Amystella
With refined, elegant motions Stella pinched a napkin between two of her slender fingers and padded it across her mouth. Though her face carried a warm and tranquil expression her eyes were sharp, piercing the veil of their little 'hideout', traversing tens of meters to land on one particular student. She observed for a moment. The student was of the feminine persuasion, she had dark skin much like Stella's except maybe a few shades off, her hair was black and curly, it was maybe a bit shorter than her own fuschia-colored hair and she had a few inches on the older woman. This student- Suzy Parks- if she remembered correctly, had some soul-based abilities. Or at least that's what she'd heard. From her own experience Spiritists and other professions specializing in the soul usually had illusory abilities that would even cause her to envy them. Directly attacking your opponents consciousness, seamlessly trapping them in an illusion that even their subconscious was fooled into believing... shiver. It was indeed a terrifying ability. To let such an unpolished gem remain as it was... Ah even the heavens themselves would lament such a waste of talent. No, no, non, nai wa, absolutely not!
Wordlessly she took action, her figure blurring for but an instant. Although illusions were her primary auxiliary weapon Stella's true forte lay within one word; Speed. There were few things that could compare to the sheer velocity of light in motion and amongst the elements, the only ones who could ever hope to match up to a light-bearer would be a wielder of thunder or whisperer of wind. But, they were still pretty far off. Stella arrived behind Suzy in a flash, her movements appearing almost instantaneous, giving off the illusion of teleportation. A mischievous yet entrancing smile covered her face as she leaned towards the student. When she was right next to Suzy's ear, in not quite a whisper, she said ...
"BOO!"
Wystria
Noticing that her sister had left of her own volition, Wystria saw no further reason to loiter around by herself. Within an instance their artificial shadow world collapsed on itself, it's sole inhabitant having already lept to another place of residence, namely, a faint shadow cast by the frames of a nearby window. Watching one of the problem children walk down the hallway, the one known as Ryker, she decided she might as well hitch a ride. Moments later a pair of purple eyes gleamed from within Ryker's shadow, the student none the wiser about the teacher hitching a ride on his person. With nothing better to do, Wyst figured she'd take a quick nap and if anything catastrophic happened she was assured that this child would find himself right in the thick of it, thereby bring her along with him. What could go wrong? Reaffirmed in her 100% flawless plan Wyst closed her eyes and entered a light sleep. Only to be rudely awoken by the words of an arrogant, pompous brat, who didn't know how to write the word 'humility'.
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"I see myself as the hand controlling the board. No one to protect but myself. And no one who can defeat me."
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Her eyes snapped open, and her nose crinkled in distaste. Immediately after she felt something, something forcing its way into her domain, no, not something, it was someone. She frowned. Although she wasn't nearly as territorial as the air spirit, it still felt uncomfortable. Akin to two people trying to share a blanket, except, it was clearly too small to fit the both of them. However, to wrestle away a portion of her control, even if she wasn't actively commanding the shadows, that was no small feat. This kid...was probably quite the genius. Though, he was only a genius, and nothing else. He still had a long way to go before he could make anything of his talent, and it was about time he learned that lesson.
Flexing her magical muscles Wystria flushed the surrounding shadows with her magic. Shadows cast by walls, windows, chairs, desks, person, they all began to writhe violently swallowing the entire classroom at a breakneck pace. The entire room was utterly devoid of light, as dark as the ocean's abysses. An intense darkness so deep that it would cause one to question the existence of the sun, it was a void where eyes were rendered useless. Light no longer existed in this room, so organs that picked up light were of course completely moot. Darkness of this level seemed to stretch in all directions infinitely, though that was assuming one could even perceive direction. In fact, such an abrupt elimination of a sense would usually cause a staggering sense of vertigo as the body quickly tried to regain it's bearing. For the three students trapped in her little 'box' their only anchor to reality was the ever-present feeling of gravity.
"Fighting outside of combat-related classes or approved duels is, Ab-sol-ute-ly For-bbi-den."
Syllable by syllable she spoke, her words a crescendo filled with a severity that could sever nails. Augmented by her magic and infused with the element of the night, her voice would subconsciously cause emotions to arise, emotions associated with her corresponding element. Darkness birthed feelings of power, fear, mystery, strength, authority, evil, and aggression. Some that were negative, and some that were neutral. This- was elemental overawe, each element had its own intrinsic emotions that were associated with it, and such feelings could be forced onto one's opponent, disturbing their mental state. Her sister's Overawe birther feelings of purity, reverence, Holiness, brilliance, sincerity, and faith. To resist an elemental overawe one would need to cultivate not only a powerful will but also the correct state of mind and she doubted these students had that.
Feeling that she'd got her point across Wystria relaxed, no longer being as overbearing as before, but still maintaining her control over the entire room. Moistening her lips she lectured softly, "It's fine to be hot-headed, that's one of the characteristics of youth but if you're going to fight, go through the proper channels. Submit a duel application to the headmistress' office. If we had super-powered kids getting into scuffles in any way they pleased this school would be a war zone!"
She scoffed lightly. "And as for you Mr.Invicible-Under-the-Heavens, let me tell you a little story...
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A frog lives in a well. From the bottom of the well, he can see the well's sides, the water, the rock in the middle of the water, and a small part of the sky when looking upwards. This frog has lived his entire life in the well and is comfortable enough with his surroundings to think he knows the world very well indeed. The sides, the water, the rock, and a small patch of sky above.
One day much to the frog in the well's surprise another frog comes falling down from above splashing into the water. The newcomer from swiftly pulls himself up onto the rock; cleans the water from his eyes with a flick of his long tongue, and takes a look around the well. With a sigh, he realizes he’s trapped in a small well with no way out, and to his surprise he sees the resident frog sitting at the side of the water...watching him.
“Hello!” Says the intruding frog.
“Hello yourself,” Says the resident frog.
The intruding frog looks around and says "What do you call this place?”
The resident frog looks hard at the intruding frog and responds “My good frog, this is ‘the well’ and it is everything, it the world.”
Looking around one more time the intruding frog sighs loudly and says “this well is far from being ‘everything’ or the world, there doesn’t seem to be much here at all.”
The resident frog blinks a few times and stutters “! This is indeed the world, you do not know of which you speak, most likely because of your inferior education!”
The intruding frog replies “You pompously ignorant frog, the world is much bigger than you can imagine!”
The resident frog obviously can’t believe what he’s hearing, after all the well is all he knows, and his world as he knows it is being questioned. He barely manages to croak out “Tell me about your world and I’ll decide if your world is real or not!”
The intruding frog scoffs but replies “ Ok then, I’ll tell you about my world. To start it is very big.”
The resident frog looking around his well with pride fills up his chest with air and croaks “it cannot be much bigger than this fine well!”
The Intruding frog replies “Oh yes, it is much bigger.”
The resident frog is appalled. “How much bigger can it be, is it bigger than say ...from where I’m standing to the edge of the water?"
The intruding frog replies “Much bigger.”
The resident frog, looking a bit uncomfortable, responds “Ok then, bigger from where I stand to that rock you’re sitting on?”
The Intruding frog not wanting to hurt the resident frogs feelings responds carefully “Yes much further than to this rock I’m sitting on.”
The resident frog’s eyes bulge with disbelief and he says, “Surely this is not so! Your world cannot be further than from where I stand to the wall across the water?”
The intruder frog sighs deeply now realizing he will never be able to fully convey just how large HIS world is to this frog who has been but a resident of a very small well so he responds “Pull up a chair son, we have some material to cover…” And so goes the story of the frog in the well who only knew his world and couldn’t allow his mind to wrap around the idea of a bigger world outside his own experiences.
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Finished with her story Wystria cast's her gaze towards Ray, "No matter how talented you are there will always be someone more talented than you! And even in the vast expanse of the world talent counts for nothing! Even if a 5-year had talent that could defy the heavens, in front of a grown man there would be nothing he could do. Only after you've matured do you have the qualifications to act so wildly! As for now? Hmpf! I've trapped you with your own element, what can you do about it? Well, you're a good seedling, so it'd be a pity for your attitude to hinder your future achievements..."
Having scolded and lectured to her heart's content Wyst relaxed completely, light swiftly piercing the curtain of shadows as she retreats back to the concealment of Ryker's shadow. 'That Ray could use some work in the attitude department but he's not too shabby. Guess, I'll train him a bit...'
Pausing for a moment and staring off in the direction of the door, Wystria wrinkles her nose in puzzlement. Someone is approaching, and their definitely not a student, nor are they any of the teachers she recognizes. Well, not that it matters, as long as they're not attacking the school she has no real reason to stop them...
Minelauva
With a slow but steady pace, a woman trails through the halls of CoDA. Light flames, a spectrum of colors from orange to red to white, arc off her body leaping into the air for several centimeters before dissipating. Her blue-ish white hair whips behind her. Her steps are measured and seem to carry a peculiar charm to them. Although she looks to be but a fair lady her aura is unmistakable. She emits pressure that is all but palpable, her momentum seems boundless- as if a mountain had grown legs and was bearing down on your person. Her gaze carries a certain level of confidence, one that promises that her gravitas isn't just for show. This is the Celestial Star Spirit Minelauva.
It had only been a few minutes since she'd arrived, fully intent on amusing herself with this new job of 'teaching'. She didn't take it too seriously but treated it more like a hobby, a simple means of passing time. She'd only really taken up this job because her daughter was attending this school, and for what it was worth the Headmaster and Headmistress were rumored to be quite powerful in their own right. And that was exactly the reason why she now found herself standing in front a rather ordinary looking classroom. She'd felt numerous bursts of rather powerful magic, and this location happened to be the closest and the most recent. Whether or not the source of this power was a headmaster... she couldn't really tell, but it was enough to peak her interest and that was all that mattered. Abruptly, the aura vanishes. Whoever had been releasing their magic with such force... they're either gone or have concealed themselves. Both scenarios are a bucket of cold water dumped right over her head. The flames on her body transition into a cool simmering blue, and for a moment Minelauva hesitates. Unsure of whether to open the door or to simply leave.
With a sigh, she pushes onward, stepping through the doors of the classroom and into the room itself. Her gaze flickers, landing on three...children. How disappointingly...wait? Disregarding the lone child in the corner... the other two... One is well built, clearly the body of a warrior, or at least a brawler. It's clear that he's no stranger to close combat and the other... She can't quite put her finger on it, but he radiates a force... one similar to gravity yet, different. It's completely anarchic, it's obvious he has little to no control over it. Finally, her gaze returns sweeping over the body of the third boy, the one in the corner. His aura...is sinister...no just a bit dark. Within a split second, she decides- she's not interested- he's probably got some ability relating to darkness or negative energy, she doesn't have the slightest bit of interest in a child like that. But the other two are quite interesting. Narrowing her eyes she hooks the fingers on her left hand into a 'come here' gesture. With Minelauva as the center, a storm of gravity erupts, however its only targets are the two youths. They had peaked her interest... for now. She would play with them test them, if they could entertain her for long enough then that would be excellent! If they couldn't? Well, she could only blame her own poor judgment for taking two flimsy children as worthy of her time. Even as the gravitational storm is unleashed, a smirk creeps onto Minelauva's lips. Maybe this teaching job would be a bit more fun than she'd initially anticipated.
