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Picking up the book he had thrown, he flung it over, and it slid to a stop on top of the bookcase. He eyed her, and put his hands on his hips, eyeing her, as he took a good look for a few secnods, before smirking. "You have it wrong. I want to hang with you." It was amusing playing with the words of the human language, as one could lie so easily while actually speaking the truth. "I hope you don't have a problem." He took a step closer, folding his arms as he did so, and stuck his tongue out at her. "Or are you scared I'll know too much about you?"

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Rivera was a little surprised. Her face showed it too... after finally learning to express her emotions with something other than her eyes, she began to feel like she wanted them hidden again. Can't live with them, can't live without them... emotions were a lot like boys... She let her face return to its normal, impassive look, her eyes shifting from gray to steel blue and back and forth. Her history... what was it exactly? She wasn't sure how she got anywhere now... so strange how it all happened, in bits and pieces.

"I'm not very sure of what happened to bring me here..." She started in her whispering voice, "I've... done some research... and... I'm not so sure about anything... I know I was a b*****d princess of the last Atlantean dynasty... since my mother, empress by marriage, bore me by a human half-dragon father. I know that they called me the gyrfalcon princess because I was the most... taken over, by battlelust. I was a warlord of somesorts... then... I..."

Rivera stopped. Although she found details within vague sources, there were somethings she just couldn't talk about, especially not to a person who was nearly a stranger. The scars on her back were a constant reminder of what it was like to be helpless. She didn't want to relive it again... it was already a constant nightmare... Somethings were better left unsaid. Supressing her emotions, she continued. "I'm not sure what or who ressurected me... but I suspect it might have been a glitch in the Crimson Decadia... or something else. The first real memory I have was being arrested after being in a gun fight... and I don't even know how I got there... " She played with the propeller contraption idley, not sure about what else she could say without letting everything go.

Verin moved about the lab, looking at the massive compilations of books, beakers, chemicals and the like. The whole layout was astonishing. None of the science labs he had blown up before were this humongous. Being rather inquisitive as he was, he picked up a beaker, looking at it for a moment. He thought of past concoctions he had made...ones he didn't exactly remember what they were comprised of. He found some chlorine powder and some pure alcohol and an old thought came back to him from grade school...or at least what was left of his grade school. I wonder what happens if you mix alcohol and chlorine... Not being one to dwell on the thought, he set into action.

Verin filled the beaker a quarter of the way with chlorine powder. He unscrewed the cap on the alcohol bottle and filled another quarter of the beaker, making it half full. He corked it, sat back, and watched. For a little bit, nothing happened, and Verin grew bored. "Maybe it needs to be shaken..." He put the beaker in a special machine used for such a purpose and flipped the switch to turn it on. Standing back, he watched the machine shake the flask vigorously. The mixture inside starting frothing and—

KABOOM!

You guessed it. The beaker exploded. There was smoke all around the immediate area, and after it cleared, Verin was standing there, a bit of a shocked look on his face. His hair looked a mess and his face looked like it was covered with soot. He coughed, producing a little cloud of smoke like you'd see in a cartoon. "Right on." There was virtually no damage to the lab, not even the machine had been scratched. The table was fine, save for the glass shards. What were these things made out of?

After wiping the black off his face from the explosion, he felt a ghoulish icy chill come over him. "Hmm...that's odd. I don't remember there being a cold snap." Brushing the frost off his clothing and out of his hair, he spoke a spell. "Ser ussa sune." The flames from nearby bunson burners flew from their mouths and began hovering around him. Made quite the source of warmth. Verin went back to looking at the assortment of chemicals and minerals. Hmm...baking soda and vinegar...nah, that's lame. He sorted through the chemicals and such, looking for two or more he could combine and watch the fireworks.

Verin looked up as he sensed an imminent attack. "Chathen, kulggen ussa!" He spoke the spell on reflex. The flames that were swirling around him formed a barrier around him as the snowballs hit them and melted into water. His next reflex was pointing a hand, without looking, in the direction that the snowballs came from and saying, "Chath!" From his hand erupted a ball of flame that soared across the room at whomever had 'attacked'.

Verin looked in the direction of the 'Eep!' and saw a girl amassing a pile of snowballs, then proceeding to throw them all helter-skelter at him. He held his hands at his sides and his fingertips began to glow. On the tip of each finger, a little ball of fire formed. Swinging his arms in sync with hers, he threw a miniature fireball at each incoming snowball, reducing them to water. Eventually, a large puddle began forming between them, and it was only getting larger. Verin decided to use this to his advantage. As soon as the puddle was big enough to the point where it passed both their feet, he hopped up on the table he had been using, smashing beakers and flasks. He pointed a finger at the puddle. "Arshes!" A jolt ran through his arm and a bolt of lightning shot from his finger and struck the puddle. And everyone remembers that electricity and water don't mix...

Verin walked over to where the girl's body lay, twitching every now and again. With a quirk of a smile, he chuckled, "Oops." He bent down and hoisted her over his shoulder. Supposedly, you were supposed to hold women bridal style, unconscious or otherwise; not like he really cared at the moment. "Better get her to the nurse..." He chuckled again and shook his head. Ignoring the stares of bystanding students who had witnessed the skirmish, he left the lab and headed to the hospital wing of the school with the girl...

((Moving on to the On-Campus Hospital...))