quickly closed the book, putting it away, and made his way back to his quarters silently. He was feeling tired, and he didn't want to stick around here for much longer than he needed to. But he was thankful to learn a little something. he would have to keep an eye out for these 'TimeCubes' in the future. And so he headed home, to retire for the night.
Ah. A normal morning. Sitting in his small apartment in New York City, the young man by the name of David was simply enjoying a cup of tea and enjoying the day off, wearing a plain t-shirt and a pair of baggy cheap blue jeans. Certainly nothing stylish, but it was cheap, comfy, and what he preferred to wear when he was relaxing at home. Well...as much as a home as he could consider it. He briefly peered around the room, making sure things were in order, before sighing in relief. His family's bible was on the table, properly maintained despite its years, everything was put away in the closet, save for a shirt or two he hadn't bother to throw in the washer yet, which sat lazily in a pile. He accepted this as good enough. He'd take care of those later, anyways.

As he finished his cup of tea, he turned on his TV screen, looking to see if anything worthwhile was on. Notably, he avoided the news, because he already had to deal with the Guild. He didn't want to hear what the newscast were spreading around. He eventually settled on something immature. Classic cartoons. He leaned back against the chair he was sitting in, closing his eyes and simply relaxing. There was no point on simply focusing on the cartoons. It was just meant to be background noise, something for his mind to focus on instead of recurring thoughts of regret and anguish. Yawning lazily, despite having woke up a mere two hours ago, David allowed himself to take a small nap. Sleep was one of the few things he enjoyed. Despite the occasional nightmare, it offered him a great deal of relief and freedom from his current situation, and his brain didn't have to dwell on it, either. And so, he dozed off, his arms and legs going limp in the chair as he didn't snore, instead breathing softly...

Until a couple of hours later, he heard his phone go off. David groaned in response to this sound, quickly waking up and sounding rather irritated. He knew all too well what this meant. Guild business. Did it always have to be guild business? Well, to be fair, it was the only reason he was given the phone. He halfway wondered if the darn phone was one of the ways they tracked him. He unlocked it after pulling it from his pocket, reading the message in question and sighing. A meeting tonight? Ten sharp? That was rather uncharacteristic with such short notice. Might be something interesting...but then again, why did he care?...Still. Aliira was likely to be there, and if he didn't show up as her guard, he might just be in some trouble with some of the same guild members that dragged him into this in the first place. He did -not- want to be punished again.

And so, he reluctantly got up, moving to his closet and pulling out a black, light jacket, putting it on and adjusting the buttons along the front of the overshirt, as well as getting his things together. Time to move out. He wasn't usually one to be so prompt, but he knew he had to be, or risk being punished again. And he did not want experience with that again. He slipped on a black pair of tennis shoes, before making his way out the door. At least he wouldn't be considered late this time.
@Zakattacks Accepted, throw him over.


Done! Thank ye!
David Smith









"Maybe someday, you'll be able to see who you are, and who you're not."


Name: David Smith
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Alignment: The Guild
Rank within Organisation: Recruit

Birthmark Shape:
Location of Birthmark: On the upper back, just between the shoulder blades, and just below the neck.
Magical Abilities:

Magic Nullification-
David has the ability to nullify the magic of all magi of any kind, shape, or origin within a twenty meter radius. This is not something he can actively control at the current time, but rather, happens passively. This does not mean that he nullifies any magic within the sphere, but rather, any magi within the sphere are actively effected by the nullification. However, the magi he can nullify with his abilities is limited by the magi's power in question. That is to say, their rank. At his current standings, being a recruit, he can fully nullify the magical abilities of anyone who is a member or a recruit. Captain and up, that amount decreases. Captains he can nullify by fifty percent of their power. Lieutenants, 25%. Second in Commands, 10%, and Leaders only can be decreased by 5% of their full power. These percentages mean that, although they are not fully nullified, the power output they can achieved is halved, and therefore, any speed, power, projectiles, and any other effects they can achieve are inherently weakened by this and if they require stamina to use, require more stamina based on their rank. Basically, the less they are effected, the less the stamina drain to use their abilities effects them. Furthermore, at around a ten meter radius of David's position, the effects begin to weaken, with each extra meter declining the effect by five percent. This means even a recruit at the maximum limit of the radius, 20 meters, would be only effected by a 50% nullification.

However, that is but one of his manifestations. One that is diminishing quickly with a new manifestation of his abilities. The Nullification Blow and the Nullification Shield.

The Nullification Blow is a physical blow that directly transfers nullifying properties to the recipient, nullifying their strength, depending on their strength compared to David. At the same level, 2 blows are enough for full nullification, Members require 3 blows, Captains require 4 blows, Lieutenants require 6, Second-In-Commands require 10, and Leaders require 20 blows.

The Nullification Shield is a tower-shaped shield, spanning the entire size of David's body and its width moving out about one more feet from the edge of his body. Any sort of magic touching this shield is completely nullified.

Place of Birth: Unknown
Currently Residing: NYC, New York
Personality: To say David dislikes interacting with others in The Guild is an understatement, in the very least. He is very quiet and doesn't bring attention to himself. Not so much in timidity, but more-so out of apathy. He tends to carry this same air of apathy and laziness wherever he goes, preferring to, when he's not working for The Guild, keep to himself. He often enjoys watching TV, reading books he can get a hold of, and just more solitary hobbies.

When he -is- doing work for The Guild, he does take his job somewhat more seriously, albeit, not enough to keep himself from looking like he lacks a lot of energy in general. He will converse, but only in situations where he has to. When he isn't being apathetic, one could consider his dominant emotion a passive aggression against anyone in the guild, save for perhaps one or two individuals. But overall, he tends to be quiet and do what is necessary, but that is about it.

History/Bio: David's biological parents are an unknown factor. He never met them or knew them long to be cognitive presences on any sort of level. Either way, whether they were poor magi or incapable of taking care of him anymore, they left him behind in an orphanage, where he was taken care of for some time. At that point, he was adopted by a pair of newly weds who, because of his strange birth mark and their own religious beliefs, took him into their home, giving him his last name. He grew up normally in a town near NYC called Phoenicia, where he enjoyed a childhood full of curiosity, learning, and strong bonds with his parents. To say the least, he was very, very happy.

But unfortunately for him, this all changed. Not long after his thirteenth birthday, he was approached by a group who introduced themselves as Magi, revealing to him the nature of his mark. That he was a magi, and he was not to reveal any of this to anyone. They weren't that kind or caring, either. These were brash folk, who had no time to spare for a child's feelings, instead choosing to intimidate and warn him that there would be consequences if he told anyone, especially his parents. But the young man, despite growing into adolescence, was still a child. Was he to keep quiet about this? He certainly wouldn't. Fearful of these strangers, he soon told his parents about this, and they comforted him, saying they wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.

Oh how wrong they were. The next day after coming home from school, David saw no proof of his parents being around upon arriving at his home. Indeed, upon making his way inside their house, he found only the mysterious strangers. He knew that something bad had happened, or worse. They told him to gather what he wanted. It would be the last he would see of his home. It was the last time he would remember what it was like to have a real family.

At that moment, he became their property, the property of the Guild in question. He was given an apartment, proper amenities and the like, but was completely under their control. He was alone, and couldn't tell anyone. And he didn't dare to. He knew what would happen if he did. Still, as he grew older, there were a few times he did try, only to be brought back swiftly, and punished for his actions harshly. After a time, he grew more and more complacent in his position, accepting what was his reality. However, he did manage to keep a few things from his home. Some books which he read regularly, a scarf that belonged to his mother which he keeps in his apartment, and the family's Bible, which he also read regularly. If only a dream, a memory of his past, reading this was one of the few things that reminded him of the warm feelings of home, even as he himself grew more cold to the world around him.

When he turned fifteen, he was enlisted to be a recruit as was mandatory for his current custody by the Guild. As such, after some time and finally discerning the powers he had, he was placed as a guard of the Second-In-Command, Aliira Van Drauga. Watching her leadership and determination was certainly something else, but, at least in the beginning, he chose to be cold to her and distant, despite following her orders. In time, however, he did begin to warm up to her slightly, seeing her as likely the only person he could begin to trust in this Guild. So much was taken from him...and yet, even now, there was a little light of hope. As the years have gone on, he has finally gotten used to his position and the daily grind. And despite his awareness of the Guild's foe, the Dark Shadow, he has very little care for it all. He only wishes to be free, instead of being stuck in a prison he knows he has no escape from. And if he cannot escape, he only wishes to enjoy the time he has.

Relationships
Name: Aloysius
Relationship: -Dislikes-
Characters opinion of them: "How can I hate someone I haven't even met? Besides, hating takes too much energy. The guy's a jerk to be sure, but then, how is that any different from the Guild? I suppose he's worse because of what he wants, but beyond that, I don't see much of a difference."

Name: Salem
Relationship: -Dislikes- -Cold-
Characters opinion of them: "I've come into proximity of her a few times, but not really talked to her directly unless she was the one doing the approaching. I don't see the point of trying to get to know her, her focus is the Guild, and while she seems to have some good leadership skills, she refuses to acknowledge the evils of The Guild in question, or worse, justify them. I simply cannot trust her. Not after what I've dealt with from her precious guild."

Name: Aliira
Relationship: -Acquaintances-
Characters opinion of them: "She may be the only person I think might not be fully like the others. She shows care for others, she's determined to help as she can, and I can't help but feel a little less lazy around her. Beyond that, she...hmph. I hate to say it, but she does try to connect with me and even mother me a bit. I haven't told her the truth about my past, but she knows something clearly bothers me about my role here. Either she already knows from others, or she may find out soon enough. Either way, I appreciate her kindness. Its a rare sight for me here."

Name: Elizabeth
Relationship: -Cold- -Acquaintance-
Characters opinion of them: "A party girl? Admittedly, I don't necessarily mind her energy, but if it were in any other organization, I would think it could be put to better use, like lifting morale. But we're in The Guild, and frankly put, I couldn't give a crap about it here. Otherwise, she's ok. I just don't want her attempting to push me into that scene. I'll take the stories over being there any day, as I prefer my cup of tea and a nice movie."

Name: Circe
Relationship: -Enemies- -Dislikes-
Characters opinion of them: "From what I've heard, that girl is utterly crazy. I can't bring myself to hate her, as honestly, it would take too much energy to earnestly hate someone. But such a love for death isn't right. Though...she should watch herself. Such a love for death and destruction may lead her to her own demise. You live by the sword, you die by the sword, after all."

Name: Augie
Relationship: -Unknown- -Cold-
Characters opinion of them: "I've not really associated with him before. To be fair, that isn't odd for me. Nonetheless, from what I've heard, he's sort of got an attitude sometimes, though based on his love for punk music, I imagine it involves that. So far, I haven't heard of him causing too much trouble. I'de really have to meet him more to understand him, and honestly, that might take a bit too much energy for me."

Name: Zeke
Relationship: -Acquaintances- -Cold-
Characters opinion of them: "The man certainly has his own share of inner struggles with that split personality business, and I do not envy the thought of such. But his regular side, what I would consider his main self, is fairly reasonable and kind. The only reason I simply have not engaged him further is because I have no interest in building a meaningful friendship with anyone here in the guild...and I'm a little concerned that if I said the wrong thing about the Guild, that spiteful side might come out and rip me a new one."

Name: Lana
Relationship: -Cold- -Dislikes-
Characters opinion of them: "As much as she is probably the most sane and least aggressive of the Dark Shadow, she also is one of them and still believes in that stupid idea that magi should be above nonmagi. Don't get me wrong, I can still sense a little of that around the Guild, especially involving...certain events. But if what I've heard is true, its much worse with the Dark Shadow. If she could be unconvinced of that, we might have a chance of turning her allegiance, but if her loyalty runs true, that'll probably be hard. Not to mention, this is just speculation. I have no intention of interest in that unless I have a good reason to."
David Smith









"Maybe someday, you'll be able to see who you are, and who you're not."


Name: David Smith
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Alignment: The Guild
Rank within Organisation: Recruit

Birthmark Shape:
Location of Birthmark: On the upper back, just between the shoulder blades, and just below the neck.
Magical Abilities:

Magic Nullification-
David has the ability to nullify all types of magic of any kind, shape, or origin within a twenty meter radius. This is not something he can actively control at the current time, but rather, happens passively. However, the magi he can nullify with his abilities is limited by the magi's power in question. That is to say, their rank. At his current standings, being a recruit, he can fully nullify the magical abilities of anyone who is a member or a recruit. Lieutenant and up, that amount decreases. Lieutenants he can nullify by fifty percent of their power. Captains, 25%. Second in Commands, 10%, and Leaders only can be decreased by 5% of their full power.

Place of Birth: Unknown
Currently Residing: NYC, New York
Personality: To say David dislikes interacting with others in The Guild is an understatement, in the very least. He is very quiet and doesn't bring attention to himself. Not so much in timidity, but more-so out of apathy. He tends to carry this same air of apathy and laziness wherever he goes, preferring to, when he's not working for The Guild, keep to himself. He often enjoys watching TV, reading books he can get a hold of, and just more solitary hobbies.

When he -is- doing work for The Guild, he does take his job somewhat more seriously, albeit, not enough to keep himself from looking like he lacks a lot of energy in general. He will converse, but only in situations where he has to. When he isn't being apathetic, one could consider his dominant emotion a passive aggression against anyone in the guild, save for perhaps one or two individuals. But overall, he tends to be quiet and do what is necessary, but that is about it.

History/Bio: David's biological parents are an unknown factor. He never met them or knew them long to be cognitive presences on any sort of level. Either way, whether they were poor magi or incapable of taking care of him anymore, they left him behind in an orphanage, where he was taken care of for some time. At that point, he was adopted by a pair of newly weds who, because of his strange birth mark and their own religious beliefs, took him into their home, giving him his last name. He grew up normally in a town near NYC called Phoenicia, where he enjoyed a childhood full of curiosity, learning, and strong bonds with his parents. To say the least, he was very, very happy.

But unfortunately for him, this all changed. Not long after his thirteenth birthday, he was approached by a group who introduced themselves as Magi, revealing to him the nature of his mark. That he was a magi, and he was not to reveal any of this to anyone. They weren't that kind or caring, either. These were brash folk, who had no time to spare for a child's feelings, instead choosing to intimidate and warn him that there would be consequences if he told anyone, especially his parents. But the young man, despite growing into adolescence, was still a child. Was he to keep quiet about this? He certainly wouldn't. Fearful of these strangers, he soon told his parents about this, and they comforted him, saying they wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.

Oh how wrong they were. The next day after coming home from school, David saw no proof of his parents being around upon arriving at his home. Indeed, upon making his way inside their house, he found only the mysterious strangers. He knew that something bad had happened, or worse. They told him to gather what he wanted. It would be the last he would see of his home. It was the last time he would remember what it was like to have a real family.

At that moment, he became their property, the property of the Guild in question. He was given an apartment, proper amenities and the like, but was completely under their control. He was alone, and couldn't tell anyone. And he didn't dare to. He knew what would happen if he did. Still, as he grew older, there were a few times he did try, only to be brought back swiftly, and punished for his actions harshly. After a time, he grew more and more complacent in his position, accepting what was his reality. However, he did manage to keep a few things from his home. Some books which he read regularly, a scarf that belonged to his mother which he keeps in his apartment, and the family's Bible, which he also read regularly. If only a dream, a memory of his past, reading this was one of the few things that reminded him of the warm feelings of home, even as he himself grew more cold to the world around him.

When he turned fifteen, he was enlisted to be a recruit as was mandatory for his current custody by the Guild. As such, after some time and finally discerning the powers he had, he was placed as a guard of the Second-In-Command, Aliira Van Drauga. Watching her leadership and determination was certainly something else, but, at least in the beginning, he chose to be cold to her and distant, despite following her orders. In time, however, he did begin to warm up to her slightly, seeing her as likely the only person he could begin to trust in this Guild. So much was taken from him...and yet, even now, there was a little light of hope. As the years have gone on, he has finally gotten used to his position and the daily grind. And despite his awareness of the Guild's foe, the Dark Shadow, he has very little care for it all. He only wishes to be free, instead of being stuck in a prison he knows he has no escape from. And if he cannot escape, he only wishes to enjoy the time he has.

Relationships
Name: Aloysius
Relationship (Bold as needed): -Dislikes-
Characters opinion of them: "How can I hate someone I haven't even met? Besides, hating takes too much energy. The guy's a jerk to be sure, but then, how is that any different from the Guild? I suppose he's worse because of what he wants, but beyond that, I don't see much of a difference."

Name: Salem
Relationship (Bold as needed): -Dislikes- -Cold-
Characters opinion of them: "I've come into proximity of her a few times, but not really talked to her directly unless she was the one doing the approaching. I don't see the point of trying to get to know her, her focus is the Guild, and while she seems to have some good leadership skills, she refuses to acknowledge the evils of The Guild in question, or worse, justify them. I simply cannot trust her. Not after what I've dealt with from her precious guild."

Name: Aliira
Relationship (Bold as needed): -Acquaintances-
Characters opinion of them: "She may be the only person I think might not be fully like the others. She shows care for others, she's determined to help as she can, and I can't help but feel a little less lazy around her. Beyond that, she...hmph. I hate to say it, but she does try to connect with me and even mother me a bit. I haven't told her the truth about my past, but she knows something clearly bothers me about my role here. Either she already knows from others, or she may find out soon enough. Either way, I appreciate her kindness. Its a rare sight for me here."
(There will be more incoming relationships, but for now, this is what I got.)
D'aww...well, all good things tend to come to an end, really!

I enjoyed RPing with you all!
Internally, Nicholas continued to writhe with a strange anger. It was not normal for him to feel so peeved over a situation that involved someone in a higher position, but for someone to treat another's death with such sheer numbness...it simply baffled him. His mind began to turn to the new restriction, though. Despite it being something that probably was beneficial, he admittedly found it somewhat limiting to someone like himself, someone who preferred to do things by his lonesome sometimes, to pull away for at least brief moments to recollect himself. Still...he was sure he could persuade someone to walk with him to the needed places without being asked questions. He was sure such people existed, though, he was sure Deborah was not happy with this turn-out. Even now, he could hear her cursing, only turning to glance towards her for a moment before turning back towards the stage to consider his thoughts more. But that's when he noticed it. Professor Henry, walking onto the stage, and beginning to speak. Within moments, his anger turned into determination, and became new-found fuel. Now, while it obviously wasn't within the proper mandates of the school, his speech gave him something to lean on, and to direct his anger. He felt much more relieved, a sigh leaving his mouth before he proceeded to stand up, applauding Henry along with the rest of those present.

And then he heard his name called. He blinked, his eyes turning towards Deborah and Shannon and...was that Aislin? She looked pretty rough, even for what had happened. He had to wonder what all had transpired since they had met in that hospital room...hopefully, nothing horrible beyond...well, the obvious. But his gut was still on alert, he felt pretty shaky today, so he wasn't about to let his mind wander off on its own threads of what -could- have happened. So he smiled as he nodded to Deborah. Might as well go with them, he had nothing else to do today. Besides, admittedly, he did feel quite safe around Deborah.

As Aislin spoke to him, he couldn't help but blush a little, hiding it by lowering his head a bit and scratching the back of his head. Really, it wasn't like he was too important right now. He wasn't quite used to getting positive attention, so he...well, he nervously scratched the back of his head, before speaking. "W-well...em, to be very honest, the black-out wasn't a pleasant time, as we all know, but I'm okay." He stated, finally getting out a response with a bit of relief, biting his lip as he tried as hard as he could to keep himself together. And so the group began to depart, as he was speaking, and noting the presence of now Claire and Ben. Hrm. This was getting a bit...crowded. He admittedly pulled to the back of the group as they began to walk, trying not to make himself a notable person to talk to in this larger group. But he kept his eyes on Deborah and Aislin, finding their presences here soothed him greatly. Beyond that, something about Aislin, her joy and her smiling demeanor, despite her appearance, not to mention their encounter in the hospital, had painted her as someone who could produce a positive atmosphere. As they arrived at the Garden, he simply kept silent as Aislin and Deborah, along with Shannon, walked off to have a private talk, which was reasonable. As Aislin walked off, Nicholas couldn't help but note another factor that made Aislin really nice to be around, as blush once again returned to his face...

She was pretty cute.
Nicholas Raynor

And thus, he finally arrived. Not that Nicholas was anyone important, mind you, but he was indeed among the last to arrive. Today, he wore a white t-shirt with a pair of blue jeans, keeping simple, and yet...it seemed almost bare, if anyone really knew him. Which, honestly, none of these people likely would. When he wore white, he preferred to wear some sort of button-up or jacket over it, to blend well together and create a better looking outfit, but he wasn't feeling it. Not today. Not after nearly drowning himself in his own sorrows over being unable to help, Not after feeling the rain drown him in a melodic somber beating. He just...wasn't feeling it.

The young man adjusted his brown backpack, taking a seat near Aislin and Deborah, along with Shannon. This was not a conscious decision, however. In fact, one could be surprised that Nicholas showed up at all, considering that one as usually as introverted as he was previously had been involved in that death scenario, and anyone reasonable would imagine he wouldn't want to be anywhere near this saddening affair, especially considering he hadn't used his power since that tragic night. His spirit wasn't strong enough, he didn't see it necessary, any number of excuses could be present. But he had presented none. He hadn't spoken since the incident, again, seeing no point.

But Nicholas was here. Because he valued the life of someone fallen, even if he had never known them. And furthermore, he feared that something darker...no, he -felt- it. A chill in his bones, something wasn't right. Not at all. He had to search out the truth in this situation, which was why he couldn't afford to not be here. Unfortunately, as the headmaster spoke, he heard nothing that surprised him. The headmaster refused to shed any more light than he, having been at the scene, knew. Furthermore, this man, this leader, told students not to get involved, which was fine...until one line changed his mind, which made him grasp his fist in disagreement.

As if this never happened...

No. He couldn't accept that. He wouldn't. His depression and fear was loud, but this aggravating viewpoint was enough to drive this usually silent young man into a furious line of questions...which he didn't dare voice. Hey, he was angry, but in front of all these people, after what he felt...he was still a little too drained for that...but something about how that line infuriated him. How could he act as if someone people cared about didn't die?! How could he just sit around and let it happen again, when the one responsible was still not present. He couldn't. And he wouldn't...at least. He still needed to steel himself mentally, find his center of sorts. His emotions had reason for drive, but his spirit felt weak and his reasoning could be faulty. No. He couldn't rush. He needed to gather himself again...in due time, though. He would search for the truth. In due time.
Nicholas Raynor, Deborah Termellio, Jago Javuant, Shannon Balore, & Ben Voss.

Nicholas couldn't help but barely resist doing a literal facepalm at the current situation at hand. Not only was Shannon being a complete jerk, which was something he had been warned about, but she was outright littering just because it was dark? Ugh. She certainly seemed like a typical asshole who had everything handed to her...no. Nicholas, calm down. She's just human, just like the rest of us...metahumans. Okay, that didn't make as much sense as it should have. Either way, he shook his head and followed after Deborah as she walked off, providing a great deal of light to the group via his flame. Maybe he was misunderstanding something...maybe a reason why Shannon was being this way. Hrm. And then there was the fact that he heard the other female of the group, one he hadn't met before, timidly disagree with their choice...he had to admit, just having someone a little bit more nervous than he was around felt...almost a bit nice. Not because she was scared...but to have someone who was a bit like-minded to his hesitance, even on different matters, was endearing...then again, he shouldn't assume this is why she is right now. Maybe she just didn't like the dark. Nicholas smiled at her, before speaking. "Don't worry. We'll be fine. I'm sure of it." He stated, as for once, he sounded a bit more confident than usual. Was he putting on a mask of sorts, or just putting away some of his own inner dread to help someone? Eh, who knows. Maybe a little of both, maybe neither at all.

As they continued on, a sound caught his ear. The sound of crashing, and then thrashing of what sounded like metal. His eyes dashed towards the source, but his flame could only illuminate so far. So he simply let Deborah do the talking to the big guy. Yeah, its strange he found him here, but he couldn't read what he was trying to make out with his muted motions. Somehow, Deborah managed to pull a mind-read of sorts and figure out what all was going on. And then Nicholas heard the name of the culprit, and he cringed a bit. Damnit, it had to be that kid, didn't it? He shook his head, following after Deborah and leaving the others behind, a silent anger burning within him. He had taken the levels of bullshit he had gotten from Jago before, but now? This? No, no, no. None of that. He followed alongside Deborah, lighting her way, and once they found Jago, he stood back for a moment, letting Deborah grab ahold of Jago after some comments and then moving alongside her, staring at Jago. "You know man, I knew you had some issues, but -this-, dude? This is pretty stupid of you to do."

Ooooh, White-boy wants to comment? Like he's mother-fuckin-Teresa. Pa-lease. Jago had to resist rolling his eyes. "Look here, Nicky-boy," Jago started off, pointing at Nicholas, "You finally got enough balls to say something? Please. Just shut yo' damn mouth." Because Nicky-boy needs to learn that he's a bitch - and nothing but a bitch. You can't stop being a bitch just because you want to. Or else they wouldn't be any bitches in the world! Bitch.

"God dammit, Jago," Deborah started off, even angrier that her cousin had the gall to start mouthing off at people for telling him the obvious. Yes, what he did was stupid as all hell, because this boy had little to no sense. "Shut. Up."

Nicholas found himself surprised. Not because of Jago's attitude, no, that was typical. He had expected -that- from the get-go. He found himself surprised at Deborah's burst of anger. For someone so kind...to become so angry, this issue must be very close to her. He tilted his head at her. Maybe he could do something to help...-yes-. There was something he could to do help. He slowly moved to place his right hand on her shoulder, not trying to do so hard or notably, but rather, a light touch. And with that touch, thanks to the flame on his right hand, a small jolt of morale-based energy likely would move through her body, at least, temporarily, allowing her to see beyond her anger and maybe feel a bit more in control of herself. After all, the last thing she needed to do is blow her lid like a volcano. He remembered the last time he did that himself, and frankly, it wasn't pretty.

The moment Nicholas touched her, Deborah's power went into action (He is attempting to calm you down, he doesn't want me to lose control of myself). How sweet, but Deborah is fully in control of herself. But she felt the envigorating effects course through her body. She let an exhale out and smiled. "Thank you, Nicholas," She said with a smile. She couldn't help but express her gradtitude. "But I am in control of myself." One thing Deborah knew was that she should never lose control of her temper. She let go of Jago.

Jago rolled his eyes, but was relieved when Deborah let go of him. Looks like White-boy doesn't even have the gall to respond to him. Probably knew he didn't have the balls after all. Hahaha!

Ben walked in at this point, holding a stick of corn inside a bag he had found over Nick's fire. He placed his hand on the top, and held it there, and after a few seconds of constant popping, his popcorn was ready. He lacked the ability to create butter, as dairy production was outside of his control, or salt or any of that, but he was a rough and tasteless fellow, so he could tough out based popcorn without much difficulty. He held some out to any of the group, offering the bag for anyone to take from should they want popcorn/have the ability to produce salt and or butter.

Shannon took some popcorn. It was delicious.

Nicholas looked up at Ben. Huh. Curious. He hadn't thought about using his fire to cook foods before, so...perhaps there were other uses to his powers. Hrm. He smiled at Deborah, ignoring Jago's eye rolling. The guy obviously thrived off of arguments, and when he didn't get it, he wasn't happy. Well, he wasn't indulging him any more. "Right. Should we get going?" He asked, his eyes scanning over the room to make sure they hadn't forgotten anyone. -Including- the female who's name he hadn't gotten yet. He would prefer not to leave anyone behind. "After all, maybe we can figure out a way to get the power back up once we find the issue."

Ben smiled at his inginuity. He was finding more and more uses for powers everyday, from saving lives to doing everyday tasks! He was a mute genius! Just like Beethoven except mute instead of partially blind and deaf! And with powers instead of music (unless you count the kazoo, he was good at teaching people to play that somehow, and he was excellent at the grasswhistle).

The perceptive teen wondered if Ben was truly an idiot. Probably. What did matter was that he was offering everyone some popcorn! Deborah couldn't help but take a handful. She smiled and let out a "Mmmmmm..." sound as she chewed on popcorn. But, oh yeah! They should be getting a move on now. Their business in the lounge was over. "Alright, everyone, for real this time, let's get the hell out of here." Deborah quickly walked through the doors of the lounge - because she wanted to get the hell out of here.

Ben followed the scrubs, holding his popcorn like the boss he was.
Nicholas Raynor

As the lights went out, Nicholas quickly grabbed a hold of a nearby piece of furniture with his left hand, though, it wasn't out of just fear. He didn't want to stub his toe on something, so having his hand on a piece of furniture allowed him to have some level of understanding of where items were in this darkness. Then a thought occurred to him. He could repel this darkness. He did have the means, after all, and he had given his body at least a little time to rest. So he might as well put himself to use. Quickly, a white flame of white color took hold over his right hand, the energy from it seeping into his arm quickly and beginning to mend his arm little by little, bones regenerating and adjusting themselves to their proper positioning. It wouldn't take long before it was completely healed. But that wasn't the point. This very same flame illuminated the area in a white light, making sure that at least a part of the room was clearly lit up around him, as he slowly lifted up his arm to get a better vantage point. "...There. Now I can actually see where I'm stepping."

His eyes quickly dashed towards Red and his hands. Hrm...he wasn't exactly sure what that was about, but something about it seemed strange, off to him. Perhaps another ability? He wasn't even sure, but he wasn't going to speculate on that too much longer. He looked at Deborah, slowly nodding. "That sounds like a smart enough idea. No sense waiting around. Maybe we should try to find out what knocked out the power?" He asked, moving to readjust his backpack so that he was ready to get going the moment they got going. After all, he didn't want to get left behind.
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