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"huh?" Kiery said as her snapped around to face the ranting person. "oh! No, I didn't hit my head, and I really don't need to see the nrse. If there is one. If I didn't have my bottle of rubbing alchohal (if that spelling is still wrong, sorry but Word is being a stupid head.) then I'd be screwed and I'd have to go to the nurse. And don't worry that was just my dad. He pulls crud like that all the time. He's a fish poop." She stood up and held her (un-injured) hand out to shake the girl's hand. "My names Kiery, and thanks for actually showing you care when you think someone's been hurt."



((If you don't understand Kiery calling her dad a fish poop, just have your character ask her. She'll be glad to tell your character.))

Namine followed the group. She was happy IV had taken off before she did. Namine didn't want to seem rude to their new companion by leaving him to check on the girl. Seeing that she was ok, Namine heaved a sigh of relief. "Well im glad you are ok, my name is Namine and this is Zilvolin. Welcome to the school im sure we will all get along." She smiled at the newcomer and extended her hand to the school, causing the trinkets in her garment and hair to tinkle. "There it is, im sure you'll want to get settled in the dorm before doing anything else."

IV smiled and took the hand, shaking it up and down eagerly. "I'm Idonea Velroth, but happily I prefer to be called IV. Glad to know your alright, not so glad to learn that your father is a jerk." She glanced at Kiery's injured hand suspicously once more then looked up. "But yes, Namine's right in that notion. Speaking of which, what dorm's are you guys in?" IV let go of Kiery's hand, nodding her head before turning on her heel so she was facing the group more. "You don't have to say of course, but I myself reside within dorm number 4. Just for future notice and all that."

"Seven!" Kiery proclaimed as she raised her hand high in the air for two seconds before letting it rest at her side again. "And it's lovely to meet you all." She looked at Zilvolin as if he were a puzzle, but she quickly shook her head as her thought swirled around a different topic. "and after we get ourselves situated in our dorms, could someone help me find the nurses office? I'm gonna need more peroxide. (peroxide is my new word for rubbing alchohal cause I can tell I'm spelling peroxide right.) I'm gonna need it if I plan on using my powers anytime soon. Which I do. It would be quite difficult to atend this school and not use my power." Kiery said simply and somewhat apoligeticly.

((Happy Thanksgiving to you as well!))

He takes a step back somewhat shyly and stares to the floor with the glance passed upon him by Kiery. He assumed that he was to expect more of such a thing here. Was his kind really so hard to come by, he wondered? Glance then lifts to give their attention to Kiery again, not knowing where's the nurse's office was himself but quite curious as to why her god given abilities would require its use. His thoughts would reflect such in his eyes.

((Lol! Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of power. All one can do for now is sit and wait. And on that note, chicken on thanksgiving?))

((Haha, nice! blaugh ))

((screw the posting order. It makes sence for me to post now stare ))

Kiery shot Zilvolin an apologetic look. Actually it was more of an, apologetic, I'll explain later, for her rude behavior look.
She then turned to IV. "peroxide is like rubbing alchohal. It's also what makes a hospital smell like... a hospital. (I think that's what it is anyway) And I don't exactly need the peroxide to use my power. I just need it to clean up. Here. I'll show you. I have just a little peroxide left..."
And with that Kiery went searching through her bag again 'till she found her near-empty bottle of peroxide, and a very small retractable razor blade type thing. As she set the bottle of peroxide on the ground she said, "oh, and if you're not ok with gore, you may want to avert your eyes." The slid the razor out of it's handle,, and very carefully, oh so carefully, made an inscision on her hand that was without other injury. "Now watch this. Unless gore's not your thing." she said as she slid the razor back into it's handle/sheath thing. She held her hand level to the ground, palm up. As her blood oozed out of the inscision, it climbed upword at an abnormal pace. It weaved itself up, and soon, there was a very small replica of a tree. "I can make artsy things like this, or I can make more practical things like this." And Kiery moved her hand down in a sweeping movement and as she did so, the blood that was once a tree replica, melded itself into a good-sized sword. She made her palm level with the ground once more, and her blood was "sucked" back into her hand with just a little mess. "Now's the cue for the peroxide. I need to make sure the cut is clean so that I'm not trapping dirt and germs in my bloodstream when I do this," she said as she poured the little bit of peroxide on her cut, winceing slightly from the burn, and then placeing her other hand on the cut for about two seconds once again. When she removed her hand, the cut had completely and perfectly scabbed over.

((Oh my gosh that was so much fun to write!!))