Gina Games's Story

The students were led to the auditorium upon arriving. The seats provided comfort after their long journeys to the Academy, but did not comfort their confusions or suspicions about the place. Four adults stood on the stage, conversing lowly with one another. Two wore smiles, while the other two looked bored. Still, they waved and greeted the students who arrived one by one to receive their informal orientation.

And answers.

Franki stepped slowly into the auditorium. She and a group of teens around her age, were all ushered inside and told to take seats. No one spoke, all too concerned about why they were brought here. She gripped the strap of her bag tighter, the bulk of it banging against her knee as she walked.

The auditorium was beautiful. Franki found herself staring up at the large chandelier. The bright twinkling crystals caused the lights to bounce off the space, and creating a beautiful effect in the large space. The chairs were plush and red, matching the velvet curtain on the stage. It was then that Franki noticed the four people standing on the stage.

They talked quietly amongst themselves, probably about why the teens were here. Someone knocked into Franki and she quickly caught herself. The person muttered an apology before turning into an aisle to take a seat. Franki rolled her eyes, but began moving with the group again.

She turned into an aisle, and walked down a bit, before finally deciding on a seat. She placed her bag on her lap and waited patiently for the orientation to begin.

Leilani bounced into the auditorium with a zeal you wouldn't have expected from her, and as she skipped to her seat,, she turned in midair so that she landed perfectly on her hind.
"TEN point landing, the crowd goes wild!" Leilani said with a smile, bringing the same result to most of the people around her, who had probably noticed the scarring right away. She giggled, and went through her sidebar to make sure she had everything before classes(and announcements) started.

Kael followed the wave of excited and nervous students filing into the Auditorium. More students appeared to be more of the nervous type, with the majority of the sounds coming from the chairs moving or the four adults on the stage. A couple of students spoke in hushed whispers off to one side and he heard a burst from a girl off in one of the seats, "TEN point landing, the crowd goes wild!" Ha, he thought, now that's more like it.

Stopping at an isle, Kael found a hole in the wave of students and sat in the closest seat to the outside. He dropped his bag to the floor between his feet and let out a sigh. Standing almost all day had taken its toll and shuffling between all the nervous students was exhausting. A few seats down a girl sat with her bag on her lap waiting patiently as more students made their way into the auditorium. Watching all of them, Kael felt boredom quickly working its way to his head and pulled out his phone.

"WheeeeEEW POW!" Went the bird as it crushed the evil piggy. Kael hadn't noticed the sound was on and quickly shut the phone off. He could feel more than one set of eyes on him as his fingers found a sudden itch on his chin, letting his gaze fix on the chandelier high in the ceiling. "That was a little loud..."

Tony wandered in with the others, but keeping mostly to the back. Some were talking excitedly, others seemed nervous like him. As he walked in, he couldn't help but be stand in awe at the auditorium. The chandelier, the seats, the curtains....it reminded him of Broadway.

A shout from further into the large room knocked Tony back to his senses, and he realized he had been standing still, gaping upwards with his mouth open, for a good five minutes. Embarrassed, he shuffled over to the closest empty seat and sat in it quite unceremoniously. He heard the sounds of Angry Birds erupt behind him before it was quickly shut out. That made him smile, slightly.

He stared at his shoes for a bit before letting his eyes venture upwards, towards the wonderfully carved ceiling, and that fantastic chandelier. Imagine playing in a room like this! A right performance hall...his eyes settled on the stage and the curtains, and he examined the folds, the color, the way the light hit them. He wondered what it would be like if he was the one standing there, flute in hand, performing in front of this auditorium full of people. The thought both emboldened him and saddened him, as he thought about his lost opportunity at Juilliard Prep. Well, his dad wanted him to go here, and after all the yelling they had done at each other (well, his dad did most of the yelling...all right, all of the yelling), it was the least he could do to make his father 'proud' again. And the mountains and countryside was a nice change of scenery from the busy Jersey Shore.

Tony settled deeper into his chair and picked absent-mindedly at the cushion, staring at the marble-tiled floor.

Rodrick Harris

"We need to quiet them," he sighed, lazy black eyes scanning the crowding kids. His English accent caught the attention of Gina beside him, her odd blue eyes striking him at once. She wore a frown as well. Both agreed that this idea was reckless, dangerous and overall probably not going to work.

"They're not all here yet," she told him. She folded her arms in front of her chest and rolled her eyes silently. Although she denied every living in India, her accent came out slightly when she was annoyed, like now. Rodrick chuckled at the shorter, brown-skinned girl as he ruffled his black hair.

"That doesn't mean we can't begin."

"Yes it does. You heard what Nilrem said."

"So?"

Her scowl disfigured her usually subtle beauty. "So, we follow the rules."

"It's not like the enemy is on our doorstep, Games."

"They could be," she said darkly, eyes darting to the grouping kids. "We can't be sure we can trust even them."

Rodrick agreed with her point, frowning to the kids as well. "Still...I'm bored."

"So be bored," she snapped, shoulders tense. "We'll wait until they're all here."

Rodrick watched as she turned away from him, huffing and analyzing the students as if she could identify possible enemies right off the bat. They were kids. Irritating yes, but still just kids. Glancing over the gathering students himself, he considered waiting longer. It didn't seem fun. So he lifted a hand before Gina could say and word and summoned a single columned flame in his hand. The crowd shushed at the bright sight, which had Rodrick smirking satisfyingly to himself.

Gina hissed something to him, but he ignored her.

With ease, he raised the column of fire above his head as it grew in size, widening and growing taller. Then he shot it out to the crowd.

Screams erupted, as expected, and he laughed happily as he drew the flame back in a spiral that rounded up and up to the chandelier until it hit the structure hard. The crystals shook and the kids below began hurrying out of the way, afraid the chandelier would collapse at once. But Rodrick smiled and shrank the fire down until each white candle atop the chandelier was lit and he raised his hands above his head, indicating the end of his performance.

Gina glowered, but he grinned out to the crowd.

Leilani's eyes widened as she saw the pillar of flame, and soon, flashbacks started.

A house burning...

Suffocation by the smoke...

The log as it swung down towards her...

"I'm sorry, Leilani... They're both gone..."

Leilani''s shriek pierced the air, and soon a giant surge of water from every accessible point within the auditorium and anywhere around it for 50 feet, even from the air itself, flooded towards the stage, completely dousing everything there as she screamed, her arms wrapped around her knees in sheer terror from the flames that had tortured her such. She didn't even notice that there were other people getting wet, all she cared about was destroying the fire before it destroyed her again as she rocked back and forth in her chair, shivering with fear. She started crying, and even that went towards the surge, still on stage even as the fire was out.

The shriek shocked Franki out of her daze from the fire. She immediately jumped to her feet, bag falling to the ground, and saw the source of the noise. She hadn't noticed her before, but she could immediately spot the burns on her body. It was then that Franki felt the water.

It wasn't the droplets on her skin, but her connection to the element was strong, she could feel it rushing towards the students. The pipes bursting and every sprinkler system went off. All water, in a near radius, was rushing towards the auditorium, towards the fire.

Quickly, Franki leaped over the chairs in front of her and moved into the main aisle. She held her hands up in front of her, as if pushing an invisible wall. The water, rushing closer and closer, soaking all the teens that couldn't get out of it's path, suddenly stopped. The water came to a halt midair above Franki, and, with a few slow movements, the water began to shrink in size.

Franki made large arm gestures, slowly moving the water towards her and slowly making it smaller. She held it between her hands as she slowly turned to face the four people on the stage. She didn't say anything, but gave the fire man a knowing look, before stepping over to the shrieking girl. Who was still shrieking.

"It's okay," She said as kindly as she could manage. Comfort and compassion wasn't one of her strong suits. "I can help."

Franki split the water, so there was some hovering between both hands. The water engulfed her hands as she placed them on either side of the young girl's head. This was a trick she had learned back when she was a kid. Her mom was always so stressed, and Franki had learned this to help her ease her mother's pain.

Taking a deep breath, she could feel the water cooling around her. Something as simple as cool water could help calm someone down. Hopefully, it would work on this girl.

As the water tsunami'd over his head, Tony only had two thoughts:

My flute is going to get wet.

I'm going to drown.

He quickly found that his second thought wasn't true, judging by how the water started to subside. But that still left his flute. And if that was wet, well, there'd be hell to pay!

Frantically, he pulled up the hard black case and propped himself higher on the chair in case of another wave as he fumbled with the latches. Finally, he threw open the lid and hesitantly examined the silver instrument.

So far so good. Tony exhaled in relief. The case had done its job and protected it. Quickly, he shut the case for fear of another surge, but didn't know where to put it. He decided to stay with his feet on top of the chair, and shivered slightly as the water droplets rolled off his back. Turning, it wasn't difficult to see which girl had done it. He glared at her with as much conviction as he could muster--which wasn't all too much--and shot limp arrows of displeasure towards her with his eyes. She had nearly ruined his chances at Juilliard with that temper tantrum! His somewhat anger subsided by a lot when he saw the burns on her face, leading him to just sigh and turn around, arms clutched protectively around his case as his body hunched over it, staring dully at the stage from beneath his dripping wet hair.

Atomsk walked into the auditorium to a scene of chaos. His eyes grew wide, seeing a large amount of water being pushed away on either side of the auditorium. Students were giggling, acting as if the water wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Students all around were playing around, with fire, water, as if it was a toy. He felt a little self conscious, but didn't let it show. He took a few steps and then turned and leaned against a wall in the back of the auditorium. An old habit, he always hung around near exits for quick escapes if need be. He put one leg up against the wall, putting all his weight on his left leg, and then crossed his arms.

He looked around bored, but the truth was he was fascinated. The others were all very clearly better at this then him. He'd never seen others like him before. He felt sort of out of place. Sure his power could be incredible, but when he thought about using it he couldn't. He pulled his knife from his pocket and took it out of its sheath. A Winchester Hunting knife, perfectly balanced for throwing. He began flipping it in his right hand, holding it by the blade and flipping it thrice to catch it by the handle. He never screwed up, not even once.

He began sweeping the room, getting a good look at everyone. He saw quite a bit of attention surrounding a girl. They seemed quite excited about it, so he assumed she was the one to cause the mess. No one else really seemed to stand out much, a few people playing with fire in their hands, some shooting pebbles across the room. Their were a number of older individuals at the front of the room, very obviously teachers.

A stone flew quickly in his direction. Atomsk reflexively caught the small pebble in his hand, without missing a beat. He kept flipping his knife, and then angrily glared at the student who shot it at him. The student shuddered at his reflexes and tough look, immediately shying away from Atomsk. He wouldn't have done anything to the kid, but he wanted to make it clear not to mess with him. He caught his knife and stopped flipping it momentarily, pausing to put in his headphones. He put his iPod on shuffle, the first song to come up was Electric Feel by MGMT...

Erin Vines

Yes, she jumped. She even squeaked when his voice softly twisted into her ear. Face reddening from embarrassment, she listened to his words with a growing pout, fists clenching at her sides. Who did he think he was?

"I'm not judging them, I'm observing," she corrected, looking out to the room of teenagers. Giggling and running around, one girl terribly upset about whatever. Erin noticed her burns and stopped to wonder what had just happened, but shook her head. "Everyone's being disrespectful. We're supposed to be having an orientation."

Her tiny face turned up to his. "And you're back here, skulking like some criminal. We're here for a reason, and no one is taking it seriously."

With that, she stomped down the aisle, bag dragging behind her. The fact that it slid through puddles didn't bother her much. Finding the front row, she searched for a dry seat, which was basically impossible. So she crossed her arms and stood before the stage, giving her attention to the those on it. The black-haired man was grinning to the darker skinned girl, while the blonde girl who looked nearly their age spoke with a wispy haired bespectacled man, both smiling encouragingly. Erin decided to focus on them, their attitudes more attractive than the frowning pair.



Courtney Knolls

"Should we begin?" she asked Merry beside her, the lanky man adjusting his glasses and grinning out to the crowding students. He shrugged a thin shoulder and glanced to Gina and Rodrick.

"Has Nilrem arrived?"

Courtney shrugged also, glancing the auditorium for the elder man's face, but only saw high school teen movie drama already erupting near the center of the seats. "I don't believe so, but we can't just stand here. Right?" Her eyes locked with Rodrick's across the stage. "We could at the very least dry them off."

Rodrick was already on it, crossing to center stage and standing on the edge. She joined him, coaxing Gina over and saying, "C'mon, do what you two do," she giggled, then faced the auditorium, putting on her cheerleader smile while projecting her voice like at all the football games back home. "All right, ya'll! We'll begin in a few moments, but Mr. Harris and Ms. Games are going to dry you all off. Don't panic, okay? We know some of your abilities aren't, well, up to par I suppose," she giggled, "but sit back and try to relax, 'kay?"

With a dramatic gesture with both arms, she gave the stage to Rodrick and Gina who both held up their hands. Together they created a strong and warm wind current that swept through the students like a spiraling hair dryer. It still took a few minutes, but soon the seats were dried and the puddles gone. Courtney clapped and even got a few students to clap along, including a fiery haired girl standing quite near to the stage. She took a seat once they were dry and avidly watched Courtney with a grin. Courtney smiled back, hoping she was a water gal like herself. She already liked her, she was so eager.

"Okay, now we just need ya'll to settle and we'll get started. Merry?"

The lanky man stepped forward, pushing his brown locks around on his head so they were messier than before. Courtney giggled watching him. His flustered ways were kinda cute.

"I'm Mr. Cinders," he introduced, voice a bit softer than Courtney's. He cleared his throat and continued. "I'm going to be the teacher to all of you earth users, though I'm sure there won't be many of you. She is a hard thing to control, much mightier than any of the elements surely." The others on the stage nodded along.

"This to my left is Courtney Knolls, she'll be instructing you water students." Courtney waved excitedly. "I should warn you, she may look nice now, but she can tough, emotions switching as quickly as the ebb and flow of ocean waves." The blonde laughed loudly, sticking out her tongue to Merry. He just waved her off.

"To my right, we have Gina Games. She'll be instructing you air users, creating winds and managing the air around you to work to your advantage. She's hardly a windy one herself though. I would watch what you say," he mock-threatened, though Gina's at attention stance took the joke seriously. Courtney wondered why she was so serious all the time, but knew she wasn't going to get an answer from Gina herself.

"And finally, Rodrick Harris. Don't let his accent confuse you and don't get on his bad side. He's a fire user and he's very good about not leaving evidence," Merry said, a bit of hesitation quavering in his voice. Rodrick only began to laugh heartily, remembering no doubt the prank he pulled a week ago. Courtney couldn't help but giggle either, covering her mouth for Merry's sake but nearly doubling over. She still couldn't believe Rodrick had singed Merry's pants right off without leaving a scratch on the man. Rodrick cackled victoriously.

"Anyway," Merry pressed on. "We're still waiting for our leader, your Principal or Headmaster if you will. He should be arriving any moment, but if there's anything you'd like to ask, raise your hand and we'll do our best."

With that, he took two steps back to be in line with the other three, nervous smile catching Courtney's eye. "You did fine," she teased, rubbing her arm. She knew he was nervous about public speaking, the poor darling.

Her blue eyes turned to the kids however, hoping they had at least a few questions they could talk about to keep them preoccupied until Nilrem arrived.

She said she wasn't judging them. "Really? Your actually going to try to deny that?" He thought to himself. At the very least she was judging him. He didn't mind, he tried to put on a tough look. She called him a criminal. Again, that is what he was going for.

She was looking at him again, and with him leaning down so far their faces were quite close. He got to see her eyes again, he was actually happy about this. He liked her eyes. It didn't help he had a thing for redheads. But he wasn't really able to enjoy this considering her attitude. He didn't really mind that he was called a criminal. It was more that this girl held herself above everyone else. He didn't mind so much about him being looked down upon. He didn't like being looked down upon, but considering his appearance it was understandable.

After she said her point she stormed off. He stood up straight as she walked away. He crossed his arm and watched her storm off. She walked to the front of the room and sat at the front. He had taken an interest in her for some reason. He was taking this seriously. He really was. He wanted to prove this girl wrong. He wasn't a criminal because he enjoyed it. He didn't want foster homes and the like, and he hated authority quite a bit. Gang life seemed the easiest way for the freedom he wanted. He was actually pretty smart as well, at least he liked to believe. He was gonna prove this girl wrong.

He shook his head vigorously. Why did he care? He pushed the thought of her out of his head.

The rest of his thoughts were cut short when the older individuals at the front began addressing everyone. He spread his legs slightly and stood very tall, weight evenly distributed and arms crossed. He was almost immediately met with a warm breeze to the face, provided by two of the individuals at the front. He enjoyed it, and smiled some, welcoming the warmth.

The teachers began being introduced. He only payed minimal attention to most of them, except of course the one he was to be assigned to, the air teacher Gina Games. She looked stern, and he knew they weren't going to get along.

Atomsk thought to himself. "Maybe I should try to change a little bit while I'm here. After all, I got a get out of jail free card, i might as well make it count." He decided he would start with his look. He couldn't do much at this exact moment. He decided to take off his hat and bandana. His grey hair went down pretty far. It was normally held up some by his hat, but without it it hung down past his shoulders some. It was clean though, and a quick shake of his head straightened it out enough. He felt sort of weird without a hat on.

The subject of questions was brought up. He looked around, hoping to she one out of another, something to fill the empty room with sound. He began flipping his knife repeatedly again. This time switching to four flips before he caught it. He decided to raise his hand to ask the question that had been bugging him since he came here.

"What are we exactly? Where do we come from and what do you want with us?" Three questions, he was annoyed at even himself for that.

Gina Games

The lot looked like...well, teenagers. And teenagers could easily be the bane of her existence. Even when she was one herself, she loathed the idea of the immaturity and hormone spikes. Perhaps that's why Courtney called her a stick in the mud, but to Gina, having such an attitude meant surviving.

Especially now.

At the back, a boy raised his hand with three questions, all valid and to the point. Her blue eyes struck Courtney at once, seething with annoyance. The blonde wasn't supposed to begin without Nilrem, but of course impatience ran through everyone's veins here. None of them knew the value of a properly executed wait.

She stepped forward though, glad to address the boy. "You are human of course. That's plain. You all come from your mothers, which I would think is obvious and we want you here to train you." Her answers were sufficient, but probably not to the students.

"Seventeen years ago, you were all born in the same hospital. Your birthdays are all this week, some of you already 17, some will be in the coming days." The murmur that swept through the crowd confirmed her words. Indeed, everyone's birthday had either passed the previous few days or would be coming to pass. "The hospital you were all born in was attacked. At the time, we were in the hospital as well, some of the few grown survivors. Most did not make it."

"The attack was led by Icarus Whim. None of you know of him, but I'm sure by this point, he knows of all of you. Icarus Whim launched his attack on the hospital to grab the attention of the EF, Elemental Forces. At the time, they had no name, but nowadays that's what they called themselves. The attack was staged on the grounds of a historic conflict that dates back to ancient times and has carried into recent days. The numbers of those who can call upon elements was dwindling and Icarus Whim desired to spread his influence to others. But first, he needed to wipe out his opponent. His only opponent. The EF."

"Fortunately, he didn't succeed. He and his few followers fled, nearly killed in the battle. What he did succeed in doing however, was creating all of you."

Gina let that sink in.

"You were born from battle scars that you cannot see. Converging elements and casted magics course through our veins. We are unlike Icarus Whim and the EF, but we are the same as well. While the EF takes human form to fit in society, we already have human form, a permanent form. You are the first of your kind and you are here to be trained for combat. Because Icarus Whim is returning. And he seeks his children."

Wide eyed at the explanation, Atomsk was taken back. Magic eh? That was as good an explanation as any. He wasn't skeptical at all, taking their answer at face value. Everyone here could control elements. Magic made more sense then most things did.

Icarus Whim, the name of the man who was apparently after all of them. He felt a little uneasy when he was told he knew of all of them. Then again they were all found by the group who brought them here, so it can't be that hard.

Atomsk ran his fingers through his hair, absorbing what they were all just told quickly. He unbuttoned his jacket, showing his plain white t-shirt underneath. The room grew hot quickly due to the number of students playing with fire. He refused to take it off though. The jacket belonged to his father, and being one of his few mementos he cherished it.

He began walking down the steps towards the stage, arms crossed. Something still bugged him. He addressed them without raising his hand. He raised his voice for everyone to hear.

"So what is this conflict? And why should we help you? I bet most of the people who came here weren't aware of some "historic conflict". That's going to put us in harms way right? Why should we fight for you?" The answer he received would influence his opinion some, so he listened intently.

Rodrick

This kid thought something of himself -- important? A thug? -- Rodrick laughed a little as he approached and stepped forward to address him.

"You're in harms way if you're here or not," Rodrick told him, British accent filling the silent auditorium. His eyes flashed across the room, then back to the guy in the aisle. "We're training you so you can defend yourselves. This is for you. Not us."

He nudged Gina beside him. "Gina doesn't even want to be here."

The Indian girl stepped away, scowling.

Tony couldn't quite believe what he had just heard. Icarus Whim? Magical scars? An attack on a hospital?

For such vocal people, turned out his parents could keep secrets...

Though he was sure that if his parents were here they'd protest loudly, or ask questions loudly, or do something loudly. They were loud people, after all.

Tony, himself, just stayed quiet, crouching even closer into a ball. One guy seemed to be on the same page as his parents. He was asking a lot of questions. Questions Tony had never even thought about. Questions Tony didn't have the balls to ask, nor the confidence. Still. The truth about his birth...it was so...outlandish. He had daydreamed of things as fantastic as this, but never expected it to be real! Why had his parents kept this from him? Magical scars...maybe this was the reason he was different from his family? To his knowledge, no one else had any crazy magic battles while they were being born. So this guy, Icarus Whim, was to blame for his quietness? For the disappointment he was?

A gust of wind picked up within the auditorium, swirling around Tony as he clutched his case closer to him, thinking hard. And, as if that wasn't enough, now these people thought it was in his best interest to bring him all the way out to Hicksville? For what? Tony was sure that if Icarus saw him, he wouldn't want anything to do with him.

Why can't people mind their own damn business? he thought bitterly, the wind rushing around him, riffling his hair and scattering any small objects within its vicinity.

Atomsk looked up at the man, who elbowed Gina slightly in a joking fashion. Defend ourselves? They had a point. It isn't like they could do much if this guy came after any of them. He smiled and flicked his hand in the air, a sign of his reluctant approval.

He turned around, hear the front of the auditorium now, and could still see some unsettled students. He had drawn some attention to himself with his questions. It seemed positive for the most part. He saw his own questions as at least a bit insightful. But some of them still felt uneasy. He could tell. One boy was curled up, holding his possessions close to him. He stood observing for a bit not really sure what to do. He had completely forgotten about his knife, but he was till flipping it. He decided to kick it up to five flips before he caught it.

Franki was taken a back by the girl's sudden outburst, but her surprise quickly settled back into it's usual scowl. "Whatever," She grumbled snatching up her bag and moving back to her seat on the other side of the auditorium. She was almost to her seat when a boy in the back started asking questions to the four on the stage.

Franki caught sight of the teenager, taking in his appearance. She was good with faces, perhaps not names, but faces. Everyone here she could easily identify as one of her "schoolmates" now, or describe them to anyone for any specific reason.

This one, the boy asking questions, looked dangerous, but it was just a show. Franki had seen it with her brothers, they all went through that phase. The knife he was flipping, was out of habit not intimidation. At least that's what she saw. He talked casually with the four adults, and barely glanced at the knife. Did he even realize he was doing it? Oh, but he had a past, one that probably explained the tattoos...

Franki was zapped out of her daze by one of the adults' explanation of why they were here. Magic? Well, yeah. Clearly, they all had something in them that was connected to a certain element, and Franki always believed it was magic. Even now. There wasn't really any better way to explain it. But this Icarus dude, he seemed a bit shady.

Slumping down into her seat, Franki bit on her thumbnail as she pondered the explanation.

The gust of wind had caught him off guard. At first he was happy to be dried off, but the weight of the situation came crashing down on him - that this wasn't some cleverly executed prank. He had seen the woman control the wind, there was no way external forces were used to create such an effect. The boy stood still, the world silent around him as he continued to absorb the information. The words of the adults broke through the spell, there was someone out there that made them like this, and he was after them. They all had an ability of an element, and they were in danger. Sunan sat down without a word, pulling back on his hooded sweatshirt.

He ran his hands through is now fluffy, messy hair, and shut his eyes closed tight. "I'm getting such a headache." He mumbled, already feeling a light pain under his skull. No, there was no way any of that was true. It was crazy talk. Yet, no matter how much his mind tried to deny it, Sunan knew that everything they said was true. It explained a lot, there had always been a feeling inside of hi, like a connection to the Earth, that no one ever understood when he explained it. Even the monks didn't have an answer for him, and instead pushed him to let go of his wordily connections. His mind flashed back to his wavering beliefs, and to a time where he shaved his head and slept on the floor, learning about achieving nirvana. That's what this felt like, information that he wanted to devour and deny at the same time, because it scared him.

His hands fell from his head, and his eyes shot back open. He wanted to leave already, this place was making him feel claustrophobic. A frown was set into his expression, he couldn't tell what he was feeling. Anger, towards the man who gave him these magical scars. Denial, because all of this was too much for someone so young to handle. Frustration, from being plucked form his comfortable life into discord. Fear, for what laid ahead of him. Excitement, for the knowledge and enlightenment he would receive. It was all too complicated though, he wished he could just watch from the outside.

Sunan pushed all these feelings aside, yet held onto a shred of irritation. All he could think about was getting out of this place to clear his head, even the sight of the inhabitants of the room was annoying him. A gust of wind blew his hair around, was that still a thing that was happening? He looked back over to Gina, but it didn't look like she was the culprit. No, he glanced over to the boy sitting not too far from him, clutching an instrumental case with an interesting expression. Right, they were all supposed to have some sort of elemental ability, and his must be air, judging by how the wind seemed to center around him.

"Chill out." His words were more scathing than he intended them to be, and his expression was far from being kind. Noticing this, Sunan tried to soften his expression, but was mostly unsuccessful. They didn't need any more freak-outs, like earlier with the water, he didn't want to know what an out of control air elementalist could do.

Leilani, back to her old self, spritzed the kid that was staring a mini-cyclone with a bit of cold water to shock him out of it, and gave him a smile, which was both cute and slightly creepy, given her scarring.
"Hey, calm down, it'll be alright, okay? We don't need more problems, and I'd rather take all the flak than you ending up in trouble as well." She realized she was being hypocritical with telling him to calm down, but she was being serious when she said she would take all the flak. After all, she was the one with somewhat of an excuse, they might go easy on her. Although her mind did slip over to what they had said earlier...
{So I've always been scarred, huh... Figures the inside matches the outside... I'm just one big karma sink, aren't I?} she thought to herself with a little smile on the outside so people wouldn't notice her sudden pain at the thought. She shook off the idea and put a hand on Tony's shoulder to speak to him, letting the moisture in the air be pulled onto their skin, leaving them both cooled down.
"You're okay... No one here is going to hurt you. We all came here because we're all the same on the inside, and we all felt that this was something that called to us, in one way or another. If you're here for yourself, good. If you're here to help others, great. If you're here to prove to yourself you aren't worthless, join the club. All that matters is that we need to let ourselves be open. Should be easy for a cutie like yourself~!" This little speech had a real smile and a wink tacked on to it.