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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Dorm Room → Control Room Arena
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Himself
[b][u]Mood:[/u][/b] Contemplative → Neutral Confidence
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Unlike most people Elijah didn't receive some fancy email through the power of technology, but was rather surprised when a small envelope appeared under his dorm room door one morning; how curious, and written in braille as well. As his hand glided over the raised bumps his gaze became rather contemplative, an invitation to the tournament, his thoughts wandered from the unexpected to the anticipated. Did they finally believe he had enough control? Regardless of whether the professors believed so or not, he felt prepared, and though he didn't know his competition yet, he would find out soon enough.

The one known as Brimstone had gotten up rather early to meditate on the events of the day and the previous weeks. After his endeavor with Eliana he hadn't seen neither hide nor tail of her, and though worry had spread through his core, he suppressed the feeling, not wanting to be seen as some attention seeking dog; far from it. As for the tourney, well the time was nearing and grabbing his cloak he was out the door, his strides long and confident as he found his way to the control room arena. Others had already arrived, some he recognized, others he did not, Lucas in particular stood out to him, Gianna's right hand man, and a tournament of terror champion. If Lucas was in this, then things would definitely get dangerous, if anyone was truly a match for his raw strength though, Elijah felt confident that he would be the one to. As the saying goes, get too close to the sun and you may just burn.
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Dorm Room → Control Room Arena
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Hemself
[b][u]Mood:[/u][/b] Meltdown commencing → Exhausted/Unaware
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The young blonde had found herself tangled up in her bed sheets, hyperventilating and completely freaking the actual fuck out. After a really pleasant meeting with Minako and her new friend, Kayla had found herself spending more and more time, particularly with Minako. Now days later, after checking through her emails, she found the one that made her face turn paler than a ghost and she immediately hid herself away, locking herself in her room and trying to ostrich her way into the dirt.

[color=Azure][i]"Whymewhymewhyme~?!"[/i][/color] Kayla thought, her stomach turning knots in protest to the amount of stress and anxiety she felt. She wasn't a real super, sure she had her suit, but why choose her for this?! She hadn't even passed that many levels in the control room and yet they were literally throwing her to the wolves, or sharks, or frickin dragons that were the super powers of Mayweather and Delphina. She couldn't handle it, and yet she was absolutely, positively supposed to come to this frickin thing! That night, Silver did not sleep so well.

Exhaustion. It was written plainly on her face, anxiety and self doubt, add in a lack of sleep, equals to suddenly not caring about anything as exhaustion sets in. No sleep, not a single hour, and after this...she might actually have to skip classes, but could she even bring herself to sleep again? Kayla Styles trudged her way towards the control room arena, it was all she could do as auto-pilot suddenly set in as the alarm went off. She had put on clothing, but had done nothing to her hair, no makeup, no freshness, just a completely sad panda.

She entered the building, then the room, if there were others there she didn't register them. She felt like a phantom, a dead man simply waiting for the gallows as she fell in line, lifeless, listless. This was the end for her.
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Dorm Room → White Room
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Himself
[b][u]Mood:[/u][/b] Unsure of his warning → Surprised → Content with life
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After having overheard the meeting between the three Delphinas, Hugo had tried to search high and low for Samantha. When he did finally catch her, she was with her friend Avalon, and as Hugo approached, ready to tell her of the secret meeting, something stopped him. At the mere mention of Gianna, Sam's eyes suddenly lit up in an awful way, a similar glaring look of damnation that he had seen from Gianna herself, something sinister. It stopped him, and rather than having nothing to report, he simply played it off as an invitation for her, him and Gianna to get rather...intimate with one another. The glaring daggers and sudden change in wind speed was all the message he needed for him to hop away from mother hurricane; FAR AWAY. Now days later he received a message to join in the winter formal committee, which completely surprised him. Usually he wasn't tasked with such promising events due to his forgetfulness, the fact that he was chosen must of meant they at least wanted his imput and if was that important, he'd have to at least write it down somewhere.

Hugo walked through the halls towards the white room, in jeans, a flannel, barefoot and hair tied up in a man bun. His usual duffel pack was strapped to his back, his sword in one hand, his guitar in the other. As he approached the room he casually grasped the sword in his guitar hand to allow himself entrance to the meeting room. It didn't look like anyone else had arrived and with a big smile and friendly wave he entered inside and seated himself at an appropriate chair close by the window, having set his pack and sword by it, opting to keep his guitar in hand. Kicking his feet up on the table he lightly played his guitar, just strumming a few strings as he waited for the meeting to start.

Out of nowhere a rather handsome Asian made a rather exuberant appearance, spinning in his chair several times before shouting to the world and throwing confetti in the air. Hugo was a dimension hopper, so the fact that someone else could do it didn't really surprise him, even if it may have surprised others. After the young man had made his entrance Hugo raised his hand and waved to the Asian.

[color=669900]"Bonjour."[/color] And immediately went back to playing his guitar.