So You Want To Learn Cool Magic? Lesson 1

[The Helper]

OOC: Well, due to Lienn's retiring of the 'Double-Trouble' Duo, I have to make way for their exit. (Cough) Sorry, but this is probably the best way, considering who I'm using. Also, Xeryth... believe me, we need more posts like that, good job, good job. Point to you!

To Break Your Neck, Or Not To Break?

".. Why is it that you guys aren't participating, eh, Mr. Fairfax? How about you, Miss Fairfax? Hmm?" said Mr. Winklewood as he walked up to their seats, between them. Crouching to almost be at eye-level, he looked at the both, and sighed, his eyes closed with what appeared to be relief, as he breathed out. "It's just as well... you guys just started out here, in this intermediate school, and well, 'rather not get you two killed due to overextertion in my first class." .. Of course, this would've sounded a lot more serious and heartfelt sympathy, had Mr. Winklewood not been stroking Aisling's rear-end, in front of her brother. However, he did not let it stop there, even as he looked up to the rest of the class, and kept on stroking it, sometimes pinching it, a still very serious look on his face. He was going to get slapped, he knew it, but, he had a class to run, and he was horny. There had to be a compromise somewhere.

His eyes quickly glanced over to Onira, who had tried and failed, but, he gave an encourging smile, as his eyes switched to Junpei who was momentarily knocked out but suceeded, a lot of promise showing in this kid; to Phae who had revived Mr. Taltos. Ah, a hot and very useful to have around.. he gave her props for that. Tormaigh had actually suceeded, but looked far worse off. This was a spell he'd better never try again, until, at least, he was up to par, no offense intended, of course. There was always next time, but he'd better get better control of himself. Phoebe, also seemed to skip off on this class, besides Phae and the Fairfax twins, of whom, he noted, Aisling had a really soft butt. Nosebleed. Despite this, he kept on a professional look on his face, even as he continued to grope Aisling with one hand, and looking at his papers on another.


".. Right.. a moment, class, a moment.."

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Total Tally Thus Far.. (Not to be added to stats, until final grade is given [Which will be higher. Anyone who does a great job, past the max five points will possibly earn post credentials. That is no excuse to God-Mod still, however, which can and will work against you.].):

-Phoebe: 3/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast, Great Butt, First Spell)
-Phoebe: 2/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast, First Spell)

-Austin: 2/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast)

-Aisling: 3/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast, Soft Butt)
-Aisling: 2/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast)

-Onira: 3/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast, Superb Alchemy Demonstration)
Notes: Recommendation

-Phaedra: 4/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast, Hot Looking Twin, Excellant Display of Medical Technique)
-Phaedra: 3/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast, Excellant Display of Medical Technique)
Notes: Recommendation, Ask for phone number

-Tormaigh: 3/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast, Stoic Display of Spells 1 and 2)
Notes: Scold/Warn to never use the 2nd spell again until further training, Recommendation

-Xeryth: 3/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast, Incredible Demonstration of Psychic Abilities/Control)
Notes: Honorary Recommendation on Incredible Control on High-Level Forbidden Ability

-Junpei: 3/5 Points Achieved (Sexy Beast, Capacity to use Psychic Abilities)
Notes: Recommendation, 'See me after class' notice

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Writing up the finishing touches with one hand, and crossing out a few, he kept on groping, while looking around himself again. ".. Junpei, go take it easy for now." he said, pointing to the cabinet behind what used to be his second desk. "It'll help get you back on your feet." He then turned his attention to Torm, giving him a half-smile, but still keeping his tone encourging, going onto, "Tormaigh, although you impress me with your ability to even use that.. I must ask that you never use it again, until you have further mastered yourself. Good job though, not many people are able to pull that off with insufficient mastery over themselves without getting themselves killed." Then, as the trail of blood emenating from his nose went down further, as he began to quicken how fast his hand was groping Aisling, he looked onto the other one he had groped, smiling at her, his eyes closed with a sound of sympathy. "Phoebe.. I won't mark you down for not participating in this one, this was actually just to see how well the class would adjust to a spell of this level. I already mentioned this to the Fairfax twins. And as for your sister.." he said, looking at her suddenly, with a big smile on his face, "You earned a point for quick-acting display of healing your classmate. Well done, well done. You can take a rest from this next spell.. you look pooped. Besides, you don't need another healing spell, unless you really need it, considering your ability as it stands." And finally, he closed his eyes, and turned his head to Xeryth, unable to even look at this student, smiling broadly. "Xeryth, incredible, simply incredible. You have a superior mastery of psychic abilities, and controlling them.. truth be told, this spell was incredibly difficult, mostly recommended for 'mage-class' students. You've performed it superbly, well done, well done."

.. But there was one person left. Mr. Winklewood's head turned around, until his eyes opened up, locking onto Junpei. ".. Mr. Taltos.. you will see me after class." His voice sounded very serious... but it turned into a sudden, eager grin. Junpei.. this boy looked promising, very promising. Just maybe... But right now, he had a class to finish. Right now.. aye, aye. Xeryth did have a point, and, well, he simply didn't have enough mana candies to spread around, which were less effective, but had no pain at all in absorbing vessel's body. He'd prefer to use Mana Enahalers for more.. appropriate uses of emergency. ".. Alright, Xeryth, I hear you, good initiative. But.. before we make any final judgements on that, I'd like to know how many of you wish to take a break, and how many wish to proceed. We can continue this tommorow, but, I'll be expecting that you've researched, practiced and/or at least attempted the other spells for homework, or, we can go have a fourty-five minute lunch, and then resume. So, choices are, keep going, lunch, or homework." Expectantly, he looked around. This was nothing, and his students already needed a break; his other, more extreme colleagues were far more severe then him and would push them harder then he did. He wouldn't mind going on, and just dispensing the remaining Mana Enhalers and private stash of Mana Candies, as the others could continue to learn, but..

".. In the meantime, I'll prep for the next spell. As you know, our Headmaster, Rommel Maedalus, is among the most talented people in the world with his vast knowledge of various spells of types. 'Savior's Arm' is the spell I plan on teaching you, among the lowest in the branches in comparison with one of the Headmaster's feared abilities, the 'Arm of God'. Vote now!" he cried suddenly, as he revealed his right arm in front of the class, holding it up in front of them all, even as he still continued to touch Aisling in ways that a professional teacher shouldn't. There was a glowing, warming light that emenated from his hand then.. as to the abilities it had to offer.. well, he could assign them to study it the description for homework, or.. they could do it with or without a lunch, right now or later. Perhaps he should use it on Phae, heal her up a little bit, demonstrate on how it works, but.. his hand.. simply... could not leave... Aisling!

A drop of his noseblood finally fell down to the ground with a unheard 'plop'.

Edit: Thanks to Phae, thank you for helping me edit!

[Austin/Aisling]

At first Aisling froze. What the hell is this man doing? But despite the fact that his nose seemed to be bleeding (and he was strangely ignoring this), he continued to conduct the class as if nothing were going on. Austin's face turned birght red and he scowled, his hands turning to fists, and he began to shake.

Do something, Ais..!

Like what? He's a teacher!

All the more reason. If you don't I will!

A petite hand came up and conected with the perverted man's cheek with more force than thought possible of the slight girl, the sound resounding around the room. Aisling looked immediatly shocked, but Austin was already on his feet, grabbing his sister by the arm and puling her away from the man.

"Sign a waiver, dangerous spells, sounds more like a ruse for your perverted motives you SICK PIG!"

Austin looked like he was going to kill the man. Aisling looked like she was going to cry.

"You'll be sure to hear from the headmaster about this...Mark my words, Winklewood! No one touches my sister like that, especially not some sick demented man who abuses his authoritive power to..to.. Arrhh!"

Austin's rantings turned to wordless expressions as he grabbed his and Aisling's books with one arm, the other still clutching his sister, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door as loud as he could, the walls shaking in their wake.




((ooc: *sigh* ...and there marks the exit of the coolest two people in Arcane history . The more I think about it, the more I think that their absence will be temporary. I'm downsizing in my other rps, and once I climatize to college life and things aren't so hectic, I'll prolly bring 'em back, cuz they're rockin' lil dudes...))

[The Helper]

This Class Isn't Over... Unless You Want It To Be.

"... They'll be back." said Mr. Winklewood, as he rubbed his face a little from the suprisingly powerful slap. ".. Yes, they'll be back." His eyes twnkling, he winked at the classroom with his left eye, as he moved over to the backboard, and pulled out, yet another desk, for which they would never get an explanation as to 'how'. He did, however, look up at all of them, as the identical looking desk, with the identical looking set-up, computer, porno magazines, were all in the corresponding places of the predecessor, as it now stood over the remains of two properly destroyed desks. He sat comfortably on his chair, looking at them contented, his eyes only half-opened, and lazily so. "I'm safe with my job... why? Because, although I am a pervert, and I admit it.. no, wait. I'm not a pervert." as he sat up suddenly, and stared wide-eyed at them, in particular, Phoebe and Onira. "I'M A SUPER PERVERT... but because of the vast library of spells I know, and for the most part, mastered without killing myself, all of which are teachable, I won't be losing my job any time soon.. besides, I'm the easiest one out of the four new teachers.", he said with yet another wink. But the smile fell away from his face. No one was voting? Why was no one voting? DAMMIT! He didn't want a boring class...

Jumping over his desk, rolling forward in the air as he did, he ran up, in front of Tormaigh, eyes blazing. "OKAY, CLASS, VOTE, OR MR. TORMAIGH GETS IT!!", he screamed wildly, as he raised up his right arm, and then suddenly, suddenly, both arms began to glow.. "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!.."

"SAVIORS ARM!!!"

Both arms began to radiate a sickeningly powerful, but seemingly warming light, as suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes going wide, almost popping out, the veins growing larger... "ORRR-IIIII-YAAAAAAA....", came the battle cry again, as the right fist slammed into Tormaigh's face, not even hurtling him back. The punches became faster and faster, until it was a blinding light, until finally, arching back his right fist, he came into one final blow, making it connect with Tormaigh's forehead. Crouching next to Tormaigh, as the residue of light began to dissipitate, Mr. Winklewood smiled at the student. Not a scratch. If anything, he looked better. Slapping him on the shoulder, he joking laughed in a normal voice, "So... how do you feel?"

Madness.

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TODAY'S THIRD SPELL!

Savior's Arm: Level 1

Spell Details:
-Requires a concentration of 'holy' energy in one arm, or both arms. -Activating words are (with the magic in the arms), "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!"
-The term 'Christ' in particular, should really shoot more energy into your arms, to make it a glowing gold hue. Should emenate warmth.
-Using it on a friend consumes 3 energy pts. per punch. Restores 1 energy pts., and any lost endurance by 1 pts.
-Cannot be used to exceed stats.
-Can be used to destroy undead, or unholy things, by dealing not only the super-charged punch of your fist, but with an added effect of -6 energy, for the remainder of the round (a necromancer's worst nightmare).
-Requires much training to even get the arms glowing, not expected to be mastered during the class.

[Onira]

Onira listened, hearing everyone's atempts. He knew he shouldn't try anything like looking around at everything. It wouldn't help even if a piece of desk just happened to be flying at his head. He couldn't move much, if at all. He could sense already that he was completely drained. His core felt empty. The regular warm feeling in his chest had dissapeared. The feeling that always traveled to his palms whenever he performed alchemy. The Magical Flame as one may call it. It was blown out.

"This ain't good."

Onira looked at the floor, his sharp violet dulling a bit as he relaxed. The anger was beginning to fade from him. Beginning to dissipate and leave only the ever-arriving feeling of a drained soul. His arms collapsed under the fairly small weight and Onira's face and elbows smacked against the floors. He used the small amount of energy he had left to turn his head so that only his cheek smacked the floor. No broken nose today. He couldn't fix it this time. Not without his energy back.

"Crap..."

His eyes became even more dull as he sighed, his chest expanding for a moment and his back lifting itself higher only slightly. He was not in a great position. THat much was already obvious. It didn't seem anyone was very quick to bring him a mana inhaler or a candy, so it was all on his will if he wanted to continue the practices of the day. The choice was obvious.

"I really hope I've been training hard enough."

The young man spoke to himself as he begun to let out his physical reserves. He knew that every magic had a strong connection to the physical being. The lower or higher percentage of magical energy you had left, the more you tended to be able to do physically. One hundred percent meant you were feeling great, and five percent was completely and totally miserable. Not even conscious for some. However, every alchemist - or so Onira had been taught - made sure to keep that connection as little as possible, because one could only heal the physical body, not the magical one. So, sometimes they were forced to give out only physical energy, which, although much less reliable and much more restricted, could still hold it's own for a period of time. At least for a master. Onira was only a beginner with this, so his mind was doubtful on how it would work. But it was worth a shot.

He tensed his arms slowly as the two limbs begun to move, placing their rightful hands on the ground once again. They pushed against the floor, their body's two lower limbs (legs) tensing their own muscles up and beginning to add to the solution of standing.

Onira seemed to look like a small Godzilla as his body completed the task of erecting itself. However, their was still more work to be done, for an almost limp foot fell infront of Onira, the exhausted student making his way to the object. The mana inhaler. Shoe after heavy shoe continued towards it almost lazily, the blond-haired teen getting ever closer.

"Almost... there..."

He stomped the final foot against the floor, his body slowly lopping itself forward. His hand reached out to snag the item, unsure, but pretty much not caring, of what layed before him. What layed in his landing. All that existed was the inhaler. And he got it.

Onira felt a sharp pain hit his chest as he smacked against the floor, his eyes looking squarely at the object in his hand. He used all of the physical energy he had left and rolled the cylinder to his head, luckily stopping against his nose. He bit onto the hole and let his lungs open up, the burn instantly filling his throat. But his energy was returning. He sucked in again, the burn strengthening, but his power increasing. His eyes grew in intensity again as he sucked in for a final time, the burn becoming almost unbareable, but an instant jolt of revitalization feeling him. The hot feeling in his throat woudl eventually subside, but hopefully, the warmth of his magical energy would not.

The violet-eyed student released the cylinder from his jaw and pushed up hard against the ground, instantly coming to his feet. One could already tell just from his look that he felt better, even though the burn in his throat was still there. Sort of like a really bad frog in your throat. But not as tiring.

"Another spell! Awesome!"

Onira bent over and picked up the cylinder, giving it back to Torm, apparently the one he had snatched it from.

"Sorry about that, wasn't thinking."

He gave an apologetic grin, then walked (somewhat more swiftly, I might add) back to his desk, eyeing the teacher who was now preparing for the next spell. Savior's arm. Cool.

OOC: I know I god-modded a tiny bit with Torm, but I didn't really want to be stuck there at just the last stretch. Much apologies Torm. Of course, if you have a problem with it, then tell me.

[Xeryth Varson]

Moving on, moving on as usual. It seemed that Professor Winklewood was definitely an indomitable spirit, being able to quickly change gears, moving seemingly effortlessly from a very taxing psychic ability to a new one, a... healing punch, of all things. The spell in itself worried the daylights out of poor Xeryth the first time he saw it performed, but that could be explained later on. At the moment, Xeryth could only watch, quietly, as the rest of the class, especially those who tried to perform the Psychic Storm, sat winded and weary, able only to watch in a half-stupor as Winklewood, who Xeryth had already made a sound judgment on his sanity, or lack therof, instantly went to first censuring the set of twins that had walked in earlier, then showing an understanding for their lack of participation, and then...

Xeryth's eyebrows shot up madly as he realized fully what was going on. That man... he's stroking her... her... oh my.

Xeryth could hardly believe his eyes. The man just would not let up on the girl's hindquarters! Unlike most other students, who were getting angry, Xeryth could only look on in confusion. He would've laughed, even, at the rather amusing sight, if not for the fact that the waves of anger, of discontentment, of all-around negative impulses emanated off of the near-unanimous amount of fellow students deterred him just a bit.

Yet, to Xeryth, one who had grown up completely shut away from all things of that nature... it was rather amusing.

It wasn't too long, however, before the man was rebuked for his actions, a hard slap crossing his face from the offended girl. In a huff, the twins left, or, to be more specific, the girl ran off dragging her twin behind her. Again, with not even a wink of remorse, or a slight pause to comprehend the actions taken against him, Winklewood simply went on with his teaching, passing off the rather odd events as simply everyday occurence. To Xeryth, this could only mean one of two things: He either was a VERY good teacher, or such actions WERE simply an everyday occurence. This brought a quiet smile to his face, and he continued to sit quietly, observing the events as they happened.

The Savior's Arm was what happened next.

Leaping into the student, who Xeryth had identified as 'Tormaigh' through observation, and giving out a mightily strange battle cry, Professor Winklewood cried out a line from a movie Xeryth had read about in one of his American history books, and rained glowing fist after glowing fist down upon Torm's face. Xeryth's eyes went wide and he reached out to do something, but not only had he reacted too late, he noticed, oddly enough, that Torm seemed to be unaffected negatively by the punches. Quite contrarily, the older student was growing ever better!! Xeryth's wide-eyed stare began to defy human anatomical procedure as it seemed to grow even wider. This ultimate paradox used violent means to heal fellow man! Xeryth smiled brightly, it amused and entertained him greatly. Afterwards, Winklewood opened the door to let other students attempt the spell. Onira, of course, was first, and the sight of him brought Xeryth's happy mood down considerably.

The poor boy was absolutely exhausted, drained completely from the taxing efforts of Storm of the Mind. Yet, somehow, he found the will to keep going. There were more spells to try to learn, and Onira seemingly would not let his previous failure stop him at all. Forcing himself to move, Onira practically tossed himself onto a Mana Enhaler and used it to enhance himself. Popping up from the floor, it was regular Onira all over again, as usual. Xeryth smiled thankfully, he wanted to help the boy as he struggled earlier, but knew that Onira would have wanted it the way it was. Onira may have been goofy, but there was a serious side, and Xeryth felt his determination and will to succeed as he was mustering up the energy to move. Xeryth could have easily moved an inhaler telekinetically over to him to aid him, but that simply emotion, that will to succeed, stopped him in his tracks. Finally, the worry passed for the moment, Xeryth began to openly consider his own chances with the spell. Unfortunately, they were very slight.

Xeryth managed to pull of the first spell, but only just barely, and it had required a lot of personal concentration for something that supposedly required only a minimal amount of energy. To top it off, he hadn't even fully performed the spell the way it had been meant to, using his own psychic abilities to help just a bit. This time, the spell was obviously much more powerful, and required a concentration of magickal energy that Xeryth simply did not possess. The boy could manipulate things with his mind easily enough, that was his forte, but magick, magick was something completely different. To do such deeds with ease required a certain flow of energy that only some had. Xeryth, being a psychich, understood how to reach human potential just enough to be able to bypass his lack of high magickal energy through other means and catalysts, such as words of power and emotional manifestations of power, but this one, even with its words, looked to be beyond him.

Xeryth, however, would not be deterred so easily.

Walking up to Junpei, the one person who was now fully well, thanks to a resting and weak Phae, Xeryth asked a simple request of him. It wasn't something he'd have normally asked anyone, but he regarded Junpei one of his closer friends in the Academy, though they had grown apart a bit as of recent events. "Junpei..." he began, quietly as always. "Can I... can I hit you?" He grinned in his own meek version of mischievous. Junpei would understand what he meant, and agree fully. After all, should it not work, it wasn't like Xeryth could hurt him anyway.

Rearing back his fist, Xeryth concentrated as hard as he could. He tried to make the energy flow, he tried to 'open the magickal gates' and allow the Holy power to rise through his arm, but it simply would not come. He cleared his mind, he focused on 'pure' thoughts, and called out in a feeble, yet slightly loud tone:

"The power of Christ compels you!!!"

Upon the mention of Christianity's Savior, Xeryth felt a sudden surge of energy through his body, a cleansing feeling. With a rush, Xeryth hurtled his fist forward, throwing it as hard as he could into Junpei's chest. He was so excited, he didn't even bother to see if the feeling had traveled to and ignited on his arm.

The punch sailed into Junpei with a loud smack, likely taking him off guard and causing him to stumble back a bit.

"Aww..." Xeryth looked at his punching hand now held in front of his face, opening it and closing it slowly. It hadn't worked.. he hadn't mustered up the energy after all. Xeryth had an idea why, too.

"Placebo..." he said to himself, but within eashot of the teacher. "The Placebo Effect. When... when one thinks something is true, and believes it enough... in their mind, it becomes true. Heh... such... such is doubly powerful for a psychic. When... when I want something enough... it not only feels true in my mind... but will actually manifest itself to me, and me alone... like a self-illusion of sorts..."

Xeryth shrugged and sat back down next to Phoebe. It was a little disappointing, yes, but all in all, he felt a little more insightful because of it. He had tried, he had failed, and he had understand why. In many cases, this was just as good, if not better, than succeeding outright.

[Phoebe]

So much had happened and Phoebe could only just sit there in awe and watch as all the different scenes play out. It was all very much for this very shy and reserved girl to take in.

She watched as Junpei completed the spell and watched as Phae ran faster than she had ever seen her move to save him from falling on the floor. True love. Phae was dedicated that way. She saw as the girl used a spell she had never seen before. Blue light surrounding her sisters sword hand as it seemed to drain Phae but revive Junpei. She almost sighed. She knew Phae she would likely kill herself just to bring Junpei back to working magical status.

She watched as Xeryth completed the spell beautifully with his own flare. She beamed up at him as the purple eye opened on his forehead and the lightning came out. He was good and very talented. She was so proud of him. But she knew that she would never be able to complete the spell she was lucky she had gotten the metal hair spell going.

But horror struck her face as she saw the man groping that girl.. what was her name? Yes Aisling that was her name. Stroking her in the same way that he had done her. Her face grew bright red as she looked forward eminating anger and hatred for that man form her every motion. The girl slapped him and she couldn't help but smile. It was something she herself had been unable to do.

Again the lecture continued as Mr. Sicko began to explain the next spell. She had half a mind to up and leave. She did NOT care for this teacher in the least she knew she would never take another class given by him ever again. She watched in horror standing suddenly but she knew she really couldn't do anything she had no physical abilities at all. But it was soon over and the boy she expected to be bloody and bruised actually seemed to shine with health.

Again she watched Xeryth try asking Junpei if he could hit him. It seemed simple enough but she was pretty sure that it wasn't going to work for her. Again she was telekenetic, there was a distinct lack of magic. They had told her she had yet to unlock all her magic but she was hoping to do that soon so she could be better.

She watched as Xeryth punch take his seat forming a conclusion about the spell. Problem was who would she punch. Yeah.. Junpei. He deserved a punch a well aimed one at that. She stood up and looked at a still worn out Phae.

"Umm.. hey there brother in law." she said shyly a blush on her face as she looked up at the tall Junpei. "Could.. would you mind if I hit you?"

She would wait hoping he would be okay with it. When he would say yes or if he would say yes. She would rear back and punch him hard in the shoulder after screaming...

"THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!" she said loudly her arm coming alight with a glow as she punched him hard in the shoulder.

This was a large drain on her mana as she really didn't have much hence the whole power not awakening and the fact she was telekenetic. She looked up and grinned.

"Thanks brother." she whispered at Junpei with a smile and returned to Xeryth.

Phoebe is now rather tired after both spells it has drained more than half her mana.

[Junpei]

A lot of things happened, a LOT of things. First Phaedra caught him and minutes later he felt ten times better than he had, she of course was damn near out of it. He helped her up and then set her back in her chair before sitting back down himself. Then the teach told him to stay after class, oh joy. Then the teacher got what he deserved, then proclaimed himself to be a SUPER PERVERT, which only helped to fuel Junpei's going anger at the man. Finally Xeryth and Phoebe came over and both in turn punched him. Junpei of course just raised an eyebrow at the odd couple and shrugged as they both retreated back to their seats. This next spell was a breeze for the recently reformed Junpei Taltos, his healing angel would do just as well as some silly punch.

"OK, so all we have to do is heal the target. No sweat!"

Junpei turned and faced his desk, flipped out a knife, and physically carved a summoning circle into his desk. He then placed his hand down on the desk and concentrated. Using about a fourth of his energy he summoned up the angel he always used. He smiled as she seemed to materialize out of nowhere and her white wings unfurled to reveal her entire form.

Without saying a word she began to sing, filling the room with heavenly music, healing all in the room who could hear her voice, it would restore them to full. He as beaming by the time she left, in a flurry of white feathers, and Junpei turned to the teacher.

"Well now. No punching and I still got the job done, anything else?"

ooc: So sorry, been out of town and busy

[Phae]

Phaedra felt Junpei holding her up and taking her back to her seat. She was sat down and she was definatly out of it everything going on around her seemed to happen in a haze. The comforting arms of Junpei left and she was cold and tired. She couldn't really concentrate on anything at the moment.

She saw Xeryth get up just as her eyes slipped closed. So was too tired. The mana she had given Junpei took twice as much out of her body to give it to him. Her body relaxed and Phae leaned back into her seat and fell asleep. Her hands went limp and her body followed suit as she fell into a deep recuperative sleep.

[Onira]

Onira didn't move from his newly-found chair, looking around the room at everyone who used the new skill. Savior's arm. Some failed, but most got it. Phoebe got it done pretty easily it seemed. It looked like Xeryth had almost got it, but only landed with a straight fist against Junpei. Junpei himself didn't even try to use the skill. Instead he just showed off with his new angel to heal everybody. A nice enough gesture, but more accepted under different circumstances.

Onira begun to stare at his arm. Not at his tattoo this time. His actual arm was the medium for the spell. That word seemed to be a common theme in the day's lesson. The Metal Hair Attack. It used a medium as well: the hair. The Psychic Storm or whatever it was called. It used the forehead as it's medium. And now the Savior's Arm. Naturally, the arm or fist was the medium. It was beginning to become a fact in the day's lessons, as well as a fact in Onira's mind. It was becoming obvious in what way he was limited to alchemy. At least for the most part.

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An alchemist, as it seemed to Onira, had only two properties that kept him from use of most other magics. These were fairly easy-to-understand concepts, and all started at the beginning and the end.

At the beginning, it would seem magic was always separated into one of three categories. That of nature, that of light, and that of darkness. Earth, heaven, and hell, if one would prefer. Now, most of the magical arts could draw power from whatever one of these three essences he desired. Take from them what he needed, and then mix it in with his own energy. The difference between this and that of an alchemist, was that no choice was ever made for the user. He did not separate his energy into one of these three categories, he was limited only to nature. Could only ever manipulate what was around him. Which eventually comes to the end.

The end, in Onira's mind, was when magic was released. How it was released, where it was released, in every way it possibly could be, an alchemist was once again limited to only one answer. The transmutation circle, or solomn seal. An alchemist's only answer to perform anything.

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Onira ran everything through his mind, thinking over and over again that he couldn't use the savior's arm. It required energy he couldn't summon, and was released in a way he could not. Luck was not on his side. Hell, for once science wasn't even on his side. Never a good thing for an alchemist.

He stood up slowly, leaving the small bit of comfort his chair possessed to at least give this spell a shot. He had an idea on what to do. He pictured the three bridges. The three roads. One was made of wood. Very natural and covered with grass. A very common path. The next one over was dark. The road seemed to possess an eerie attraction of curiosity to it. However, there was one more road. The one Onira imagined himself walking. It was light. Welcoming, but more in an attractive beauty, not an attractive curiosity. He thought of reaching out to it, placing one foot on the path and saying the words.

"The power of Christ compels you..."

The words triggered a strange reaction in his mind. The bridge suddenly seemed to break. To snap in the middle. Like he wasn't quite being computed in. As well, his arm wasn't reacting at all to the words, and the situation was worsening. The once imagination of the bridge seemed to become more real, like Onira really was falling down. Really crashing to the Earth. And so he did. In a sense.

His right knee collided with the floor, hard. He looked at the ground, getting the message his mind and body had just got him with. Holy magic was not his. Nature wouldn't let him go with anything more than it's realm. At least not until he was stronger. Seemed yet another spell would have to wait.

The blond-haired male lifted his head up slowly and gave the teacher a grin, standing up and flopping himself in his seat once again.

"Looks like a failed another one!"

[Tormaigh MacRagallach]

Torm is still recovering from the shock of what just happened, but that seemed to be all there was left to recover from. The teacher had totally just attacked him. Wait, not attacked, pulverized. However, the pain from the previous spell was entirely gone! That psychic one was scary...I'm not trying that one for quite some time. I jacked up enough mana, but I don't have the "intelligence" to control it. This, however... Torm grins and cocks back a fist, and grins crazily. If I had any doubts in a higher power, you've just erased them, Professor. He glances back at his prepared fist, and then around the classroom at the other students' attempts at the spell. Thus far, no one had truly accomplished the spell. Well, that angel had come down, but the object of the lesson hadn't really been to demonstrate other skills, but to learn this new one.

Torm knew what he needed to do though. With this sort of spell, it's not enough to just concentrate. The power lies in belief; not in myself, but in the power of Christ. The answer lies in the exclamation: it's "The power of Christ compels you!" Not, "I compel you with the power of Christ!" And so, in his mind, Torm frantically rattles off every prayer he can think of and mentally pleads, not for power, but to be used as a channel for power. Someone else's power...

Torm opens his eyes and focuses in on the professor. "Nothing personal teach', just returning the favor," he mutters. Agnus dei, qui tolli pecca ta mundi... Torm's fist, still drawn back behind him, quivers with obvious effort, but begins to glow faintly. "The power of..." Et nomini patre... The glow brightens, until it is similar to that which the professor's hand had demonstrated. "THE POWER OF CHRIST..." Et Filie... His glowing fist rockets forwards, straight at the professor's face. Et spiritus sancte...amen. "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!!"
Torm bellows. As he shouts the word 'Christ,' his fist connects with the professor's face, but despite a slight breeze from the blow waving his hair a bit, there is no other immediately visible result. Torm staggers back, and the glow disappears from his arm. To Torm, a huge power that was not his own seemed to flow out of it. "Hallelujah!" he shouts; it seemed the appropriate thing to say.

[The Helper]

'Pervy'wood Strikes Again!

He'd been watching as Onira had crawled over to Torm's, stealing away a few puffs, slowly making his own movements, around the class, closer and closer to his last target. He would not be denied. With a subtleness, Xeryth mentioned something about... placebos. Winklewood smiled to himself, muttering to himself, but, drifting closer to Xeryth.. just within his own earshot, ".. 'Tis true, but if it works, it works. Although, true faith can often yield the best results..", leaving the promising young boy to think about that, as he circled in, weaving through the desks and chairs, passing by his target, watching the other students, Phoebe in particular, as she too went over to Junpei, having a much more successful attempt, in punching Junpei, then Xeryth did in just plain punching him. He almost wanted to proudly say, 'I grabbed her ass!'. Overall... he saw good progress, even in the failed attempts. He began to move towards Junpei, who suddenly carved into one of his desks, making Winklewood raise an eyebrow. What was he do- When Junpei slammed his hands on the ground, making a statement that was not really what the professor had in mind, but.. he was intrigued, so, he waited. What he saw flash before his eyes was a flash of light, and then, an angel appearing in his class... a beautiful angel. Nosebleed. Wiping it away, inching closer and closer to it, he made a lunge for its rear-end, right as it disappeared.. Dammit. His head landed on Junpei's desk, as he collapsed in a heap just below his desk. Scrambling up, a huge gash on his forehead, he looked at Junpei.

".. Mr. Taltos, the point of teaching you 'Savior's Hand' was to teach you how to heal someone, if you could NOT summon that angel of yours." His expression came from a hard serious look into a toned down smile. ".. However, that is quite an impressive feat. If you allow me a one night stand, I'll be sure to give you an A for the rest of the year.." He laughed at this suddenly.. ".. Kidding." .. But the glint in his eyes said otherwise, as if to say, '... I'm serious.' So too did the bulge in his pants say likewise. As well as the excessive nose bleed. And the saliva drooping from his mouth. And the fact that his hand was already down his pants, with suggestive movement. But anyways. Standing up straight, he held out his right fist, and screamed out, "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!", as he whirled his fist out and before, just nearly hitting Junpei, and slamming it onto his forehead, knocking himself back, into the empty desk behind him, his forehead healed, but now, his back... questionable. If there was any injuries, he did not show it. Standing up, brushing the dust off himself, and sticking right hand back down his pants, he seemingly glided on over to Phae, who seemed to be knocked out. Flicking his eyes back to Junpei, he tsked. "Tsk." Smiling, shaking his head, looked Junpei straight in the eye. "The point is not to heal everyone, but to learn the ability. For example.." as he looked at Phaedra Weiss now, with some malicious thoughts in mind.. "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!", as he held out his arms, both of them glowing, and he launched them both, in a blinding light at Phaedra Weiss...---

The light faded. Phaedra had been partially healed of her magicks, but, what was more interesting was the fact that Professor Winklewood's feet were lodged behind her chair, his right hand groping her breast, and his left hand having slid up, under her skirt, massaging the very highest points of her thigh. ".. And that is how you use 'Savior's Arm'.. therefore healing the desired target, or destroying the undead target. Now-" for which, he was interrupted, as a battle cry and a glowing fist slammed into his face, knocking back his head. At first, there was a very disgruntled look on his face, but then, it turned into a wide smile. "Tormaigh! Very good! An extra credit point to you! Very, VERY good..." as Torm had gone beyond and above Winklewood's highest expectations, and really created a 'Savior's Arm'. Winklewood smiled, his groping intensifying. "Good.. good... as for you Onira..." he said, as he turned around, over to Onira. "You'll get it, you'll get it. I have faith in your skills. Just train more."

Releasing his right hand for her for a moment, he looked around class, as he dug his teeth deep into his arm, and tore at it, letting some blood fall, no looks of pain on his face, but the stroking on Phae's thigh increasing, as if to show that really hurt. ".. Now then... for the next spell... anyone who is generally not particularly strong when taking blows from something... I'd suggest you skip this next ability. Onira, there's a 'fortify endurance' potion that you can use. It's in my desk, on the right side, next to the stack of porno video. Use it for this next spell, you've been missing out on too many as it is." Smiling, he held out his arm, focusing on it, saturating the magical energies into his blood, as it began to glow into a fiery red.

"..Blood Gauntlet!!!"

In a crimson flash, the blood rapidly crept out of his hands, forming over his right hand, flashing brilliantly, illuminating the whole class, in the bright rays of red, as it hardened into a piece of armor around his right arm. Shortly after, it returned to it's post on Phae's chest, and continued to grope her. However, Winklewood was sweating. "... It is... an ability that requires much minimal energy... but an ample source of your life. Easily regeneratable, but... taxing in itself. The benefits are just as good, allowing you to punch most things with impunity, and cracking them apart, defending yourself against mighty blows.. (just don't count on it to save your life from a bullet, it is made from your blood, after all.), and is great for increasing your grip on things. For example, my grip on Phaedra Weiss's breast is far much more stronger then my grip on her thigh, which is puny in comparison."

... Pervert.

TODAY'S FOURTH SPELL!

Blood Gauntlet: Level 1

Spell Details:
-Requires the user to have 10 endurance points.
-Uses up 5 endurance points, to create powerful blood shell.
-Uses up 1 energy point to saturate blood into gauntlet.
-Is the first piece, can be used for both arms, but requires the same amount. First piece of the 'Blood Armor' set.
-Is great for smashing most things, except for hard metals.
-Is great for defending one's self, except from bullet shots.
-Light and manueverable, it is, however, quite unwieldly to those with only 15 strenght points.

Items:
-Endurance Fortification Potion: +5 Endurance Points per use for five posts.

[Junpei]

Junpei damn near flipped the second his teacher's hands found their way onto a SLEEPING Phaedra. To anyone who cared to look, Junpei's right hand was now bleeding as he dug his fingernails, which were cut back, into his hand and drew blood. His arm also shook and Junpei himself looked like he was about to kill winklewood on the spot. Oh and he would to, it his teacher didn't let go in a second or less.

Then he did something truly incredible, he used a blood spell and restarted his actions, and Junpei had to smirk, oh but this was no ordinary smirk, this was one that had a hint of evil behind it, and anyone watching would see it. Oh yes he could imagine what Phoebe was doing right now, but he didn't care about her. No what he cared about was that the teacher had given him and excellent took with which to remove him from his Fiance'.

"Blood Gauntlet."

The blood in his hand moved around and wrapped around only his hand and wrist, leaving most of his forearm free to move and keep speed up. It was a bit hefty and Junpei did feel the draw on his body, but he had bled like this for years. He was a blood summoner before, a summoner who used his own blood to summon. Now however he was back to drawn circles and his bonded form.

"Hey Teach you said this thing had better gripping power right? So what happens if I punch someone?"

Junpei's right arm pulled back and in what seemed to be slow motion to him he threw the punch foreword and connected right with the side of Winklewood's head. He felt the blood gauntlet grip in and his punch carried straight threw to FORCE the man off of the love of his life. Oh yes, the fire in his eyes was not something to be taken lightly, and Winklewood would probably go flying after the punch, that or definitely be forced off the girl.

Immediately after Junpei took a look of disgust before a look of innocence and surprise crossed his face. He could play this off quite nicely, mainly because this teacher was stupid enough and idiotic enough to believe it.

"Oh i am sorry Teach, I guess i don't know my own strength..."

But when he ended he turned away from the teacher and was kneeling by Phaedra, his eyes checked over her, good no major damage. He made sure she was still fully clothed, who knew what that pervert might do to her with that damned gauntlet. She checked out, and if not he was already muttering a minor fix it spell. Yes in his past few weeks he had taken to learning household spells. One's that would fix, clean, organize, all those fun spells that basically did nothing in the real world but helped out immensely in the home life.

Now though Phaedra was awake and Junpei was staring back into her eyes, trying to get some bearing of how she was doing. He knew Winklewood would be fine, somehow that pervert always would be no matter happened to him. The fire in his eyes was gone, now replaced by concern and fear.

"Are you alright Phaedra? He didn't hurt you did he?"

[Phae]

Phaedra woke suddenly after something had healed her a bit and she had regained some mana. After waking she was grogging for a moment seeming to be a bit unaware of her surroundings. First her body became more alive and she felt two things. One pressure on her breast and one stroking her thigh UNDER her skirt. She froze. Those weren't Junpei's hands. She swallowed and looked up and paled.

Oh my God. Somebody help me. She couldn't move as she sat there tears welling in her eyes as she closed her eyes. Trying to keep from crying yet her hands balling into tight fists her nails digging into her palms hard enough that blood began to run down.

Winklewood or Mr. Dead Man When I Get My Blade took his hand away from her chest and she almost sighed. But soon it was back and covered in a blood armor which made her wince and swirm under his touch.

Suddenly she heard his voice, Junpei's voice .. her savior. She could tell he was more than mad. He was beyond pissed. That tone. He had never used it against her but she had heard him use it in the hospital and she would never forget it. It had a distinct Harlow tone to it he said. Soon Junpei punched the teacher and she didn't know if he fell or if he had just let go because of the punch. But suddenly she was free and with a snide comment to the teacher he was there for her.

She let her eyes shift down to him her hands still clenched in tight fists her eyes almost distant as the gleam of hate and the fire of anger stood behind her blue depths something Junpei had never seen. The blood from her fingernails digging into her palms began to drip down to the floor as she stood nodding to Junpei. Phaedra walked to the back of the class and in thirty seconds had her sword strapped back around her waist.

Turning on her heal her face a mask of anger tears running down her face silently as she made her way quickly back to where Winklewood would still be getting over Junpei's hit she drew her blade in one fell sweep. She stepped up to Winklewood looking at him in the eyes as the tip of her blade found his most treasured area right between his legs. She poked him slightly as she stared at him for a moment. The blood from her hand now on her sword hilt but she didn't care. She would clean it later. It ran down the blade spiraling down the silver metal.

The blade began to glow red and if Phae wasn't so pissed she would have been shocked as this had never happened before as the blade absorbed her blade and her anger.

"Touch me.. or my sister ever again and I will cut off your most.." *poke* "precious" *poke* "organ and never think twice."

Each poke took the point of her blade into his 'treasured area' just enough to get her point across not enough to hurt him. She turned and resheathed her blade as she walked up to him and kneed him right in the crotch. Turning to her right she stepped past him only now breaking into tears as she grabbed her spiral and walked past Junpei and left the classroom. She needed a shower.. for a day.. hot water.. maybe she could still be cleansed. She felt so..dirty.

[Onira]

Onira put on a look of surprise mixed with a bit of dissapointment. Directed mostly at the teacher, but a bit at Phae and Junpei, too. He could only think as they attacked him that they were forgetting he was a teacher. Probably for a reason, one would think. Something in Onira's head said the two were in deep crap if the teacher decided to do something. Probably not Phae so much as Junpei. It seemed quite obvious that Super Perv didn't have as much of a problem with hurting Junpei as he would Phae. But in the end, it was all really just speculation. One would just have to wait for Pervywood's reaction.

In the meantime, Onira found his way to Mr.Wood's desk, and begun to look around, in, and ontop of his desk. 'Porno Videos' wasn't quite a descriptive term when it came to Winklewood's desk. However, after a moment's scurrage on the right side, the potion was eventually found, and Onira popped the top off. He couldn't help but look at the somewhat intimidating potion for a second. Maybe it was the color. Somewhere between red and brown, but much more deep than either color. Then again, the texture of it didn't seem too nice. It was like a gel. Almost like jello that hadn't quite set yet. But then again, the teacher wouldn't give him anything incredibly poisonous. That was a reassuring thought. However, it had to be done, and naturally, two words found themself out of Onira's lips before he chugged the potion.

"Bottoms up."

He tipped the odd gel back against his mouth and it quickly started to drain, the warm feeling of life beginning to flow through Onira's body with every gulp of the potion. Soon though, the potion had been emptied, and Onira placed the bottle back where he found it, popping the lid on so that any small excess wouldn't tip out if by any chance it fell over. Plus it was just polite.

He quickly found himself standing next to his desk and widening his stance only slightly, seeing from the previous two spells that a good stance could be the difference of a broken nose and a bump on the knee. However, Onira was slightly more confident in this spell than the others. At least this one was in his area.

The student placed his arm against his teeth, biting in to the flesh as blood began to run down his arm. He then turned it over to look at the tattoo on his palm, and automatically it lit up. A small bit of Onira's modification to the spell. He could have used some of the blood to make a solomn seal on his arm, but the tattoo seemed worth it. Even if it was quite a bit faded.

The blood around Onira's arm began to twist and turn, enveloping his limb, but showing an obvious bit of too much energy being given. The blood was hardening around the exit area of the liquid and expanding around, but the still liquid bit of it was crawling now to Onira's shoulder, continuing it's path to crawl around and stop after getting all of Onira's arm as well of almost half his torso. He could already feel the weight of it pulling him to the Earth, yet he still had at least enough strength to keep himself standing.

He grinned a bit, knowing already that he had used way too much of his endurance as well as energy. Suspected was about double that was needed, averaging him out at only two endurance left. But it didn't stop him from giving a thumbs up with the spare arm.

"Whoops!"

[Xeryth Varson]

(Junpei, you should be reminded that even if this is a classroom thread, the rules of RP should be abided. No autohitting.)

Once more, it became blatantly obvious to Xeryth that someone would have to step in and play 'damage control' on this obviously rather chaotic class. Beforehand, though, Winklewood had approached him privately, speaking to him more on the 'placebo' effect he had considered.

If it works, it works? But it hadn't worked... or did it?

Xeryth's eyes shot wide open at the realization Professor Winklewood had given him. Suddenly, it all made sense. Suddenly, Xeryth knew he wouldn't be completely and totally inept when it came to magickal spells that laid far from the realm of Psychic ability. It had all become clear. The Placebo Effect Xeryth had theorized and explained away his supposed success, was not so much a Placebo as... a means of casting in itself?

When someone wants for something to be true hard enough, it will be true in their own minds. A psychic.... a psychic's entire basis is that he or she can project their will into being, isn't it? So... if one were to truly believe that they were succeeding in their casting of a certain spell, leaving no room for doubt... the spell would be cast, or rather, a facsimile of said spell... thank you Winklewood, thank you so much.

Xeryth leaned back, a content smile on his face as he awaited the next spell to be taught. Winklewood went right ahead with the teaching, explaining the powers and prerequisites of the so-called "Blood Gauntlet" spell. His smile fell slightly, he knew he hadn't the physical constitution to pull this spell off. Winklewood had, however, led Onira to a potion of sorts that, supposedly, would help to fortify him and give him the physical endurance he needed to release the power of said spell. All of this, however, was happening while Winklewood was groping, yes, groping, Phaedra Weiss, the girl who was like a sister to Xeryth, and WAS a sister to Xeryth's girlfriend. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing this to be false, willing it to be just a joke. He wished with all his might that when he opened his eyes again, the Professor would just be standing there as usual.

Of course, when he opened his eyes again, nothing had changed.

Junpei, naturally, was livid. Xeryth could not only feel the boy's anger, hate, and all-around rage literally seething from his good friend's mind, he also caught something else, a vague whisper in the edges of his mind that brought his eyes open wider.

I want him dead...

"No..." Xeryth whispered to himself as Junpei suddenly spoke in a dark, menacing tone, crafting the Blood Gauntlet around his own arm. He spoke his direct intentions aloud before going through with them, which were probably the words that saved Professor Winklewood a great deal of pain. Closing his eyes, Xeryth flew into Mind's Eye View faster than he ever had before, and directing all his focus on Junpei's arm, quickly let loose a small, unassuming, completely invisible Psychic Burst. Unbeknownst to Junpei, the burst would catch him on the forearm, pushing his fist off target to sail harmlessly by the back of the Professor's head. Junpei wouldn't know what had happened unless he really and truly thought long and hard about it, but in his state, Xeryth doubted he would stop and try to rationalize why his attack had missed.

Though he had stopped the punch from landing, however, did not mean Xeryth was anywhere near approving of the teacher's action. He merely preferred a simpler form of negotiation.

"Enough."

Xeryth's mind-voice, crisp, clear, slightly more commanding, and completely lacking stutter or stammer flooded into Winklewood's mind. The man would be able to recognize it as the boy's easily, however. Pressing forth his mental speech, Xeryth, more or less, commanded the Professor away from Phae.

"You would do best to release your hands from her. I may have helped you that time, but I cannot promise another. Step away, for your own sake."

During this entire time, Xeryth simply sat at his desk with his eyes closed, looking about as unassuming as anyone else present. The only people who would realize exactly what had just gone on were Winklewood himself, and any other true Psychics in the room who would be able to see the burst and feel the mental emanations from the boy as he worked the psionic ether about the room. His eyes reopened and he was right back into the class as if nothing unusual had happened.

Onira tried, and finally succeeded, if only a little too well. He was proud of himself, and Xeryth didn't need to feel the happiness and pride from the boy to know it, it showed in his grin and his thumb's up. Xeryth smiled broadly, Onira was one of the first people he had met here at Arcane, and while their completely conflicting personalities had been a problem at first, Xeryth had come to find the student's forwardness and tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve refreshing. All in all, he was glad that the boy had performed the spell.

But now it was his turn.

Taking a deep breath, Xeryth cleared his throat and addressed Onira. "Onira... you don't mind if.... if I take a bit of that potion?" Onira began to speak, but Xeryth shook his head. "No, don't worry..." he winked, and the potion began to levitate, floating over from Onira's desk to Xeryth's. Once it was close enough, Xeryth reached out with his own hand and took the flask, eyeing it for a moment with scrutiny.

Well, if Onira took it and hasn't died yet...

Tipping it back, Xeryth drank/ate a little bit of the potion himself, and felt his physical endurance become stronger. Now, he knew he had the required physical status for the spell. All that mattered now was his own ability to believe.

True faith can often yield the best results. Winklewood's words may have intended something else, but the message Xeryth needed had gotten through crystal clear.

Closing his eyes, Xeryth didn't go about it like he normally did most psychic spells, following the two step pattern of "Envision, then project." He raised his arm up, entering mindview and 'staring' at his arm through closed eyes, and simply believed. Xeryth imagined that his hand had formed the blood gauntlet as well, he imagined that he was feeding some of his endurance into his arm, he imagined the energy saturating his arm. He imagined it all, focusing intently. Doubt plagued the corners of his mind, the normal human reactions of "Give up", "It's impossible," "You're stupid," and others. Shaking them from his mind, Xeryth ridded his thoughts of anything but belief.

Xeryth, in a word, found faith. In himself.

"Blood gauntlet," he whispered, and a change broke forth from the boy's left hand. Blood seemed to bubble forth from his arm and begin to first congeal, then go beyond congealment, hardening even more and more. There was a bright flash, blinding had Xeryth not been with eyes closed, yet causing him to squint regardless, breaking through his mind-view with its searing light. Finally, the light faded, and he opened his eyes, to see the dark crimson armored fist before him where his usually much smaller arm normally resided. His eyebrows raised for a moment, as a small smile crossed his face. He didn't doubt in the least that this gauntlet wasn't anywhere near as powerful as a regularly formed one from any other true mage, but it didn't matter to him. He had done it in his own way.

And he couldn't stop smiling.


Xeryth has realized The Placebo Effect!
-All spells that can be learned by other students can now be learned by Xeryth, though in a much more weakened, 'reasonable facsimile' form!