[center][h1][colour=SlateGray]Edgar Quantus[/colour][/h1][/center]

[center][@GrafRoy Zeppeli][/center]

The energy surrounding both Edgar and Sorcha was powerful, and probably visible. The air was charged with high voltage, but for some reason didn't affect anything. Every hair on his body stood on end as the magic cast, but did nothing. There was no visible or subtle effect from his magic. What had happened? Was the Dragon-kin somehow excluded from the timline, or was there some interference?

Then he felt something, almost like teleportation, but it felt a bit different. Like something had been [i]summoned[/i] behind him, but it also didn't feel like anything had been cast. Not that there was any residual effect from most magic, but people could feel it in their gut, as if they were being attacked. Whatever did indeed teleport in, it pushed Edgar towards the Dragon-kin with a pretty considerable force. He let go of the glaive as he moved, and stumbled towards Sorcha with the same amount of force.

Then he felt the exact same presence appear behind her, and before he could register what had happened, the two collided and the dragon was hugging him. 

[color=pink][b]"My, how bold! Doing that in plain daylight, what a lovey dovey couple! Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!"[/b][/color]

He knew that voice a little too well. It had been in his head on day one, and he had been there when he had revealed that someone had the Eye of Baphel. A was messing around with people a little too much, and Edgar honestly disliked it. A lot.

[color=aba000]"Hmph, very well. You have made a mistake, human...I was looking for someone to possibly be my master, but it seems you wish to be my enemy instead."[/color]

Wait what? The Dragon had let him go, leaving him standing dumbfounded. He had guessed that she wasn't a mage, but she had come to be a familiar?! Also, what was it about being enemies? She started it, ruining the sandwich he had paid good money for. He looked up to the Dragon, who was now hovering above the courtyard.

[b]"I'd kinda rather not be enemies. I mean, I wouldn't want to have someone resistant to time against me."[/b] but she had already flown off.

It was then that everything dawned upon him, and he realised everything that had just happened. All his runes lit up, his cheeks flushed and his Eye hurt. He was going to kill A when he found him.

[b]"A! Where the hell are you?! I'm going to break your fucking neck if I find you."[/b] and with that, he turned towards where he heard the Director's voice and pushed past some students, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of the bastard, or even his presence.

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[colour=DimGray][h1][center]Synth Kane[/center][/h1][/colour]

[center][@Musoka][@GrafRoy Zeppeli][/center]

Everything Alistair said gave Synth more reasons to dislike him. Apparently Alisrtair didn't mean him when he said asshole, which of course meant the only other person could have been A. And he was right; A was a bit of a dick. But a dick you couldn't help but like, despite his... Overwhelming power and personality. 

And, apparently, the young teacher was decisive. Working out that [i]Synth[/i] wasn't his first name was a pretty simple, but figuring out his age of possession? He might have been more impressive than he first thought, though he was still a prick. And then the question about what he would be teaching.

[colour=DimGray]"Well, you would be right. Synth isn't my real name, but it's better to use it than my real one"[/colour] the look in his eyes would immediately notify anyone he wouldn't talk, [colour=DimGray]"And as for my area of teaching, you should know by now. Then again, Alistair, I don't expect someone as young as you to listen. But, for the last time, I'm hear to teach classes about shadows and darkness, some psychology, and some Pythones stuff. And, Juliann, how might you mean [i]volatile[/i]? Just because I tried to kill the child doesn't make me unpredictable."[/colour]

And it was very, very clear that Alistair was looking the teacher over. Synth was too, in fact, but with a different curiosity. A curiosity that burned through the woman. A curiosity about her power.