Katrina Hyde's Story

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Katrina was sitting in her usual place outside. It was rare to find her anywhere else. She'd sit out by a large tree, either reading a book or just enjoying the greenery around her. Her dress was slightly rumpled from tucking her feet under herself so she could collect all her focus to making a specific flower grow, the 'Big Book of Plants' right beside her.

Kat knows that students aren't allowed to use their power unless they're supervised, but Kat believes her power is really too useless to use inside and it seems most teachers disliked going outside just so she could practice. Kat recalled the sour look one teacher gave her and made her go use the potted plants in the room. She normally used potted plants when practicing inside, but her power doesn't exactly work when it's just full of dirt. Kat spent the whole day trying to make something grow from the pot, and just ended up looking through the soil with her bare hands for a seed, which of course she couldn't find. Now that she looks back on it, it must have seen odd, a nicely dressed girl digging through soil, looking for a nonexistent seed like a madwoman.

The others in the class must have thought it looked strange as well, considering she could hear the snickers and whispers. They called her everything from dirt girl to tomboy. She managed to take everything up to tomboy. When she heard that particular insult, she ran out of the room crying.

Kat clutched the ground at the memory, willing her eyes not to water from the memory. She hated being seen as anything other than a girl. She hated loosing her femininity so easily. It took her a second to calm down and she looked over to the plant in the book again. It was a common strawberry plant, it shouldn't be too hard to make. She willed the little flower out of the ground, and sure enough it bloomed and the little flower turned into a strawberry in a matter of seconds. Kat gave a bright smile to the little plant, plucking the strawberry and giving it a taste. No sooner than she put it in her mouth she was spitting it out, it tasted horrible! "How did I mess up a strawberry?" She muttered, going back to the book.

After many failed attempts and several horrible strawberries later, Kat felt even worse than earlier, she couldn't even do this one simple thing anymore. By the time she finally gave up and gathered her things, it was dark. She huffed slightly, recalling she missed the new student's power demonstration. Kat started walking towards the girls dorm, thinking about how she already didn't want to go to class after she'd made no progress on her power.

In an instant, the clouds outside the window became like waves in a calm ocean and the plane’s wings like a boat’s ores dipping gently into the night’s sky. As the world bent around him, he leaned his head against the window, which was covered in a cold frost, and looked at France as it unfolded beneath him. While the normal things—like buildings, streets, and real people—were shrouded in darkness, he could see the faint glow of the abnormal things playing outside his window. There was a young girl running. She playfully chased a deformed rabbit against the current of the liquid clouds. There was a woman crying right beside him. It seemed she had just lost her son. While in reality, Lysander was surrounded by silence and the faint hum of the plane’s engines; through his eyes he could see a whole other world boom with life around him.

But these sights were abnormal only to those who hadn’t experienced them before. The girl chasing the rabbit had been running outside the plane the whole flight and the crying woman seemed to have been crying forever and probably had no intention to stop. As he grew bored of pacing up and down the airplane, listening to the distressed woman wailing in the background, and making faces at the dumb Institute scouts who sat in the cockpit, Lysander decided it was time to leave. He grabbed his lantern, sank through the floor of the airplane, and floated down to the streets of France.

When he landed, he landed in the exact location he had aimed for: a street in the remote outskirts of France. He listened intently to the silence that consumed the buildings, and waited for something—anything—to make a sound. His steps, pattering against the old, stone streets, led towards an old church resting behind the safety of a large iron gate. It was locked, but Lysander passed through it easily.

“This is it,” he whispered as he looked with awe at the door of the Institute. It was a wooden door, covered by the marks and decay of age. Above it were stone carvings from what looked to be of a distant era. Admiring the door he ignored the angry nun that passed by him. She seemed to be replaying the events of her sisters’ death. But Lysander saw the likes of this before, and was more interested in the architecture of the church than the ectoplasmic violence that occurred behind him.

With a weakness for the aesthetic, he was stuck reveling in the beauty of the church until the plane his body rid on zoomed overhead. It, for a moment, broke the dead silence that deafened the streets, but then disappeared into the dark clouds as it made its way towards the airport in Paris. He would dread having to make the trek back up here again when the plane finally touched down, but for now he was curious to see what kind of people the Institute would house inside.

Slipping through the locked doors of the Institute, Lysander listened closely. A group of students played poker in the library, another group told stories near the warmth of a fireplace, while another listened to the instructors of a New Blood orientation, which he should have been attending. A girl wandered off into the woods, another girl drew sketches flowing from the reservoir of her pain, while another girl walked back to her dorm room in frustration. He could hear it all, though they were faint echoes and hardly distinguishable to his ear, with enough training he would one day be able to understand them. But what called out to him most of all was anything but subtle. Even from far away he could see spurts of its darkness dance off of it like the movements of solar flares whipping against the sun. Lysander stepped back, almost scared to go near it, but his curiosity got the better of him and seduced him to continue forward. With his lantern trembling in his hand, he made his way toward the room. From what he could tell, it was some sort of gym, but weapons and blades lined its walls. Before he could go any further a voice shouted out to him from the darkness, “It’s time to wake up,” it said. It was Edward’s, but Lysander knew better than to believe his dear brother was back.

Long ago, when Edward was training Lysander to traverse the spirit world, he would say those words so that Lysander’s spirit would know to come back before it could travel too far away from his body. Though it was weird that his travels had been cut so short, he justified it with the distance that his body must’ve had made away from him while riding on board the airplane.

“It’s a mere memory,” Lysander growled to himself as he began ascending into the night’s sky again in order to reclaim his physical body. A few seconds later, he woke up, gazing out at the night sky, this time at nothing more than what was mundanely there. The plane landed gently into the Paris airport and the Institute scouts led him back towards the location he had already been at. For now, the presence he encountered in the church would elude his mind as his focus would turn away from such matters and turn towards how he would go about finding his brother. But even more immediate than that, his mind raced to find answers to how he would face his first day of school.

Katrina had woken up earlier than she usually did, feeling thankful she didn't have to rush just to get to class on time. She smiled fondly to her plants, pushing them a little bit more towards the sunlight coming in through an open window. It didn't take long for her to get ready, well, compared to how long it used to take her to get ready, before she actually got used to putting on make up and styling her hair. Kat just slipped on a green dress, putting on some light make up and pulling on her favorite silver strappy sandals. As she looked to the clock she decided against using her spare time to see what she could make grow, not really feeling the need to be disappointed.

It wasn't until she was already walking down the halls that Kat realized that she could very well meet the new student's she had missed at the orientation the day before. She may not know all to much about their power but that wouldn't mean she couldn't just get to know them, right? The people in the hall were whispering, apparently about some Scott, Katrina wondered what they meant by 'arm', who beat what with what arm?

Kat glanced around the halls for a face she didn't recognize, waving at the few people she actually made eye contact with as she passes by. One boy she didn't recognize caught her eyes, and she all but skipped up to him, her smile wide on her face, "Hi! I'm Katrina Hyde, but most call me Kat. Are you new to the school?" She asked politely and with enthusiasm. "You'll love it here, even though being a New Blood isn't the absolute best." She was cheerful as always, smiling and intertwining her fingers behind her back, looking to Scott eagerly.

Katrina barely got a good look at this 'Valor' as Scott held it up for a brief moment. "Pretty impressive." She commented more to herself than to Scott, it was incredibly impressive especially compared to her considerably weaker power. Kat wouldn't be able to last a second in a match with him. It only took her a moment to regain her talkative nature as she followed Scott into the class, taking a seat right beside him, "Class doesn't start until all the Superlatatives finish their meeting, so around eight." She informed as she placed her backpack down, turning in the desk to fully face Scott, crossing her legs and smoothing out her dress casually.

Her smile was consistent on her face, hardly ever wavering, "Hey, did you fell that tremor last night? I thought it was just like, a little mini earthquake, but apparently it was coming from a fight down in the, um," Kat's face scrunched up for a moment as she tried to relay what her friend told her. "I think it was the East wing. Yeah, my friend was telling me about how some guys were fighting and one of the guys just completely destroyed the other." She said laughing a little, "I was told that it was between a new student and Nick, 'Shell-Shock', I honestly don't know why he goes by that silly name, but he's a bit of a bully so I never really had the nerve to out right question it. And my friend was telling me how he saw Nick go back to his dorm just absolutely shocked!" She couldn't help but let out a little laugh, "I only wish I could have seen it." Kat had a wide smile on her face, "Your power seems pretty powerful as well, I'm afraid I'm one of the weaker New Bloods. I can, well, kinda just grow plants, but I can't make a strawberry grow for the life of me." She shook her head with a small smile. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm talking non stop, I always do that unless someone just like duct tapes my mouth shut." Kat smiled a little, looking only a little embarrassed.

Kat's eyes widened a bit in surprised and her cheeks flushed with color as she realized she'd been talking about Scott with Scott. "Oh, well I guess I was right when I said your power is pretty impressive." She recovered from her shock with a bright smile, especially happy that Scott didn't seem to mind too much that she'd talked non stop, instead showing intersest in her power. "Well, I'm still perfecting the growing of the plants, but yeah, I actually only ever use my own medicine, I don't have anything against the company's or anything like that. I just think that natural medicine works better for me." She absentmindedly played with her earrings, "I can make you some if you'd like, though most people who try it don't particuarly like my all-natural solutions." Kat shrugged, "Also my plants usually taste horrible, so I've switched to making mainly topical medicines."

The girl's attention easily switched back to Valor, "So is it just always on your arm or does it come and go?" She questioned, forgetting to wait for an answer before continuing, "Your power presentation must have been impressive, oh I wish I'd been there. Mine wasn't I know that much, I didn't realize I had to provide my own props, I didn't have a potted plant, I had to practically beg them to come outside just to show them." Kat shook her head at the memory, laughing a little. "So where in the great wide world are you from?" She asked, trying to step away from the power conversation, though she did want to know more about Scott's power, she already knew her's would be horribly useless in comparison. "I mainly lived in Southern Africa, but I also visited my dad in Germany for Summer break and such." She finally took a pause in talking, listening for Scott's answer.

Scott smiled just a bit.
"It has its uses."
She offered to make him some medicine.
"I would like that. If you have any all-natural energy boosters, that would be perfect. I'm pretty active."

What do you know, Valor? The girl's actually really nice.
I told you that I sensed good vibes. We Voltari have a sense for this sort of thing.
The topic changed to her asking about Valor.
"It's not always on my arm."
She then talked about the power presentation, and he shrugged.

"It could have gone better. My power is also best used outside, for now."
She kept talking a mile a minute, taking a breath to ask where he was from.
"Nowhere as exotic as Africa or as European as Germany. I'm from Detroit, Michigan."
Scott had not planned on being this talkative, but there was just something about this girl that helped him loosen up.

Jon wished he could ignore the alarm and just go back to sleep. He'd been up nearly the entire night performing rounds to determine the school's security and then had to make his report. His spine still went cold at the thought of the voice that greets him on the other end. To make things worse, he'd had THAT dream again.An involuntary gag at the realization is what forced the young man to sit up and finally come to life. A quick spark of electricity from his hair was enough to shut off the alarm, but his brain was still too fuzzy for something that required a lot of finesse. In other words, he wouldn't be walking for a while and needed to resort to his other method of transportation or call in sick. Despite wanting to call in sick the young man opted for the more productive option.

Jon focused on a collection of metal pellets, roughly a gram in size each like those used in bb guns. He didn't play with them, but he still purchased the pellets in large numbers since they worked well with his ability. With a twitching type motion from his hand a mass of them gathered into a disk. Oddly enough despite the mass containing hundreds or a thousand little balls his ability ignored the issue so long as the total mass didn't exceed his limit. Jon hefted himself on the disk of pellets and while far from comfortable it was a method of transport that required little effort and focus. He dressed himself while riding the construct and even used the disk to exit his room and dorms. The man wished he possessed the presence of mind to own a coffee machine for mornings such as these but could only shrug the matter off at this time.

"Tired...I could totally sleep through Power Control at this rate," the statement came out as a yawn. The teenager continued his lift to the classroom despite being fairly certain that he was violating school rules at this time...it wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten in trouble. Jon's face still gave the appearance of one still asleep by the time he arrived to the proper classroom. In fact, it would not be a lie to state that he nearly fell asleep while opening the door.

"I'm here, Dunaway's present...tardiness might be optional," the words more slurred out of his mouth and his disk wobbled a bit as he started to doze. A brief shot of panic brought Jon back to temporary wakefulness and the discovery of class having not yet started...and he was in the wrong class. Well this is a bit embarrassing Jon felt his face slightly redden at the realization. From the looks of it, only two students were in the current classroom so his blunder might go unnoticed. Almost in hopes of that, he began to slowly back up to exit the room.

Kat practically radiated excitement when Scott told her he was from Michigan, "You're from America? I've always wanted to visit America!" She leaned in, looking right at Scott, a huge smile plastered on her face, "Have you been to any of those national parks? I hear they're amazingly beautiful." She looked off dreamily for a moment, thinking about those lush park's she'd always wanted to visit one day. Katrina looked back to the boy before her, "Oh and I could easily make some energy booster's, but just a warning, they taste absolutely dreadful." Kat gave a small laugh, pushing back her curls, "So have you made any other friend's since you've come to this school or is it too soon to say?"

The energetic girl didn't really even have time to wait for his answer as a voice came from someone entering the room. Her back was facing the door so she had to twist to see who'd entered, lo and behold it was Jon Dunaway. "Jon! What're you doing in this class? Wait, don't go! There's still time until class starts, you can come sit with us and meet Scott!" She turned to Scott, "That's Jon, he's a Medial but he's still nice enough, so we're friends." She'd talked to Jon several times since she arrived, maybe it wasn't enough time for Katrina to call him her friend, but that was just how she was. She turned back to Jon, "Come on, please Jon?" She smiled, intertwining her fingers and holding them under her chin, basically begging.

"Kat your ability to be so cheerfuuuul in the morning should be illegal-I'm practically dead here," Jon couldn't suppress the yawn that occurred mid sentence. In truth he liked talking to the girl, but ever sense he'd lost trust in the Academy he found himself somewhat hesitant to interact with her. She was just too...nice for him to truly want to believe the Academy was a bad place. However in spite of his feelings he moved himself over to Kat and her companion.

"Sup Scott m'name's Jon spelled J-O-N, and yeah I know it's weird,"Jon stayed cross-legged on his perch while waving his right hand towards the other man. Since Kat had already said their names he found the classic exchange of names rather silly but did it anyways. "Nice arm by the way, personally I'm just a talking magnet. Still haven't figured out if I work on girls though." He threw a wink at Kat to play on his feeble attempt of a morning joke.

"Though I do unfortunately damage electronics and magnetic strip type stuff so you might wanna keep about this distance to avoid that." Jon's face pulled into an apologetic expression while indicating his two foot 'bubble' of space. "All that aside, I hope you're enjoying the place so far."

"I just can't help it, I was born smiling!" She grinned over to Jon, looking back to Scott, "The all-natural energy boosters help too." It was just something Kat had to be, cheerful, she feels the need to show and share joy pretty much all the time. She regarded Jon again, "Scott actually wants some of my energy boosters." Kat had offered some of her homemade remedies to many of her friends, Jon included, but most draw the line at drinking or eating anything, great tasting plants wasn't exactly Katrina's forte quite yet.

Kat laughed at Jon's little joke, her cheeks turning a rosy color, it made her feel like a normal girl when people flirted with her. She greatly appreciated it, though she could barely ever reciprocate it properly, "Well you're lucky you don't attract plants otherwise I'd be all over you." She patted Jon's forearm briefly, getting a light shock that surprised her more than actually hurt her, instinctively pulling her hand back, "Ow, I keep on forgetting about the bubble." She whined as she shook her hand, pouting for a moment, soon going back to being all smiles. "Scott's American, just like you Jon, though he did actually live in America." Kat commented, pointing out what they had in common, soon switching topics again. "Jon, did you feel the little tremor last night? And hear about Nick? Well as it turns out that was all due to none other than my brand new classmate Scott." Kat paused for a second, turning to her classmate, "Wait, that won't due, Scott isn't grandiose enough a name, if Nick has a nickname, albeit a ridiculous one, so should you." She looked off, staring into the distance as she attempted to come up with some kind of nickname off the top of her head, "Um, Captain America, wait that's already been taken, um, Mr. Hammer, no that's even worst than Shell-Shock." She glanced over to Jon, "Oh, help me think of a nick name, Jon." She looked over to Scott, actually maintaining silence as she struggled to think up some kind of amazing nickname on the spot.

Katrina considered the name Scott had brought up, "It's not bad, actually seems very fitting, and it's so much better than Shell-Shock." She smiled, "And tons better than just Scott, no offence." Kat leaned over to pat his shoulder, still grinning, she turned her attention to Valor, cocking her head to the side, "Whoa, it even looks heroic when you hold it up." Kat had to resist the urge to just reach out and touch it, knowing that technically she'd be invading personal space, even though she didn't see it that way. Instead she settled with just asking questions to satisfy her own curiosity, "Isn't it really very heavy, or are you just so strong that is doesn't weigh you down at all? Oh and how does it work even, I mean does it just show up when you want it to?" She questioned, gesturing to Scott's arm.

Just then the bell rang and she looked over to Jon, "Ooh, it looks like you'd better hurry, unless you want to be late. Sorry for keeping you!" She said apologetically, feeling a little guilty for keeping Jon longer than he had to be. As classmates began filing in, Katrina turned right back to Scott, "You don't talk all that much, do you? Oh well, actually I guess I just talk too much... But I meant with Jon, maybe just cause you didn't really know him you didn't feel like talking to him, but I'm sure you'll like him after talking to him some more." Kat really hoped that they would get along, she really disliked when one of her friends disliked another, she was never good at picking sides after all. "Oh and I'm really sorry that you're first day wasn't the best, but that just means that it can only get better right?" She gave a reassuring smile, ever the optimist when it came to others. As the teacher began to speak, she finally turned to fully face the front, looking over to Scott with a weak smile as she whispered, "This is the hardest part of school, actually shutting my mouth and paying attention."

For a moment or two, Spencer stared blankly at the boy in front of her while trying to figure out whether he was joking or seriously over analyzing her question so deeply. As it turned out, as she stated by observing his concentrated expression, he was serious, and that caused a surprise expression to take form in her face. That was not the answer she was expecting, even more from someone who looked like him. "Well aren't you a smart puppy" she giggled a bit, partially because she meant it in partially in a attempt to lighten the mood. "But it does tell me something about you. And me. Whether or not I'll be seeing you in class." She replied quickly before shoving another big portion of eggs in her mouth. She was not one to talk a lot during meals, since she basically fed like the food was about to jump out of her plate and run away at any moment.

As she chewed on her eggs, she discretly glanced at him while processing his short speech. Meeting people, he said, and she laughed in her mind. Well, the demonstration had definetly not helped her getting any friends. At most it had helped her figure out who to not approach, and that was basically every single New Blood who could give a decent power demonstration, since they had all made fun of that lovely girl who could grow plants. Honestly - not that Spencer could speak in any other way - she had quite liked her power. It wasn't meant for destroying, but for creating. Now, that boy, she would want to know what exactly his power was. He definetly looked destructive, but sounded rather... Meh.

"Well, you are getting to know me. I'm Spencer by the way, some call me Spence, some call me Finny, but you can call me whatever you like, I guess. And if it makes you feel better, I didn't get to show anything or know anyone in there, so..." Spencer shrugged and adjusted her beanie. She couldn't say it wasn't uncomfortable to not know anyone around, but oh we'll. most of them didn't quite please her anyway. But then, thinking about cliques and friends, she realized something and, abandoning her eggs, her eyes turning to his face, she frowned and stared. "You really don't look like a Medial, though. Aren't you suppose to be sitting with friends?"

She continued glancing at him, awaiting the answer. It was, of course, a indiscreet question, but she didn't seem to realize it, she never did. Just kept looking and eating her eggs like before. Although Spencer couldn't tell, this was what usually scared people off. Not only the way she would always assume things about them and constantly insist for answers about their personal life but her unawareness of how inappropriate her comments could be. Nevertheless, she found it very hard to understand that, after all, she was being honest. Isn't that what everyone wanted? Isn't that what everybody was always writing in their online profiles ans stuff? "I appreciate honesty", she had lost count of how many times she had heard this sentence. As she remember the people who said that so many times, she stared at him wondering if he would be another one of those.

Spencer watched in complete silence as his expression transformed from fear to a smile and then as he attempted to greet her, or at least that's what it looked like. She did not try to shake his hand or aid him in his confusion; it was rather fun to watch him struggle. Clearly she had caught him a bit off guard, but now there was nothing she could do but admit she had, yes, overheard his private talk with himself and have a laugh with it. Also, she didn't feel threatened by him in anyway, he didn't seem to get mad at her for sneaking in nor did he seem dangerous. He was certainly also a New Blood, just like her, since they were standing just a few steps away from the class she believed was hosting Power Control 101, and therefor could not be much more experienced or older than her. Plus, his awkwardness and embarrassment made him all the more fragile.

As he spoke a few words that broke the silence but made absolutely no sense in the current situation, Spencer stared at him whole, finding that the cellphone that he had been holding to his ear just a moment ago was now absentmindedly hanging between his fingers, resting as if it was off. Only now did she have time to think what a coincidence it was that both their cellphones had rang at the same exact time, and a even bigger coincidence that none of them apparently cared about the person on the other side of the line. It kind of felt as if she was interrupting a conversation, even if she had said nothing, so she smiled, adjusted her bag on her shoulder, approaching the boy and pointing at the device on his hand, asked: "Does your friends also like to talk to himself? Is that a thing you guys do or...? Cause I could totally dig that."

She waited patiently for an answer, since he seemed a bit lost for words from the moment he had noticed her, but discretely checked the clock on

her cellphone. According to it, class would start in exactly one minute, and since she hadn't even had coffee, she figured it wasn't the best idea to arrive late and take a small nap in the first class of her first day ever in the new school, if the Institute could be called that at all. She turned off her phone as to prevent it would ring again during class and took one more step in his direction, also approaching the room's door. Indeed, there was a general noise coming from behind the door, and she could only assume that was the right class. "We should really rush now. I think class has already started. If you want, we can talk together to ourselves inside." she pointed out and then turned the door knob, peeking inside the room to see how many people were in there already.

"...name is Mister Elliot." she heard a deep masculine voice state. It should be the teacher, and she was a bit embarrassed to slowly walk in. She made no comments, only gave him a look as to ask for permission to enter. At least she was not alone. There weren't many seats left, so she took one on the side further away from the door, trying to move as silently as possible so to not disturb whatever instructions were being given. After she was seated, she glanced first at the door she had entered a moment ago, watching as that strange boy approached the seats as well. The only available ones were one right behind her and another close to some students she recognized from the day before. They had also been made fun of by other students. One of them was the girl she could not seem to take out of her mind, the one that had power regarding plants. Then, her gaze turned to the front of the class, were stood Mr. Elliot, a rather young, black haired professor. But he was not the one who called her attention, it was the girl who stood close to him. The girl from her dream. Spencer was not surprised, but also not completely at ease. Of course she had considered the possibility of her - what was her name again? - being an actual student at the Institute, but there had been no way to be sure. That is until now. Also it concerned her a bit that this person could actually get inside her head. She had stated than she wouldn't do so without permission, but was she trustworthy? And even so, what if there were other students with similar powers but very diverse intentions?

"Atheya." she mumbled lowly to herself, suddenly remembering the girl's name.

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Katrina was really bad at paying attention, especially with all her classmates coming in, she had to resist going off and chatting while her teacher was starting class. She did allow herself to smile and wave to some new students, giving a big wave to Atheya when she saw the superlative girl up front before finally putting her hands down. When Mr. Elliot encouraged them to talk and work on their powers Kat was reminded as to why she liked this class. Though she really wasn't too great at the whole setting goals part. She pulled out her Big Book of Plants, turning to a random page in the thick book, taking out a pen and taking down notes on various plants.

Scott pulled her attention away from the book when he handed her a slip of paper. Kat looked to the paper, seeing a room number written on it, her smile gradually widening as she listened to Scott praise her power. "Oh I swear, you're my best friend just for saying that! Ahh, I might cry!" Kat wiped at the tips of her eyes, trying not to smudge her make up. She figured her power had at least potential to grow but she hardly ever really believed it, especially after frustrating days like the day before where she couldn't even grow a fruit. Kat wasn't the best at taking compliments either, always so flustered and overly happy. "I'll make as much as I can as soon as possible." She turned to her book for a moment, still smiling, thinking for a whole minute about what her goals would be before figuring she could use a break.

"So what are you're goals so far?" She questioned, turning to Scott as she closed the book in front of her, "I mean if we're gonna help each other out I should at least know what you're striving for."

Katrina caught Scott's smile, albeit a small one, she couldn't help but feel content over it. She loved helping people be happy, she found it helped if she was happy, and look! Proven right once again.

She listened carefully to Scott's goal, "Well I'll do my best to help you but I'm afraid the most you'll get out of me is protein supplements seeing as I'm about as defined as a twig." She held up her skinny arm as if to further prove her point. "But I could probably work out now and again, not that I think it would affect my power." She commented, looking to the arm she held up, letting it fall to her side. Kat looked back to Scott with a small smile, "I still need to improve on taste of some edible plants, not to mention the size, oh and the mutations... alright let's just say I have a lot to work on." She tapped a polished finger on the big book in front of her as she mentally made a list of what she hoped to improve on.

Most of the skills she hoped to attain were probably far off into the future, but she could still hope. Kat stood abruptly, going to a small supply closet in the classroom, and quickly picking up a mini pot with soil and a small packet of various seeds. It was something she made sure the classroom had after the first few days of doing nothing but sitting in her chair and twiddling her thumbs. She sat back in her seat next to Scott, smiling slightly over to him, "I have to fit practice in whenever I can." She explained, looking back over to the packet of seeds. An advantage of her power was that she could tell which seed grew what, it was like a sixth sense. She picked through all the seeds of the plastic baggy, finally selecting one and carefully burying it underneath the soil. Katrina always did feel a little awkward just practicing in public but she focused on the pot in front of her, her smile dropping as her face grew a determined look. Her hand hovered over the pot and soon a green sprout came up from the soil. The sprout continued to grow, a small white flower blooming, followed by a green strawberry that ripened into a plump red strawberry. A smile grew over her face but she already knew that appearance as only half of it. The strawberry had always been tricky for her and she didn't even consider offering it to Scott, the boy might be crazy enough to trust her and eat it. Kat picked it off the stem, letting out a breath and smiling weakly, glancing over to Scott, "Here goes nothing." She muttered, taking a small bite. Sure enough it was sour and tasted horribly off, her face scrunching up at the bad taste. She let the plant wither into the soil, absentmindedly stirring it in with her pencil to fertilize the soil, putting on a smile as she looked back over to Scott, "Now that you've seen my power you'll have to show me how yours works eventually."

Katrina listened carefully to Scott's explanation, processing the information carefully. She couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought of Scott fully covered in Valor, fighting crime like some kind of superhero. Kat blushed a little as she realized Scott might think she was laughing at him, quickly trying to explain, "Sorry, I was just kind of imagining you, like, fighting crime in a full suit made of Valor. The more I think about it, the more I think Man of Valor would be and amazing superhero name." She grinned, staring at Valor, unable to help herself as she reached out to touch it, feeling the smooth metal beneath her fingers before regaining her self-control and pulling back with a sheepish smile, "Sorry, sometimes I forget that some people like their space."

"But I'd love to see the strike in person, I'd imagine if I could feel it all the way in the girl's dorm last night that it must be a grand performance." She added in. Kat found herself staring at Valor more than she looked at Scott, admiring the beautiful display of colors on Scott's arm. Forcing herself to look away from Valor and up to Scott. Her eyes met with his and she couldn't help but blush, looking back to Valor, "It really is amazing to look at." Kat praised, putting on a bright smile, trying to hide her blush. "I can't wait to see Valor in action. It's gonna be like a scene from a real life action movie!" She was back to her energetic self as she imagined how it must look, "I only wish I'd seen your fight with Nick last night."