School for Gifted Individuals - Chapter 2

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

"Oooh, nasty. Hope that doesn't get infected," came the slightly amused voice in front of Jonnas. The elf looked up to see a moderately high human standing there, a bemused look twinkling in warm brown eyes.
"Hi there," Chrysalis attempted as brightly as she could in order to hide the nervousness in her voice. She stretched out a hand to shake, "my name's Chrysalis. I'm looking for the Advanced Science: Biology 12. I heard that this library has almost any book I'll need."
"Shouldn't we be going to find your sleeping quarters, young lady?" a moderately high voice squeaked from several inches below the table. Further observance revealled Master Jal, a former student and teacher from the School of Gifted Individuals. A relatively ancient-looking gnome, Jal was tapping one pointed shoe impatiently on the ground. "I did not come all the way back to this godforsaken school just to end up waiting endless decades for a book that might never be in here, big as it is!" he huffed.
He was not in a good mood. Jal, used to having total access to his magical gift, for once could not sneak into another person's mind unless he exerted extra energy. He was high strung, and likewise wanted to get back to travelling, as he seemed to despise hanging around one place for too long. Then again, he was paid very well as a highly trained psychiatrist, so had every reason to be anxious to leave and be on his relatively high salary again. Chrysalis, however, must be 'delivered' into the School's care.

Chrysalis' outstretched hand did not waver, though her smile was a little more acidic, and directed towards her teacher.

[Zweihander]

Jonnas wasn't paying full attention to Ken, instead choosing to grip his finger and curse in English, Elven, and a couple other languages. After finishing his tirade, he turned to Ken, with his finger in his mouth. "Ah, yeth, Ken. I hope yah no deh Dewey dethimahl sythtem. In deh back thould be ah box ofth bookth, labelled 'thickered.' Take dem and the boxth labelled 'returred' an put dem out. Juth put dem in deh righta thection, it would ba ah big help."

Jon was examining the wound when Chrys came in. He listened to her, and reached out and shook her hand with the not-bleeding hand. "Hm, well Chrysalis, I'm pretty sure we have that in. Sciences are in the third floor, near the north end. There's signs all over the place, and the shelves are labeled. If it isn't in, wait for this guy-" he pointed at Ken "-to come around. He's putting out some new books, and that might include the one you're looking for. If not, I can pull up the records and see when it is gonna be in, or even order it in." Jon took a breath, and continued. "That last one would take about a week. But I'm positive we've got at least one copy around. When you find it, come back here to check your book out."

((Translated from garbled-ese: "Ah, yes, Ken. I hope you know the Dewey decimal system. In the back should be a box of books labeled 'stickered.' Take them and the box labeled 'returned' and put them out. Just put them in the right section, it would be a big help."))

[Darth SS]

Ken quickly got to work, scrambling over the gigantic library, placing books. Oddly enough, he was perfectly content to do that work.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Well, that was the last thing I expected, Chrysalis thought, impressed by the half-elf's extensive knowledge of the library. She was sure to get lost in here even if everything WAS labelled.
"Now that you've got your answer, can we go now?"
"Yes, Master Jal. Your patients must be pining away with your current absence. I'll get going," Chrysalis sighed heavily and shouldered her backpack.
She strode out, Jal tottering after her. Soon, the Master was leading the way, and they arrived at the Headmaster's office.
"Wait here," Jal commanded, before pushing the door of the office and entering.

[Gineko]

Clara fumed, "You PERVERT!!!" She cast a spell that hit the banner and made it burst into flames. Kurios was cracking up and mocking her, which made her even more angry. She prepared another fire spell and held a fireball in her hand, she glared at Nora. "Drop my underwear, NOW! Before I turn you into a pile of ashes!"

[Bailey]

Draemos mixed the two bowls sitting in front of him and stirred, while slowly adding ginger. One of the multiple chefs who took turns teaching this class walked past to make sure that he didn't add the ginger too quickly. Once he had mixed it, he placed it in the oven. As the last student got their mix into the oven, the teacher began telling the class about several mistakes he had seen and how to correct them.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

"Right," Jal said after a short while. He closed the door behind him and stood as stocky as a gnome could stand. In his fist was a small slip of paper. He lifted it then and opened it.
"We have you're living quarters," Jal huffed, "it's just getting it to work that's the trick. You remember what I taught you?"
Chrysalis nodded.
"Good. This damned note only works because of magic. You know what to do."
"I understand. Thank you, Master Jal," Chrysalis smiled, "I won't keep you away from your clients anymore."
"Good. Now, just a little note," the gnome commented, putting his fists on his hip, "You've got the rest of the day to yourself. Your teacher will meet you tomorrow morning. You're living with two other students. One of them is called Ishka, and the other is Farenheit. Don't give them trouble, alright?"
Chrysalis smiled slightly, and nodded agreeably.
"Good. Now run along. I've got clients waiting for me." With that, the wizened gnome hurried off.
Chrysalis looked down at the paper, and pondered what to do. If I increase its power, it may do something irrational. If I decrease it, it may not work efficiently. Pffff... magic is such a fickle thing. Give me science anytime.
She settled on decreasing the magic of the paper. Her mind focused, pinpointing her source of power: an unceasing flow of neutralising power that escaped her and dissipated into the air around her, slowly fading away after five feet. She focused on changing that flow, of reversing it and turning it into some other use.
Slowly, the paper in her open palm came to life. It folded into a tiny crane, and with a flap of its flimsy wings, it left her hand.
Chrysalis watched as the crane struggled to stay afloat. It manuevered cumbersomely in the air, and tried to float away. Damn, she gave a little push, increasing the magic, and suddenly it was whizzing away. For a moment, she lost control of her female etiquette, and swore, before taking off after the crazy crane, slipping and sliding around every corner.

[Inbred Chocobo]

"Alright then Brent, let's see what you can do." Razma says as he gets into a battle position with the halberd. "I think I will know who will win, but justfor fun you can make the first move."

[mammothtank]

"If you insist." Razma followed Brent outside to an empty training area. "You may wish to leave your ego in the corner before we fight, however, so it does not hamper your skill." Brent held out his hand and formed his trademark ice lance, then leaped to one side of Razma and struck at him with it.

[Inbred Chocobo]

Razma spun the halberd around and used the staff part to push the spear off to the side. He then swung the blade down, attempting to cut his hand.