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Sobble heard some scared people noises from the library and decided to go help. "I should make myself useful and go help." Sobble paced quickly to the library and saw Allison and the wasp. "Woah a wasp, that's dangerous." Sobble quickly flipped through his spellbook and used a spell on the wasp. "Mind Heal!" The wasp gets a bit less aggressive and flew away.

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Ace went to sleep only for a while and woke up again and went to the training ground and turns into his other form and began using the knives

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Emika had been just passithe library when she noticed someone rush into it. Before that there had been some strange sounds. Crying, breathing, screaming?! She followed into the library. She spotted the source of the screams, a female student. Accompanied by a male student who used a spell to send the perpetrator, a wasp, away. She immediately looked back to the girl and spotted her left hand. Stung by the wasp! She quickly marched forth and, without thinking "These are complete strangers, why am I helping?", took gentle hold of the girl's hand to assess the wound and provide the proper medical help. She would help this girl, the way she was unable to help the two boys from before...

Where is Eris Everlast???

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"The wasp is gone now, you need healing. I assume you're scared of wasps and I see I'm not the only person who wanted to help you. Let's see, maybe one of the healing spells I know can help the wound. I still wonder how'd that wasp get in here, let's see here-" Sobble flips through his book. "Hmmmm, maybe a bandage would help more but this is all I have right now. Nature's Healing!" Sobble aims at the wound and hopes that it will work.

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The thoughts continued to race through her head. She needed to clear her mind. Jack stood, balancing on her window sill. She carefully turned so that her back was to the cool evening air. Then with a deep breath, Jack fell backwards. She could feel the magnitude of gravity pulling her down, falling gracefully through the sky. She angled herself so her head pointed down for the maximum possible acceleration. She couldn't help but smile at the rush of adrenaline. At the last possible second, Jack pulled out of the dive, soaring over the grounds. Her midnight-blue cloak billowed elegantly. The piece was practical as well as stylish: it helped her to steer efficiently, improving her reaction time in the air.

Jack did a few laps of the campus, using her light magic to cast an illusion over herself. She didn't need everyone and their grandmother gawking at her as she flew through the night. Jack's specialty was light magic, though one would never know it. She had become so proficient in so many styles of magic that she was literally the "Jack of all trades." Bending the light waves around her aerodynamic form was second nature to Jack. She often flew when she was stressed, and the calming effect was best created without an audience.

She ruminated on her plan. Jack would need to slowly dismantle the stereotypes that surrounded House Riparian. She had brainstormed and put into plan a couple of key events that would change the mind of the highest ranked people. Jack knew society: when it was "cool" to like House Riparian, anyone who wanted power would grasp at those straws. But Jack needed a support group to ensure her plan's success.

She couldn't trust her friends with this matter. None of them had any interest in helping her, many even going as far as to assume that she would fail. That was what hurt the most, the fact that they dismissed her ideas without really listening to them, and by proxy, dismissed her. She could help, she could "fix", it was ingrained in her nature. But no one wanted to help her, no one opened their eyes wide enough to see that she needed fixing too.

Fact: House Riparian was widely hated. Fact: House Riparian no longer lived up to its bad stereotypes. Fact: The prejudice was affecting the performance of Riparian students. Conjuncture: Remove the stereotypes and discrimination, and Riparian students would be able to realize their full potentials. Fact: Professor Blanche, the professorial head of House Riparian, had no interest in his house. Fact: No other teachers were coming to save them. Fact: She couldn't fail.

Jack looped back to her window, and made a perfect landing back on the window sill. Enough dilly-dallying, she needed to get back to work. She visualized her to-do list in her mind. Unless Jack was mistaken, her next bullet was to follow up with Kendo. Climbing up the staircase that led to the dorms, she knocked on Kendo's door.

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"Hmmm, I kinda feel like something is off. But I don't know what." Sobble looked around to see if anyone was creeping around. "Hmmm, maybe it's just me needing sleep or something. Maybe I could practice a few spells or something, that could work I guess." Sobble felt that his mind was at peace, even after what just happened it was pretty peaceful in the area he was in right now. "Mmmmm, I'm craving for some curry right now. That will have to wait though."

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Fuze

As Jack walks away Fuze waves back and starts following her directions, eventually getting there he walks in and immediately flops onto his bed and takes a nap, without taking any of his gear off.

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The door creaked open, Kendo flashing a weary smile. he looked like he'd just woken up, his usually-neat light-brown hair sticking up in random directions, wild and messy. is white shirt was crumpled, and beyond his thin frame, the bed was messed up.

"Jack! You're here!"

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"Yes, Kendo, I'm here." She gingerly stepped into the room, glancing around at the dorm. She leaned against the doorframe, with a small smile. "You sound... strangely excited. Did you sleep?"

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“Sleep? Oh, yeah, yeah. I did.”

He gestured for her to enter.

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She picked her way across the room, and sat down on the bed next to Kendo. A swoosh of her magic, and their conversation wouldn't be overheard.

"Right, let's get... right to it. I believe that we were discussing how your early school experiences made you feel. How your, er, near-death experiences impacted you."

Jack tried to make the shift to the "touchy-feely" language of empathy. She wasn't perfect with emotions, but she wanted to help.

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“Haha, yeah. Those hurt like hell. You know the feeling where it feels like there are a buncha marbles bouncing around in your skull? That’s how I feel. Like I can’t think straight half the time. Everything really took a toll on my mental state, I think.”

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"That sounds... Really hard. It seems like it's a lot to deal with. How do you feel about the... the people that caused that pain?"

She was referring to his bullies, but avoided using the b-word. Jack didn't know how Kendo would react to the classification.

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“They’re not my problem. I know the stuff they did ain’t alright, but I don’t hold it against them.”

He seemed wholly genuine.

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"While I understand the value of forgiving, of forgetting, of moving on, of not defining the future but the past, I do wonder. From what you've told me, these people hurt you deeply. They hurt you multiple times. Do you really bear them no animosity? I mean, it's okay to be angry or hurt."

God only knew she was angry enough for a dozen people. God only knew how much hurt she still felt.

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“Goodwill always repays. I don’t blame them in any way.”

He was really being genuine about this. Wow.

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"Well I have to go now, got to catch up on sleep I guess. Cya." Sobble quickly paces back to his dorm and falls asleep. "Well I need sleep so good night myself." Sobble falls asleep.

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Ace was getting tired so he revert to his normal self and went to his dorm and slept

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"Goodwill always repays... I really wish I could believe that..." Jack muttered.

Anyway, right. Now we get to the crux of the problem. How is your past affecting your present? Are they... still hurting you now?"

She was calm, she was calm, she was calm...

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"Now? Oh, no. The last time was last year! I'm fine right now. Really!"

His smile was... as genuine as he could make it.

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