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Zin-Kylan awoke from her slumber with a yawn. She lay in her bed, just staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes. Yawning again, she rolled over and sat up. She slowly walked over to her small storage space- a plastic cube which she kept her belongings in- and pulled out a pale blue dress. It was her favorite article of clothing, with its semi-transparent blue sleeves- they were made of a sort of fish netting material. The rest of it was a soft blue silk. She pulled on this article of clothing, took her scepter, and walked out of the room, deciding she would fancy a walk.

Eliwood walked around the place he was now calling home. He hadn't fully explored the place yet as there were too many people around and they made him nervous. He eventually found a secluded garden with a lonely bench so he sat down and thought. He thought about his new room. He thought about his new teachers, but he tried not to think about the dream. The same dream he had been having for a week. And everytime he had it, it seemed more real. Eventually he put it out of his head and went back to his room. He needed to take his mind off of the dream so he picked up his staff and started walking down towards the practise room. A little bit of practise with his staff always took his mind off of things. As he was walking down to the practise room he saw a girl come out of her room carrying an ice scepter. She was wearing a pale blue dress that reminded him of the sky on a clear day. Not wanting to meet anyone, he took a left and decided to take the long weay down to the practise room. After what seemed like an hour of walking through winding corridors he eventually reached the door of the practise room door. As he entered he saw another girl with a fire whip. As he entered he saw her gracefully pick up a pen with the whip and get a good hold on it. She pulled it in to her and took the pen out of the whip. Eliwood was in awe at this girls grace with her whip. He shut the door behind him and said, "I'm sorry to have bothered you. I'll just go into that corner" and walked over to a corner in the right hand side of the room. First he took his jacket off and placed it on the ground before him. He then took his staff in his hands and placed it on the ground like you would place a pole into a ground. He lifted the staff up and gave a sharp blow to the ground before him and suddenly the ground around where the staff had been hit began to get soaked by water. After the ground was quite wet, Eliwood lifted his staff up and pointed it down towards the water. At that point, what looked like bolts of electricity erupted from the orb at the top of the staff and shot down towards the water. Eliwood placed his staff in the corner and sat down and watched as the sparks danced about the water. He found them soothing, watching the multi-coloured spark dance on top of the water like a ballerina dancing on a stage.

The ascending sun loomed within the dying shades of the morning sky, coating the terrain below with its warming, spiriting-absolving glow. Kenji drew a deep, steady breath, grateful of the air’s crisp, moistened nature. A glossing perspiration slithered atop clammy skin, result of Kenji’s rapid movements, evidence of his practice’s approaching end. A leg lashed forward before launching a volley of kicks, its end bound by an encompassing structure holding six sides; each with possession of a sixty-pound metallic bar, each safely tucked within corresponding containers firmly fastened to the body. It soon came to plummet toward the dew-painted grass, the subtle tremor dispersing the night-gathered droplets of water. A pant escaped him as he began to reclaim lost breath. As he did, he turned toward the school, noting he should likely return. There was no point to pushing himself any further.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you. I'll just go into that corner."

Saruri turned. A curly-haired boy walked to the corner. He wouldn't bother Saruri with what he was doing even if he wanted to. Saruri gave a simple nod and turned back to her own practise, raising her whip again, but then lowered her arm. The boy was playing around with his staff. That couldn't hurt her. But maybe she shouldn't bother him with super-loud cracks every few seconds.

It was one of those rare occasions when she actually considered other people.

She focused on another way of practising. She focused on someplace on the white wall, and made the smallest flick possible while using strength. It hardly made any sound. She could just see the tiny mark she had made. She focused on it again and flicked. Again. Again. Again.

The mark's colour deepened with every flick. She didn't frequently miss. The thing was, she didn't want to miss at all. Her eyes roamed to the boy at the corner. He was watching a small spot where what seemed like electricity was dancing around water. So strange to Saruri. But she did not venture for any explanations. He could do what he wanted. She turned back to her own practising.

Chessa sat, tense, on the sun-warmed patch of moss in the center of the garden, her legs crisscrossed and her feet bare.

It was all a nightmare. She thought, her eyes shut so tightly that it hurt. She tried to relax, to breathe slowly and steadily again, but concentrating so much on it made it even more difficult.

It was all a nightmare. She thought again. The words echoed through her head like the single, melancholy call of a wolf in a canyon-- loud and unbroken. The word nightmare was loudest. She tried to blank the whole thing out, but flashbacks from this so-called nightmare continued to flood her mind and overpower the attempts to relax and lose all of the negative thoughts.

It was awfully difficult to believe it was a only a nightmare. Chessa felt foolish, telling herself that it couldn't have happened. After all, it could have. It was so terribly realistic... And the whole thing seemed almost familiar. And hadn't she seen those same mountians somewhere before? Hadn't she heard that same lonely wind, whistling softly through the trees and brushing gently against her cheek, somewhere before?

She frowned, trying to focus on remembering things. The first time it had happened, she was sure it was a nightmare of some sort... Wasn't it? She had woken up in her own bed, in the same clothes she had fallen asleep in the night before. But this time things had been different. She struggled to remember the last thing that happened in the "nightmare." Something had hit her in the back, hard. She'd stumbled, fallen... Or had she? She frowned again, her eyes still shut tightly. She couldn't remember falling. The rest of it was just blank. And the way she'd woken up that morning... That was so terribly odd and ridiculous, and she didn't even know what to think of it.

A sparrow called from somewhere up in one of the nearby trees, piercing the morning that had previously been completely silent and startling Chessa. She opened her eyes, momentarily blinded with the glowing dawn. She blinked and tried to focus. Sighing, she decided to give up. More birds had begun to chirp, and two squirrels chased each other across the lawn of the garden. It would be too distracting to keep going. Chessa pouted a little. What had happened to her relaxing, peaceful morning time?

Eliwood watched the electricity dance for about 30 seconds but then the dream came back. Even the bright colours of the sparks couldn't keep his mind from wandering. He felt like he would be stuck with that dream in his mind for eternity but then he saw the girl. She was flicking the wall with her whip. Eliwood was staring, fascinated at the wall and the way she was hitting the same spot over and over. I wonder if she would let me train with her? he thought. No, she would call you an amature and laugh at you. But what if you could impress her? Eliwood had an idea to impress the girl so he went over to his jacket and took a small device called a breather and oput it into his trouser pocket. A breather allowed someone to breath underwater by extracting the air particles out from between the water.

So Eliwood got up and went over to the corner across from his and typed something into the control panel. The floor he was standing on slid back to reveal a pool, about 2x2 meters and 3 metres deep. He walked back to his own corner and grabbed his staff. On his way walking back he kept staring at the girl and it almost landed him in the pool. He stood at the edge of the pool and dipped his staff just into the water. He focused on the pool. He focused on the water. He focused on the swirling. He focused on his staff. Slowly, the pool turned into a whirl pool. Not a very fast one, but a whirlpool all the same. He opened his eyes and saw the whirl pool which he created. He then closed his eyes and once again focused on the pool. But instead of focusing on water, he focused on electricity. He focused on the bolting of the electricity and he focused on the storm. He kept the staff inside the water for about 3 minutes until he heard a crackeling of electricity. He opened his eyes and saw the swirling of the pool, acompanied by the electricity bolting between the sides of the whirlpool. He placed his staff down and took his shirt off. Eliwood was feeling a bit excited as he placed the breather into his mouth. He dived into the pool with no splash and went straight to the bottom.

Raiu still asleep rolls out of his bed and lands on the floor with a hard bang. "Ow!" Raiu said awakening and starts rubbing the back of his head. "Hmm it's morning already? Oh well I guess I should get started." Raiu stands up and opens his closet and pick out his clothes. He puts on a black muscle shirt and a pair of black jeans. He then puts on his black trench coat and attaches his black scabbered to his coat. "Hmm I think I will do something new with my hair today." Raiu looks around and finds a piece of string. He then puts his shimmering silver hair into a pony-tail and walks out the door.

Zin-Kylan watched as a boy passed her, going in the direction of the practice room. She followed, deciding she would rather train than just walk around and let her thoughts wonder. She walked much slower than the boy, however, as she was lost in thought over random things. When she finally reached the practice room, she saw two people already there. One was the boy she had seen earlier, the other was a girl practicing with a fire whip. She watched as the boy created his fancy whirlpool, he was sending electric shocks into it.

Showoff, Zin-Kylan thought to herself. She turned to the girl, the one with the fire whip.

Impressive, Zin-Kylan muttered. She hadn't meant to say it out loud, and she was certain the girl had heard her mutter. Zin-Kylan quickly went to the opposite corner, hurrying away from the others. Once there, she found the control panel for that area ((assuming there is one- I'll just follow Ixistant's lead here. )) so she could give herself a small area of water to practice with. Once the small water pool had formed, she gently tapped her scepter to it. It froze instantly. Zin-Kylan smiled to herself, enjoying the icy air that had covered her.

Raiu walks into the practice room. There are too many people here. Raiu turns around and heads outside. Once out side he enters the near by woods and begins his training. First he draws his katana and swings it at a tree. The katana did not reach the tree but it sent a blade of air cutting the tree in half. The tree falls and Raiu catches it. He then throws the tree into the air. Raiu then jumps after it and wile in the air he starts chopping it into pieces. When the tree falls it splits into many circular discs. Raiu picks up a disc and throws it into the air and then slashes his katana sending a blade of air slicing the wood in half. He then repeats with all the other pieces of wood.

Every once in a while Nerevar saw a student passing by. Judging by the direction they were going, they were all going to the practice room. He got more and more bored with each student passing by, none of them stayed long enough for him to make a funny joke or play a prank on them. He decided to head back to his dorm. At least he would be able to try and add an element to his sword.

When he finally got there he pulled out his falchion like sword (it was much longer) from it's sheath on the dresser. He layed it on his knees and pressed his hands to the cold metal. Then he started murmering and slowly he started adding pure element into the sword. As the sword was reverberating with the cold wind, he decided that a little electricity wouldnt hurt, so he reached into his memory, trying to remeber how to make pure element electricity, but as he was doing this, he lost concentration on the wind element, and the elemantizing failed.

His heavy breaths soon came to yield, his gaze still idling upon the magnificent, dawn-bathed building before him. He allowed a final moment to pass while a furling breeze swept him over, chilled his sweat-specked skin. Such an exempting feeling could not help but bring to surface, ironic seemingly, a multitude of thoughts and worries, fortunately companied by a lightsomeness. A memory of a past confrontation emerged. The figure who immersed him within a horrendous illusion, the figure with the strange Katsugan. An anger laced with a shrill terror overtook Kenji’s glistening face as he recalled feelings of his own death, remembered being frightened to the point of defeat.

His eyes narrowed as he turned his sightless gaze away from the school and started to make his way toward it. Amidst his way came sight of a girl, a bothersome worry about her earth-bound being. His pace slackened, slowed in response despite such matters being none of his concern, irrelevant. He revived his pace only to come to a halt soon after. Following what sounded to be a reluctant sigh, he approached, hands tucked within safe pockets.

“Sorry to protrude, but are you okay?” Kenji inquired, his once dominating apathy somewhat softened. He felt ridiculous. Sense when did he begin to care for others’ well-being? Nevertheless, he remained, ear anxious for Chessa’s reply.

Elily was taking a morning stroll out in Area 4. It was a lovely Saturday morning, and every student always looked forward to the weekends, it meant two days without lessons! The students were free to do as they wish. As she walked she planned out what she was going to do for the day. Training is a definite must, couldn't afford to get rusty, could she? She often trained with one of her friends, training alone got tedious after a while.

[Here's a bit of info to enable better understanding of the school.

Stretching for 20 kilometers in length and width on a square piece of land located in the heart of Erre Sidia, the elemental school is an enormous place indeed. The school is divided into four sections.

Area 1 is arguably the largest section of all, having seven large three story buildings which house the classrooms and labs of all sorts. The library, canteen, staff room, and office are also located here. In short, the students do their learning here as this is considered the ‘Main School Section’.

Area 2 is also known as the ‘Battle dome Section.’ Battles of any sort, from practice battles to formal battles to competitions to tournaments to friendly matches, can only be held there. There are 16 domes altogether, a remarkable number, considering how big a single dome was. The first 8 domes are built specially for a particular element respectively. The remaining 8 domes were known as ‘General Battle Domes’; School competitions and tournaments, or official and formal battles were held here.

Area 3 consists of the dormitories, seven buildings altogether; three buildings for each gender, and one building for the teachers. Besides housing the student’s rooms, Area 3 also has a cafeteria, tuck-shop, study hall and a games-room for the students’ convenience.

Area 4 is sort of a ‘Recreational Section’ for students and teachers alike. There is a large garden, complete with a lake and fountain, offering peace and tranquility upon visited during the weekends or the evenings. There is also a gym and a track field for the sporty ones. Area 4 is where the school temple and shrines are located. The school temple worships Zerra as its major goddess. The six minor Gods and Goddesses worshipped in the temple are: Goddess of Determination, God of Strength, Goddess of Hope, God of Labour and Hard Work, Goddess of Eternity and God of Courage. The school understands that other students may be worshipping other gods and goddesses, so a few shrines had been built to accommodate their requests. However, should any of the shrines still doesn’t fulfill one’s religious needs, students are welcome to build shrines of their own, as long as the shrine is constructed within the temple grounds.

The school ia a big place. It would take ages to get from one place to another. The architects had foreseen this, thus decided to install the monorail system. Tracks were installed, to enable smooth and quick access from one area to another. There are four trains altogether. Getting to another area in a matter of a few minutes by a mere push of a button was made possible with the train system. The school, as a further step, had even programmed the train to transport students to popular places in certain areas, such as the temple grounds in Area 4, the staff room in Area 1, and the study hall in Area 3.]

Amia, woke up with a start.

Stupid roomate, blasting on music in the morning.... why can't she pratice outside?

Amia could never fall asleep after she awoke in the morning. She cursed herself for being so attentive. It had always been that way, even as a child, even as an infant in her mother's arms. She inherited that trait from her father, who taught her all she knew about the glaive and its power.

So sleepy, can't I just get some more sleep?she begged herself. Then it hit her, as she was thinking about her dad. Quickly she took out her glaive. She swung it high and fast, creating a complex of moves from high strikes and swings to jabs and slices.

"Jouki-sai no jutsu", she muttered, and sent a barrage of stars at the door, which barely moisturised it. She continued this heavy pace of throwing stars for another few seconds, dropped the glaive, and fell into her bed, going into complete darkness.

It was her achilles heel, one that was never occuring in her family, until her. After conjuring heavy magic, she would fall into a temporary slumber. The docter said it was because Amia drew her magic differently than anyone else. The chemical that helped her concentrate on magic casting also secreted another chemical, one that would make her feel sleepy, and would help quickly restore her energy. After all, she had very little to work with in the first place.

Ah, another few hours of sleep!

[Raiu, I would really appreciate it if you role-played in past tense. =) ]

[And once again, a brief reminder. I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear enough. Souragions are fighters. Miwenians are healers. Sterians are magic users. Plonians have the freedom to be either fighters, magic users or whatever they wish as long as it's not a healer, because as stated in the first post, Miwenians keep the art of healing to themselves. So please keep in mind about your character's race and make sure his/her personality and traits are according to what you have chosen.]

Irked at his failure nerevar walked out of his dorm with his sword strapped to his back, he had decided a little practice wouldn't hurt and may help him concentrate easier. He took monorail to the building that had the practice room, because his dorm was on the opposite side most others were, in the small time he spent here, he had never seen anyone else in the part of the dorms. Once he got there he saw many others also practicing, all of them with elemental weapons. That just got Nerevar even angrier. He decided to take his anger out on a practice dummy behind him.

By the time he was done with it, you could only guess it might have been a sack of some sort of flour. By this time Nev's (that will be his nickname if anyone doesn't want to try and spell his full name) fit was over and he was calm again ready to try elemantizing again, but when he looked up, everyone was staring dumbfounded at him. "What?" he said confused.