The walk over towards the dorms was one of uneventfulness. Though he was pretty warn out, so he took the walk pretty slow and he was feeling a little better as he started to enter the building.

Gabriel took a long drag on his cigarette, inhaling the tobacco deeply and letting it drift out of his mouth. He stretched on the bench he was sitting on by the fountain. He had finished with his classes for the day, and was just enjoying the nice weather they were having.

Suddenly, two girls made their way out from the locker rooms and were walking in his direction. He recognized one as a girl who could manipulate water, he had also heard she had a nice voice. The other he did not really recognize. As they approached he gave them a small wave. "Nice day we're having today."

Ken also walked by Gabriel, and said, "Smoking is going to kill you," without even slowing.

"Oooh, I'm so sorry for surprising you there," Chrysalis stated, affecting an apologetic face, but it seemed like Kiros wasn't really paying attention. More, rather, he was goggling at the door. Inside, she wondered if that kind of reaction was due to his gift. Could it be...?
Her mind went through a quick series of deduction of possible answers, and narrowed down to a simple explanation: His gift would probably have to do with something about not being harmed. So if her gift neutralized his, he could be harmed.
Then again, she could be wrong.
"Um, hi. I'm Chrysalis Nithshawl, Chrys for short. I'm kinda new here so I was wondering if I could get directions to my bunker. I seemed to have... destroyed my escort," she held out the scorched bit of crane as explanation.

Thank god, it's started to slow down. Why is it that they come out of the woodwork when *I'm* working?

The library had quieted down now, with only a few unbothersome people coming and going. Jonnas had settled down with a book that he had ordered in, at the SGI's expense. It was a scientific journal on the source of psionic powers. This was something he was interested in, since nothing seemed to match the description of the thing that had given him his powers.

One of the most widely regarded theories on the nature of Psi is that every sentient, and even some nonsentient, species is capable of some degree of Psi potential. The problem, it would seem, is that this power is locked away, deep inside the mind. Jon turned the page.

There are many different ways to 'unlock' this power. One of the most common is the use of magic, particularly by Divination specialists. Many divination spells seem to access a certain part of the caster's brain, which in turn produces the desired effect. Precognition, clairvoyance, and telepathy are all within the bounds of divination magic, so it would seem that the use of magic is one source. The opposite page had a photo of a famous divinator, accompanied by some EEG results that were apparently taken during his use of divination magics. Next page...

He damn near dropped the book from shock. A gruesome photo of a man with his eyes and mouth sewn shut, his head shaven, and multiple scars on his scalp was on the next page. Another photo showed that his fingers were also sewn together, into a kind of flipper. The description claimed that it was a subject of the infamous Zelgadian experiments, one of the reasons behind the recent war between them and Alternia. It would also seem that less ethical means are capable of producing the same effects, without the reliance on magic. While a divinator's powers would be taken away from an anti-magic field or a counterspell, the nation of Zelgad sought a method to produce a Psi without those weaknesses. The man on the opposite page is one of the few living successes of those ghastly experimentations. In addition to the modifications made in his brain - modifications that took many trials to produce a living patient - his eyes and mouth were closed, so as to promote the usage of his telepathy. Also, his hands were maimed, to encourage more fine and dextrous use of telekinetic powers. These experiments were one of the many horrors that Zelgad had perpetuated on its citizens, and surgery and experimentation of this sort has been outlawed in most civilized countries.

With a slightly nauesating feeling, he turned the page, which had more words and less gore. However, non-invasive science has also sought an answer to the existence of Psi. Scientists have used various scanning mechanisms to isolate parts of the brain that seem responsible for Psi, and recent advances in implants, carried out in mice and other test animals, has shown that in the future, all that could be needed to read someone's mind is a simple hat.

"An implant... yeah, that sounds kinda like my situation." He realized that he had spoken aloud, but thankfully no one was around to hear him talk to himself. But still, this book is talking about electrodes and computers and stuff. That's a pretty far cry from a rock that liquefied itself, and situated itself inside my brain. No one's been able to get a good read on it. Scanning machines just show it as a unidentified nonorganic substance. Scrying hasn't been much better, either... Jon's mind continued to turn over what little he knew about his powers.

Jess waited for Ken to pass, and waved gently at Gabriel in responce while Yuna led her outside. Kerensky was out near the fountain. There was a decent crowd and even a few teachers were out there. Out of all of them, Kerensky was the only one who has attended Jess's personal practice every single time. Jess heard from another teacher during lunch last week that Kerensky hasn't even called in sick or taken a day off since Jess started singing near the fountain. If Kerensky strained herself just to hear Jess sing every day, then Jess would feel horrible not to give her the best song she could muster. Jess discussed the song she would sing with Yuna, and they began.

Jess's voice started swimming effortlessly through the wind, joined in sweet harmony by Yuna's ocarina. The crowd was talking amongst themselves before, but were now deathly silent as Jess continued.

Kiros took the little ex-paper crane and looked it over, noticing that it used to be one of those stupid magical slips of paper. Emphasis on the 'used to be'. At this point it was nothing more than a pile of crane-shaped carbon.

"Well, that's not good," he said as he stepped out into the hallway with her and closed the door to his room behind him. "I can show you around, but unless you know what room you're in, I can't bring you there... I could still show you a few other interesting places, though," Kiros offered, dropping the singed ex-paper-crane.

Gabriel shrugged at Ken's statement and lit up another one as he listened to Jess's singing accompanied by the other girl's ocarina. He closed his eyes as he took the melodious sound in along with the fresh air. It was a good day to be alive.

Chrysalis pondered for a second.
"Well, before I... killed the escort, I recall it going in the vague direction of there," She turned and pointed to the opposite side of where they were, "but I had a look over there, and I couldn't see any dorm room or something. Maybe it was about to turn or something. You've been here for a long time, haven't you?" She didn't pause for Kiros to answer, instead, eagerly saying "I'll take you up on your offer to show me around. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."

OOC: am I supposed to ignore the previous bit about Kiros getting hit by the door?

OOC: Yeshers.

Kiros looked down the hallway she had been pointing and shrugged. "Only thing down there is the stairwells leading to the next couple of floors. Finding your room is going to be a chore. We should probably go back to the office building and explain what happened to them."

A grin slid across his face, "But that can wait until after I show you around the campus." He glanced down at his watch and noticed that it was almost time for Jareth to start his class. Another half hour to an hour. "If you want, you can even sit in on one of my favorite classes. I need to talk to the teacher today, anyway."