one-x-one - nemesis~ and Nepphy~

[herondale.]

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As he walked towards the building, Kyle constantly had to put up with his mothers flapping and constant questions, checking if he was alright over and over. It was making him increasingly more aggitated. The fact she felt the need to be like this, to be so paranoid about his safety, was irritating. He exhaled sharply as he hesitated at the doors, cutting off his mother who was still running on her tirade. "I can go the rest of the way by myself," he said. His tone was a little too blunt than he needed but his mother was starting to get on his nerves.

She just seemed to stare at him then suddenly all those glittering tears were falling down her face. Kyle groaned before he laughed and pulled his mother into a hug. He had such weak parents; a mute father and blubbering wreck of a mother. "You really need to stop crying," he muttered as he hug her. Her returning hug was incredibly tight but he said nothing. He was at least a few inches taller than his mother so he could practically rest his head atop of hers.

Chuckling slightly, he said, "You can let go now." He could feel his jacket getting stained and he rolled his eyes once more till his mother finally removed herself.
"Now," she sniffled, her arms now on his shoulders, "you look after yourself, alright?"
Kyle smirked a little. "You make it sound like I won't see you again." He shook his head a little before replying, "I'll be fine. Now get back into the car before I throw you in!" His tone was joking and he was thankful to provoke a laugh from his mother.

She hugged him a final time before finally heading towards the car. Kyle sighed quietly and watched as she hesitated before igniting the ignition and finally pulling out of the parking lot. With a strained sigh followed by a dry chuckle, Kyle headed towards the Headmasters Building once more. As he neared the automatic doors, he noticed Catriona and he prayed to God that she hadn't just seen all that.

Trying to feign off any embarressment for that, Kyle spoke before anything could be said. "Hey," Kyle said, "thanks for waiting for me. My mother certainly likes to waste time." His voice sounded a little spiteful near the end but there was still a slight smile on his face nonetheless.

{ ~ Ooh, they could do.. ~ }

[ephemeral.light]

[ Okay. That would make things interesting. ]

[ Catriona Breman ]

Catriona watched Kyle and his mother from her spot, a smile of amusement curving up at her lips as she saw her crying. She'd never see anyone's parents cry so openly the way she did in open public, even though there wasn't anyone around but her. Her mother, for that matter, had always restrained her tears and never cried. As for her father... well, she hardly even saw her father except on important occassions like that morning. But even then, he'd only helped her mother wake her up, then had stood in the shadows silently, watching her leave without even a word of farewell.

She fingered with the shoulder straps of the duffel bag absent-mindedly as she watched them have their conversation. Their voices reached her, even though she couldn't quite make out the actual words. But the narration for what was going on wasn't really needed, one only had to look at the scene to be able to guess what they were saying.

She nodded at him as he headed towards her, glad that she'd spoken with him the previous night and that they at least somewhat knew each other. It was better that they weren't acting like total strangers in this foreign place, anyways. "Hi," she said, "And don't worry about it. My mother went through that phase when she got here as well." At least her mother's leave hadn't been quite so embarrassing, with the tears and hugs and all. It had just been a simple turn-around-and-go.

[herondale.]

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Kyle had slung his duffel bag over his shoulder as he walked further into the lobby. He glanced around himself with vague interest and guessed that the place didn't look that badly furnished. He'd had a horrible mental image of some run-down school in the back end of nowhere.

Well, the last part was right.

He'd remembered the ride here and how nerve-wrecking it had first been. His mother had managed to navigate her way safely through the forest as though she'd done it before and, despite her constant harrassing him, they made it out of the darkest area of the forest with a problem. But, after that, there had been practically nothing since most of the forests had been destroyed either by dark magic and monsters or man-kind trying to 'burn out' the monsters. The landscape was charred and disfigured now that man was ultimately scared for their survival.

When Catriona said that her mother had left a similar way, Kyle smiled ever so slightly. He shook his head a little. "My mother never fails to embarress me," he sighed as he continued to walk further through the lobby. He prused his lips a little as he looked around. He saw the woman sat behind the desk but it was almost like she was in a world of her own, barely acknowledging their existence. "Are we supposed to wait here?"

[ephemeral.light]

[ Hm, we may also have to roleplay some of the teachers ourselves. I'll take the receptionist lady for now. ]

[ Catriona Breman ]

Catriona followed Kyle to the front desk, where the woman sat, typing busily on her computer. What was wrong with her, anyways? Wasn't the job of the front desk people always to handle the new students or those with questions? This woman obviously wasn't doing any of the above, and was hardly even acknowledging their existence. "I don't know. I think..."

She trailed off, beginning to head towards the receptionist. "Excuse me.." She glanced around the marbled counter, finding the nameplate, "Mrs. Walker. We're both new students here, and we're looking to get in right now. Is there some sort of sign-in form, or check in list, or something of the sort?"

[ Receptionist ]

The receptionist glanced up at the sound of the girl. She nodded at her, then motioned for Kyle to come over as well. "Yes, there is a sign in form." Then she bent her head over several paper forms and began to write again, as if they weren't there. She did not mention where the sign in form was, or provide them with it. It was so amusing sometimes, playing these games with the new students.

[herondale.]

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Kyle followed Catriona over to the receptionists desk and frowned at the arrogant woman sat behind him. He folded his arms over his chest and idly cleared his throat so that the two of them had a little more attention. When Catriona spoke to the woman - Mrs. Walker or whatever her damn name was - Kyle hated how she barely seemed to give them both a second glance.

And when the woman simply said that there was a form to fill out before returning to the sheets in front of her, Kyle was so close to losing his tether. He glanced at Amber and sighed sharply, resting a hand on the desk. His hand grazed one of the many sheets of paper on the womans desk and, before he knew it, it had sparked alight. Kyle froze momentarily before he slammed his hand over the top of the flames, extinguishing them. He cleared his throat a little, glancing at Amber then at the woman behind the desk. "Where, exactly, are these forms?"

[ephemeral.light]

[ Catriona Breman ]

Catriona stared at the woman with piercing eyes, arms crossed over her chest. Her attention was suddenly drawn to a stack of papers towards the side, set afire. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as Kyle quickly slapped his hand onto the desk and extinguished the flames. Catriona stiffened, the seventeen year old's memory returning to her last birthday party, where something similar had happened. The cake had been set ablaze. She had been startled when she'd seen the flames, but right now, Kyle hardly even seemed fazed by what he'd just did.

She looked up at him with an awed expression. "How did you do that?" she whispered, forgetting about the darned sign in sheet. Normally, she would have spoken aloud, but with the quietness around the Headmaster's Building, talking in her normal volume would have made her feel out of place.

[ Receptionist ]

The woman glanced up at Kyle, pointing towards a wired basket towards the side. She hadn't showed any emotion when the flyers had burst into flames, or when he'd put his hand down on them and extinguished the flames. After working at the academy for a few months, she'd learned to quench any expressions of awe or amazement and works of magic. She hadn't yet seen an elementalist around, but there had been plenty of wizards in training to help her get used to the idea.

[herondale.]

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Although he managed to keep a reasonably calm and placid expression, internally Kyle was freaky out. Since when did he set fire to things? Perhaps coat them in a few layers of snow, yes, but fire...? That just made no sense.

He'd noticed Catriona stiffen but thought it only because the flyers had just spontaneously caught fire, nothing more. Kyle simply nodded when Mrs. Walker pointed them in the right direction of the sign-in forms before he cautiously lifted his hand up to see the edge charred edge of the paper. His face creased a little. It looked like the edge hadn't charred but become frost bitten, coated in a thin layer of ice. Now he was majorly confused.

Kyle lifted his gaze from the paper to look at Catriona when she spoke to him. "Honestly," he began, keeping his own voice low as he moved towards the sign-in forms, "I have absolutely no idea." He laughed a little in disbelief before he pulled out two of the forms and handed one to Catriona. Admittedly he held the forms a little gingerly at first as if expecting them to burst up in what must've been ice-flames again. He managed to relax enough to fill them in, nabbing two pens off the desk and handing one to Catriona.

{ ~ Damnit, I keep getting Kyle's element confused. ¬_¬ Doesn't help that I'm in another elemental roleplay with Kyle and he controls fire. Shall we just say that they can both control more than one element but there is a certain element that they are strongest with? ~ }

[ephemeral.light]

[That would work fine as well. Kyle could have fire and snow as his elements, and I'll give Catriona fire and earth.]

[ Catriona Breman ]

She followed Kyle slowly towards the sign in forms, holding it cautiously for a second before completely taking it and filling it out. She to admit that she'd been somwaht expecting those papers to burst into flames after he'd touched them. "Heh," she chuckled, "and it didn't hurt at all, when you slapped your palm straight into those flames?"

She felt strangely calm, despite what she'd seen. Her mind was dwelling again on the happening a year ago, when she herself had burned up the cake. Actually, it hadn't been proven that she had been the one, but she was sure that it was her. Right before the cake had burst into flames, she'd felt a boiling anger and forbidden power rising in her. But surely it was not a coincidence that the two of them where here now? Surely this was not a secret magicians' lair where they would be taken an punished. She bent her head over the forms, filling out the fields with intense concentration to keep her mind from wandering. Name, gender and check in time.. and at the very bottom, the receptionist's signature. She glanced at Kyle, seeing if he'd finished, and began to edge towards Mrs. Walker. She didn't feel like facing the mute old woman again, suddenly afraid for herself.

[herondale.]

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Kyle skimmed the form in his hands and with a slight roll of his shoulders began to fill it out, idly biting on the end of his pen in intervals. He paused in looking at the sheet when he heard Catriona and he shooked his head. "Well, no. Not really. I mean, I guess it hurt a little but barely," he said idly as he continued to fill out the sheet.

But he was greatly confused. He'd never ever done that before. There had only been that accident with the grass when the authorities had given up on his mother but that was all. And then he'd been consumed with great anger and grief. Literally every cell within him had been buzzing with it. This had just been something as small as getting a little frustrated and brushing a piece of paper.

Once he completed the sheet, Kyle looked up at Catriona on seeing that they would need the receptionist signature. Oh the joy he thought with vast amounts of disdain. With a quiet sigh, Kyle followed Catriona back over to the desk. "Er, can you sign our forms?" he asked in a polite enough voice.

{ ~ Okay. ~ }

[ephemeral.light]

[ Catriona Breman ]

Catriona watched as Kyle filled out the last of his form, and went towards the receptionist again. She pushed the form forward, holding the piece of paper down with her palm. "Please," she added, even though she doesn't deserve that at all. Oh, if only she could end her silent game and be done with it already. She tired easily of people like that - thought them not only irritating but kind of boring as well. Did she think this was funny? It was getting kind of old.

[ Receptionist ]

The receptionist looked up briefly from her writing and held up a crooked finger, as if to say one moment. Her head bent over the papers once more, finishing the sentence, before looking up again. She picked up a silver pen connected to the counter with a string of beads, then quickly signed the bottom of the two papers with a flourish. "Papers go in the basket again. The.. professor and his assistant are on the way. He'll give you a quick tour and you begin your real training - I mean, learning - tomorrow.They'll be coming out that door." She spoke quickly, tripping slightly over her own words, as if she couldn't wait to finish the instructions.