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Leval Lamrue

As he looked around the battlefield, alert for danger, he heard Grace's psychic response on saw her disappear. Immediately after, the clouds parted and an angel came down in a searing column of bright light. Leval's eyes bulged slightly as he looked for the signs of illusions and found none. 'Is it possible Angels are real? If that is true, then their really is an afterlife! She had a file on me! Actions in this life do have meaning and are constantly judged! That implies... wait later! Think about this later!' Leval shook off his literal revelation for the time being and focused on ensuring that the combat above and on the ground did not lead to he or Shela becoming a casualty. 

The battle with Blake seemed to be quite fierce. For a brief moment, Leval felt some pity for Blake, but glancing back at Shela, Leval felt his heart harden. Blake deserved all he had coming for what he had done. 'Why the hell would someone who would, instantly and with no provocation, try to murder children be invited to this academy? There is no logic to it at all. What did the man think was going to happen as a result of his actions?'

At long last, Arken appeared and with his arrival came an end to the fighting. Again, Leval turned to look at Shela as his wound was healed and gave her a warm smile. "It is good to meet you Shela. And I suppose you as well Drake. That must have been very frightening to go through, but I am glad you got through it okay. After we get access to our rooms I'll make you some hot chocolate, okay?"

He couldn't help but feel somewhat proud when Arken praised his actions to protect his young fellow classmate, blushing slightly at the praise. 

Leval leaned against the back of his chair, jaw hanging somewhat open. 'Is Arkan really going to give me, an illusionist, an infinite amount of power? Even just for training of mock fights, I could make whatever I wanted. Displays that only exist in my dreams, illusions so-' Leval stopped himself and thought, really thought about the implications of what having access to such power might do to him and his training.

Sekhemi, from the parade and Grace's warning, displayed an impressive amount of power. His imagined landscape was somewhat more interesting however, for Leval had never seen a God before. He wondered idly in the back of his if he should have taken a photo or something. Many others came after: A magical cat boy who was also a prince, the familiar and the familiar teacher, and a demon. ('This school really just had to up the danger factor every chance it got. I am beginning to doubt Arkan's selection process.' There were more as well, twins who seemed rather immature for their age, a paper manipulator who seemed quite jolly, and others like the teachers. The creature called Pozuzy seemed to have control over illusions as well, though they did not seem to be particularly well put together. Green's apology seemed fairly genuine this time and while still not comfortable after the morning's incidents, Leval felt himself relax a bit and gave a nod of acknowledgement to the dragon. 

Of all the displays made before him, Shela's was the one he paid attention to the most. The girl had no powers. No defense. No chance of surviving any of the monstrous creatures around them if they desired to eat her. Yet here she was, apparently selected by the Headmaster himself to come and join what could possibly be the most dangerous student body of all time. She had had an extremely difficult life, seemingly plagued only by hardship and strife. Leval rubbed furiously at his eyes, sniffing slightly to maintain control over his emotions. 'The only reason she could be here is if the so-called "hidden power" her parents talked about exists. But still to bring a defenseless-. How can I keep her safe? I am an illusionist, how am I supposed to -gah! Now's not the time for that, for now concentrate on what's ahead of you.' His face grew serious and thoughtful once again. @The One'Grace, if you can read my thoughts like I think you might be able to... Can you speak to Shela? Give her some comfort maybe? I don't think I am enough alone.'

Besides Shela, he found Manta's display to be intriguing as well. He felt like the creature would need his help whenever he could and protection from those who would do him harm. Honestly, the feeling was almost overwhelming in its intensity. He must be so lonely given that there were only four of his species left, the poor thing. Truly, this creature deserved all the help he could give and whatever protection he could offer. 'It is the right thing to do.' Leval promised himself quickly that he would do those things and befriend the creature as soon as he had the opportunity. 

Leval raised his hand to go next. His mind was made up, despite the small flame of doubt inside him. The room was left entirely unchanged with one large exception. A comfortable looking chair had appeared in the center of the training room. It was covered in cloth, slightly ripped by the tiny hands of generations. The top of the chair looked sunken in as though a large cat had spent a long amount of time lounging in the sun, discoloring it slightly. The bottom looked like the chair could rock slightly back and forth. Leval went forward and sat down in it, extremely comfortable, it gave a slight squeak of protest, the way an old friend might say hello. Leval raised his hand in greeting. "Hello there. I have introduced myself to many of you already, but for those who do not know I am Leval Lamrue. He looked around and smiled at some. "I hope that we will be great friends. Now as for my power, Headmaster Arken, there is something you should know." He stood up and looked the Headmaster straight in the eye. Inside, he felt somewhat discomfited, but this was something he had to declare here and now. "I would like to turn off  the infinite energy program for my training purposes. Nor do I ever intend to use it during any type of training fight. I also do not intend to set up a perfect environment for myself, though I may add small touches to others if it came to a mock battle. Also I don't understand why several of you were singing, like at all." Leval stopped talking, not giving any reasons for his decisions, looking at the Headmaster a moment longer before sitting down.

"Now for my power demonstration." Sitting in the training room produced chair, Leval sent out an invisible thread of his magic conjuring the image and mass of a loom, only needing to lightly brush his own source of power. Then he conjured large threads of power, spinning the threads into large spools, sending them into their desired locations to set up the project. Leval turned the threads visible for the benefit of his audience. In his hand, the weaver's tool, the shuttle appeared already spooled with the thread of his power. He passed the shuttle gently through the opening between the opening between the threads of power, known as the shed, then pressed a beater down to tighten the thread in place. He did this again somewhat faster this time. Then again. And again. Faster and faster each and every time till his hands were a blur of speed and motion. His eyes unerringly tracked the shuttle pacing back and forth across the shed, strings  dancing along the the vibratic hum of his speed. The scent of hot cloth filled the air. The threads seems to sing with a crystalline note as he continued, almost as though he was playing a many stringed violin. Leval stopped moving his hands at all, sending the thread back and forth with the speed of instinct. Then he stopped, the loom vanishing without a sound leaving only the weave of his magic. He picked it up and turned it so that everyone else could see. A perfect image of the audience before him showed from the weave. There was simply no sign of cloth or sign of its handwoven nature, almost as though a picture had been taken of the scene before him.  "My power is illusion magic."

Leval rose and exited the training area, his weave and chair vanishing behind him. Leval was aware that from any standpoint, his display of power had been minimal at best. In fact, he had barely used his energy at all. It was not a flashy display of blaring lights and sounds, or the power the others had used on Blake or Arther. What Leval had shown was the sheer technical prowess he had with the skill, taking the art of illusion magic down to its very core, taking the barest amount of material to create a display that should have been impossible to replicate with such little investment, displaying the fine intricacies of the craft. It was skill that could have only been born from his grand efforts and innate gifts in the magic. While not flashy, anyone that knew even the basics of illusion magic would have no doubt of his skill.

Leval waited till the end of the introductions and then approached Manta. "Hi there! We didn't get a chance to meet below, but I think I shared one of your memories. It is a pleasure to meet you! Is there anything I can do to help you out right now?"

Wakefield

Battle seemed to rage all about him, as beings were put in danger and then saved by other beings. Other beings fought for things like pride. It all seemed so dull to Wakefield. The things people had gone to war about were the same things the people fought about now apparently it did not much matter what species those people were. There were truly only two things on Wakefield's mind: waiting for Arken to train his strength and the threat of the time user woman. He would have to see whether or not she had taken his threat seriously. 'If she doesn't then I will be forced to follow through.'

At long last, Arken arrived and put a stop to the earlier nonsense. Arken knowing what he had said to Yu did not bother Wakefield in the slightest. Unlike the foolish dragons that seemed to boast endlessly, Wakefield meant what he said. The others demonstrated their abilities and while many seemed powerful, others seemed weak and not suitable for Wakefield to train him against. The only exception was Manta, who Wakefield had to admit seemed worthy of some assistance down the line after what he had been through. When it came time for his introduction, he did it grudgingly. When he entered the room, it became a complex clockwork interior. Large gears rotated as springs slowly coiled and released with the bellowing tick and tock. "I am Wakefield. I will surpass all of you. That's it." With that, he sat down again.

Professor Cium

Cal came in wearing a new suit and walked up to the training room quickly. Rather than shifting, the training room remained exactly as it was with no differences being activated. "So sorry that I am late. I assure you my reasons are quite... shocking. I am Professor Cium and I teach Magical Theory, just theory not practical use. And now for a demonstration!" Cal raised his hands in front the crowd, palms facing inward. Sneakily hiding his right thumb behind his right hand, he used his left hand and thumb to make it appear that he had somehow managed to pull off his own thumb.

"TADA!" Cal took a bow and took a seat with some of the other teachers.
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