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The 1st Magical Incursion [Reboot] [Accepting]

David Smith

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

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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."

The 1st Magical Incursion [Reboot] [Accepting]

David Smith

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

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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.)

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

D'aww...well, all good things tend to come to an end, really!

I enjoyed RPing with you all!

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

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.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

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.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

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.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

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.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Deborah Termellio, & Nicholas Raynor

After a short time of wandering through the rain towards none other the Student Dorms, Nicholas used his one working arm to open the door to the building's entrance, before closing it behind him, making sure to avoid hitting his arm on it. The pain seemed to be slowly returning from his own injury, and at this rate, he needed to find a way to focus and relax his mind. During this time, he would usually resort to what was one of his favorite activities. Unfortunately, he knew the system of this school involved some form of roommate system. And that scared him. He couldn't allow himself to be caught reading by just -anyone- who walked through the door. So he resigned to himself -not- to read in his room...at least, not obviously. No, for now, he would have to find another option.

Quickly, he proceeded towards the Student Lounge. Yes, it would be occupied by several students. Yes, he could be caught, but thats if he didn't play his cards right. The nice thing about having a great deal of conversing around you meant that you were virtually invisible more-so than not when in a large crowd. And that was exactly what he was hoping for. As he walked along the hallway, he used his functioning hand to move his wet bangs out from in front of his eyes, before walking into the Student Lounge. He observed the situation closely, and took note of a few people he recognized...specifically, what seemed like both Deborah and Shannon. Strange that those two were friends, despite what seemed to be conflicting opinions. Either way, they seemed to be grouping together and away from a mass majority, which meant if people turned to look in that direction, they would focus on their group...perfect.

With that, he slowly wandered toward their side of the room, peering down at one of the larger tables on the side. Watching their movements and making sure he wasn't within their vision, he quickly slipped underneath it, before slipping his backpack off. Quickly, he unzipped a smaller pouch, but near the center region of the backpack, pulling out a brown and black bible that had his name titled on the bottom of its front page, having been embedded in rainbow colors that seemed to have been done by an expert, rather than just someone marking it with some sort of coloring tool. Either way, he quickly opened up the book, drifting into a few of his key verses, repeating a few of them silently, as simply doing so helped him feel more at ease. He leaned back, relaxing underneath the table...

Unfortunately, he failed to realize how close one of the table legs was to his right arm. As he leaned back, the pressure of the table leg pressing against his arm, which was now completely sensitive, caused him to yelp in pain louder than usual. He widened his eyes, quickly pulling up and looking around, his lower body frozen in fear. Oh god...this couldn't be good. If someone caught him here, like this, he had no doubt they would ask why he was hiding. But with his injured arm, he couldn't really rush as quickly as he would like to...

What the hell was that sound? It made Debs jolt a bit. It sounded like someone hit their head. Fortunately Deborah's power nudged her in the right direction (Someone is under that table, likely injured). Thanks power. It didn't tell her who or what made that noise, but it was polite enough to point her in the right direction. Anyone else would have ignored it and continued, but not Deborah. Her curiousity was calling, and it was telling her to just have a quick look. Thus, Deborah put up a finger like she was telling everyone to hold on for a second, and walked over to it.

Shannon paid it absolutely no mind. It might be another sexual deviant getting off in public.... Again. She should keep these thoughts out of her head, she's eating cake after all. Good cake!

It wasn't long before Deborah was kneeling forward and poking her head underneath the table. Hopefully it's not another chronic masturbator (Last time was nas-tay)! It was hard to see under the table, but she got a clear enough view.... Nicholas Raynor. The boy she had talked to not too long ago (Under here to relax). Instead of his dick in his hand, he had a bible (He keeps his religion a secret). So Nicholas is a Bible-boy, huh? That alone didn't interest her, what DID was the fact that he felt it necessary to keep it a secret. He's a school full of the strangest and most beautiful people around. Being a Christian would be the least of it, though, she didn't fully understand him. She didn't know what he's been through, and what kind of person he was before he came here. Nor was she religious herself. However, Deborah wasn't going to blurt it out in public, she had to be subtle. She has a reputation to keep! Because as if now, she's Nick's Secret Keeper. And that was something she felt was sacred.
"Hey boy..." Deborah said with a impish grin, "Hit your head or something?" Her tactic was to bring as little attention to the Bible as possible. Because if he's going to get over this irrational fear, he needs to know it's not as bad as he thinks.

Oh dear. Oh...god help him. Someone's seen him. On the -very first day-, someone's seen him read this book. Or at least...he thought so. She didn't seem to bring attention to it. He slowly sighed, moving to set down the Bible and rub the back of his head with his functional hand. "...Well, kind of, Deborah. You see, I kind of hurt my arm during some sparring I did at the training hall, and I haven't really had that much strength to try to heal myself yet. I'm trying to give myself some time to relax and garner that strength back before overexerting myself. Anyways, I ended up hitting my arm against the table leg...and it kind of hurt." He finished, laughing a bit nervously at the end, the laugh obviously somewhat faked. He was completely fearful, underneath his smiling exterior. All too paranoid that something was going to go wrong, she would draw too much attention to him, and then...well, at some point, someone was going to pick on him, take his Bible, and rip it to shreds. And he couldn't -have- that. He -needed- it. So the best thing he could do is divert attention away from it.

The second Nicholas mentioned he had injured himself, Deborah scanned his body for any visible injuries (He is telling the truth). While her power confirmed what he was saying as correct, what she wanted to do was get a glance at his injuries, just for a second, then get more information about it. But she couldn't see anything! She was tempted to pull this child's clothes off to get a better look at it.... And that didn't sound good even in the slightest. Whatever. She had to keep this going, no matter what happened. "You picked a weird place to relax." She said with a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "But really, though, you okay, boy? Need to get to a nurse? I know someone."

Nicholas honestly considered this for a moment...before shaking his head. "Thanks, Deborah, but no thanks. I'd...rather not draw attention to myself right now, really..." He stated. He then quickly moved to grab his Bible and slip it into his backpack, zipping it up quickly before anyone else could get sight of it, before he moved to slip out from under the table, carefully grasping his entire right arm and carefully moving it away from the table as he stood up alongside it, smiling. He seemed a lot less stressed, now that his Bible was hidden away again. "Thanks for checking on me, though, I appreciate it. I can probably afford to heal myself now. Its...no real big deal, though. A few broken bones along my right arm, nothing my flame can't handle."

Well that was nice (Nick was relaxed with his bible out of sight). Deborah watched as Nick climbed from underneath the table and hopped up to his feet. "Boy, don't be hiding under tables like that." Deborah told him in an amused tone. "And I'm glad to hear that." She gave him a disarming smile, tilting her head to the side. Well, there wasn't much else to go over here. She'll have to think of something.... Oh! There's her new troupe. While he didn't get off on the right foot with Shannon, perhaps he could make nice with Poppy. In a swift motion, Deborah latched onto Nicholas's wrist. She held on tightly, probably to the point of causing him some pain, but to her; it's tough love. "You should meet my friends..." Deborah dragged him over to her group.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Jago Andrew Javuant, & Nicholas Raynor.

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Nicholas internally facepalmed at Jago's words...or more-so, his attitude. He didn't know how well this was going to go or not, he simply walked after Jago, not bothering to take the time to argue with him. He knew it would be a waste of breath on a guy as high as himself as this, though he had to admire just how spirited he was. As the girl with the hunchback passed him and slipped him a "Hi", he quickly responded, waving to her. "Hey. Have a good night, and be careful out there." He noted to her, looking to her as she walked away before turning towards Jago, lifting up his arms in front of himself, forming fists. "Right, so how are we going to do this? Just freeform sparring, or is there any rules you want to set down?"

Huh? So White-Boy wants to spar? If he has it in him, then why should Jago even object? All in the name of fun. Though, he might lose a bit of control of himself and accidentally knock Nicholas on his ass with an infused punch. Jago watched as Urchin-Girl walked by and completely ignored him, and gave a high assed 'Hi' to old Nicky-boy. God almighty, doesn't anyone here have any respect? Jago had to roll his eyes. The second she was out of earshot, Jago chuckled. "God help that freak..." Though, he had a bit of respect for Codi. She managed to nearly break down his shields, as hard as it sounded. And while she had little to no personality, at least she wasn't that annoying. It was just something he wasn't going to show. "Enough about her, and more about me." Jago pointed two fingers at himself as he quickly changed subjects. Rules? Who the fuck needs rules? In a street fight, there ain't no rules. Only yourself, your opponents, and maybe a baseball bat. But, eh, White-boy here must be accustomed to tickle fights and co-co. Sooooo maybe he should take it easy. Just for first times sake.

"Free-form's coo, but maybe we should take a little easy?" Jago was obviously cheeky, that manner of speech and smirk showed it. He was mocking Nicholas. "I don't want you to break a nail. Hahahaha..." He hovered over the training hall floors, and landed right in the center. A perfect arena for their little duel. From the way Jago saw it, it should be easy trashing this kid. From one look, Jago knew this kid probably ain't shit, and that healing fire crap isn't going to do him any good. While Jago could easily defend himself against most forms of attack. Then again, he hasn't seen all of White-boy's tricks. Which made him ask, ".... Do you want to use powers?" He asked him, tilting his head and giving him a curious look.

Nicholas frowned. Jeez, this guy really -was- on a high horse. Not only did he take someone leaving without speaking to him offensively, but he had the gall to offend his former training partner. Nicholas simply shook his head, sighing as he lowered his arms to his side. "I don't need you to take it easy on me. Go all out." He stated firmly, as he slowly moved his right leg behind his left, giving two or three feet of distance between each foot and bending his knees. He had to admit, his actual technique was rusty, but his experiences with former bullies were intense, and with the amount of beatings -he- had gone through over the years, he had learned how and when to anticipate some level of oncoming assault. His eyes slowly sharpened, the blue gleam from them taking hold as a small flame sprouted from his right hand, as he slowly applied it to his forehead. The moment it took hold, it glowed brightly, not administering a healing effect, but rather, focusing on the morale-boosting effect. Quickly, the effect bolstered his confidence, as no longer did he seem fearful or cautious. Just watchful, silent, awaiting his opponent's movement. After all...it always seemed that being too head strong would create an outcome in the negative.

Hm... Seems like Nicky-boy's taking a defensive. Which is a problem since Jago's style revolves around defense too. Jago eyeballed that fire for a moment. He casually downed that Gatorade before wiping his mouth clean. It was completely empty, save for a few drops that he wouldn't be able to get to. He gave him a toothy grin.... Don't take it easy? Okay! Jago tossed the empty bottle right in Nicholas's face, before beginning a little charge. Using that telekinetic bullshit, Jago was able to increase his mobility by quite a few notches. Thus, he slid alongside the ground, with a smooth dark-purple aura around him, and closed in on Nicholas. If he wanted to, he could just make this kid float and punt him across the room, but, nah. Where's the fun in that? He delivered a solid punch to Nicholas's core. He didn't use his telekinetic abilities to augment it, because he didn't want to show that ability just yet. Nor did he want to reveal his telekinetic nature in one fell swoop. In fact, this whole move should show Nicky-boy that he's not all shields!

Hrm. This kind of approach. As the gatorade approached, he used the gatorade in his own left hand, still partially full, to deflect the oncoming bottle in a sweeping motion, releasing his own gatorade bottle with the same motion at the same time, the cap on tight to make sure it didn't spill everywhere. As soon as he got an eye on Jago, he kept his arm extended outward, awaiting the eventual strike. And then, he saw it, the first shoulder movements revealing a punch. His eyes focused on the arm being extended outward, before thrusting his own extended arm inward towards the oncoming punch, extending his other hand out towards the other side of the oncoming punch, as his left hand's palm pushing against the oncoming punch's wrist before it connected as his right hand then moved to grab onto the same punch's arm, before using Jago's momentum to pull him forward towards Nicholas, before delivering a powerful knee at Jago's core, before pushing him back with both of his hands via Jago's shoulders. No. He was not going to be caught off guard so easily.

Whoa! Looks like Jago majorly underestimated White-boy. Seems like he's got some moves! His punch was tossed aside, and he was falling towards Nicholas. There was a knee heading straight towards him, though, he can handle that one. Using his free hand, he swept his palm across and created a shield right in the path of his knee. The attack was effortlessly bounced off the shield. It took much worse in the past! However, after all this whole attack was over, Jago was being sent sprawling. Nothing too serious. He used his telekinesis to adjust his balance and quickly got himself back to his feet. Perhaps Jago will have to handle this a little differently. Nicholas probably knew what he was doing, probably got some training. Not really that surprising since Nicholas probably got his lunch money taken too much, and his parents gave him karate lessons so he'd be less of a bitch. What did Jago have? Some basics taught to him by his daddy. Jago sneered. He wondered how his Dad responded to his training being turned against him...

That wasn't important. He has a fight to win! Jago, while young, had a lot of creativity behind his belt. The same creativity can be applied to his shields. Jago crossed his arms over his mid-section in a X and did a sweeping motion outwards, palms out. He created a nice little bubble shield around Nicholas. White-boy here would quickly find out another detail of Jago's amazing gift. While Nicholas can't go through it, Jago can. He closed in, waiting for Nicky-boy to pull any tricks.

Hrm. Well, it seemed Nicholas' judgements weren't too far off. Because of this, however, he wasn't about to kick Jago while he was down. He was going to allow the boy some level of reprieve. It was only proper. Unfortunately, it seemed that was his undoing. By allowing him time to respond, he quickly learned that his abilities had more than one aspect to them. His shield could not only be used on himself, but on others. He could already tell where -this- was going. He was trapped, with no way to get out. At least, not normally. As a sphere, and one strong from the inside rather than the outside, something like this couldn't be more than a certain strength based on the fact that it probably had to defend omnidirectionaly. So perhaps by focusing his abilities...

Nicholas slowly stepped back, forming another set of flames, this time forming around his feet and his core. Strange. Why there? Simply put, he was going to put together something he had thought about in his own mind. A creative use of sorts. He stared forward, taking note of the oncoming Jago. He only had so much time. Slowly, he concentrated, moving the right half of his body slightly back with a light step, allowing his left side dominance. His flames began to glow abnormally brightly, distributing even more of the morale-boosting effect through-out his body. No fear. No limiter. He pulled back his right arm, pulling it as far back as he could in this barrier, allowing his chest muscles to stretch and bend with this motion, pulling back as far as he could. And then...something quite peculiar happened.

All three of the flames. The one from his bending legs, and the one from his core, launched forward into his pulled back arm, glowing brightly and covering the arm in the shimmering light being created by the flames. At the same time, he quickly shifted focus, stepping forward with his right leg and extending forward his right arm towards the shield, bending his knee and crouching slightly down to get as much force as possible out of the blow, despite how it injured his body and the effect it would have on his arm.

However, this was -not- the good idea he had intended. As soon as the punch made contact with the shield, it pushed forward, yes, but bounced back, forcing Nicholas back with all of the force he had just pushed in, feeling himself reeling back from it and onto the ground. However, there was -one- bright side to this. If Jago had been in range of that punch, which he hadn't quite felt due to the fact that his morale-boosting flames had kind of been there to evoke an indomitable force over the pain that would have been there if he had collided, he would have felt the majority of that punch's power.

Nicholas's little plan certainly was amusing! Jago had to stop to laugh. Loudly. He had to kneel over and slap his knee. "Ahahaha...." He said. Not revealing all your tricks in one good was definitely the way to go! Though, he though Nicholas had short term memory since he forgot about his knee bouncing off the shield. He was hoping that there'd be someone here to watch, but looks like this is no arena. Whatever. This would be a personal victory. "Didn't feel good, now did it Nicky-boy!?" Jago loudly shouted. He refrained from calling him "White-Boy" since that's something he keeps to himself. White-boy might be politically correct, and get offended.

But enough White-boy politics! Jago had to retaliate! Since Nicholas was already on the ground, and Jago was already knelt over, he hovered over the ground with his hand extended to grab. He was quick as hell. Faster than he was on foot. He grabbed onto Nicholas's leg the second it came in range, and figured he'd take him for a riiiiiiiiide.

Nicholas felt so stupid. What a waste of energy. And not only that, he was getting insulted by the kid. Nicky-boy, eh? Well, its not like he minded it, but just his attitude itself made Nicholas just a little bit more annoyed. Well, ya live and learn. Taking advantage of the moment of reprieve, he used his own flames, which were dying down, to quickly begin to heal any damage left over from his maneuver with his right hand, feeling the soothing from the action as a few seconds later, his arm was quite well. Thats when he looked back at Jago, noting his oncoming approach. He only had a few seconds to react. In this position, he could only do so much. So he did what he could. As Jago reached in for his leg, he pulled into within the barrier, as in retaliation, he pulled his leg back before delivering a forward thrust with the same leg at Jago's face, aiming to push him back and away, before attempting to get onto his feet, preparing for Jago's own retaliation.

Dammit. Jago was kicked clean off balance. The bottom of Nick's shoe collided with Jago's face at high speeds. Which left a nasty mark on his face. Worst of all, it made him stumble back a few feet. Using his telekinesis to regain his balance yet again. The sphere Jago made had disappeared at this point. It didn't matter. It served it's purpose. Jago will have to do a little bit more to bring Nicholas down. Because so far, everything he's been doing offensively hasn't been working... It dawned on him. Adam and Deborah told him to stick to what he's good at. Which is defense. Jago has an insanely weak offense and he knew it. He made up for it in raw defense. "Yo!" Jago shouted as he stood tall, and put his hands on his sides. "Nicky-boy, how about you pull that tampon out your ass and come and get some!" Not the most subtle tactic, but maybe Nicholas will take the bait. Otherwise, if Nicky-boy wants to be a bitch, then Jago will show him his telekinetic side.

Nicholas frowned. Oh...one of these maneuvers? Hrm...he wondered. Slowly, he walked towards Jago. But he didn't pull back his arm. He simply looked him over. But he did nothing. He simply stood there, maybe re-concentrating his energy on his flames, but he did absolutely -nothing-. He stood there, so close to taking Jago's bait, which he quickly recognized as such. That kind of wording is -asking- for trouble. After a moment, Nicholas moved over back towards the gatorade he had dropped, moving to reach down to it and unscrew the cap, taking a large portion of it and guzzling it down, emptying the bottle quickly and placing it back down before looking at Jago. "So, is that it?" He asked, tilting his head. He hated to do this, but he knew the young man had no good intentions for him...

Hahaha... Nicky-boy knows his stuff. Probably more than even Jago himself! He knew that Jago's heavy defense would be too much on his little baby tush. Fair enough, baby.
It was time for Jago to show Nicky-boy that he's a telekinetic. Jago started laughing, starting off quietly, then breaking out to all out mad-man in a few seconds. "Oh, you haven't even seen half of it." He pointed a hand at Nicholas, which was wrapped in a neat aura, and made a simple gesture with one finger. He extended his finger, then pointed it straight up. Nicholas would find himself floating helplessly in the air. Almost like he's been relieved of a mighty weight! He would have a hard time even moving without flapping his arms. But, Jago's not done yet! Oh, no! It's time for Jago to go on the offensive. Jago swept another arm across, and created another shield. Not a sphere, but a simple wall right in front of Nicholas. Show-tiiiiiime! Jago put on his game face as he skated across the floor using his abilities straight at Nicholas. He was picking up speed fast, going faster than no boy should ever go! All in the name of one last finishing move. Jago intended on ramming the shield, using his combined speed and body weight to send Nicholas flying across the room. It would hurt, but damn, it would be cool!

Nicholas widened his eyes as he was lifted up into the air, unable to move. Hrm. Well, this -was- something. He was unable to move. Just float. But luckily, he was still in control of himself. Jago apparently intended to use this in order to outright render him unable to counteract Jago's own movements. His offensive capabilities. Well, it was finally time to let his power shine through. His opponent raced towards him at breathtaking speeds, and he had very little time to react. And so, he did something shocking. He pulled his body back as he floated, lifting his left hand up in front of his body as if preparing to try to stop Jago's oncoming onslaught..which he knew was impossible. Using this as a distraction, the flame on his forehead vanished, instead internalizing and spreading throughout his body for one last final morale-push, as the moment Jago's body rammed against the shield, Nicholas aimed to use the last of his own remaining ability to deliver an extremely strong punch, with no safeguard to how much it hurt from the oncoming force, to force the shield to bounce back with all the force Jago himself had delivered and force -him- back instead. Quickly, he bent his body forward, his chest muscles straining and aching by how they were exherted, but the pain was ignored, as he continued onward, aiming to deliver all he could as a piledrived the punch, twisting it to retain the energy he could as he let it loose as he threw it against the oncoming shield. All he could do was hope he could succeed with this, or else he was in for a world of hurt.

Seems like Nicky-Boy was intending on going out with a bang too! Jago was hoping he'd just float there like a bitch then take it, but he had to do otherwise. At least it's interesting! Nicholas learned quickly, enough so that he could turn the barriers against Jago! That ain't fair, but it's a double-edged sword. A little effect happened. When Nicholas hit the shield, it had whacked Jago with enough force to divert his rush. However, he was packing enough speed and momentum that the shield whipped back towards Nicholas. Except, with not as much force hitting an undisturbed barrier would entail. And yes. It hurt like hell. Jago hit the shield shoulder first and it was set alight with a pain that wasn't unfamiliar. As a result of all of this combined, however, his concentration was broken. Thus the barrier disappeared, and Nicholas would fall back to his feet. Almost like gravity had suddenly returned.

Jago hit the cold metal of the training room, hard. There he laid. Face down on shiny metal. It was an epiphany! Time to give this shit a break. Before he breaks something important. Like his dick. Jago raised a finger into the air, still face down. "... I think we have come to a draw." As much as he hated forfeiting matches he knew that he had to stop. Smashing into barriers at high speeds tend to do that. Besides! While he came to two draws in one day, at least it isn't him getting his ass kicked. Jago hopped up to his feet, pressing against the ground with his hands.

Uuugh. Man. The pain was NOT fun to deal with, as he held his arm in pain as he floated down onto the ground. All of that reflected damage from the shield had managed to hit, what else, his extended arm that had punched the barrier itself. Because of this, his arm wasn't in the greatest condition, but given some time to recover, he could quickly heal it. Were a few things broken in it? Probably. A few finger bones, maybe his wrist. He wouldn't be moving for a while. He sighed in relief though. "...Yeah. You did great, Jago." He stated, smiling now that the fight was over and simply sitting down on the metallic surface, laying down on it and resting his body and mind by closing his eyes, breathing in deeply inwardly and outwardly. It was something he had enjoyed, yes, but he was surprised he did so well. Perhaps his powers and his abilities weren't so useless in his own combat after all...then again, he was fighting a defensively-based person, rather than someone offensive. Either way, though...it had been enlightening enough, and it was good enough training for today, he supposed.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Jago Andrew Javaunt, & Nicholas Raynor.

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Upping the ante seemed appropriate. After all, so far, Jago has made her look like a little bitch. He eased up a little in the break between her attacks. Didn't want to make a blood vessel explode or something. He was getting strained from all this shielding, buuuuut, so should Urchin-Girl over here. It was a test to see who would give out first, and Jago was going to make sure it wasn't him. Whatever urchin girl was doing, it looked funky. Just like he was warned, Jago got back. Instead of taking steps back, his body floated up into the air a bit with a blue aura, and landed a few feet back. Not that he was worried or anything. There was a difference between lookin' tough and being stupid. Those spines looked mighty dangerous. Yikes! He wasn't going to admit it, but those things scared him a bit. What if one of those went through him.... He doesn't have to worry about that, though. Ultimate shield, and shit. This onslaught was different, though. It was putting pressure on him like never before. It fucking felt like someone was squeezing his brain. Sweat was dripping down his head into his eyes, and his legs were shaking.

He gave out.

"... Ugh!" The shield seemingly evaporated, and Jago felt relieved. Any of Urchin girl's freak attacks that were heading towards him went unobstructed. Thank God he got back. For good measure, though, he got back even further. Not because he was scared, but because he didn't want to get run through. Fear and common sense. There's a difference. "Ah... Hehehe..." Jago scratched the back of his neck like some nervous twat, with an equally dumb smile on his face. "Looks like I need a break!" He jumped straight up to his feet, making a low awkward laughter. It was better than letting Urchin-girl break his shield. Which was pretty much about to happen, what it is what it is. Better pick up that Gatorade... His juice! Christ, during that desperate struggle, he dropped it. It was all depressing! Lying there spilled on the floor. Wasted! Like the last ten minutes He gonna have to get some more....

"Hold up for a sec," Jago put up a finger as he raised one foot, waist-high, then put it down forward. He held that pose for a second, as he turned everything above the waist towards Codi. Much as he'd like to get up and march off, he decided to show Codi a little of his cordial side. "Gonna go take a break juice break so my mind doesn't turn into mush, okay?" He stepped off towards the vending machine.

And on the other hand of things, it turned out a certain Nicholas had arrived on the scene, having ran through the rain and gotten doused with plenty of the liquid to make his hair at least a little wet. He shook his head as he walked in through the doors of the building, before taking note of something. He hadn't even drank much of his tea before. Crud. And he unfortunately could feel the yearning in his body for something sweet to drink. Maybe gatorade would do the trick. After all, he had always liked how they were sweet, and yet, not overpowering.

Within seconds, he looked around, and spotted a vending machine, with a student, seemingly a tad bit younger than himself who seemed to be sweating profusely, of all things, heading towards it. He considered it rude to step in front of someone, so he took the alternate route, moving to step behind the younger boy, as if to make a line in front of the vending machine. Notably, he quickly took out a dollar in change. He wasn't one who had skimped out on money, thankfully, his parents had given him a good deal of spending money since they had been aware he would likely need it here and there. And he was going to make sure to use it as best as he could.

Who is this sweat stain? Jago looked as another boy came out of no where. Just looked like another whiteboy. Nothin' special about him. But Jago had to give him props: he knew to step the hell aside. Jago flashed him a grin, the shit-eating kind, and sarcastically said, "Thank you!" As he went to go get his own drink. He got yet another Gatorade. A lime-flavored one. Personally, all Gatorade tasted like sugared piss, but damn did they get the job done. He quickly downed it as he leaned up against the vending machine. While he was drinking it, his eyes were on Nicholas the whole time. Sizing him up... That was barely even neccessary since this kid looked like a punk right off the bat. Though, he said the same thing about Codi! And she nearly punched through the Ultimate Shield. And little Jago wasn't expecting that. He'll have to see what Bitch-boy here is packing in terms of powers before he chalks him off as being worthless or not.

"Yo, you there," Jago started off, "What brings you to the training hall, hm?"

Well, -this- guy didn't seem too friendly. Nicholas quickly picked up on his attitude as soon as he gave him that grin. Ugh. Like he hasn't seen that pride before. Quickly, he simply nodded to the guy. He didn't want to cause any trouble, and thanks to Deborah, he was in a fairly good mood and was confident in the fact he wasn't about to let it get ruined by just -anyone-. After the guy got his drink, Nicholas walked up to the vending machine and inserted his money, getting a glacier cheery flavor, the white, almost mist-like color of the gatorade apparent as he opened it up and took a sip, before replacing the cap and winding it back on before looking at this fellow. "I was told it might be a good idea for me to come here to see if I could help others push themselves, being my power has the ability to do that." He stated, leaning against the wall next to the vending machine, taking another sip.

Now, little Nicholas here got Jago's attention. Helping others push themselves, that might be fun. Especially when Urchin-Girl over there nearly pushed him to his limits. "Huh... Funny," Jago took the Gatarade away from his lips, looking at Nicholas. "I'm here to push myself to my limits. If you get my jist." That grin got much larger. If Nicholas didn't get the hint, then white-boy right here must be dumber than a bag of hammers. In fact, Jago thought he should hit him with a bag of hammers just to get the point across that he dumb. Whatever, Jago still had a little trace of politeness in there somewhere. Introducing himself might be a start. "I'm Jago. You?" Your name is probably something really gay. Like Jeffery, or James... Anything with a J sounded gay.

Nicholas sharpened his eyes. Ugh...he could tell already, this guy wanted to just use him, most likely. He had dealt with that before, but not quite like this. He slowly sighed, snapping his fingers and forming a bright flame on his right thumb. "Right. I'm Nicholas, by the way. Also, hold still." He stated firmly, walking towards Jago and moving to press his thumb against Jago's own forehead, as the power of sheer improvement of inner morale would quickly find itself distributing through Jago's body as he spoke, the flame firmly remaining on Jago's head as Nicholas pulled his hand away, before taking a sip of his gatorade and continuing to lean against the wall. It wasn't that he meant to be rude, but he just didn't want to deal with this kind of person too long. He had a feeling he would have to anyways, but if there was one thing that irked him a little more than it should, it was people who used others for their own gain. Hrm...though...maybe it wouldn't turn out so bad.

"... You have one second to..." Jago threated as this fucking stranger decided to violate his personal space. Nicholas was two seconds away from getting the shit knocked out of him, when he did that fire thing. He felt... different. He felt like he could take on the world! For real this time. He never felt so uplifted in his life. Only one problem. "That's cool, white boy...." He grabbed Nicholas's hand, and pulled it away. "... But don't touch the valuable property, okay? That's gay." Jago sounded super cheeky throughout his little statement. You don't touch the grand champion you peasant! There's a place where kids like Nicholas belonged, and it was at Jago's feet. "What the hell was that, anyway?" Jago asked as he drunk even more Gatorade.

Nicholas frowned. Oh dear. Here we go. One of -these- guys. Ugh. He slowly nodded and closed his eyes. "Right, right. Anyways, it was my power. I'm...still unsure what to call it, but its some sort of flame that both is capable of healing and giving people little...bravery boosts? Perhaps the term "morale-boost" makes more sense." He stated after a moment of consideration. "It may sound pretty weak compared to some other people here, but I've been useful so far, so I haven't had a reason to really complain." He finished, before looking at the other equipment in the building. Great. He hoped he didn't get stuck being this guy's assistant at this rate because of his interest in his power. Ugh.

"... Wanna be my assistant?" Jago asked with a rather cheeky smile. White-boy here might not have much in terms of personality, looks, or probably not even money, but he sure as hell will useful for something. He would rather have Nicholas on his side than against him, because why not? He had enemies here, and Nicholas seemed like a real chipper. The kind of kid you could push around with a itty bitty bit of aggression. He would love to make this guy his bitch for the rest of the school year. "Yeah, man, you and I could make our own little team, ya' hear?" He started off. Maybe he should tell a little bit about himself... Or just his powers. Huh. Actually, now that he thought about it, his power probably works in synergy with Nicholas'. A healer, and a shielder. Probably could save someone's life if they ever need to. But naaaaah. Shit happens all the time, and it ain't like someone's going to attack this happy little school. If they did, Jago would trip Vespera.

"Yo," Jago started off, snapping his fingers. He created a shield between himself and Nicholas. Glowing purple and translucent. Not as big and thick as the shield he used to block Codi, because this was a quick demonstration! Give ol' Nicky boy here a taste of what's to come. "My power is to make shields, and ain't nothing can break them. In fact, they just took a beating and still were going strong!" Jago jerked his head awkwardly towards Codi. To get Nicholas to look at her - Though, with a body like that, who would? Ooooooh. Maybe some sexual fetishist is into urchins or hunchbacks. "So don't even think about cracking the ultimate shield."

Nicholas smiled. While instinctually, when he heard this, he was ready to cringe, a thought popped into his mind, hardly ever in older communities was a service offered without something in return. And that was the exact angle he wanted to play off of. He had been told he could use his healing factor to pull off stunts that he normally wouldn't be able to, and survive relatively unharmed afterwards. With that in mind, he rose up his index finger after looking at the girl with the strange hunchback. Hrm. He recognized her. She had been carrying that one girl...Theresa, yes. He hadn't gotten this girl's name yet, so he would have to ask later. And this fellow's power was interesting...and yet, he had reason to believe that the 'ultimate shield' wasn't so ultimate. Based on how this guy was talking he -may- have been exaggerating his abilities...or maybe he was serious and Nicholas didn't know what he was talking about.

"Alright, but only on a few conditions. This isn't going to be a one way deal. I help you, you gotta help me. I plan on pushing myself physically and learning to adapt new ways to use my abilities for more than just outright healing. Because of that, I'll need someone to test different ideas with, and I'm not saying you'll have to be a punching bag, because you have those shields, after all. Furthermore, I'm no one's servant. I might be nice, but I'm nice because I have a -choice- to be. You take that away, and you'll find yourself assistant-less. Sound fair?" He asked, before simply taking another sip of his gatorade. Nicholas was nice most of the time, but the one thing he -was not- going to let happen was to be bullied around by someone who looked younger than him.

Looks like white-boy here is at least trying to have a spine. Trying and succeeding are two different things, but Jago had to give him props here. "Maaaaaaan," Jago gave Nicholas an aside-glance, laughing boisterously, "Think I'm some rich bitch that never got worked? I don't need an assistant, so don't worry about that." He had to answer the man-servant comment, because he wasn't going to let him think he needs one. The rest was ultimately what Jago wanted to hear. He knew that Urchin-girl probably had some reefs to fuck, so he doubted she would make a good training buddy. But Nicky-boy here? At least he'd make a training bud. Maybe not a good one, but Jago's options were running out. "Sure, sure... I give what I take." He laughed, "You help me, I help you, get it?"

Though, Jago had some other ideas. He started walking up into the training floor. He stopped and turned halfway towards Nicholas, "What? Don't want to get started now? Believable Nicky! I had such high hopes for you."