We all have to start somewhere

[Jason]

Whoa that was close. Thought jason ducking under a horizontal strike from the student he was facing. As he came up he brought one end of this staff into the guy's gut. Then he swung the other end to smak him in the face but the attack was blocked and Jason recived a kick to his gut sending him back with a small grunt as he landed about six feet away and twirled his staff setting in a position with it out to his right and one end against his back and the other sticking out and diagnolly to the ground while held in his right hand with his left hand now free.

Jason knew he had to improve on his physical skills. Compared to a normal human he was a cut above them. but against the other students he knew he needed alot of work. He was here to start learning how to be a better fighter and to use his magic more effectivly feeling that this would work better than the classes he would have to be taking. Not that he felt the classes wouldn't e helpful. He just felt firsthand experience worked much better.

Jason's opponent threw a dagger at his and in response Jason raised his left hand a a shield of his magical force appeared deflecting the weapon to the side. He dashed back in swing his weapon inwards and up to his left aiming to smack his foe in the jaw. His opponent leaned back to aviod the attack and leaned back in getting ready for an attack. But Jason brought the opther end in during the same swing with a flick of his wrist smashing the pole into the side of the guy's head sending him a step back. Another flick of the wrist and a swing of his arm going back out to the right brought the other end smashing into the other side of the guy's face sending him to his knee.

I think I'm starting to get the hang of this. He thought allowing a small grin. But his oppenent was soon back up slahing in with the longsword in his hand. Jason parried the blow but didn't expect the counter attack from his foe useing the momentum to swing around bringing the wepon in along the same path once more. Jason was able to get his weapn in the way but it was knocked out of his hand and he recived another kick to the gut sending him back.

Alright I think I'm getting tired of this. he thought as he darted to his elft avoiding a spike of ice sent through the air at him
[/i]Interesting seeing elemental attacks. Mabey he'll like mine.[/i] He thought curling his right hand and a bright flash came out directed at his foe blinding him. Soon after a beam of pure green magic force shot from Jason's hand flying at his foe's chest/ When the blindness wore off the kid saw the beam right before it collided with his chest. The force of it lifted the guy off his feet throwing him back causing him to drop his weapon. When he hit the ground he didn't get up.

Jason retrived his weapon and walked over to his oppenent while clutching his chest and having to take deep but controlled breaths.
"Hey you okay?' He asked. he knew he had put a decent amount of force behind his blast but he didn't aim to seriously harm the guy. His opponent opened his eyes and painfully sat up.
"Yeah. Dam I almost had you to." He said. Jason shrugged.
"Well it was a good battle. I just made the right moves this time around." he said. The guy nodded and got to his feet.
"Well I'm heading to the infirmary." He said grabbing his weapon and leaving.

Jason decided to walk over to a tree and sit down to recover a bit. He wasn't really hurt and didn't use much energy. He figured a couple minutes rest and he'd be back at full combat ability.

[Onira]

Such beauty. Such grace. Such finesse. Such a lie. For, of course, it was Onira one was talking about. As a dancer may be like a swan, Onira would be like a duck, fun to watch for it's patheticness is great, but truly annoying to be. But hey! A duck always got back up and tried again, and it was that heart one had to commend. But still. It was very pathetic.

"AHH!"

Off the blechers he began his descent downwards, one wooden board after another intercepting but no doubt not slowing his fall. IT was at about this time one had to regret the size of the school, because the bigger the school, the bigger the leachers. Ow! was a good word for it.

"OOH! GAHH!"

Similar sounds were heard for the next about twenty seconds as Onira continued down with his trip, eventually flipping over a fainl time to smack his back right on to the hard Earth below. It just wasn't FAIR! Why was it always him who suffered so dearly?

His shoe that had fallen off fell onto his nose. Streams of tears fell down his face.

"Why meeeeeeeee?"

After a minute or so spent crying, Onira sat up, the tears now untraceable except for the two puddles where his head used to be. He slipped his shoe back on, then stood up. He gave himself a quick look-over, seeing no problems with his clothes. The clothes themselves were actually quite simple. A faded pair of jeans, a short-sleeved black T-shirt, and a pair of black sneakers. Those violet orbs of course remained, as did that long blond hair. It was amazing it was still as perfect as ever, especially when a ten minute nap would give him major bed head.

"Meh!"

Onira began to walk around thr training grounds as if nothing had happened, now getting a closer look at what was happening, and also seeing the last attack of the fight he had been following. A green beam of light, shot from one opponent to the other. Interesting. However, it did remind him of something. Onira felt around his head.

"Damn it! My drink helmet's been broken! CRAP!"

He sighed to himself, looking now at the ground. It was a sad, sad thing. The loss of a drink helmet.

[Jason]

Jason looked up hearing someone talk about some drink helmet being broken. He didn't sound very happy about it in the least. He saw a guy who looked roughly around his age and even seemed to look slightly similar to him but not by much.

Jason got up and walked over to him.
"Drink helmet busted? Not really hard to fix you know. Well depending on the was it broke. I'm no repairman or anything. But depending on how it broke I have some superglue on me. I know they say duct tape fixes all but I think this would be a different case." he said with a grin.

He held out his hand.
"Heh where are my manneres? Name's Jason who are you?" He asked. It was clear Jason was about as friendly and relaxed as could be.

[Onira]

Onira looked up quickly when he heard someone talk to him, any trace of pathetic sadness now removed from his demeanor. He seemed quite happy, actually, listening to a fair degree at what the stranger had to say. He couldn't help but think it.

Superglue?! Pff!

"Thanks for the offer, dude, but I'll be alright. It's not the putting it back together that's the problem, it's the getting back up there that's the problem. That lip at the end of those bleachers is quite the large one!"

He grinned one of those ever-so-Onira-ish grins. Toothy, wide, and overall childish. It dropped a bit, though, not in dissapointment so much as concentration, Onira listening to what the stranger had to say.

"'Jason', eh? Well, you can call me Onira, and that'll work just fine and dandy. Now, about the drink helmet... any ideas?"

[Jason]

"Nice to meet you onira. Now for getting back up there.... Well I guess it's nottoo hard if you're nimble enough. But if not...." he said and thought for a moment. He raised an eyebrow.
"Onira how much do you think you wheigh? Depending on that I could get us up there rather quickly if you'de like." he said

[Onira]

Onira stared down at him at the question, obviously taking offence to that question. He crossed his arms, giving a low, quick huff, then turning himself to look away.

"That is my own personal information I do not wish to tell you, and I believe it quite rude that you would even say such a thing."

He would soon turn around, any look of annoyance gone and now a grin on his face. He would be doing EXTRA randomness today, or at least that was how it stacked up at thew moment.

"Well, if you must know, I think I'm around 16o Lbs, maybe 170 at the most. Now, what's your plan? I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know! Tell me!"

He grinned again, obviously enjoying himself. Jsut another oddity in the mind of Onira.

[Jason]

"Normally I wouldn't ask but it's because I have an idea to get us up there really fast and wanted to know how much energy to put into it." He said with a small impish smile as he held out his left arm.
"Here grab hold and keep a good grip we're taking a small ride." he said.

[Onira]

Onira looked somewhat hesitantly at Jason's arm. On one case, one man holding another's could be seen as quite gay, but that wasn't really what Onira was worrying about. It was if he couldn't quite keep his grip. After all, he wasn't the strongest of folks, and if his only life line was somebody else's arm... maybe some blood was in order!

He placed both hands on the arm of Jason, a fair amount of blood beginning to seep out of Onira's forearms, wrapping themselves around his hands and wrist and crystalizing around Jason's arm as well, giving Onira a near unbreakable grip. Already he felt quite a bit safer. Of course, he grinned yet again.

"Well, I'm good. Oh! and I hope this doesn't freak you out too much. It's jsut kind of a safety precaution. This should also be about five pounds, just so you know. I figured that might affect the ride."

[Jason]

Jason widended his eyes seeing the effects but he shrugged a bit as to his real reaction.
"In interesting effect but thanks for letting me know about the wheight difference." He said then chuckled
"Here goes nothing." And with that he focused his energy to come out the soles of his feet and the two of the rocketed up to the bleachers. Jason stopped the flow when Onira who was slight below him was about a foot above the bleachers when he lt them fall a bit and sent one more short burst to make their landing soft.
"Thanks for traveling on O'connell airlines. You may releas your safty harness." he said with a grin.

[Onira]

Onira's face lost it's childish grin as soon as the two took off, his expression instantly changing to a mix of fear and shock at such an event. As short as the ride was, Onira lost all of his saliva behind him, if not some other fluids out of his body. Actually, when they landed that was the first thing that Onira checked for. He sighed happily. No other loss of fluids.

He let the blood de-crystalize, flowing back into his arm through the same holes, and then the holes themselves healing up through yet more alchemy. He chuckled.

"Well, that was fun. Maybe we could do it again some time."

He laughed, but as soon moved fell sideways. Quickly, though, he stood back up, chuckling to himself.

"Well, let's look for the helmet, shall we?"

[Jason]

Jason chuckled seeing the look on Onira's face he probably had not even expected that in any way but after the shock he seemed to find it fun.
"Perhapes we can. But ti's takes a decent amount of energy to bring another along for the ride, Particularly as I don't use that power that way often." he said and started looking around for the guy's helmet.

[Onira]

It wasn't too long before Onira had found the slightly broken helmet. The full of it was blue with two clear bottles, one attached to either side, and a straw coming down from each to one's mouth. Inside each, at the moment, was what seemed to be chocolate milk, most of which had pooled around it on one of the wooden benches.

"Well, I've found it, but I'm so much sadder than when not knowing the horrible truth. Such a cruel, cruel fate for such a beautiful device. Well, time to fix it!"

Onira let out a cheerful cry, remembering how easy it would be to fix the helmet with alchemy. So, as he had thought, he placed one hand against the helmet, and using the palmed tattoos, that familiar alchemic light came forth, the helmet combining back to it's original, less destroyed form.

After the somewhat overly dramatic magic of fixing the helmet, Onira placed it on his head in triumph!

"Yes! Yes! Now, to go get something to drink for the helmet. Wanna come?"

Onira looked to Jason when he asked the question, remembering his partner in crimeless crime.

[Jason]

Jason gave a shrug.
"Sure I;ve already had a bit of training and the little boost used quite a bit of energy so I doubt I'd do well anyways." He said. he figured he and Onira would most likely get along for the most part. The guy seemed laid back an easy-going much like himself which was always a plus. Jason figured a new friend could always be a good thing.

"Where are you thinking of heading?" He asked.

[Onira]

Onira grinned once again, for no particular reason as most of his grins were for. He figured it right that Jason would not be quite up to bar on the old energy scale, so something to drink would be nice.

"Well, I vote for the caf! Hey, you know, I could also kinda go for some lunch. Are ya in?!"

The ever-impatient student wouldn't wait for a reply before beginning his trek up the bleachers, where when he reached the top he would take the upper hall around to the top of level of the academy. It was quite a trip unto itself, if not at least a mile long. After all, the academy's size was one to be looked upon in awe. Onira had wondered countless times before if an alchemist had a hand in creating an amount of the academy, hoping for such. Without knowing really any of the academy's history he could think so if he wanted to. It was his freedom after all.

OOC: We should probably continue this in the academy proper.

[Jason]

Jason nodded.
"Yeah something to eat sounds good to me." he said following Onira to the Academy. He figured hanging out with a new friend beat training any day. Particularly when they both figured something to eat sounded good. He was also interested in the guy's magic abilities. He had seen the first power which had to do something with blood magic though he wasn't familiar with that. He recognized the magic that fixed the drink helemt as alchemy. He was curious as to how the mix worked or if it was still the same styling.

OOC: Yeah if you set it up I'll reply before too long. Sometime within the next few hours at most.