The Challenge of Helping (Damien, Closed)

[Onira]

At the moment, Onira found himself watching what seemed to be the outburst of two students after an argument yet unbenounced to him. They were, at the moment, mixing magic and physical striking in a close-range conference, okay it was basically a brawl with sparkly bits. There was quite the crowd gathering, which striked Onira as a little odd, considering the fight was fairly lame in comparison to most other fights Onira had seen, atleast in the training grounds.

Taking his role as a student teacher, Onira stepped foreward into the fray. Hi actions, obviously, not speaking so loud, and neither were his words, as he let out what was rival to a whimper.

"Um... excuse me, but..."

He quickly got angry stares from not only the combatants, but also the students around him, as apparently no one wanted the fight to conclude. Onira hung his head and sighed, speaking softly to himself, but obviously appearing in defeat.

"What am I gonna do...?"

[Damien Kross]

"Hehehehe, a wonderful display of the student-teacher's power." I said from afar, shuffling a deck of cards in my hands. I walked closer, still shuffling, my eyes surveying the scene. The eyes of the onlookers shifted to me, most likely because of the mask I wore. Half white, half black, the faces of comedy and tragety fused into one. It was the sign that I was the assistant to Mr. Halsephea. "So, I see we have some ruffians..."

*Upon hearing that, a few people stepped back, knowing what I could do with that simple deck of cards. Channeling some of my energy, I threw the deck out, but as the cards extended in a straight line, they connected as if they were a whip, and wrapped around one of the ruffians. With a whipping arm motion, the kid was thrown into the lockers. Pulling the weapon back, I whipped it again, the card whip wrapping around the second kid's head. With a downward pull, the kid's face was pulled into the ground below him. I pulled the card whip back, made them disconnect, and I calmly began shuffling again as the two kids were dealing with their own pains.*

[Onira]

Onira was quick to hear someone who apparently had quite a reputation, good or bad, with the students. This was pretty easy to see by the way the crowd dispersed with his presence, forcing Onira to comprehend doing so as well. Him keeping his ground was sign enough that he didn't plan to, however, he was curious as to what the stranger intended. Especially with that weird mask on. Unlike many, it seemed, he was uninformed on what exactly Paint-Face (Onira's nickname for Damien) could do. He was soon to see.

Face soon used his deck of cards to force one combatant into the lockers, and the other into the floor. Onira was surprised for a moment. Face seemed quite the power, but Onira was quick to cut out of his short surprise. He quickly ran to the student who had been forced to the ground. He flipped him over to take a look at the damage. It seemed the only serious damage was a broken nose, something that could be fixed quit easily at the medical wing, or whatever it was called.

One would soon inspect the other student, and he seemed to have the same damage. Onira sighed.

"Alright, well, these two should be able to take care of themselves, just someone make sure they get to the medical wing."

Onira couldn't help but feel a little weird about what he had done. It wasn't exactly... well it just didn't feel right.

Onira would soon turn his attention to paint-face, obviously not the most impressed. Sure he had taken control of the situation, but one felt it didn't really need that kind of role.

"Was that really necessary?"

[Damien Kross]

"Hehehehe." I laughed, my low laugh resounding. "Yes, I believe it was. Mr. Halsephea is much against school violence, and has encouraged me to put a stop to it on school grounds. My deck of cards and I are merely doing our jobs."

*Then, a realization hit me.*

"Gasp! Where are my manners!" I said quickly, removing my mask, revealing what girls would call a 'handsome' face. My long red hair was tied in a ponytail, the tip of it hanging just above my waist. I gave a low, deep, sweeping bow. "Damien Kross, The Jester, at your service."