Hana Itami
It was all too much. First, shattered wrists and ankles, then screaming, flying tables, more screaming, blood, screaming -- all briefly broken by spells of calm emitted from Fate who explained to them their destinies. Her Sign, if all of this was true and not some sort of drug-induced coma, would explain her awkwardness starting at her first year of school. Hana DID hold vasts amounts of information, she NEVER forgot -- it made her slightly uncomfortable. She remembered the rights and wrongs of many she interacted with and, as such, could hardly forgive trespasses made against her. She was partially excited to be part of this group, this special group, who was lead by someone who would understand her and her abilities... someone who could understand all of them. It was a shame that each child was acting out so viciously; it sure was irrational. Not that it made much sense to throw children into a war, but from what Hana could tell -- Fate was no mortal being, her sense of time could be utterly skewed. She, Fate, even stated that the children would need practice and training -- certainly this wouldn't take place in mere weeks, it would take time.
She sighed, rising from her chair as Alex, the Lion, began his own rant on the war. He had been unceremoniously tossed to the ground numerous time and, not wanting to retrieve his fallen chairs, chose to sit in an open chair each time he stood. Hana blinked at him as he lost his momentum, bending to the weight of the situation, and mentioning the families of those children still present. Hana didn't have much of a family. Her parents doted on her, sure, but she was closer to her books and classes than she was to her parents. They toted around her successes and wore her much like an accessory -- "My daughter is smart. My daughter graduated. My daughter is at the top of her class. My daughter, my daughter, my daughter." She would be much more useful here, besides, being able to harness the knowledge of all of those before sounded fantastic. Another voice brought Hana to attention, Ari -- a lithe woman traveling the walls of the room -- spoke. Her head tilted to the side as she pondered her words, "The mind must work in tandem with others of like thinking to change the world, a mere wish will not accomplish a goal -- this group does not, unfortunately, contain many like minds. I'm certain that, if these powers of ours are true and are exercised to perfection, we would have the power to accomplish something great." Her mind drifted to the girl who had left the room in a fit of rage and let loose and audible sigh, "Perhaps that kind of responsibility is too heavy for some of our shoulders."
Lain Arnith
She didn't care what she was. She didn't care what she could do. Lain just wanted everyone to go away. There were too many strong emotions within the room -- anger, hatred, regret, pain, disbelief. Everything was clouding her senses and Lain no longer had the ability to think straight. She brought her knees up against her chest, tucking her heels onto the front of the chair, wrapped her arms around her legs, and buried her head against her knees. Tears escaped the corners of her eyes as her hair drifted around her tense frame -- emotions coursed through her body and she was sure that she was going to break, shatter into a million tiny pieces. It was then that the anger broke and sorrow filled her. She looked up from her knees to see the room in disarray. A table had been overturned, chairs were missing, numerous individuals stood and sat at different places in the room -- even on the floor -- while one girl in particular stood at the doorway with tears brimming in her eyes and her fists clenched at her side.
The sorrow built within Lain and she looked to the girl at the doorway, hand clenched at her chest as the feeling hollowed her out. This was horrible and stressing. Lain hadn't felt this much emotional charge for a very long time, she was exhausted, empty, and now, now Lain was worried for this bleeding girl at the door. When the woman tore from the room, Lain immediately stood, her chair screeching across the ground as she ran after the girl. The girl was fast, however, and Lain lost track of her numerous times. It took her a little while, but the residual anger, sorrow, and pain that Akino had experienced, eventually lead Lain to her. She opened the door she felt the emotions throb behind, finding the limp form of Akino within the sheets of the bed. Lain, fearing that blood loss and exhaustion may be causing horrible damage, rushed to the bed -- closer inspection, however, revealed that Akino was sleeping.
Her breathing wasn't labored, she didn't show signs of vital weakness... her hand was still bleeding, though. Frowning, Lain retreated to the connected bathroom to find a first aid kit. When she couldn't locate it, however, she went for the next best thing she could come up with -- an extra sheet for the bed and a cup of warm water. She ripped the sheet up, fighting with the durability of the sheets themselves for a few moments before identifying a nearby sharp corner on some furniture to complete the job. Some of the sheet she used to fashion a cloth to dip into the water and cleanse the wound on the girls hand -- Lain would have normally found herself sick while she plucked the glass from the girl's hand, but the pulsing emotions from Akino left her feeling too tired to feel sick. Another part of the sheet was used to create a bandage of sorts to wrap around the wound and protect it through the night, or day - as it should be.
Lain sighed as she finished her work, curious that Akino had remained fast asleep, albeit slightly restless, while she mended her injury. The poor girl must have exhausted herself entirely, not that it was much of a surprise (she'd managed to exhaust Lain). Wrought with a mixture of unexplainable guilt and understandable worry for the girl's condition, Lain stumbled to a small chair across from Akino and sat down, bringing her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around her legs. She was determined to remain sitting there until Akino woke up.