Cecil could hear some sounds getting more and more violent as he raised an eyebrow. He got to his feet and noticed the sounds of crashing and even more violence. It wasn't long before the door flung open backwards and was slammed shut with Adam being inches from Cecil as he was heaving for oxygen. He could smell his breath and was not one for it as he backed up. "What were you do--ing?!" Before he could finish his question, he was being dragged away by the collar of his shirt, trying to use his shoes to stop as he skid along the floor. "Adam. Adam." Cecil called out to him in a monotonous tone of voice before he soon flicked him in the back of the head. "I was ready for my date and now you've made me late."
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The light from the sun peered into the room marking another day. The dark skinned and fabulously styled haired young man woke up with a stretch and yawn. The yawn slowly turned into a scream before he quickly whipped his hand across his mouth in an attempt not to wake up his team. Most of all the walking windstorm that was their leader who was the loveliest of morning people. Adam's body felt like it was on fire. Why you may ask. Because of the constant ricochet from firing his gauntlets. His shoulders were nothing more than molded pudding attached to his body. He peered over to his scroll and noticed the time. His eyes widened in shock at the time. His alarm was about to blare. He didn't know how to change the setting since he didn't have a scroll before coming to this school. He painstakingly reached over to the dresser where it was ignoring the chorus of pained howling that was his muscles. Just a bit more and he had it. He arm he was propping himself on failed him and he fell off his bed onto the floor with a soft thud. "Oww!" he whispered painfully. His phone fell on his head and hit the off button just as it started. He breathed a sigh of relief before feeling the pain on his head. Adam made his way over to the small kitchen they had in the dorm and got some ingredients. "Alright right. Time for Adam's Special Breakfast Time Special!" he said fist bumping himself after washing his hands. He grabbed a few eggs, some bacon, some oranges, pancake mix, strawberries and blueberries. He put on his grey tall chef hat, don't ask where he got it, and went to work. He started with the mixing of the pancakes. He used milk not water because... he was smart. Once the pancake batter was well mixed, but not free of clumps because all good pancakes have a few clumps, he turned to the oranges. He grabbed a pitcher and filled it with just a bit of water and rolled all of the circular sweet fruit onto the counter softening the insides. He cut a hole on the bottom of each of them and squeezed them into the container until they would be able to have two glasses each. He didn't have enough for everyone to have two glasses so he opted out to have one. He put the juice in the fridge to keep it nice and cool and started the stove. With a few clicks the fire was lit and he greased his pans for the bacon and Adamcakes. He poured the batter to make decent sized pancakes one after another until he had a plate about eight high. All the while the bacon was cooking. The sizzling serenade bringing a smile to his face and nose. He placed the bacon on a plate with paper towel to sop up the grease a bit. He mixed the eggs and added a bit of salt and pepper to them and a splash of milk to make them fluffy. He gave it one more mix before making scrambled eggs and plated them. Adam went to the cabinets and grabbed utensils and plates for his team. He plated everything for everybody, cut up some strawberries and placed them on the plates with blueberries following. Adam grabbed a few glasses and poured them all some juice. He smiled at his hard work and looked a this still sleeping team. "Ms. Thing shouldn't be too mad about getting woken up by this...right?" he questioned. Adam walked over to the corner of their kitchenette and grab some foldout tables and placed their breakfast on them. Each plate had two Adamcakes, three slices of bacon, scrambled eggs, strawberries, blueberries and a tall glass of juice. With everything done, he retired to the bathroom to shower before his team woke up. The water ran across his body and as he washed he sung a small note before slamming his wet hand across his mouth giving him a creating a stinging sensation. He forgot where he was for a second and was nearly caught up in the moment. He didn't want his team to know that he could sing and liked to considering he was teased ALOT for it back in his neighborhood. He finished up, dried off and got dressed. He noticed the slightly raised red mark across his mouth and on snickered at himself. He walked out and sat on his bed browsing his phone waiting for everyone to wake up.
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Azura was having the strangest dream. She was drawing. Not just that she was drawing, but that it is gorgeous. All expertly shaded, she could almost see the hair of the women in the picture moving and swirling around her face. Azura herself could only draw stick people and simple sketches, but while she was in the dream she didn't think too much about it. The smell of food filled her nose making her stomach rumble. A voice called to her. "Vance honey, it's time for supper!" Vance wasn't her name, but dream Azura knew it was her they were talking to. "Coming!" She answered, before setting the pencil down. The room she was in was unrecognizable, but she made her way to the bathroom as if she owned the place. The mirror over the sink didn't show Azura, but a male with white hair and blue eyes. Dream Azura didn't seem to think this was odd as she washed her hands and headed downstairs. The smell of food got stronger. She could feel herself salivating, and her belly rumbled loudly.
Azura opened her eyes. There was a moment of confusion. One second she had been walking down the stairs for supper, the next she was laying in her bed at Beacon. The sound of bacon sizzling filled the air as Azura slowly sat up. Sure she had odd dreams before, but never that she was someone else entirely. She quickly gathered her shower things and towel and dashed off to the bathroom of the dorm, catching a glimpse of the back of Adam busy cooking in the kitchen on her way. She was almost scared to look in the mirror, hesitating to turn towards it fully until she caught a curtain of black from the corner of her eye, instead of the shock of white hair she'd had in the dream, and sighed with relief. It was stupid of her, she admonished herself. Just a silly dream. Still, she couldn't help but feel like something was...off. She couldn't explain it, or even identify what was wrong, just that she didn't quite feel like herself. She spent most of her shower going over the dream in her mind, but by the time she was done, she was no further ahead.
By the time she left the bathroom, Adam was setting the table. Too bad she missed his remark about Ridley not being upset by getting woken up for food. Azura would have told him not to bet on it. She flopped down on her bed, still feeling wrong. Finally, when Adam returned from his shower she couldn't stand it anymore. "Adam, do you notice anything different?" She asked softly to not wake the others. "Something off or wrong?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2018 9:55 pm
{[Cecil Roydon]}
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Cecil slept peacefully after the events of Survival class, taking the time to recover from his extended use of the black ice when fighting Tessa. During his sleep, the day that came something changed... he awoke almost in a cold sweat, something he wasn't used to. He looked around to see that Azura had gotten up to go somewhere, causing him to get up as he began to look around. He felt.... something hot.... it was around his neck! He grabbed and realized he had left his scarf on, taking it off and throwing it onto the bed as he was breathing heavily, soon removing his overcoat next and leaving it on the bed as he wiped off what appeared to be the copious amounts of sweat on his neck alone. He noticed a new smell coming from the room's kitchen and went to check it out just in time to see Adam and Azura at the table instead. "Is it hotter in this room or is it just me?" He asked worriedly, normally when he was awake, his semblance was passively on in his body to keep him cold so he could wear what he liked, now he was without a scarf and coat.
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While preparing food he saw something black dash behind nearly knocking him over with the turbulence. "The he-! Oh crap! Death's here to take me for all of my sins!" he looked around frantically before hearing the door shut. He looked to his teammate's bed and noticed Azura wasn't there. "Or it was just Azura making a mad dash for the shower because I was the first one up again? Adam:2 Azura:64. I'm catching up." he smiled. He was setting the tables for his team before he heard Azura's soft little voice. "Off? Uh, lemme check." he said motioning her to sit down. Once she sat he'd examine her. In his head he told himself everything looked normal, but then he remembered that she was conspiring with Ridley about pineapple illusions. Oh, how the tables have turned. He made his way back to her face and did a double take. He closed in on her face and looked into her eyes. "Oh, Oum." he said in a low tone and backed up a bit. "Oh, my Oum! Your eyes!" he said frantically looking for something reflective for her to look into. He found an abnormally reflective knife and handed it to her. As she would peer into the reflection she would notice nothing wrong. "Ain't nothing wrong with you. You're exactly the same as always." he smiled. Giving her a knife while tricking her probably wasn't the best idea. He remembered her haste a grew a bit concerned. Azura isn't the type of person that's always in a rush. She's always prepared and great with organization so haste is unnecessary with her. The few times she was in a rush was before her date with Cecil and the dance with Cecil. "Does she have a thing for Cecil?" he thought joking to himself. "Why do you ask, Azura? What's got you so shook?" he asked concerned. "Did you have a bad dream?" he asked raising his eyebrow.
As Adam was waiting for her answer he heard another familiar voice, but once again, worried. He looked over to Cecil and saw he didn't have his scarf on or his coat. He rushed over to him and saw he was sweating profusely. "Cecil, what's going on?!" he asked leading him to an open chair to sit. All the while trying to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn't wake Ridley. He rushed to the sink and got a few glasses of ice water. "Drink up, bro!" he said before going to the closet and grabbing a few towels. "You're lucky I'm a doctor!" he chuckled. He placed a towel around his neck and a few more on his lap. With everything going on he wondered what situation would arise when Ridley woke up.
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Survival class had been utter chaos, but at least in the case of Team DARK, the group had managed to come out not only victorious, but relatively unscathed. Each were faced with their own bumps, crapes, and bruises, but nothing worth fretting over. Ridley had just narrowly avoided breaking her arm due to the backlash of her own semblance, but that was something she had chosen not to inform her team of. After all, it was a fate that had never had the chance to befall her thanks to Azura, so what was the point of worrying them over it. It was Azura's finishing shot to the Lancer that had really saved the raven haired huntress for had the creepy crawly of a grimm not fallen, Ridley would have continued on her pursuit and turned the pain she'd been making the nevermore feel over to the Lancer instead. Lucky to was the fact that she had been in Adam's presence, for she'd had a rather difficult time suppressing her anger at Tessa. For one who claimed to be nonviolent, the rhino was far from it. First she'd watched the faunus rip a row of desks from the floor and chuck them across the room at her team for a misplaced comment. Granted, Cecil likely should have kept his mouth shut, but the violence that followed was nothing short of a major overreaction. Then there was the fact that she had nearly attacked Adam out of nothing else but boredom. Twice she'd nearly injured her team, the three people Ridley cared the most for in this world. It could be considered a miracle the rhino had not yet been consumed by the inferno she often was. It hadn't been Ridley's team Tessa hurt this time, but the faunus had nearly killed a member of her own team. The eccentric butterfly Ridley had spoken to briefly before class. Seeing the bloodbath and the way she blatantly ignored the teacher's demands was enough to very dangerously tempt the huntress-in-training to use the agony of her semblance on the rhino instead. It would have been worth the injury she would have been faced with when her aura ran out along with any punishment that followed. It would have taken an incredibly daft person to mistake the dangerous gleam in her golden gaze and an even bigger fool to miscalculate exactly whom her glare was targeting. Adam was a goofball, but he wasn't an idiot. He had been quick to step in and drag her away before she could hurt anyway and Ridley hadn't had the energy to protest his efforts, or at least that's what she had told them all later in some form of an indignant justification. In all reality, she knew Adam was doing exactly what was best for everyone and Azura was diligent enough to be sure Tessa got the punishment she deserved, if only by the right hands, which was a bit of consultation in and of itself.
Despite the chaotic affairs of the class, Team DARK had a whole new world of experience under the belts and the impressive feat of defeating a nevermore to flaunt, if they ever felt the need. The weeks that followed had been rather calm, especially compared to the other events of that day. The long awaited fight between Cecil and that blasted Rhino and a precarious lunch between Team DARK and Team SNRS. With Tess of the team, Ridley found she didn't hate them so much. Sure, her and Narx had gotten off on the wrong foot but their relationship had turned more into something of harmless banter. Ridley had a sharp tongue and a sarcastic sense of humor, but it wasn't usually malicious, often shown by the playful smirks that followed such poking and prodding comments. Already it was a trait her team had grown used to. Still, the relative peace that had encompassed Beacon was about to come to an earth shattering halt, unbeknownst to the students and staff, but it would be a much quieter chaos than that of their last survival class. One that would be unleashed while all of Vale was asleep and would leave behind nothing but a strange feeling as a clue. Something being just slightly amidst, something internally feeling just not quite write. Ridley would sleep peacefully through it, as she did with most things. While she was prone to night terror deriving from her own past, she was all but dead to the waking world while she slept. Truly it was a blessing for her team who had long since learned the lesson to not dare wake the raven haired girl. Ridley was anything but pleasant in those instances and was just about the farthest thing from a morning person. The morning in their dorm started out as they often did, with Adam awakening before any of the others. His dramatic topple was met with nothing but a sleepy grumble from Ridley, followed by the sudden rustle of sheets as she rolled to her other side and pulled the covers up over her head. It hadn't been nearly enough to wake her, just slightly stir the girl. She slept through His cooking, the showers, and even Cecil's own rising. It wasn't until the three of them had made it to their shared kitchenette that the girl began to wake. It was a slow process, trying to yank her slumbering brain from the strange and confusing dreams that haunted her mind. The restless nature of her dreams would present themselves in her expression, furrowed brows and a creased forehead still partially covered by her blankets.
What had once been a peaceful slumber was slowly transitioning into one of fearful disillusions. It started out as her nightmares often did, with the cold dead stare of a man long since lost to his own despair. That deep brown gaze that was nearly black, drowning with insanity. That twisted grin that always twisted his lips when he confronted her, cornered her. A expression that haunted both her waking and sleeping thoughts. One that sickened her to her very core and made her feel queasy. Footsteps would echo through the blackness of her own mind, each thud bringing him that much closer to her. She knew exactly what would happen if he closed the gap between them and the dread of it all caused her blood to run cold. Forcing her frozen joints to bend with a series of blood-curdling cracks, she did the only thing she could, the only thing that made sense. She turned around and she ran. She ran as quickly as her legs would carry her, not stopping even when her breath left her her muscles burnt agonizingly for a rest. She ran down the seemingly endless hallway until her fingers brushed the cool metal of a doorknob. Blindly rushing inside the door seemed to close nearly on its own. Fumbling in the darkness she would search for a lock, a way to keep him out, only the door was gone. Hands would desperately search for the familiarity of a handle, a deadbolt, hinges, anything, only to come up empty. Her fingers would continue along the wall, only to stop at a corner much more quickly than should have been plausible. The drywall beneath her fingers was transition, becoming much harder and much cooler, pressing against her and closing in until her back was pushed up against an equally steely surface. A once familiar nightmare was becoming something entirely different but no less terrifying. A new wave of panic would wash over her as she came to the realization that she was trapped with in the tiny confines of a metal box that was continually shrinking. Already haggard breathing would become much raspier as the panic rushed her chest, making breathing an impossible feat. Her heart was beating rapidly against her rip cage, pounding on her ears. Limbs were swinging fruitlessly, desperately, banging uselessly against the cold metal despite the sharp pains it sent through her bones. A choked whimper would escape her lips, a sound so unlike that of the bold, golden hair beauty as she sank to her knees to avoid being crushed.
Once more her arm would reach out, fingers clawing desperately against the metal, only it was different this time. The weak frailness of human fingers shouldn't have had any effect on such heavy metal walls. She may have been dreaming, but even so she wasn't stupid. Instead of being met with the soft clang of skin and metal clashing, resonating through the collapsed space, her ears would be pierced by a harsh, metallic grinding as the metal was torn, giving way beneath her fingers, light shining through the newly formed hole. At least, that's how it happened in her dream. In reality Ridley had thrashed so violently beneath her covers that she was now tumbling through the air towards the floor where she would land in a crumpled heap blankets and all. The painful sounding thud would be followed by a string of curse words fit for a sailor, followed by a disconcerting silence. Golden eyes would flutter open as she lay there breathlessly, trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. Heart still beating much too quickly, her fingers would slowly reach up to rub the tender spot on the back of her head where it had collided with the floor. Several more moments would pass before she would slowly push herself to a sitting position, her gaze traveling to her team that had surely been alerted that she was awake with such a dramatic reentry into the land of the living. Confusion tainted her expression but the ghosts of the panic she had just experienced lingered in her eyes. There was more than that though, the soft rosy color of embarrassment filling her cheeks at being seen falling from her bed like a frightened child. "If any of you laugh, I swear by all that is holy I'll make you regret it." Grumpy as usual, but not entirely malicious, the threat was lackluster. Pushing herself to her feet, blankets wrapped around her shoulders, she would only stumble a moment before managing to make her way to the table. It was only then that her eyes would lock on Cecil, lack there of his scarf and overcoat. She was clearly oblivious to anything that had been happening before, but she caught on quickly to that oddity. "Cecil, I didn't even know that you were able to take that scarf off. It could probably sue a good wash." She would tease lightly, the slightest inkling of her usual smirk flickering across her lips for but a moment.
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Azura sat all wide-eyed and nervous as Adam inspected her for any abnormalities. Her stomach twisted in knots when he did a double take before getting extremely close to her face. ""W-what is it?" She stuttered, her eyes growing even wider. She was certain they were fine when she looked in the mirror! Was there something she missed somehow? Had they changed between then and now? Or maybe what she had seen in the mirror was all an illusion and her dream really came true. Adam handed her a knife, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to look into it or not. It was with trepidation that she took the exceptionally shiny knife Adam handed to her and held it up to look at her reflection. "Adam! That's not funny!" She told him, slamming the knife on the table, clearly upset. Then she sighed, casting her eyes down to the plate in front of her.. "I was just being stupid....don't worry about it." It wasn't like dreams could hurt you.
Cecil spoke up then, as he walked over to their little table. Adam jumped to action, as excitable as ever, dashing around the kitchen, fetching ice water and some towels. Azura's forehead creased with worry, though as always she was the one to take the calm and logical approach. "Perhaps we should go to the infirmary?" A loud crash followed right after and Azura turned to see Ridley laying on the floor in a heap of blankets and limbs. Golden orbs glowed dangerously from underneath the blanket, daring any of them to laugh. Ridley made her way over to the table to join the rest of them while making a joke at Cecil's expense. "I think he's sick, Ridley." She said softly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2019 12:15 pm
{[Cecil Roydon]}
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Cecil was breathing heavily as he was trying to cool of, even using his left hand to fan his face as he was brought over to the chair by Adam. "I don't know.... I'm so used to my cold semblance, something must be wrong with it." He was handed a few cups of iced water, one of which he splashed into his face, the water slowly sliding down his face as he exhaled a sigh of relief. The next one he drank very quickly to quench his strange thirst he had as he then opened up his shirt and dumped the ice into his shirt. The cold was welcomed for his sweaty body as he heard Ridley finally awaken as she came out over to the group. He heard the questions of Azura as he shook his head. "No no.... I'm not in need of an infirmary, but I'm not sick..... I can't summon my Ice though." He told them as he looked over to the thermostat and gestured to it. "Can we please turn on the AC? Who even sets it that high?" He had to ask, as he looked to Ridley and chuckled a bit. "I wash it, I just can't believe you would curse like that though, must've stubbed something." He jeered at Ridley with a knowing smirk, his hair now wet with water rather than sweat as it seemed to have been slicked back.
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Adam had to stifle his laughter as she looked into the blade of the knife. Once he saw her face change from worry to a bit of confusion he took a second to laugh. Until he heard the loud sound of the knife being slammed against the table. "I'm sorry, Azura! I had to. You were just so worried for no reason." he said as he let out a shaky breath to prevent laughter. "Mm-hmm." he said side-eyeing her not believing that it was nothing. "I hope you can find, what's that word, solace in someone to tell your problems to." he said indirectly talking about Cecil. Behind Adam And Azura alot of tossing a turning met his ears. He grew concerned because it sounds like one of his teammates were having a nightmare. And it was coming from Ridley's bed. Suddenly, the tossing stopped and a thud echoed through the room. "Did I wake up again?" he asked aloud as he rubbed his head. A steady flow of cuss words followed. "Nah, my mouth a'int that foul." he said. He turned to see sleepy golden orbs open with slightly red tinted cheeks, obviously embarrassed, on full display. The powerful chuckle traveling up his windpipe felt as if it was physically grabbed as he heard Ridley's promise. Adam knew, him in particular, would get the worst of the punishment.
Adam watched as the cups of water he grabbed for Cecil were dispatched in different ways. "Oook. Whatever helps, Cecil." he said. Adam thought about what he said. "Somethin' wrong with it? I didn't even know somethin' could be wrong with a semblance." he thought. He put it off for another time and just wanted to focus on his people. Adam ran over to the thermostat and turned it down for him. He zipped up his jacket for the impending chill. "Ridley, you want somethin' more than a blanket before the cold snap comes in?" he joked. Adam looked her up and down making sure she didn't hurt herself. Nothing looked bruised and she wasn't struggling to keep her balance so he assumed she was fine. What a morning. Seemed like everything was going wrong and breakfast was getting cold. He took a pancake from his plate and placed it in his mouth like a piece of toast and nibbled a bit. He looked at Cecil with his hair slicked back and used his hands to for 'L' and framed him. "You know... this is a good look for you, guy. I like it. What about you Azura? What do you think?" he asked with a smirk. Adam grabbed the pancake from his mouth and stared at Ridley through slitted, yet concerned, eyes. "Yeah. Must've stubbed somethin'. You good, Ms. Thing?" he asked.
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Still groggy from just waking, not to mention distracted by the images from her nightmare that kept playing behind blinked lids, Ridley clearly hadn't initially noticed the extent of the situation. However, the concern written in Azura's voice, plastered all over her place, was enough to jeer her more awake. Slightly more awake, golden orbs would blink several times as she tried to collect herself before examining Cecil thoroughly for a few minutes. Physically he looked fine, but seeing him without his scarf and his overcoat was rather odd and the beads of sweat slowly collecting on his forehead and dripping down his face only added to it. Not to mention the familiar chill of the room she had grown so used to over time was missing. For the first time since she had shared a dorm with Cecil, she was actually a comfortable temperature. She had just grown so used to his chilly aura that she had become somewhat unphased by it. "We have to keep it up that high, otherwise you would turn us all to popsicles normally." She would respond to his question about the AC as Adam went to adjust it. She was quiet for a moment, trying to think the situation over and come to a solution that made sense but kept coming up empty handed. "Do semblances get sick when your body gets sick?" It seemed far fetched. After all, semblances were drawn from your aura, not your physical body. Besides, she had been sick several times in her life and never once experienced something like that. Then again, Cecil had a very different semblance from her. "Do you have a fever? Maybe that's causing it?" It still didn't make a lot of sense, but honestly it was the best she had at the moment.
Adam was quick to tend both to the AC as well as getting Cecil two glasses of ice water. To his question she flashed him a small smirk and shook her head. "I'm used to to Lord Snowman's chill at this point. I should be okay." She had to admire his willingness to go out of his way not only to help everyone, but to make sure they were comfortable. Turning her eyes back to Cecil, she would blink in surprise when rather than drinking the water, he first poured it over his face before dumping the ice down his unbuttoned shirt. She probably shouldn't have laughed, especially considering how worried Azura was, but she just couldn't help it. With the chill of the ice water drenching him, Cecil seemed to be feeling much better anyway so it was hard too feel too guilty. In fact, he felt good enough to tease her right back, to which Ridley responded with a wryly smirk as he commented on her early cursing. She had picked up that part of her vocabulary from her uncle, a habit she had never completely dropped, despite his constant scolding. Scoldings that she usually responded to with some sassy remark about how she was an impressionable child and he was her only role model. It was something that she had always found hilarious, but he had always remained unamused. Well, usually, he wasn't always able to fight back the chuckle. "Well, I try to keep my sailor's tongue under wrap most the time. I wouldn't want to corrupt the ears of the innocent, oh master of the cold." She would joke, tilting her chin first towards Azura, and then to Adam, who were apparently the innocents she was talking about. "I did knock my head pretty hard, but I'm good." Reaching up, she would once again rub the tender spot on the back of her head, wincing slightly. Luckily, more luckily than she knew at the moment, it wasn't bleeding, but she was sure to have a decent sized bump there.
Maybe now wasn't the time to eat, but she just couldn't stand it any longer. The breakfast Adam had prepared smelt delightful, which caused her stomach to give a small rumble. Pulling her plate towards her, she would reach over to pick up a fork as well as a knife. However, as her fingers curled around the metal utensils, both the fork and the knife would bend effortlessly, as if they were nothing more than jelly, forming small cuff like shapes around her hands. "Um..." Was about all she could muster as she stared at them in disbelief. It wasn't unheard of for a person to be able to bend a spoon in half, but that hadn't been her intentions in the slightest. She'd simply been picking it up off the table. "Well... this is new." Both new and unexplainable, considering it was impossible to just suddenly grow that much muscle over night. Besides, her arms were just about the same size as usual. Slightly toned from her own training and the work Beacon had put her through these past few months, but still maintaining that feminine softness of a woman. Using her freehand, she would wriggle her way out of the maimed silverware, holding it up in front of her face for a moment, golden hues examining closely as if she were looking for the answer written over the metal surface. Some sort of malfunction, a prank even... Once again, she came up empty and tossed the hunks of metal back onto the table, staring at them with a widened gaze.
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Azura was a bit taken aback when Cecil suddenly dumped one of the glasses of water into his face. She would have thought the ice cubes would have made the whole experience unpleasant, but he only sighed in relief. Water slowly dripped onto the floor in an ever-growing puddle underneath his chair while he upended the cup of ice cubes down his shirt. It was the comment that he didn't need the infirmary that caused a frown to form though. Just because he wasn't sick or injured in the traditional sense didn't mean he didn't need to go. She could think of no other place in the school that would have experience with a malfunctioning semblance except perhaps the professor of semblance and aura class, Professor Schuer. Though between Adam, Ridley and Cecil's banter she had a hard time finding an opening to express these thoughts. It was when Ridley unexpectedly crushed her cutlery that Azura finally found her voice. "Perhaps we should go see Professor Schuer."
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Cecil managed to relax himself from the heat that had overtaken him, he looked rather thankful for Adam turning on the AC to almost full-blast as he exhaled a sigh of relief. He adjusted in his seat, remaining in just a loose-fitting shirt as he heard Adam saying something about how semblances couldn't be messed with.... or the lack of knowledge about semblances being messed with. "It is weird.... but if I can't use my semblance like normal, then something must be wrong." He told her as he slowly got up and onto his feet. "Right now a popsicle is something all of us need to be otherwise I'm gonna melt." He responded to Ridley before she heard the questions and shook his head. "No, no fever at all. I'm not sick." He told her before he soon looked to Azura. She seemed a bit frustrated at not being able to get a word in edge-wise. Just as he was about to ask her what was wrong, he hard something bending and looked to Ridley as she seemed to have turned their cutlery into just some hunks of steel and iron. He heard Azura's suggestion while Adam was framing him up. "We should make our way to Schuer's office before something else happens."
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After adjusting the AC Adam out some thought into Cecil's condition, but came up with nothing. Ridley brought up a question that was very interesting, but less than likely. "Hmm. A sick semblance." he pondered. "Nah!" he thought. "Pfft. Lord Snowman? Are you in my head because that's somethin' I'd say. I mean, I know I'm soooo much better at names than you, but there's no need to jock my style." he smirked. Adam wasn't being mean. Just poking at her as he normally would. He kept his arms folded as he knew she would fire back at him with haste. Adam grabbed a towel and began drying up the water pooling beneath the chair. "Lift your feet up a bit?" he asked before wiping the water beneath Cecil's feet. Once done, he grabbed the wet towel and placed it the dirty clothes hamper. "I am very innocent and your harsh tongue has left me scarred." he chuckled. He noticed Ridley wince when she touched the back of her head. He went to the cupboard and grabbed a small sandwich bag and filled it with ice. His eyes grew wide and his eyebrows raised at a loud growling noise resounding within the dorm. "Is there an Ursa in here?" he asked looking around before his eyes landed on the source. The cause of the noise was about to pick at her food. As she picked up the fork to take a bite of Adam's Adam's Super Special Breakfast Time Special he utensil contorted. He brows furrowed in question and focus. "What the heck?" he said as he watched it happened. He lightly placed the bag of ice on the back of her head and held it there while they both looked at the fork. "Tryin out to be a magician, Rid?" he asked. With his free hand, he grabbed a pancake off of his own plate and began to chew. "Maybe we should see Professor Schuer." he said. He chewed a bit then swallowed. "Who's Professor Schuer?"
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A slight roll of golden hues and a playful smirk was often how Ridley net Adan's jesting and teasing. Today was no different. "Jock your style, hm?" She would question, tilting her head slightly to one side while that smirk of hers remained plastered upon her lips. "I'm pretty sure you've got that backwards... but I suppose if you need to keep thinking that for your own personal ego, I won't stop you." Letting out a soft laugh, she would then place a carefully aimed jab to his left arm that was still crossed over his chest, surely waiting for the comeback he had been sure to come. After all, Ridley would take all the teasing in the world without so much as a blink of an eye, but it never came without her own well-placed quips. At his next comment about her harsh tongue she would simply give a small shrug before flashing a mischievous grin. "Oops." That was all she would say on the matter, though she didn't exactly seem entirely too apologetic over it. After all, why would she be? At least over something so trivial. Then again, that might change if any of them actually had been offended by the foul language that left her mouth upon her unsettling awakening. After a moment, she would wink playfully before laughing once more. Taking the ice bag Adam offered, she would place it tenderly against the back of her skull, letting out a soft hiss of air as the chill made contact with her head. It definitely wasn't a pleasant situation, but it was better than having a lump the size of a golf ball on the back of her head. Turning her attention to Cecil then, a more thoughtful expression would cross her features as he explained he wasn't sick and he didn't have a finger, he just simply couldn't use his semblance anymore. Not that it was really a simple situation... Ridley had never heard of a semblance just disappearing or changing like that over night. It really didn't make much sense, but it was clear Cecil wasn't making it up. The room was minus its usual chill, at least before the AC had been adjusted, and the boy was practically melting before their eyes.
The ice bag would only be removed once Ridley turned her attention to her food, still seeming to be silently musing over whatever could be causing Cecil's semblance to be acting so strangely. However, the ice bag would be entirely forgotten and her thought process halted suddenly in its tracks as zhe watched her fingers turn her utensils into distorted chunks of metal. Prying the chunks off, she would toss them back onto the table, staring at their deformed shapes. Golden eyes would flicker between the steel and her own fingers, shocked and completely flabbergasted. It was only at that moment that it was truly revealed that it wasn't just Cecil experiencing these oddities. Dropping her hands back to her side and nodding slowly, she would turn her gaze to Azura who was the first to speak. "Yeah, maybe that's a good idea." After all, sembalnces were directly linked to a person's aura, so it made sense that if something was wrong with it, the Aura studies professor would know more of what to do than any do tor or nurse. "The teacher with the snakes, remember?" The same teacher that had transformed into a rather terrifying creature at the scene Tessa had caused after Cecil let a comment slip that he likely shouldn't have. Standing from her seat, she would toss her ice bag to their usually icy companion. "You might want to load up for the journey. Just in case."
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Azura wondered mildly what Professor Schuer would think about Adam not knowing her name, or that she had been described as 'the teacher with the snakes'. While technically not wrong, she had a feeling the professor would rather be called the aura studies professor, just as calling Tessa an 'albino milk tank' hadn't been technically wrong. Though Lady with the snakes was probably a lot less offensive. "We need to be careful. If Cecil's semblance is not working, then he may be susceptible to frostbite." She added after Ridley tossed him a bag full of ice. With everyone in agreement about going to see the professor, Azura rose to fetch her bag. What to even bring with them though? This was a situation she had no idea how to prepare for. First Aid kit naturally. Maybe some ice dust would be helpful for Cecil, or was it too powerful? She went to take her Grimm studies textbook out when something strange happened. Black goo oozed from the pages. "My book!" Startled she dropped it to the floor. Like a living blob the goo pulled itself from the pages and began to take shape. "Is...that a Nevermore?" It was only a foot tall, yet the shape was unmistakable. Azura watched the miniature take flight in mild horror. "My book is ruined." The ink creation attempted to give a might rawr which didn't sound so mighty given its miniature lungs and vocal cords. In fact, it was almost adorable until its eyes fixed on Azura and it decided to dive at her.
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