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Logan blinked as Marie spoke about her ability needing someone to be willing to be controlled... He thought a moment on it, and then looked over as Arkell brought up her mutation again. He smiled lightly as she backed away, and then watched as she erupted into flames. At first, he was startled and surprised, and then he was covering his eyes with a hand in case she'd forgotten if her clothes were fireproof or not, or... something...

He was pretty sure that Arkell wouldn't show off her powers in front of the entire school if her clothes weren't fireproof, but maybe she had some non-fireproof clothes and forgot which were which? He wasn't sure about that, and sometimes he even forgot if he had his mask and gloves on or not, until his hand touched something, or he took in a whiff of someones' perfume. However, forgetfulness did not seem the issue as Arkell giggled and told them to call her 'Flare'. He peeked through the gloves a moment, before smiling and looking sheepish. "That's pretty cool." he murmured, before looking back to Marie.

"If you need to use me for something to demonstrate your mutation... To the tree would be fine. I'm kind of... curious as to how it... feels..." Okay, Logan, ol' chap. That wasn't quite the right way to describe it... he couldn't help but glance off to the side, a minor look of embarrassment crossing over his features. He then blinked as he spotted Sergey walking up from the beach, an odd sight of a pale boy with fur molting from his body tucked away in his arms. His brows furrowed lightly as he tried figuring out why the boy seemed familiar.

Amidst the ringing in his head, and the minor crunches of bone shifting that echoed in his head, Tess could hear someone talking to him. He couldn't understand what they were saying... Nor could he tell who it was. It was familiar, though, and while aches ravaged his body, he also felt the feeling of weightlessness and being held close to something warm. Too warm... he felt too warm, and yet increasingly too cold. He made a slight noise, though his throat was tight and dry.
What was going on?
And then there was a numbness growing... everything felt fuzzy and hazy, the ringing in his ears dulling, the pain still there but not as sharp. And he was falling into an even deeper unconsciousness, into something more like a deep sleep.


The Headmistress was helping out a girl who was having problems calming down enough to show off her mutation to her partners, as she kept burying her face in her legs, a heavy blush on her cheeks because she'd said something foolish during her turn at telling them about herself. And then there were a few students noticing a bird-like figure coming up from the beach with someone in his arms. Sarah looked to the pair and instantly recognized Tess for the fact that one of the last few clumps of fur fell off of him as Sergey carried him to the Medical Ward.

Interesting... It's the same way. The more Mutants you put together, the more reactions happen... the more things are discovered. she thought with a small sigh. She'd been informed of several others who'd gone to the Medical Ward because their powers were acting up, or something in general had gone wrong with them. It had been the same while she was trained with her own mutations as a child. Her lips set in a grim line before she returned her attention to the general populous of students. She went back to what she was doing, keeping a weather eye out for any complications on Sergey's path. Once Tess was in Mrs. Ishida's hands, he would be fine. She had to keep all the students busy, anyways.

"Has everyone made their introductions yet? I see more then a few of you have already moved on to powers introductions." she called out to the masses.

The gruesome sight of a shifting Tess cut down to Mal. He stood for a moment in awe until Sergey's instructions hit him. Nodding, he ran back to the throng of students.
"Doctor!" he cried among them. "Medic! What do you have to scream to get medical help, here?!"
He pushed his way through the crowd, breaking free and running towards the medical center. Bursting in, he ran to the first person he saw.
"It's Tess!" he exclaimed. Making a gesture for ears and a snout, he continued. "Dog boy? He turned into a human and now he's unconscious." Turning, he frantically pointed in the direction he'd come from. "He's down by the beach. Somebody's with him, but he needs help." Without waiting for anyone else to follow him, Mal took off back towards the beach.

Huilliame was taken back a little when Matthew was asked to the dance by Candice. He was pretty sure she had been crushing on Lite earlier. He sighed and looked around the hall. Seemed almost everyone was bored as he was.

Huilliame was really hungry now and simply got up to leave.
"Dosent matter about public image. If I dont eat soon I'll pass out." He said this as began to walk away, his skin producing a near perfect representation of its background. He figured they'd let him off this once. He re emerged as it were when he reached the dinner hall. A Perfect Circle were playing and Maynard Keenan was singing Weak and Powerless in his ear.

Without much reaction time, Lite instantly liked where the discussion was going in his regards. The smoke about him dissipated as he decided to sit down on the ground. Looking at his surfboard he calculated his answer fairly quickly. "I love surfing, spend more time on the water than on ground you know. I surf throughout the days here too, you've got some water equipped abilities obviously, you should join me! Though I'll admit it's easy to get sidetracked, I almost missed this here meeting." Lite scratched his head mainly because it itched a little, salt water did that.

Hearing Sam's ability should have given Lite more concerned, but he frankly wasn't. It wasn't an ability Lite thought could be practiced often so he shrugged it off. The newcomer's ability was a little more colorful as he changed his voice per example. "'s quite an interesting ability you've got there. I sure as Hell don't want to be near you if you burp." Lite laughed at his own conclusion.

Mal ran as quickly as he could, digging his feet into the sand to stop himself in front of Tess and Sergey. Together, they lifted Tess and carried him back towards the medical ward. As they reached the sliding doors, Mal could see that, inside, people were readying themselves to get Tess. One man brought a stretcher and pushed it closer, motioning for Sergey and Mal to place the unconscious boy on it.
Hefting Tess onto the bed, the medic held Sergey and Mal away.
"I'm sorry," he said. "You'll have to stay back." Mal began to protest, but the medic shook his head. "We've got it under control. Your friend will be fine."
Mal watched as they wheeled Tess away down the hall, a tight feeling beginning to grow in his stomach.

Lite seemed calmer, happier, and less smokey now, an obvious effect of the topic changing. So it seemed from what Will could gather from the conservation he had overheard and what he heard now that out of the four, Lite was the only one not from the United States. They could find out about his own whereabouts later. Besides, maybe one of them knew of his sister, or not. Either way, it worked for him.

Will had been to Italy once, accompanying his sister on a music tour. He had even been able to play in the orchestra accompanying her solo. As for the matter of surfing, it really was a different matter. Will had attempted surfing once as well and failed so miserably that his companions had almost died of laughter. It was counter intuitive since the musician had undergone martial arts training and thought himself to have at least decent balance.

Will grinned in response to Kazuko in his normal voice. "Maybe." The answer was yes, but he didn't want to strain his voice. His grin grew wider and more mischievious at Lite's comment on burping. "I'll keep that in mind, Lite." And woe for thee, Lite, for the day that I do burp nonpurposefully of course in your face, Will thought. He'd never really tried applying his ability to burps, but now Lite had given him an idea.

There seemed to be a commotion somewhere. Because of the noise in the air, it was hard to hear. Someone was scurrying the mass, and maybe someone was calling for help. All was explained by the headmistress a moment later. Someone had been hurt. Will wanted to know, and he tiptoed to sight the victim, but it seemed that the victim had already been taken out of the sight.

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