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They were seriously going t play tag? Well, Veith had nothing else to do and if he tried to sit out, he might end up like the guy who tried to sleep through all this. He was surprised the guy didn't wake up at all throughout all this.

"I can manipulate the wind and mess up his flying pattern. I just need you all to distract him since I need time to gather magical energy. You'll need to run around pretending to seriously chase him for awhile. Hopefully you guys have the stamina for this?" He was looking at the other guys except the blue-haired boy since Veith was certain that the blue boy was pretty useless when he took into consideration his reaction when the sleeping boy wanted to fight him and when Veith easily knocked him over with a gust of wind.

Kamil Terrace

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"Obviously we'll have someone jump in and grab him. Sethrian will lure him with his pendant and then Veith will go and attack him with the wind. Since the wind is all warped, the little guy can't fly against that kind of thing since wind is so important for his wings. So that's where someone will jump in and grab him when his wings aren't working, right? If you want I can do it. I have experience with catching little fish."Kamil suggested as he exercised his fingers a little to catch small creatures in the surface world.

It seemed like a pretty good plan, but if they failed, they'd have to come up with a plan B... but that just means they can't afford to fail, right?

"I should put it on that stone," Sethrian said, pointing to a wide, flat stone that was slightly raised from the ground. "Perhaps you should conceal yourself behind those shrubs--unless that will somehow affect your magic. Same with you, Kamil. He is unlikely to fall for the ruse if he can see any of us."

He started toward the stone, taking off the pendant and one of his bracelets, which he set so the sun would catch the amethyst just right. Looking around the field, he frowned. "But I need to go find Kasie and Briar, so I can chase him in this direction." But the other two were no where in sight. Hopefully Kasie would manage to chase the faerie back in this direction so they could spring their trap.

"We should all get into position."

Veith yanked his arm out of the blue boy's hands. He definitely did not want to get used to being dragged around by this boy and he wanted to make this guy know that he could go where he wanted to go without being dragged. "I have my own feet. No need to drag me there, idiot."

Veith took his position behind the shrubs and he opened his book and flipped to the right page and started muttering his chantments. Hopefully the idiot Kamil didn't go and try to distract him.

((Well, better wrap this up. 8D))

Veith was distracted when the girl came floating back. He figured that she was a ghost since she seemed to... well, float. She returned with some good news and some bad news. Well, Veith better go and capture that fairy. He wasn't sure how he was going to do it. Perhaps he can use the wind to lift him or something?

Veith left his spot and started to venture out to look for Briar.

(OMGOSH!) Mikal stood still and watched the other people do whatever they did on the training grounds. Instead of doing action Mikal was a type of guy that sit and watched. He was an observed male who paid attention closely to what he needed to know but the class wasn't really doing anything but playing around of what it looked like. Mikal walked over to his violin case and kneeled down to pick it up. He heard the bell ring turned towards his exit. Mikal walked off the grassy field and headed towards his next class.

After her quick truce with Ruby, and their conspiratorial declaration that Javor needed his man bits permanently crippled by a good kick, Angela headed out to the training grounds. She arrived when only a few people were there, and loitered near the edge, away from everyone, a bit before going to find a spot to sit on the grass. Hopefully the teacher would arrive soon, and she could continue what she hoped was another normal class.