Ryan had been hanging around the training grounds for a while. After all, Z was still there, unconscious, and he was supposed to send Z off to the infirmary or something like that, but dragging a heavy man like him around would be a pain in the ass. He simply left Z where he was. Not like Z would get angry since he was unconscious. How would he tell that Ryan had left him for dead?

Ryan was about to leave when he noticed that a door had been left slightly ajar. It was where the spare training uniforms were usually stored in. Slowly inching the door open, he noticed there was a female there- The same one who's male friend asked him to go give medical help to Z.

"You trying to train there? There really isn't anyone around here at the moment to spar with, and the mentors aren't here that early."

She jumped and turned around startled at the sudden voice in the room. Her face was still pale and her eyes were dark, she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Oh uhh." She said as she looked away and towards the ground. "I just needed something to wear." She said sheepishly as she gripped her elbow. "I've never fought before, so." This definitely wasn't a place for me. she practically said with her eyes.

James couldn't help but smile, holding her in his arms up high above ever cloud in the sky, "You brought me back...You made me...me again." He looked into her eyes as a slight breeze ruffled their hair, "I am happy with you...and for the first time in a long time...I'm flying because of you." He leaned in, "You know what the most beautiful part of all this is?" He kissed her deeply holding her there in the sky...it just felt right. After a few seconds he broke the kiss, "You."

"Oh. Well, I do suppose these training uniforms are pretty comfortable. And this place is for training people to fight after all... no time like to present to learn.." The girl seemed pretty uncomfortable around him, she didn't even make eye contact with him. In fact, it seems that was what she was plainly trying to prevent. "Where's your boyfriend from before? The guy that beat up Z? He doesn't seem like the type to have you run off alone."

Her cheeks beacame red as she covered her mouth to hide the gasp. Alex... My boyfriend. She wanted to jump around but they had only kissed a few times and they- She felt her stomach knot, boyfriend didn't even fit the whole criteria of Alex. "He not my boyfriend!" She stuttered nervously, she then looked away nervously again, tucking her hair. "Well.. Actually I don't know.." She sat down and looked out in front of her. "I walked away from him.. why would he want me anymore." Her face sunk back to staring down to the tops of her knees. "I don't belong here." She sighed. "But I am tired of feeling sorry for myself."

Woah. He guessed right for once, judging by her reaction. "Complicated relationship eh? I don't know exactly what the fight was but... Things like this usually find a way of resolving themselves. I don't mean to come off as rude... or prying.. but.. Do you think he returns your feelings? Perhaps that is the first thing you should ponder on.. If he really loves you, this dispute shouldn't change anything, this guy, or Alex, should be there through the bad times and the good. People fight all the time. Only those who truly care about each other will make up, come to an understanding."

Ryan blew smoke clouds from his cigarette, and used his lucen powers to form shapes with the smoke. "If you're feeling sorry for yourself, no one can really change that but yourself. True, they may try and praise you, reward you. But they can't force you to feel good about yourself. That is a choice you have to make. It helps to focus on the good, rather than the bad. Of course, you can always say what I'm saying is bullshit, but I'm not forcing you to do anything. Do what you want to do. I'm merely giving advice."

She sighed heavily, she had no idea what was going on she had only been back for one night! She tugged on her hair and groaned, her head was beginning to form a ache in the sides of her temples. Alex loved her, he even said it but she was cold towards him and she had always been some sort of trigger to his emotions. She lifted her head to watch him play with the lingering smoke. She wanted to throw her hands up and scream, that's exactly what she has been trying to figure out, why happiness from others doesn't make her exactly happy, but then her ego shrunk back to it's size and she slumped on the bench. "Yeah, but there isn't much for me to be happy about myself. I'm a 'human' with freaky powers." She face her palm upwards a glowing colorful cluster form created in her hand and began to spin slowly, the galaxy shimmered as other stars beamed in the background.

Nessie felt the heat in her cheeks, but for once, she didn't care about the blush. She returned his kiss, and swallowed when he continued. Her. "-t-thats s-s-sweet, b-b-but I'm s-s-s-sure it isn't t-t-true" she said, even still, she kissed him again before pulling away and laying her head on his chest.

Huh. He'd never seen someone do something like that before. "Neat trick. Can't quite say I can do that too." Ryan inhaled some more smoke before continuing. "But you like someone, don't you? Doesn't he make you happy? Otherwise, why would you be in love with him?" Ryan didn't exactly know what she meant when she sarcastically identified herself as a "human". But he wasn't about to ask. True, what she was doing right now was technically impossible for anyone else to do... or for a human to do.. "You have that at least. Isn't that something to be happy about? You have someone. It can't be all bad. And why do you think your powers are "freaky"? Is that how you perceive it, or is that how you think others perceive it?" He sighed a bit and Happiness is a choice. There are people out there who have nothing but the clothes on their backs, no close friends or family, and they seem like the most cheerful and optimistic people on the planet. I even had the chance to meet a few of them. Point I'm trying to make here is, you have things to be happy about. But you have to think that way. You keep thinking that there's nothing to be happy about, you're not going to be happy, as simple as that."

James ran his fingers through her hair, "It's true to me Nes..." His eyes seemed to sparkle as he held her there floating high above the earth, "You are so beautiful..." He smiled, "Let me describe you the way I see you." James looked out over the sky, "Your soul is colorful like the horizon at dusk...Your eyes are green like the sparkling Ocean...Everything about you are more beautiful than nature itself."

She blinked up at him as he continued to lecture her on if she was in love and what not which only made her head hurt worse, it wasn't that easy to just run down merry lane. Yes, she had someone but this someone hasn't seen her in twenty years, and this someone is no longer the someone she knew and is as corrupted as she was and the closer they stay to each other the more worse things become, because they are two mentally unstable nuclear warheads and heartbreak could easily be the reason the world explodes. Her thoughts exhausted her more as she burned away the galaxy in her hand, her body felt heavy along with the pounding in her head. His questions were far too complex for her mind set at the moment, yes she cared what other people thought but she was always singled out for her own powers which doesn't help the fact that she barely knows how to control them, and controlling them usually means losing control and that means BOOM someone no longer as a face.She pressed against her temples as she tried to separate the good things from the bad things, but the bad definitely outweighed the good. Images of her past tragedies began to swarm her thoughts. She groaned again. "I just... I don't feel like myself here.. and that scares me."

Nessie listened to him as she spoke. A little click seemed to resound within her as if a puzzle piece was fitting together. "Oh, James..." She looked up at him, smiling. Had she ever stopped smiling with him? She didn't know. Right then, she felt like she could do anything, could be anything, and it was all thanks to him. She wasn't good with feelings, wasn't good with words full stop, but despite that..."I'm g-glad I c-came h-here now. Otherwise, I w-wouldn't h-have met y-you"

Ryan sighed. Maybe there was only one solution to her problems. "You keep saying you aren't happy here. That you don't belong." Ryan then put out his cigarette.

"If you don't belong here, where do you belong?"

She turned away from him and brought her knees to her chest, she had no idea. She traveled the universe for twenty years to find her home but nothing ever felt right, that's why she returned to earth, it was the only place she knew she [I] could [/] return to. But she decided to play denial. "I belong here. I just don't know where, here." She huffed.

Ryan shrugged. Seemed this girl couldn't decide whether she was happy or sad here. Then again, he of all people really didn't have the right to judge. "If you think that you belong somewhere here, why don't you look me in the eye and tell me." While this might be pushing it a bit... Maybe it'd be better in the long run if she was able to. Or simply make it worse, if she wasn't or simply grew angry at him. He'd have to wait and see.

She gritted her teeth from the pain deafening her ability to think clearly, her body was heated from head to toe before she stood and and whisk herself to look at her, her eyes no long black but shimmering silver. "Because I lied! I don't know where I fit in, and if I may say it really sucks belonging here because this world deserves to burn! Her body engulfed itself behind blue and violet flames that covered her and floated with each strand of her hair, but soon it began to burn her. Her flames were so cold they were scorching hot as if she had been born in the depths of a volcano or the core of the sun. The heat was so extreme that it would even burn her if she wasn't capable of controlling it. She cried out as it began to sizzle against her skin. "Alex!" She cried out again. The metal bench she had sat on had started to melt along with the metal cages that held the other student's combat clothing where they began to burn bright blues and whites. "Alex!"

In an instant, without his normal flame, Alex was there next to her. "Nyx..." He said, reaching out for her. The flames started to burn his skin, something not even Z's fire had ever been able to do, but he ignored it. He took her in his arms and stroked her hair, talking to her in a quiet voice. "It's alright Nyx, everything is going to be alright. I'm here now, don't be afraid, don't worry." He kept stroking her hair and whispering to her until she could bring herself under control. "You're alright Nyx, I won't let anything hurt you."

The flame's first instinct was to protect Nyx by surrounding the object that had pulled her in to their arms. The flames hissed wildly around them until Nyx consciousness finally returned. She opened her eyes to feel the sensation on her skin but the words felt like rushing water to her and she could feel her body's resistance overcome the pain. She shut her eyes tight and told herself to relax as much as possible and the flames soon began to disperse and fade leaving them covered in blisters and burns, luckily the suit was capable of staying in tact as well as his clothing. Her body felt limp against him as she let out a weak sight. "That's the worst... it's ever..." She could hardly speak.

Ryan shielded his eyes as the girl, in other words, went supernova. Ryan had gotten her to admit that the truth... and she was pretty much going to kill him, even if she wasn't trying to. The side of his face that was facing her burned badly, and the stench of burnt skin filled the room. His hands that were shielding his eyes were getting burnt pretty badly as well. Glancing at one of the windows, his reflection revealed that half of his face was bloodied and areas were somewhat burnt. His arms were riddled with scorch marks. To say he was hurt was a bit of an understatement. It felt as if he had gone next to the sun itself...

But Alex, her, sort of boyfriend comforted her, and she stopped. Heh, maybe next time he should remember that this girl could pretty much kill him if he much less stood next to her. Was it worth it? Perhaps. His face and right arm hurt immensely. And the boyfriend would probably have questions for him. Oh joy. Wouldn't that be fun.

"You must be Alex. I suppose I have to thank you for saving my life."

"Shhhh," He said, holding her closer. The burns he had taken were already starting to heal. "Don't try to talk yet. Let yourself rest for a bit, I'm not going anywhere." He gently moved them both off the molten metal. "I was an idiot to let you run off. I know how bad things can get when you're upset, but I let my own feelings get in the way of protecting you." He looked at Ryan briefly and gave him a 'Let me deal with this first' look.