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[center][i]Cafeteria, Lunchtime[/i][/center]

Saqui's eyebrows rose in surprise as she processed the new information. 

[color=yellow]"Well, it's true you learn something new everyday"[/color] She smiled before adding on [color=yellow]"Six hundred years? I mean wow that's, just...wow"[/color] 

She wasn't even sure how to react to that one, though the logical side of her brain was working over time to piece the new information together. Every nugget of knowledge, regardless of what it was about feed her curiosity. 

[color=yellow]"Oh..."[/color] Saqui responded [color=yellow]"Learning to do all of those without training is impressive. Considering how many people lived there, were there no other elementalists around?"[/color] She asked, trying to get a better picture of what she was being told.

Her eyes widened as she listened to Gus explain the capabilities of his father, grimacing as she automatically pictured the scene he spoke off. [color=yellow][i]'Lay off the cult movies, Saqui'[/i][/color]. The idea that a wound as severe as that one could be healed in a matter of minutes was unbelievable, hearing that it had happened in reality before Gus's eyes had Saqui questioning her view of the world, it was an ongoing thought process in the back of her mind as she focused on the two students in front of her.

[color=yellow]"Your father sounds like a great man with a clear passion for what he does"[/color] She told Gus, processing the weight of his last sentence she wondered about saying more but...she didn't know the large lad well enough to comment further. 

Her ears figuratively pricked up at Gus's snippet of information, instantly aroused by the word rare. It was perfect. And whilst she silently listened to Gus, she made a mental note to look into it. 

[color=yellow]"Never catalogued...unique. Sounds like the perfect mixture for a field guide"[/color] She commented, already planning on doing just that once she knew her schedule. Not for the sake of the wider world, just her own curiosity. 

Her eyebrows  twitched up as Gus got up, watching him with a quizzical look on her face as he gripped the edge of the table. She had no reason to believe he would harm her but she wasn't free of concern as his arms flexed and his skin turned to a dark red...she was half expecting him to utter the words Hulk smash before flipping the table across the cafeteria. The other half of her wished her brother owned more than one comic and that she would regain her grip on reality. 

Saqui for one hadn't seen anything like what Gus was  currently demonstrating for them, pulling her arms back to her side, palm facing forward, she watched on slacked jawed and visibly impressed [color=yellow][i]'Okay...was not expecting that'[/i][/color] .

She leant back in her chair as the large man carefully put the table back down, looking over at him with something akin to awe still present in her expression. Recovering, she rested her hands on the table and consciously told herself to close her mouth. 

[color=yellow]"That was amazing! I mean how, even, just..."[/color] Saqui hadn't the chance to arrange the words in her head before they fell from her lips. Unable to work out the maths in her head, she gripped the table and tested its weight. It wasn't a precise reading but it gave her an idea. 

Calming down enough to actually listen to Gus as he sat back down, Saqui felt a shiver pass through her.

[color=yellow]"Ouch to that"[/color] She commented, though she'd never broken a bone herself she was reminded of the time her father had broken his wrist and had to have it reset before it could be splinted.

[color=yellow]"I'm a little jealous of you Gus, not going to lie. You've got everything going for you"[/color] She decided [color=yellow]"Able to heal others as well as hold your own, it's inspiring"[/color] With that said a smile returned to her face, warming her expression.

Saqui tilted her head to the side, her forehead creasing as she thought over Brunhilde's answer to her question. Judging by what she'd learn in the short time she'd known the small girl, she could only think of a few reasons why, the previous days events had escaped her. 

[color=yellow]"If it's not written in that notebook, perhaps it's in another one?"[/color] She gave a small shrug of her shoulders, before the lines on her face evened out and that bright, inquisitive glow returned to her expression. 

[color=yellow]"If you want, I could help you find out? It shouldn't take too long to track down one of those hall monitors and get the story out of them"[/color]

Her enthusiasm for the task was fueled for the most part, by a need to be helpful and encourage the other students to like her. But there was a more selfish reason behind it as well, she [i]really[/i] wanted to know what had happened yesterday...the mystery surrounding it was as compelling as catnip was to a cat

[@Zelosse][@Azereiah]