Unlocking Your Magical Potential

[The Historian]

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1. Lienn
2. Torm
3. Leon
4. Darah
5. Hakfu
6. Winters (SC Ghost )

[Lienn~]

After getting the out of nowhere request from the Historian to join his new class, Lienn found herself outside the classroom door, staring at the sign up sheet. He had taken the liberty of signing Leon, Torm, and herself up..he must have quite the confidence to think that they'll all show. She was even first on the list, amazing.

Lienn hesitated, porcelain hand resting on the doorknob. Was she really up for another class with the old loon? Possibly. With a sigh, the blonde haired girl pushed open the door, adjusting the vintage slouch bag on her shoulder before entering. The classroom was empty, at least for now. Casting an unsure glance about, she took a seat in the third row, dropping her bag on the floor with a clunk where it crumbled into a pool of mutlicolored fabric with exception to the outlines of a few books and basic supplies, hence the name.

Leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms over her stomach, she gazed out the window, letting her mind wander, as she waited for the rest of the class (or at least Leon and Torm at any rate) to arrive.

[Leon]

Another class with that old guy. Leon figured it wouldn't be too bad. He just was interested in why he called it Unlocking Your Magicel Potential. He had seen the sign up sheet at the door with Lienn, Torm, and Leon written on it. What confidence this guy held in the students to keep there honored words. Ok so he may have been right, but did that really matter? Maybe not, but Leon entered to see Lienn there. At least there where going to be people he was alittle used to here. He left the mantice he had got from Torm in his room and told it to watch his spear. He didn't carry it today. Slowly he moved to sit near Lienn. His short, spikey, golden, blonde hair hardly moved.

He took his place infront of Lienn and looked around the class. He was second to appear in this room, besides the teacher, who most likely loved the idea of seeing his students come in, or the ones he asked anyway. Leon looked to Lienn and gave a nod, recognizing she was there. He slid his green vest off his shoulders and folded it backwards against his chair. He was alittle warmer than usuel, so he made it as cool as he could, his white shirt, and slightly baggy tan cargo shorts. He was actuelly very comfurtable now. He was waiting for something to happen, then a thought hit him, the intertaining boy Torm, had not shown up yet. This made Leon think, but he was getting bored, so he made two sparks dance on the table and seemingly fight each other, as they bounced from one hand on one end of the desk, to the other, and back.

[Darah]

Another class to attend and not gain any benefit out of it? Sure, no problem. Darah was used to those sort of lessons where she just dozed off at the back of the classroom because she didn't understand the teacher's blabbering on magic spells. However, another class with Historian, evil critisizing extrordinaire and overall relic from the past? That Darah could have done without. She could still remember the last class she had had with the old baldie. It hadn't been nice. The G*eezer*-Man as he liked to be called by (he probably was trying to sound "hip" and "get down" with the students) was insulting every single person in the class. In the end, he and Darah even traded spells at each other. That had been possibly the best part of the class. Historian couldn't have thrown the fireball back at Darah, at least not directly, or he may lose his job when Darah complained to the headmaster. Darah knew the education system along with its loopholes well enough to exploit them to her own benefit.

Darah opened the door to the class and entered the classroom dressed in her usual brown tattered cloak again, with hood and all covering her face. She knew that Historian was most probably going to make her take the hood off again. In her arms cradled the small basilisk lizard named Gekko. She scanned the faces around to find Lienn and Leon again. They had been at there at Historian's first class as well. A shuffling sound is made as Darah dragged her feet along the class floor to find the place at the back row of the class. She picked a seat there and sat down on it, keeping her head and hood low to avoid stares from her classmates whom have seen her true face before. Her eyes were focused on the lizard on her lap as her clawed hands gently stroked his flank.

[Lienn~]

Lienn's attention was pulled from the window as people began to file in. First came Leon who found a seat right in front of her. She was glad he had decided to come afterall, and though being a bit quiet, she did enjoy his company. Next in came a hooded figure, who after some consideration, she recognized as Darah from her other class as well. This should be interesting, as the last time Darah and the historian had been in the same room, she had tried to take his head off with a fireball.

She leaned forward on her desk, watching Leon make the sparks dance. With a grin, she raised a delicate hand and flick it slightly, making one of the sparks move under her control. As long as something had some kind of matter, she could control it.

"Heh, I win."

She grinned as the spark bounced across his desk. True, it wasn't much of a victory, or a victory at all really, but it was something to do while they waited for things to get started.

[The Historian]

So, G-Man is it?[/u]

The Historian was once again sitting at his desk, as the music played lightly. This time, it was a concerto, Mozart most likely. He removed his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then looked around the class. 3/5 so far wasn't that bad.

So, he noted each individual, and then checked their names off the list.

Darah, please sit down next to Lienn, it will be a, very sssmall, group. Alssso, remove the hood, and please bring the Lizard to the front of the class.

At the last command, he picked up a glass cage from seemingly nowhere, and set it on his desk. It had a heated rock, a few crickets, and a some grass inside. Overall, a perfect mini-habitat for a lizard, and waited for her to abide by his command.

[Hakfu Song]

Oh Boy... Second Tardie

He knew he was late. He had signed up late for the class, and he knew he was late. But Hakfu still couldn't get that video of the G-man out of his head... it scared him terribly. The door creaked open, as Hakfu tip-toed inside. Standing still for a moment, he shook his head, and held up two fingers to the G-man.

"Second check. Sorry, Professor."

Pulling into the class, he spotted Darah, and gave a groan. That battle... ah well. He waved at Leon, as he sat a seat away from Lienn on the right.

"Hello Lienn.."

His eyes shifted back to the G-man. Dammit, out, demons, out! Out of my head, I say! The professor smiling... ugh... that was... oh God. He dared to look, now, his curiosities grew. His eyes quickly averted down to his desk, as he took out a piece of paper and pen from his robes, writing something small, experimenting with yet another spell.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

Dammit. He popped in a few pills into his mouth before walking through the halls. Forgot to take them, and now, look at where he was. Late. Observing the feather patterns of a bird could be all too time consuming for Jonathan. But what he was more suprised at, was that he had forgotten to take his pill. To just be sure, he took two, to make up for lost times. His blank face was all the more non-chalant and unfeeling then ever, really. The pills hadn't taken affect yet, something that he was concerned with. Even now, his eyes were following the patterns on the floor, noting as they made a square zig-zag, where it would eventually form into circles, while the shadows of the sun that came from his left-side, through the pillars, shining through the glass with its brilliance, making the grounds before him sparkle like buried treasure.

It was a good two minutes before his feet finally arrived at the doorstep of the class. He patted himself down, checking everything. Generic sniper suit, mask on, M82A1 strapped onto back, knife snuggly sheathed, Beretta put on 'safety' in his left side's holster. All that he hoped was that he wouldn't have to say anything, and hopefully avoid getting a few new nicknames, like back in D-13. His hand slid onto the doorknob, giving it a gentle squeeze, as it turned, letting himself slip into the classroom, standing by the closest chair. The call slip made it look like the room was already full... he hoped that an exception would be made on his part, since he was new to the school, after all. His right hand crept into the air, in a shy manner, as he waved to the teacher.

Behind the mask, Jonathan's face was unreadable.. the pills had begun to take effect.

[Leon]

The young blonde haired boys eyes lit up as Lienn took controle of one of the sparks and made it dance across the desk. She had spoke that she won and Leon was so stunned in amazement that the spark that he had controle of desipated. He looked to Lienn and cracked a friendly smile, he created another spark and chased the spark she had controel over around the desk.

Yes this may not have been what the teacher wanted them doing, but it was something to do. Something to pass the time. Leon knew this feeling to be fun, so he liked this small intertainment very much.

". . . Fun. . ."

Leons hair seemed to frizz up and spike more when concentrating on the electrical spark. As it snaked and bounced in the persuit of Lienn's spark. It was probably the only way other than the glow in the dark thing that people could tell he was using his magic.

[Darah]

Ah, once more Historian had proved himself to be nothing more than a pain in the butt who was somehow lucky enough to get a spot in the Academy as a teacher. What was with him keep having to need Darah remove her hood. Was he just like Hakfu? Nothing but a low life pedophile who kept wanting to look at her? At least Darah liked Hakfu a little. He was funny and nice to have around at times. Historian however... Well, let's just say she thought that the world would be a better place without him.

Slowly, Darah brought her claws up to her hood and pulled the brown fabric back behind her head very slowly as to make sure she doesn't tear the material with her horns. Her eyes were focused sharply at the baldie at the front of the class, glaring at him furiously as she stood up from her seat at the back of the class. Carrying Gekko in her arms, she walked over to the seat on the left of Lienn and sat down and at the same time placed Gekko on the floor of the class.

"His name is Gekko." Darah said smugly to Historian as she weaved hex+ about her kid, reverting him back to his true form: a five feet tall, four meter long basilisk with six legs, three horns and a barbed tail. "And he's way too big for that puny cage."

"Gekko, wait for me outside." Darah asked of her kid who complied to her will, rearranging some of the tables and chairs on the way out because of his size. Darah didn't want Gekko in that little cage. A cage meant confinement, a trap. Both mother and son hated such things. Besides, who knew if Historian had something planned for her beloved child. That old man's mind has probably deteriorated so much until who knew what twisted thoughts lay in there.

With the threat to her child out of the way, Darah could refocus her attention to whatever junk Historian had in store for the class today.

[The Historian]

The Historian looked placidly at Hakfu, and he sat where he was supposed to. Then, Winters walked in, a 'Ghost', as they called them. He was carrying his ordanance with him... No good.

Mr. Wintersss. Please, leave your M82A1 By the, door, along with, your Lockdown, cannisters, your, Sidearm, and, knife please.

Darah, thank you for removing the, distractions, from the room.

Now, we, are here to help, you students, get your, magical abilitiesss, up to, par. So, that being said...

What is Magic?

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

Unusual. Well, it was more then that. The girl ahead of him who had apparently been told to take off her hood revealed herself to have dark green hair, somewhat greenish hair with what appeared to be scales, and when she turned to go to her desk, what Jonathan saw was gray pupils and black irises. A fascination, really, when you got past all that, she was a normal looking girl, not bad looking at all, really. But, she wasn't comfortable with herself, or had something along the lines of not wanting to perhaps frighten people. Just a possibility, but, even then, it wasn't his place to ask something like. ..Not like he would've said anything anyways, unless he really had to talk.

"His name is Gekko." Suddenly, a five-foot baslisk appeared, and Jonathan hid away his eyes. Crap. A sniper's worst nightmare. "And he's way too big for that puny cage." He waited for a bit, avoidings its eyes by turning his head to face outside the window, so as not to be rude, and gave more of the impression that he was looking outside the windoe for something. "Gekko, wait for me outside." So as to add to the realism of that possibility, he waited precisely seven seconds after the baslisk had complied with its owner, walking past him, his desk rattling a little. A male baslisk named Gekko.. he would remember that, definetly.

And so, the professor turned his attention to him, almost immediatly, pristinely. "Mr. Wintersss. Please, leave your M82A1 By the, door, along with, your Lockdown, cannisters, your, Sidearm, and, knife please." Canisters? He didn't have his canisters with him. That was only for when he was carrying around his C-10 Canister Rifle, not the M82A1, which didn't have the proper connect-and-fire mechanism on it to use a canister anyways. But, he didn't say anything. It was a teacher, a superior, and besides his already understanding mind, it scarcely took four-years in a D-13 barracks to tell someone when to shut up and do as they were told. Still blank-faced behind his mask, he decided to play it safe, and remove the mask as well. Pushing back his chair without a sound, he stood up, and nodded, to show he was complying. In a military-like fashion, he pulled out the knife with its sheath still on, making a 'schlp' sound, from his left shoulder's holder, and walked without so much as a sound being made over to the door, bent down, and put it quietly, a small 'tap' sound, onto the ground.

While removing his beretta as well, he took the time to replay the G-man's voice. A strange elongating of S's, odd anunciations of his words in strange areas.. Truth be told, there were rumors in the barracks of the D-13 that someone who looked exactly like this man, his professor, who would walk around in the barracks watching them, with his crew-cut hair style, and no one but the observer noticing him, everyone else just seemingly passing him by. Actually, in the last battle with the beasts- Now was not the time to dwell on these thoughts however. His ammo clips slid out, beretta on the ground, with safety on, and finally, his M82A1, put directly against the wall, also on safety, ammo clip removed as a pre-measure. There, he was set. Mission accomplished.

Well, not quite. Unlatching his mask with both his hands, he rested took it off, with a slight 'gasping' sound coming from his mask as he did, resting it now on his rifle. Standing up and turning around, he revealed himself to have slightly green eyes of his own, just lightly tinted, and a grayish hair that went down his face, which he promptly shook away from it, pulling it back to rest behind him. Everyone was cropping around this girl with pale blonde hair, possibly a ring leader, although he himself could not see her face, with an older looking asian man, possibly Chinese sitting two seats to her right, the girl apparently named 'Darah' sitting to her left, and a young man with spiky looking, lightning blonde hair sitting in front of her. A ring of protection, almost. If he could, he would've smirked, but then, probably not, pills aside. Oh well. Jonathan took with a few steps, to the seat behind this girl, and watched on in interest at this teacher.

Familiar... he was familiar, he was old looking, but above all, familiar. Thoughts of the last battle with 'Beast' kept popping up in his head. Ah, but now, time to put that aside, and learn maybe something from his classmates. He had already done an observation of the girl with the baslisk, watched a little from what he could see from behind as the boy in front seemed to play with bits of electricty, the elder-looking asian with a stereotypical hat and robes seemingly writing something that he couldn't properly read from that distance. That reminded him, however, to take out paper for his own usage. A small click of a pen came from his vest, as his hand grasped onto it, placing it before him, and stole out a piece of paper. Again, he watched the other students, the green one in particular, unable to understand why he himself was ocassionally pausing to look at her every now and then. Curiosity? A subconcious prejudice? Doubtful. He was normally able to control actions like that, and above all, he was still on his pill. There, that was it. She had pleasant features, her skin reminding him of dancing grass. That's why, a reminder of nature, perhaps? He contented himself with that conclusion, for now, at least. Sitting, back straight, still taking occasional glances at his classmates, he sat ready.. ready for anything to but-

"Darah, thank you for removing the, distractions, from the room."

"Now, we, are here to help, you students, get your, magical abilitiesss, up to, par. So, that being said..."

"What is Magic?"

No, he wouldn't answer that, he wouldn't raise his hand. Unless the teacher ordered him, Jonathan would not coaxed into talking. Probably would be unpleasant anyways, its not like he was shy or anything. No, he was shy, but that wasn't any reason to hold himself back. Mozart was playing... not distracting, just pleasant classical music, something that he enjoyed, compared with the loud and noisy rock of today's generations. Made him think of the trees and how they wove songs with the winds.

[Lienn~]

Lienn grinned as the spark fight progressed, it was quite fun. Ashen eyes glanced up, however, when her name was called. It was Hakfu, and he looked a bit troubled, but she smiled anyway, giving a small wave with her free hand.

"Hello there, Hakfu..any luck?"

She asked, knowing that he knew what she meant. That video clip was insane, but it only fueled them to find out more about this old loon. She hoped he would take up her offer of a stake-out, it sounded fun, and it wouldn't hurt to take a break from the hum-drum of classes, training, etc.. She looked around as the class began to fill up..Darah was moved to sit on her other side, and there was another boy she didn't recognize, his mask seemed a bit foreboding. She gave a nod to Darah as she sat down, giving a wary glance at the large 'Gekko' as she called it. It was a bit shocking when it grew suddenly from its little size, but once the shock wore off, he seemed almost cute. Almost being the operative word, as he was still a five foot tall lizard. She snapped her attention to the aging teacher when he bagan to speak in his slow sslithery drawl. A snake, that's what he reminded her of, a snake. She made a mental note to run that by Hakfu later.

What is magic? Was he serious? She thought they'd passed that whole thing in the first class, being the history of magic and all..she frowned slightly. 'And I thought this was going to be a more hands-on class,' She grumbled inwardly. Did he want a textbook answer or what? She pursed her lips slightly, both thinkingly and to refrain from speaking. Instead, she played with the intercepted spark that was now in her hand, hidden from the historian's view as it was only a little thing, as she had removed it from Leon's desk when the historian had begun to speak. She noted, though, that Torm hadn't shown up yet. Leaning forward at her desk, she whispered to Leon..

"Have you seen Torm at all today?"

[Darah]

For awhile now, Darah had noticed something wrong in the class of the Historian’s. No, it wasn’t the old geezer this time, even though he sure as hell was still a major pain in the arse. No, Darah with all her animal like instincts knew that she was being watched but by whom, she didn’t know. Slowly, Darah scanned the ‘G-man’ and the faces of the other students, trying to see if any of them were looking at her. There was one, and he was the one whom the vibes Darah was feeling were coming from. Some kid with a goofy looking mask on. Perhaps this kid was like Darah, having being cursed to have some gruesome features and needing to wear a mask to cover everything up. Darah wouldn’t know unless he took his mask off. Anyways, seeing that it was just a classmate looking at her, Darah disregarded the bad vibes and they slowly went away, leaving her alone.

“Mr. Wintersss. Please, leave your M82A1 By the, door, along with, your Lockdown, cannisters, your, Sidearm, and, knife please.”

Historian’s serpent like voice with all the long trailing of ‘sss’s sounded throughout the class. Darah’s head spun through the list. She knew the M82A1 was probably some sort of firearm. She had heard boys all yap about their little gun popping games with their freaky named guns and weird sounding rifles. But what were the other things that Historian had mentioned? A lockdown? Some sort of padlock? A sidearm? Something to put on the side of your arm? What do you put at the side of your arm? Cannisters? Containers to put bullets in Darah supposed. Out of the entire list, the only thing she was really sure about was the knife. Funny how a student would have so many of these weapons on him. He must have been really strong to carry all that metal from his dormitory room all the way to Historian’s class. Just who was this Mr.Winters? Darah could not help but wonder.

Darah watched as the boy who had been looking at her, the one with the mask making him look as though he should be in an ocean scuba diving, pushed back his chair without a sound unlike the other students of the class, Darah included, who would just roughly push their chairs back creating a hell lot of ruckus.
He is Winters. Duh! Darah scolded herself for not noticing it sooner because after all, she knew everyone in the class except soldier boy and their names weren’t Winters, at least not that she knew of. So the odd one out just HAD to be Winters.
Soldier boy then stood up and gave Historian a formal nod, soldier style of course. Darah had a good reason to scold him. Well, actually two reasons.
Reason 1: Stop acting all army soldier like! It makes you look like an idiot…
Reason 2: What was that nod to Historian for? A sign of respect? Historian doesn’t deserve respect! And you’ll probably regret even thinking about paying him any respects later on when he chews your head off with his vocabulary limited to only insults.

From some sort of pocket near his shoulder, Soldier boy pulled out a short knife. All of Darah’s hair stood on end as she heard the sound of the metallic blade being unsheathed. Well, figuratively speaking, her hair stood on end. She wasn’t one of those cartoon characters whose hair literally stood up and their whole bodies turn white with fright. Not that Darah was afraid of the knife or anything, it was simply because her body reacts by itself towards any possible danger. Soldier boy walked over to the door of the class, once more without making a sound and gently placed the knife onto the floor. He then placed a pistol on the ground as well as a few of those little things which Darah knew from the wide world of television were filled with bullets. Perhaps these little containers were the things Historian had called canisters? Darah had absolutely no idea. Perhaps she could look it up in a dictionary after class or even ask Winters about it, although that would be unlikely considering how introverted Darah was. After placing the items which Darah named “bullet-containers-until-I-find-out-their-real-names” due to her lack of knowledge on weaponry, Winters placed his rifle on the wall, leaning against it. Darah presumed that the rifle was that M-something-8-I-forgot-the-name-thingamajiky which Historian had mentioned before.

At last, the part which Darah had been waiting for: the unmasking of the little soldier boy. For awhile now Darah had been wondering what lay behind the strange looking mask and now she was going to find out. Winters unlatched his mask and with the classic hissing sound which movies always showed, took it off and placed it on the rifle. Darah however wasn’t focused on the mask and where it went, her eyes were locked on Winters’ face as Soldier boy turned around to face the rest of his classmates. No horns. No scales. Not even a scar or eyepatch which pirates usually have. No, Winters was not a freak like Darah. Just another everyday boy. Plain. Ordinary. His eyes were just a little greenish and his hair was in a shade of grey. That was all. Nothing all too special about him. Darah turned her head back towards the front of the class where Historian made himself look like an idiot. How, you may ask? Just by being himself.

"Darah, thank you for removing the, distractions, from the room."

Historian’s stupid voice sounded again, sounding ever more stupid than before. Well, at least there was a slight improvement: he did not drag the sss sound when he said distractionS. But what did he mean by distractions? That old fart! How dare he even called dear Gekko a distraction. It wasn’t like anyone except Darah paid attention to him anyways. How she could just call Gekko in again and look Historian in the eye. She could, but then she would be kicked out of the Academy for turning a teacher into stone. So for now, Darah had to settle for holding in her anger and grudges for Historian and pay attention to his class. She could find plenty of time to mutilate the museum fossil the moment she catches him outside of Arcane Academy…

"Now, we, are here to help, you students, get your, magical abilitiesss, up to, par. So, that being said... What is Magic?"

At last, class has started. Unfortunately, Historian went back to his serpentine tongue again. What is Magic? Good question, Historian. You tell us.
Darah didn’t know the answer to that question. All this time she thought it was just some sort of power, twisted by humans to do their biddings. Was that all there was to magic? Just some sort of power. Who knows? Historian probably didn’t know either with that deteriorated brain of his. In any case, Darah would not bother to reply Historian’s question. Not just because she thought that talking to Historian could be considered as some sort of crime, but also because she just hated talking as she thought that speaking was a waste of breath. Perhaps she should try and get Lienn to teach her telepathy. That was she wouldn’t have to open her mouth and speak, she could just project her thoughts onto others. Anyways, Darah figured that no one was going to answer Historian’s question until the old faggot picked someone to answer it.

(Winters, I had a lot of trouble trying to find out what a beretta was ^^

[The Historian]

The Historian gazed at the 5 attending students. He sighed loudly, and walked around his desk. He stood there, his hands clasped in front of him, and he spoke:

What are you all, doing here? None, of you, know what, Magic, isss?

Well, then I will, have to, talk to the Head, Magician, about your, removal from our, Premissesss.