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Sam gave a sigh of relief when Alwyn finally succeeded in standing up. He really hated having to see her in such a difficult position. The young Empath wasn't keen on the fact the he couldn't give an answer to this girl's question, either. Nevertheless, Sam moved a bit closer to Alwyn and asked, "Would you like me to take you to the infirmary, dear? They're more qualified to tell you what you want to know than we are."

"Well, then," Sam said, offering a warm smile, "let's get going." He returned to his table momentarily to grab his umbrella and started for the doors. "Not sure how much good an umbrella will do, but it's better to be safe than sorry." The violet-locked teen opened one of the portals, holding it open for Alwyn as he opened the hand-held sheltering device. As the girl reached the doorway, Sam began walking alongside her, holding the umbrella over her head. "I'm sure missing classes for two days in a row can't be the first impression you wanted to make. But, don't worry about it too much. The faculty here are some of the most understanding you'll ever meet. If any of them give you trouble, though, I'll bet Mrs. Ishida will be more than happy to set them straight." At this, he gave a playful wink.

((I hope you don't mind the little bit of ghosting I did.))

"There's a seat open here... if that was what you were looking for." Isabella was chewing thoughtfully, her eyes closed. She and her guide's table had remained empty, for the most part, so there were plenty of empty seats. The girl who looked very much like a doll peeked her eyes opening, looking at the boys' light. Very much in control... almost as normal as a non-mutant's. Curious. She'd heard him wander near, and her eyes looked to the chain she'd heard, but, of course, she couldn't see it.

Eyes staring vacantly at where Erensii stood, Bella took a small nibble of her food, carefully guiding it to her mouth while her guide quietly ate her own food, every so often glancing to the girl to see if she needed help with anything.

(( Uhm.. Okay. That's a little.... weird. Can we keep it to 'normal high school student, just with a few super power oddities' actions? ))


Isabella had managed to scoot back enough to avoid food falling on her when a girl hopped up onto the table in front of her, right where she knew her lunch was. Her blank expression examined the girls' light, and then she saw the bunnies'. She heard her Guide stand beside her.

"Off the table! They weren't put in here to sit on, and it's rude to destroy someone's lunch like that!" The woman said to Candice, snagging the girl's arm to guide her off the table. "Do we need to have the Headmistress talk to you, or do you think you can behave yourself and not be so rude? And bringing a Rabbit into the cafeteria- let alone having one! Did you get permission for that?"

Bella looked to Erensii again while her escort chastised Candice for her actions. "Apparently this table isn't safe to eat at." she murmured.

(( Don't worry.. things'll spice up. I'm gonna finish lunch soon, so we'll have classes, and then we'll have a small break and then a bit of training. We also have the dance coming up... and some inside drama/randomness that anyone could follow and be amused at. ))


The guide frowned at Candice, crossing her arms over her chest. "Keep that up, and I will be telling the Headmistress of your behavior. Now, go finish your lunch without ruining someone elses'."

"Miss. It's fine." Isabella shifted a little, a hand slowly going to the table, and then feeling lightly at the mess that was her lunch. She picked up the fork she managed to find off to the side of the tray and set it on the mess, then began looking for anything else that might've fallen off. Her hands could be cleaned, so she wasn't worried about it. "Her light is shifting like Mother's does when she's sad. Leave her alone."

Looking down at the mess, Erensii held out a hand towards Candice as he moved to sit down at the table. "Please, calm down. We would like this lunch to be peaceful, if you don't mind." Reaching under the table, he tucked the book he kept at his waist aside and used a napkin to wipe up some liquid that had fallen under the bench he was sitting at.

Looking at the people in front of him, he noticed something strange once again - the path, the little shimmers in his vision that showed possibilities, was not noticeable for Isabella. Perhaps it was her nature, but he could not see the glimpses how she might act that were usually visible to him. Strange. That makes three people so far, ever, who are not part of my power's vision. I wonder why?

"Why thank you, but I already got quite a bit of food down before I was brought. Now that it has settled, I'm fine," Marie smiled brightly.

At Orin comment on dance clothing, Marie subconciously looked down at the clothes she was wearing. Sweatshirt and jeans due to the rain. she had been in a sun dress earlier, but it was indeed not sunny enough for it.

"Well, I didn't really pack much dance wise. I didn't expect everything so soon. I figured I could get something when we go on main land trips or my mother could FedEx me one of my dresses I leave at home... though, those are traditional flamaeco dresses and other dresses that were originally pruchased for dance... not for a dance..." Marie trailed on in thought and then blushed in embaressment when she realized Orin was asking her opinion on his dance attire.

She began to get the idea that she could blame Logan for her flighty attitude.

Marie cleared her throat. "Well, I'm assuming its semi-formal/semi-casual. But, I nice button up shirt with a sport jacket of something would be good on you. No, tie though. Those are for married men so their wives can yank them around like its a leash," she chuckled lightly.

"Oh! And your shoes should match your belt, if you can."

"You will look quite spiffy then, I believe."

Marie thought about Orin in the white linen suit and somehow her image on him in her mind tranformer to that of the Colonel from America commericals dealing with eating chicken.

Her face dipped into a slight frown at Orin's news of what her future may hold depending on her mutation. Nodding quietly, Marie though about the possiblities. "May I ask what Metahuman Domestic Affairs Department and the Metahuman Crisis Taskforce involve and do?

Marie pondered a moment. "Martial Arts... I've always been kinda curious about the different types... kinda like all the different kinds of dance."