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"Heh, I'd imagine it would be, and water manipulation eh? That's an interesting power. I myself have a sort of pyrokenesis, yes the fire is holy so it is best used against a demonic enemy, but still works equally as effectively as normal pyrokenesis would against other enemies." Akira finished eating the muffin before continuing, "I also have a power of demonic transformation which allows me to alter my form to make mmake myself stronger, faster, etc."

Akira nearly choked on the bite of corn bread he had just taken when Sora made Dalucien smile. He punched his chest three times before the bite finally went down. "Is Dalucien always so... emotionless?"

"I'm not sure. They've always just kind of worked in harmony, doing the exact opposite of what people would think that opposites would do. When I use them together they amplify each other." To prove his point, Akira lifted an empty right hand and summoned a white fireball that emanated little heat. He he tossed up the fireball and begun using his second power, demonic transformation, on the same hand.

The fingers each grew longer, the skin changed to a blackish-purple and nearly doubled in thickness, toughness, and roughness. The five nails grew longer, sharper, and turned blood red and all veins in his hand popped out and glowed slightly, undeniably a dark red. As the fireball cam down, it's heat doubled and the flames leaped higher. It landed in his hand, hovering slightly, and Akira waited a few second before snapping his hand into a fist. By the time the full fist was formed, his hand was back to normal and the fireball gone.

"Don't worry Dalucien, I don't trust many people either. That includes you, however I would like to get to know you better. So, how long have you and Dalucien been companions?" Akira asked, changing the direction of his words with his last sentence.

Akira stared confused at the change of color in Sora's eyes and Dalucien's actions, until he heard Dalucien, then he guessed what the change of color meant that she was nervous or afraid. He nodded to Dalucien, keeping his assumption to himself. "Heh, maybe in time we will begin to trust each other. Then again, the more you trust one, the easier it is for them to decieve you, to betray you." He grinned at his comment, saying it in only half seriousness, then concentrated on the answer of his latest question. "Eight years eh? Not suprising. You two must know nearly everything about each other then."

"It's happened to me before. That is why people must now earn my trust. Not even my own flesh and blood has my full trust." Pink? What would that mean...? Akira thought, tilting his head slightly to the side. "To me there are many roads, each can raise, or lower, my trust for you by different levels. Anyways, off of this overly serious talk. What do you two do for fun if you don't mind me asking?" Eight years and they don't know everything about each other? Dalucien must be a very weary being, or... Akira ended that train of thought, he himself didn't even know where his thoughts were leading him.

Gaberella walked in the room. She was still in her sweats. She looked at the food and took out her student ID. She walks up to the counter and looks at the lady.
"Can I have the meatloaf and potatoes please?" She asked.

(Arena?)

Joy walked into the cafeteria wearing her nice black dress. It was slightly ripped in the back, but not enough to be noticable. She made a B-line straight from the buffet table. Her plate loaded itself as much as it could without one kind of food touching another. She didn't like it when the flavours intermingled.

After her food had nicely added up, Joy went to pay for it with her student credit card. After that chore was over with, she headed for the table in the far corner and contemplated the idea of throwing another piece of kantaloupe at Duo.. for tradition's sake.