Nyirko looked at him, tears filling stormy eyes. She managed a very, very weak smile while taking a few steps away from him, the opposite of what she really wanted to do. The electricity arched from the space she left back to her. She grimaced and new tears started to spill. "Please just go away, Sayren." She liked saying his real name but she didn't get to give it much thought just then. She didn't want to hurt him. She could feel the power inside her, the same feeling she always had before her small amount of control let go. It was getting so close. She had to get away from him. But if she knew if she moved, it would start without any more warning.
"Please. My parents died because of their powers. Mine only hurts. Just go. Please. I cant..I don't want to hurt you!" She was shaking now with the effort of trying to keep it in. She closed her eyes. Her grey hair stood on end and shook with the electric power running through it.

Staring at the young woman for a few moments, Sayren finally turned away. Just before he left, he suddenly became stubborn, and ice shifted over him. "I'm sorry," he muttered, and then boldly stepped toward her. Grasping Nyirko's arm, he grit his teeth and prepared for any blast of energy that might assault him. As his frigid touch clamped down on her wrist, Ren let his maroon eyes move to her face. "You aren't going to hurt me."
Frost coated the spot where he touched, and Sayren stubbornly stepped so close that he brushed against the girl. Water would channel the electricity, though he might be able to block it out entirely. "You want me to leave. I'm not going to leave you out here alone."

"NO!" Nyirko tried to push him away as she lost all control of the raw energy. She shivered, not just from the icy touch of Ren but also because of the feeling that went through her. Her eyes continued to cry even though there were no longer tears. The electricity dried it all away.
At first, it seemed to barely let go of her but when it found the other person, he rushed forward. Sparks were visible but that wasn't the power. It was an unseen foe. It wound itself around Ren's hand then up his arm. It started to find every bit of metal that he wore and conducted itself through that, and found his ice to be amazing food to go through as well; all giving Sayren a run for his cold money.
Nyirko looked in his maroon eyes. Her voice was a rasp but she managed to get out, "Let go. Please, let go. It'll kill you. The shock...the spark is too much for human body." Then her eyes were drawn to some of the metal that the power found. Her eyes widen and she became ashen. "Oh no. Please, no." She started to struggle to get out of his grip. She began screaming louder then she even knew she could. "LET GO!!! THE METAL! IT...PLEASE!!! THE METAL!!! IT CONDUCTS THROUGH METAL!!! METAL! STOP! PLEASE! THE METAL!" Even as she screamed and struggled, she didn't really register what she was saying. She was trying so hard to pull it back; to make it stop, even though she knew it was hopeless.

He felt the electricity as it wound it's way up his arm, and the youth grimaced when he felt it flow through him. The sheer strength of the energy that hit him left Sayren breathless. Being suddenly pounded by the shock made him suck in a quick breath, and the youth's body seemed frozen. Trembling with the amount of power that flowed through him, he couldn't help but marvel at the element that Nyirko controlled. Incredible. His moment of awe ended when the panicked voice of the girl broke through his astonished thoughts.
The burn that followed swiftly seemed to build, and try as he might, Ren's hand was locked on Nyirko's arm. Grimacing, he reached up to finger the metal chain that he wore about his neck. Sayren broke away from her with a visable burst of electricity and ice, and the force of the blow flung him a few feet away. As soon as he hit the ground, Sayren reached up to touch the back of his head. His hand came away bloody, and he looked back to Nyirko with a frown. You hold so much inside of you.

((Boom. *grimace* Sayren's a stubborn . . . butt. If you wanted less/more to happen, just say it did. :sweat: She's a powerful one, to be sure.))

(No worries. That was perfect ^^ I didn't want to overdo it too much...)

Nyirko was flung back by the force of power letting go. Even though she managed to stay standing she feel to her knees and slumped to the ground. Somehow, it was gone. The power that wanted out seemed to be under control again. She was shaking badly though, still scared. She lifted her head from the soft ground to look at Ren. He was looking at her and she looked away instantly. She made him bleed. He was bleeding.
Her voice shook badly but she managed to be coherent. "Ra, Ren. Ar, are you okay? I'm so sorry." Still not looking at him, she crawled a little closer to him, still not trusting to get too close though. Her hair on her body was standing up and sparks crackled in her hair but that was all that was left to hint at what happened. She stopped and layed on her side, almost curled into a ball as she waited for him to say something; ready for him to want to finally be rid of her.

"Fine," Sayren whispered, watching as the girl curled up. There were many moments of silence before he moved a bit closer, unsure if he should or not. "It wasn't your fault." Avoiding touching her, out of the expectation of being shocked again, Ren frowned a bit. He could feel the warm blood dripping down the back of his neck, bleeding into the collar of his t-shirt. He didn't blame Nyirko - he wouldn't blame her.
The frost that had previously enshrouded him was gone, he let it all fade away. For once, he could very well have been a normal teen. "Is that what happened?" he asked, unable to speak over a whisper. He reached up to touch his head again, flinching a bit as he did so. Is that how they died? "Is that how you lost them?"

Nyirko looked at him, grey eyes dull. She couldn't understand why he was still asking her, why he was even still there, after what had happened. She looked away and shook her head, the best she could for being in a ball on the ground. "I didn't do it. I'm not a killer, not like that. They..." She choked back a sob. This was the first time she had ever talked about it. Usually she freaked out like she did earlier and was alone. Nobody ever stayed. "My parents were scientists. In particular with the magic of elements. My mother was a metal-user, my father had the electricty. An...an experiment went wrong when I was about one. They both died. I got my power from my father but it conducts best through metal, thanks to my mother." Tears were falling again. "Stupid magic. I wish it never existed. Then I might have been a normal kid." She curled up tighter. "I didn't know about what happened or my power until I was about six and I hurt a friend. Ex-friend. Then my foster-parents told me about it and everything and I ran away. Damnit, why am I telling you this?"
Nyirko tucked her head into her arms and tried to stop crying. "I'm so pathetic." She hated being weak, hated being like this. Stupid magic.

Matt grinned not having locked the classroom door yet. Giving ever so slight a bow to the attractive etiquette teacher, and what felt normal to him after being in the military. "Please come in, you can see the fine artwork directly." He led her into the room and flipped the lights back on so the colors would show properly. "This is the rack of the paintings from the last class; " Moving to point at several paintings that he liked that showed creativity, or an eye for painting. "And these ones are by several students who I believe could very well make 'prospective artist' title. " The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and he turned to the window as the trees around the lake sparkled with the same light as the night before.

"That is a lot of electricity." He stated bluntly glaring at the nearly clear sky. "And I bet it is the same student that was keeping me up last night!" He swung towards the door with a purposeful strut. If Mr. Onis had his sleep interrupted he could be very irritable.

((Uh oh. Trouble from Mr. Onis. :lol:))

Slowly reaching out to touch Nyriko's head, hesitantly at first, the youth let his cold hand rest over her. Sayren wasn't quite sure what to say . . . he wasn't one who was good with words. "We're all pathetic," he whispered, looking down at her tears with sad eyes. Stroking the hair out of her face so it wouldn't get wet, the male sighed. Instead of speaking further, he merely sat with Nyirko, offering his presence as comfort. I'm so sorry.

(BUWAHAHAHA!!! That's exciting ^^)

Melesha was admiring the artwork and indeed, some of them would become very good with some guidance and practice. That was when Matt mentioned the electricity. She moved away from the window instantly, seeing what had looked like lightning. She looked at Matt as he stocked towards the door. "WAIT!" Her hands flew to her mouth. She hadn't meant to say it. Her cheeks actually went red with embarassment. She looked down, trying to hide it. Nobody knew she was afraid of anything, let alone thunder and lightning.
She looked back up, under control and smiled slightly. "Sorry. I mean wait for me. I'll come with you." She clasped her hands behind her back to keep them out of sight for they were shaking. She followed him out, not believing she was doing this. The lightning seemed to have stopped though, so that was a plus at least.

Nyirko couldn't believe it. Not only did he not leave but he was touching her again. She lifted her head, eyes rounded wide. Without really thinking about it, one of her hands reached up and held Ren's to her cheek. She closed her eyes and actually relaxed a little, not thinking that maybe if she did her power would go out of control again. Thankfully, at that moment, it decided to stay quiet.
His cold hand felt comforting, not like a warm one would have. She wondered briefly why that was. That was when she realized what she was doing. Her eyes popped back open and sat up, dropping his hand. "Sa, Sor, Sorry." She stammered. Then she just looked at the ground, at a loss for what to do or what to say; or even what to feel.

Sayren smiled crookedly, offering a low chuckle. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, and withdrew his hand slowly. It wasn't long before he found it messing with a few locks of her hair again. "I will say one thing about that whole thing: I've never felt that much power in my life." Just thinking of the energy that flowed through him made the youth take a breath in awe. "You're amazing, Nyirko."
He then looked back down at her, maroon eyes filling with laughter as he saw her blush. "And I'm sure you'll master your powers sooner or later. You can't be afraid of them forever." Frost began to form about his features once again, resuming its usual place on his cheekbones and the tips of his hair.

((:XD SO sorry for the general shortness once again. :())

Nyirko jerked her head away from his hand, a stubborn look on her face. "I'm not afraid of anything!" She grimaced at the lie anyway, though she wanted to believe it. And usually she did. She sighs and stares at the ground. She was mostly calm now, only a few sparks dancing around her skin from the leftover powers. Her voice was quiet again. "Thank you, though. I think. I wouldn't say I'm amazing. Just hard-headed I guess." She looks up at him, head cocked to the side a little. "Ya know, you don't look bad without your frost always around you. I'd even go so far as to say you might actually make some real friends if you left off the ice touch, Frosty." She smiles a little to show she's trying to tease him.
She was still a little shaken up but she was trying to be alright. But she couldn't keep the image of him engulfed by lightning from her mind. It scared her so bad. She didn't want to hurt him. Which was funny because that's all she had wanted to do when they first met. Not kill him, obviously but hurt him. She always wanted to hurt people. She frowns. Yet here he was. Sitting with, helping her actually. Not really caring about what he said or did, she flung her arms around his neck and hugged him. She was never very affectionate but when she was little, hugs were something she always wanted and looked forward to. She buried her face in his shoulder, not wanting him to see her blushing again...or see the tears. I HATE BEING SUCH A GIRL! She screamed that in her head but she didn't let go anyway.

(Ack, heaven forbid, I did another long one! :XD)

Matt in the back of his mind admired melesha's constant eloquence, and etiquette, but outwardly he was fuming that someone was up to no good again, and that it was more than likely the same student from the night before. His mind was rather stuck on the fact and he paced slightly as she caught up to him. "They'll be down by the lake somewhere." He muttered, taking a direct path to the exit of the building. Forgetting that he had left the door unlocked. As an afterthought he thanked her for joining him. " Kaito sent me inside before I could catch the troublemaker last night. I have a good feeling about being able to catch them now."

He led the way across the lawns and down towards the lake at a brisk pace. And froze.

Nyirko and that boy from her drawing that had interrupted his class were sitting on a rocky ledge like ground by the lake. His eyes narrowed. His arms crossed and he strode up to them, leaned down and whispered in a very cool voice, "No relationships or late night adventures allowed in this school."

Nyirko instantly let go of Ren and turned to face her art instructor. Her face was till read, mostly from the crying of course. She glared at him. "Excuse me? Just because we were hugging does not mean that we are in a relationship. What a stupid idea. Are you going out with everyone you hug?" Nyirko was shaken, exhausted both physically and emotionally. She was not in a mood to deal with people like this. Actually, she wasn't in a good mood period anymore. Frustration and heartache were starting to take their toll. "We're friends." She gulped down that last word, not believing that she could actually say that. "And unless you actually have proof, Mr. Onis, please leave me alone." She didn't say this in a rude manner, for all that she wanted to. But it was more of a pleading.

Matt nodded, "And if you don't do anymore mid-night stunts of electricity I will let the relationship part go." He ignored her defensive statements, besides, even if they weren't dating yet...they clearly had crushes on each other. Straitening up once more and standing in an 'at attention position' he continued. "Now Melesha is right behind me and ..." He paused and turned around staring blankly at the trees. "Did I really walk that fast?" He mumured looking at the trees.

Than turning back he stared at them. "What was I saying?"

Melesha chuckled and walked out from behind a tree. "No, Matt, you did not walk that fast. I just hid. One teacher is bad enough, I'm sure." She smiles briefly then looks at the other. "And I agree with he said. No more night strolls, Nyirko. Or we'll have a...lovey chat the night day. Clear?" She stood next to Onis, standing properly as well, back straight and everything.

Ren started when Nyriko hugged him, and slowly brought up one arm to return her embrace. He tried to ignore her blush, as well as his own. As soon as it started to fade, he heard Mr. Onis' voice. It was then that his face burned darkly, and for once the frost was melted right off of his features.
The instructor started to lecture them, and Sayren narrowed his maroon eyes in irritation. "Friends," he muttered in agreement, pulling himself away from Nyirko. When Melesha showed up as well, the frost just dropped from his form, and he swallowed loudly.

Nyirko nodded silently to Melesha. She most likely wouldn't obey but she pretended to be properly punished. She looked at Mr. Onis, her courage seemingly to come back to her. "There was no stunt at night from me, Mr. Onis. I don't play around with my magic." Now her mood was starting to turn ugly. If she didn't leave soon, her anti-authority attitude would come in full force. "So, if you'll excuse us, we had some homework that the two of us were going to do together. As friends." She added in the last words for the teachers benefits. Truth was, she didn't want to leave Ren yet. It was funny but his presence was keeping her sane right then. Plus she wanted to harass him for losing his frostiness all of a sudden again.

Matt tapped his fingers mentally, sure that it had been the same lightning as the night before. Finally with a sigh he moved to ease and relaxed with a sigh. "Very well, sounds reasonable enough, and I look forward to seeing you in class again anyways. That painting was lovely and clearly personified the subject perfectly. " He smiled brightly as if it was an innocent statement and turned around with a wave over his shoulder. "Have a good study session."

The moment his head was turned though he mouthed "I left my door unlocked!" and his eyes widened. At which point he tried to show in his walk that he didn't feel like an idiot and walked calmly into the tree lines where he took off at a run out of sight. If anything the students loved him because he was also slighlty... scatter brained, than again, most art teachers tended to be eccentric and the fun kind of teacher that chatted with their students as if they were teenagers themselves.

Nyirko reddened at the comment about her painting. But she tried to act like she ignored him. She looked at Ren. "Well, that was annoying. Sorry. Honestly, I don't think he got that I was referring to the stunt part of the sentence." She grins. "I never play with my magic." Her grin faded and she looked away from him, hoping he hadn't noticed the blush. "Anyway, I think I'd like to go to my room, unless you actually want to study. I cant stand a lot of my classes, so I'll have to eventually."

Melesha turned and followed Matt as they headed back to the school, matching his stride.. She smiled when she heard his mumble. "Do you not like to leave things unlocked then? I don't either but you seem...to be a little paranoid about it." She wasn't trying to tease him or anything, she's not the type; but she was curious anyway.

Confusion filled Sayren's maroon eyes as Matt spoke of the painting, and he glanced to Nyirko in curiousity. Of course, it was then that the instructors chose to leave them alone.
"I think sleeping is a good idea," Sayren muttered, turning his gaze out to the water once again. His pale features still showed his blush, and the youth shuffled his bare feet in embarrassment. "Maybe we can-" cutting himself off, Ren started to stumble over his words once again. "I-I mean, if you don't mind, maybe studying is a good idea. Later. Like, tomorrow. Sometime."
Inwardly groaning and fighting the urge to just head back to the dorms, Sayren took a deep breath, forching (for once) his mask of cold to return. "What I mean is . . ." he paused again, and started to slowly step in the direction of the school as he spoke. "I mean . . . do you want to study after class tomorrow?" It would do him good, for sure. Besides, they had a few of the same classes. Working with someone else couldn't possibly be as terrible as working alone.

(sorry that i havent posted peoples, could someone tell me whats going on?)

(Well, lets see....we finished our classes for the first day...ren and nyriko have something going and the teachers matt and melesha gave them a lecture of sorts....other than that, not a whole lot? If I missed something, I'm sure one of the others will let you know ^_^)

Nyirko nodded and starting walking with Ren, her steps just as slow. "I would like that. I'm not much with the school thing, so studying with someone else sounds like a good idea." She looked at him and grinned, forgetting about how she almost hurt him only minutes before. "Do you always stutter like this or do I just have that affect on you?" She hoped it was obvious she was just teasing him. If he flew off the handle though, I don't think I'd mind. Granted, fighting in my condition right now would be bad, she thought. Then her grin and good mood went away as she remembered what just happened, what could have happened. "Then again, maybe it's a bad idea. I don't make friends for a reason. I dont actually like hurting people. Unless they start it of course. So maybe you should just stay away from me."

"I n-never have this problem. Honest." It's just you. The male's maroon eyes filled with sheepish embarrassment, and the frost spread over him faster than ever. Of course it was then that the girl started on about staying away from her.
"Whip-lash much?" Sayren wrinkled his nose, bumping against Nyirko hard enough to make her stumble. "I'll see you after classes tomorrow. By the back door." Slapping the girl's arm in a friendly manner, the youth started forward ahead of her. He was going to head for bed, and he wasn't going to think about what had happened a moment more.
Every time one of his bare feet hit the ground, a trail of ice and frost was left behind, slowly melting away as the night wore on. Ren reached the building a good minute before Nyirko did, and meandered his way through the halls until he reached the boy's side of the dorms. He cast a final glance to the girl's side before shaking his head and shoving his hands into his pockets. Good night.
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Jaz pulled on her high socks, wiggling her toes to get them warm. As everyone started to settle down for the evening, the metal-elementalist merely headed down to the cafeteria for a carton of milk. She was thirsty - and it was worth drinking. Passing by one of the boys, an ice-elementalist, she wrinkled her nose and snorted. He looked so dazed - he had probably just kissed someone or something of that like.
Stepping into the kitchen area, Jaz let her silver eyes trail over everything before getting to the fridge. "A bit to drink."

Nyirko was about to reply to the whiplash comment when Ren bumped her. She just growled at him and then smiled when he hit her arm. She let him walk away from her, taking the time to recuperate before she got to the dorms. It was definately a good thing. Without really meaning to, she watched him until he was out of sight, matching her footsteps to the frosty trail he left behind. She just smiles and walks into the girls side of the dorm.
She got to her room and locked the door behind her. She was about to start changing her clothes when she remembered that her window curtains were still up. She walked to the glass and looked out, across the small courtyard and into Ren's dorm room. She grinned, now liking the fact that he was that close. That and she was grinning because that eraser was somehow still attached to his window. The grin faded to a small smile. It was nice having someone she could talk to but it was scary at the same time. She never really trusted others. Her thoughts started to run as she continued to stare at his window.