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Mark stood there, on the sidewalk, dumbstruck at what he'd just seen and heard. It took him a moment to gather up his thoughts, but he finally put it all together, speaking it out in a breathless laugh. "Denmark? Dragon? Spy?... Dragon? I'm crazy? Maybe I am... I just watched someone who must've been on something fly out into the night! I think that's what I saw... Maybe I am on drugs. No, that's not it... Whatever just happened, I really don't want whatever he's been smoking..."

Shaking his head and slapping himself in the face a couple of times, trying to wake up, Mark stumbled towards his dorm room while walking, trying to contemplate what had just happened. Eventually, he just gave up on it, deciding that Lite was, in fact, on some crazy drug, and that his ability to fly was, or was part of, his mutation. He stood there, at his dorm room door for a second, key already jammed into the lock. He stood there, nodding off, though he eventually found the energy to open it.

When he entered the room he wobbled his way over to the boxes, and barely thinking, he opened the one on top. Out of it, he pulled four table legs with screws attached to the tops of each, a small table nightstand body and a drawer for it, and a small alarm clock. He screwed the legs clumsily into the table, plugged the alarm in, and set it on said table. Setting all of this beside his bed, he glanced at his watch, proceeding to set the clock. "Eight fifty... four-no, five... Yeah. Alarm... Six in the morning..." Placing his glasses on the nightstand, Mark collapsed on the bed. It'd been a long trip, and a surprisingly short day...

“Well, that’s was a well thought out precaution. You know, for those with mutations that effect other people. If I didn’t scrounge up my voice like I do, I’d be there too,” she walked fully aware of the ground under her. Despite the possibility of stepping on something sharp, she was much more confident with her shoes off.

Considering Logan’s question on behalf of her deed, she blushed a bit. “Well, I was a girl scout. It is something we do,” she teased but continued after. “I wasn’t involved in the initial incident, but I was in bringing you to the medical facility… and I didn’t think anyone actually involved would visit, due to their attitudes,” she grumbled at that last bit. “Anywho, it’s your first day here, too, isn’t it? In my opinion, passing out on the first day doesn’t mean you should be alone.”

She reached the door of the facility Logan lived at and leaned slightly against the wall. “I won’t be walking you to your room though,” she laughed, blushing a bit. “You’ve already made me feel silly enough.

"Well, now that we've got our name figured out, I'm off. This whole day has been pretty tiring."

Riley smiled, standing up and turning his chair right. He waved good-bye to Harmony and Alwyn before making his way back to his dorm. He was lucky he actually made it there. Reigning in the strength was harder than he'd expected, and he nearly collapsed onto his bed. After only a few moments, he was asleep.

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"Sweet name. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

The brown-haired boy stood, although Marie had already left. He lifted his hand in a silent good-bye to his other teammate as he left the cafeteria. Once in his dorm, he dropped his on the floor and laid down. He was surprised at how fast sleep came.

Seeing Aya fall to the floor, Sam jumped out of his seat and reached for the call button, summoning a team of nurses to help his newest friend. Taking a quick assessment of the situation, the nurses picked Aya up off of the floor and placed her gently back into the bed. As the nurses left the room, Sam stood at the side of the bed, that worried look back on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked. "You should probably be a bit more careful. I'm supposed to be the clumsy one." A small smile appeared on his face. "You had me worried, you know."

Shuffling sounds reached her ears, giving her headache a good push in the wrong direction. The floor zoomed out of her view, the ceiling beginning to stare at her instead. The shuffling continued as well as another pain in her arm.
"I think she's bled enough." a blurred form spoke, handing the dark red tube to another person in white. She rubbed her eyes, clearing her vision a bit. The nurse gave her a soft smile.
"You should rest. Not explore." she said mockingly, scruffing Aya's hair. The girl blinked at her, conpletely bewildered.
How...is she touching me?
She stared at the lady's hands. They were covered by gloves, something she could not dispose of.

As the white blobs disappeared, she looked back up at the ceiling and swallowed. She didn't feel so sick anymore. Hopefully that meant no more up chucked blood. It was only after a moment did she fee something next to her. She turned toward the thing as it began to speak.
Hearing the voice, she blinked.
"Sam?" she asked, rubbing her eyes once more. Remembering the boy's question, she nodded, though she knew it was a bit late. Opening her eyes again revealed that it indeed was Sam, her teamate. She tried remembering back to when she last saw him, though she gave up, deciding that recognizing him was enough.
"You don't have to be worried about me." she said quietly, "I'm just a little..." she shrugged and blinked lazily, thinking of an answer. She gave a quiet laugh. "I got myself sick." she finally said, smiling softly.

"I know," Sam replied. "I can't help but worry about my friends. It's in my nature." His smile returned full force. "I'm glad you're feeling better. The doctors and nurses here definitely know what they're doing. With Mrs. Ishida in charge, things run very smoothly. Full recoveries are only a matter of time in this place."

After a moment's silence, he said, "So, tell me a bit about yourself and your ability. I'm quite curious. That is, if you're up to it. If you would rather go to sleep, that's quite alright."

Aya smiled a bit wider. She'd once heard smiles were addicting. She now understood what that meant. She nodded.
"I can see. Whenever I got sick in The-" she paused, coughing to make up for her mistake. "Whenever I got sick, it usually took me a few days to get better. But here.." she sat up slowly, gazing around the room, then returning her attention to Sam. "It's much better." she said, a content feeling spreading across her.
However, the feeling halted as she heard his small request. She looked down at her hands and sighed. People would soon know anyway. And trying to hide the truth was what got her here in the first place.
"Well..." she started softly. "It really depends on how you look at it.." she warned, looking up with a sad smile.
"Uhm,....I.." she began," sorta...kill...things..." she said cautiously, fearing his reaction. She gave a nervous chuckle and scratched her head.

"I see," Sam said, intrigued. "In a sense, a re-ordering of life energy. I think of it like this: As it stands, energy cannot be created or destroyed. It simply changes form. Let's use the example of a plant. Say you kill a flower with your ability. That amount of life energy is now freed up for another life to be created. Thus, you are allowing for the creation of new life." He smiled brighter. "Now, since you told me about your power, it's only fair that I inform you of mine. It's basically a healing ability at the expense of my own health. Let's say someone gets a deep cut. Simply by touching them, I can transfer their injuries to my own body. The former injured will be fully healed, and I will have the cut.

"If you recall, though you may not, when I met you and Lite by bumping into the latter, you asked if I was alright. My response was, 'I'm used to pain.' I had been referring to my mutation.

"The day I discovered my mutation is a day that is forever engraved in my memory. I won't bore you with the details, though. Recovering or not, you still need rest. I would hate to keep you up all night."