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The man felt the a slight rise in temperature in the arena and looked around for the cause, over a little ways from him was a human flamethrower. I hate the heat... The man thought to himself and his body gave off a chill that made the area around him get colder, to compensate for the rise in temp. "..." Better... He continued to watch the man who showed that he could control his powers to an amazing extent, seeing him use his powers made the man even more excited. He made sure though to keep himself practically still so that nobody would notice him, even though he head and eyes kept glancing at the man throwing fire.

Suddenly the guy fell over and the man was wondering if he should go help him or not. After some thought he decided to go over and help him out. He sprinted to where the guy was and extended his hand. "..."

The man sighed as the other guy passed out from too much use of his power. He shook his head and put the guy in a fireman's hold over his shoulder. He then vanished with the guy and appeared nearby where some benches were in the arena. The man then stood up over the guy and put his hands over the guy's head. The air started to get a little dry as moisture was getting gathered, suddenly a small globule of water appeared in the man's hands. He then dropped the water on the other's guy's head in hopes of waking him up. "..." Why am I doing this?

The man shrugged and pointed over to the spot where the other guy was hoping that that would bring back some memories. "..." He then looked away and sat at the other end of the bench, as far as possible from the other guy.

Training Post

The man heard a "Thanks." From the guy beside him and looked away and scratched his head. The arena was now pretty much empty, it was getting late for people and many of them just got too tired from training and went to bed, or in that guy's instance, "pass out." Know that the place was empty the man, known only to himself, he teachers, and his family as Kyler started training.

He put his bag on the bench that he was sitting on and then stood up, he took a deep breath and then he vanished. Seconds later he appeared falling from the highest position possible in the arena. As he was falling towards the ground his twisted his body and stared to spin and kick at the ground. Seconds before he slammed into the ground though he vanished and could be seen seconds later swaying only feet away from his impact site.

Kyler made fast strikes in front of him and the air seemed to make a cracking noise with each strike. Kyler's fighting syle is Shéquán and each of his movements seemed as deadly as the name. He continued to vanished and appear at different areas of the arena, practicing his jabs and kicks. He then raised his arms and a thick wall of water appeared in front of him, the air around him going instantly dry. He then breathed in deeply and the water turned to ice. Without touching the ice he jabbed at it rapidly and impressions could be seen in it. He then breathed in again and jabbed again with hands. The ice shattered with a loud sound and fell to the ground.

Kyler took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forhead. He then sat down crossed legged and closed his eyes to start his meditation. Hours went by and he didn't move at all, his eyes twitched behind his eye lids, but that was the only movement out of him. Kyler then opened his eyes and vanished, his bag was also gone from the bench.

Later he was in his dorm laying on his bed, he said a short prayer, smiled at how his day went and closed his eyes. Sleep finally overtook him.

A worn yellow taxi cab pulled up infront of the school; it was getting late, not only in the day, but in the beginning of the school. A few days had passed at the least, but that was something young Tenma was going to have to deal with. As she now stood on the sidewalk the cab driver opened the trunk, shoving her suicase beside her along with a few other bags. A guitar hung loosely on the figure as she eyed the bitter man. He had probably missed his bedtime, poor baby.

The cab pulled out with a squeal of the tires on the road. Tenma lifted her other bags and began to head to her dorm room. It was getting late, and some people would be asleep, but she still had to go by the office first. As she approached the desk a large woman shot her a glare from under her over-sized glasses. Tenma allowed herself to sigh slightly, but it wasn't audible. "Let me guess, Tenma Yamanaka?" the woman said in a fairly grizzly voice. Tenma responded with a nod, not feeling her words were worth wasting on this woman. Tenma recieved a snort for a reply as the woman pulled out an envelope. It had everything she needed, or at least she assumed as much. Tenma lifted her bags once again and headed off towards her dorm.

The numbers stood out on the door of her room. The number four had gathered a bit of dust, but not enough to fret about. There was a slightly thud as Tenma's bags landed on the floor as she looked for her key in the envelope. A small bronze key fell into her palm. She was glad the lady was intelligent enough to give her a key. With the click of the bolt Tenma shove the door with the hip since she had refilled her hands with bags. The room was a very nice size for a single person. It was monsterous compared to what she had at home. She flipped on the light to get a better look at the place, it was exactly what she had been looking for.

The bed was made and there was a closet, a vanity, all that kind of great stuff. Tenma ran through her list of to-do's for the next day. One of the things she ahd to do for sure was to give Mr. Ulmeyda her restraining order. She had finally recieved it the day before she left, so he didn't have a copy of it. It was a restraining order against her father, but she doubted that would keep him at bay. Tenma kneeled beside her suitcase, unzipping it, and scanning the contents. The clothes she was wearing smelled of smoke and tobacco thanks to the cab driver. Granted she had been a little witch towards him. He had it coming.

Tenma began putting away all of her clothes in the rather spacious closet. The array of clothes were all black with the rare blood red or deep violet. Pleased with herself Tenma began to unload another one of her bags. This one had her cosmetic supplies in it. She only used them to cover the bruises that littered her face. The only evidence that she couldn't cover was the slightly swollen lip that she currently sported. Everything was laid out, just how she liked it. It was quick and easy when it came to finding everything. She was probably being a bit obsessive about it, but that was alright. With a yawn Tenma replaced her smoke coated clothes with a pair of flannel pants and a tank top. She slipped into the bed that had been calling her since she had arrived and began to drift into sleep as she looked over at the case that held Daemon, same and protected.

((Ehhh! Maddio ignored me! Oh well.. moving on!))

Morphia had wandered about aimlessly in the halls until she found something interesting: the training area. There were a fair amount of people here honing their powers. One of which was Ningen. She saw him fighting his own suit; this interesting her greatly, but she decided to leave him be because he was busy. Instead, she clapped a little as he deactivated his suit. She tried not to laugh when it started playing it's snazzy little victory song. Instead, she sat down turning her self around so as to face the wall. Everyone else here has powers... What are mine? she thought a little forlornly. She only had one that she knew of, and that was a slight pyrokinesis. She decided that she would start with attempting to do that. Holding her own hand out in front of her, she concentrated her whole mind onto it's surface. Her brown eyes narrowed in deep thought as she tried to bring on a small fire. Burn. Smoke came first. And then a small fire. Before she realized that she was not immune to her own flames, there was a tiny bonfire going on in her palm. Her eyes widened in fear as she realized that this was burning and she had nowhere to go and no idea how to make it stop.

Turning to someone, anyone, she nervously laughed, "Um... help?"

Looking up gratefully at the man, Morphia smiled a genuinely thankful smile. "T-thank yo-you." she stammered. That was the shortest thing she had said all day to anyone. But, it meant a lot to her that there were people that were willing to help her even though she was not from the same planet. "I just... do not know what I can do yet. I should be having a different target.." She looked apprehensively at her hand (she was very squeamish) to notice that there were burn marks, but they weren't that bad. Lagomorpha shakily stood. Her eyes were welling with tears of her own stupidity. Covering the tears with her hands, she started to dazedly spin away.