Mental Gifts- The First Trial of Many

[Taylor]

It was his first day teaching his class. The last teacher had left for reasons of his own, Vanyel suspected it was because he had to deal with the children day in and day out. He wondered how someone could study for years to teach. It seemed ridiculous to him, that someone would wilfully devote their life to children. He was here only as long as it took him to accomplish his goals… and then he would be gone.

Vanyel checked the class list. There were 8 students, eight students with mental abilities. Two twelfth years, A shape shifter, Sven Carlisle, with ties to emotion. He had the ability to shift into either a cat… or a crow, and only under extreme emotional distress. The second twelfth year was Nicolette De la Fontaine, a particularly gifted student but… with more training, she would be formidable, already capable with telekinesis, and with a talent for pyrokinesis, though apparently not all that strong. She could also use primitive and undependable invisibility, as well as potential to create physical barriers.

Three eleventh years. Kyerin, who was a telepath with basic thought sensing and subliminal abilities at close range, as well as mental sensing with a fair range. Vasilisa Deikov a healer, with power that connects to her physical endurance. Rai Aikaryu, a clairaudient who could hear the spirit world as well as hyper human hearing… with the ability to hear thoughts of those close to him from up to 100kms

Two tenth years. There was Abelia Barrentine A telekinetic with a 10 foot radius, connections to physical strength, and whether she had the ability to use basic pyroknesis was unclear in the previous teachers notes. The second tenth year was Haruka Amagi, who was basically a super genius with a superhuman memory and learning curve.

A ninth year, named Adrian Varius, who could speak with elemental creatures… and by extent, control the elements that were affiliated with them. Finally there was an eighth year Evelyn Akina who was an illusionist… there was limited information on her ability or skill.

He sat back in his chair, five minutes before the reprobates known as students should walk into his classroom. Scanning the student’s files, he didn’t particularly want to be here… but it was really no choice at all. He had to be here. At least if he wanted to stay on at the school. So he sat in front of a classroom in the opening of a semicircle of desks, and seemingly mused in his own private world. In fact he was in his own little world, even if he was aware of every living thing that entered the room. Still, his attention was divided he plotted and planed… for what he would do if he had the chance to take a certain life.

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Adrian stepped into the classroom, the teacher sat at his desk straight ahead, seemingly complacent not to notice him. It wasn’t so much a problem as the fact that the teacher hadn’t noticed him… as he was the first one here. He didn’t want to appear to be a keener as his mother would put it, but it was too late now. Now all he could do, was pick a desk and wait for class to actually start, watching his teacher covertly from the corner of his eye... he was definitely somewhere around a 7... further ratings would be given depending on his attitude.

So he picked the seat furthest to his left, the teacher’s right. It wasn’t in anyone’s way… and he felt like an idiot for being there so early… but that wasn’t important. He just wanted to know if this class was actually going to help… or if it would be a waste of time, like most of the training he had attempted in the past. Admittedly the last teacher for this class had been pretty useless.

[Faye]

Now that Spring Break was over, Sven Carlisle fitted himself back into his studies and concentrated on school as well as trying to keep his girlfriend sane by distracting her as much as he could, though he couldn't be with her constantly since he had classes that were different to hers and well... he had the Student Council to worry about now that he was back.

Walking down the hall, Sven held a coffee cup in his hand, it was nearing the end and there was a bin nearby that he could dump it in. He opened the trash can and threw the cup into the black trash bag and went on to the class he was heading to. Mental Gifts, he wasn't sure how helpful this class was being for him, it wasn't exactly working out that well, he still couldn't bring himself to admit that he loved Katherine with everything he had and he couldn't feel jealousy for his father or frustrated or the fear that he admit his love.

Shaking the thoughts from his head he opened the classroom door, noticing he was the second one to turn up, relieved he wasn't that early. "Hello, sir," He said as he walked further into the room and he took a seat near the window, above the middle row of the classroom and sat his things down on the ground, grabbing out pens and other things he thought he would need. Taking a glance at the teacher, he noticed he was new and kind of... intimidating.

[Kyerin]

The bell rang, signalling the beginning of class... which, in turn, led the young man who had been hurriedly almost running down the hall to slow down his pace, taking it to a leisurely walk. To be honest, there was no difference in being late by one minute, and late by a half hour. True, the earlier you got to class, the more likely the teacher was to let you off the hook... but from the data already acquired by his associate about the new faculty member, even a second of tardiness wouldn't be tolerated. No matter... this sort of thing happened. It could even be said it was expected of him.

The young man carefully opened the door, sliding inside and securing it shut, looking at the teacher. "Good morning," he said casually, before taking a seat in the middle of the room, front row. It would give him the best point of view for the class today... which he would need. He wanted to learn everything about this teacher, especially weaknesses and fears; the more room he had to manuever how he pleased, especially with the teachers, the better for him.

[Taylor]

Vanyel ignored the first to enter the room, the boy... who seemed happy to be ignored. The second however insisted on greeting him, unable to tell when his vocal contribution was unnessicary. Vanyel ignored him as well. He had no intention of fulfilling his role as an instructor outside his allotted hours teaching, and only the fact that he would prefer not to have his reputation doubted, was he considering office hours, that and the fact that it was most likely a requirement in the contract he hadn’t paid all that much attention to.

The bell rang and the time in which he did not have to serve as a teacher ended. And so did his patience with the majority of his students. He saw the one named Kyerin step in as casually, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. And aside from bolstering his own mental focus on only what he wanted known, he ignored the telepath. Addressing the entire class of three people. He smiled, though it had little resemblance to the carefree joy of children’s smiles. He smiled because it was nessicary. “Welcome back to classes, I will be your new instructor, I don’t know what your old teacher did, and I don’t care. As I work on the class as a whole, eventually I will create specific plans for each of you, taking into account your degrees of control and power as well as your general competence.” As he spoke he made eye contact with each of the students, slowly and subtly he worked his power on them, instilling low levels of attraction. He wanted to see how sensitive they were, how well trained. If they failed to recognise his power by the end of the class, he would reveal their failure to them and remove any vestiges of his ability... children were absurdly easy to influence, and in any other place they would be too oblivious to notice... but here, they had a chance. He also wanted to see their reactions... sometimes they could be entertaining.

“Latecomers will be dealt with, though for today I shall make exceptions, but in the future I will require a plausible and appropriate reason, or a note. For today I simply wish to get a feel for the students.” He stood up and handed each student a course outline, with his general intentions, contact information, and regrettably office hours. He handed a single piece of paper first to Sven, then Kyerin, and then Adrian. “I will be available for help at any of the times listed there and will help with your problems to the best of my ability. Saying that, I will not help with anything that of missed because of your own irresponsibility and disregard for punctuality.” He sat back down and surveyed the class. “Any questions?” As he sat down he noticed the most open of the students react to his ability. It was more obvious than it would normaly be... he hid a smirk, the boy was almost literally drooling, which either meant the boy was predisposed to him... or he had weak or nonexistent mental barriers.

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Adrian listened as the teacher spoke, the man seemed... uptight, angry and all around unpleasant, but despite that, he was still cute... and just because he watched the man’s lips move didn’t mean he was listening. In fact he was going through his own conversation in his head, what he wished he could say if the man spoke to him... wished, because it always sounded more suave in his head, and the thoughts were always more outgoing than his own inhibitions allowed. So a casual smile and a smooth sentence were out of the question... in reality it would be a blush and a head nod... to anyone who was his superior...

He sighed and landed against the back of his desk, for now he would just look at the man, well... for now and forever... the guy was his teacher! He would be totally weirded out if his unreasonable attraction was returned. If the professor hadn't had such blatent personality issues he would have been an 8. So Adrian was entirely happy just to look. Anything else would be weird... really weird. He glanced at his fellow classmates. He had always had his own internal dialogue, and he used to joke with himself when he thought others could hear his thoughts... here it might be true. So he stopped thinking along the lines he was currently headed and focused on something normal... like his desk, which made him think all the more about exactly what he didn`t want to think about... the incredibly non-elusive purple elephant.

[Faye]

Rebecca Parker, sister of Christopher Parker who was a history teacher at the school. Rebecca had woken with the morning, the sun crawling in through the crack in her curtains, creeping up her bed towards her eyes to disturb her from her slumber. The girl squirmed but didn't moan, she appreciated the sun giving her a hand in waking up in time for school.

After pulling back the covers, Rebecca rubbed her right eye and stepped out of bed, walking out into her empty living room. She was... roommate-less until someone decided to dump another girl in there. She didn't mind but she wouldn't have minded someone to talk to either.

Rebecca made herself a blueberry-pomegranate and banana fruit smoothie for breakfast, drinking it fast and regretted it as she felt a brain freeze coming on. Ignoring it, she finished up the last of it and headed into the bathroom. She had a shower before she went to bed that night so she wasn't about to waste time and take another, she walked right up the mirror, staring at her mop she called her hair, wondering how she managed to get it so... nice during the day. She shrugged and began brushing her teeth. Make-up was next, foundation, translucent powder to tone it down and some blusher. She used a sponge to make sure there was no make-up lines lurking about. Kneeling down, she opened the third drawer, and picked out a nice, passionfruit scented lipgloss, smothering her lips in it. Satisfied, she left the room and went into her bedroom to do her hair and change.

Once her uniform was on her tiny form, she went to her full length mirror hanging on the wall in her room. Today she had decided on, straight, full fringe which would be easy to style into a side fringe if it annoyed her and she would lightly curl the rest of her hair. After she put a brush through her blonde locks, she began to curl and straighten her hair. As she was finishing up her eyes happened to steal a glance at the clock. She was going to be late. Very very late. Rebecca's eyes widened and she unplugged her curling iron and straighner, grabbing her bag and hoped like hell all her books were still in it. She grabbed everything off her desk, pencil case, ruler, calculator, random pieces of paper, cellphone, the lipgloss she was wearing, make-up bag and her wallet.

She then bolted for the door. The bell rang just as she stepped into the gates of the school. She rummaged through her skirt for her schedule, what did she have? MENTAL GIFTS! She had never been tardy in her life! Oh no what if the teacher was mean? She took a few deep breaths as she stood outside the room and opened the door, "I-I'm sorry I'm late..." She squeaked as she shifted into the classroom and took a seat next to the wall.

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Sven sat twirling his pen around in his fingers, listening to the teacher rave on about how this class was going to work. The words dripped venom and Sven could tell it wasn't going to be a very carefree year this year, oh well, he'd just have to suck it up and if he had Student Council duties, the teacher would just have to suck that up.

The moment Sven heard the door open again, he noticed a girl, flustered and very upset for being late. Sven's eyes softened and watched her sit down next to the wall, basically on the other side of the room. He then left it and turned back to the teacher. The teacher was handing out a sheet of paper, Sven glanced at the paper as it gracefully fell to his desk and read it over, taking in that it was simply what they would be doing that year. Seemed reasonable, he had no questions.

[Kyerin]

Kyerin's eyes glanced at the teacher for a brief moment, then looked back at the door as a couple of students came in, one being a small girl. Usually he was the late one, the last person into a class... still, it was interesting to see who had been sleeping in later than he had been, not paying attention to the clock and would show up quite late. Interesting indeed... he definately needed to look into the people in his classes; besides the Student Council president and vice-president, he had no idea who these people were.

The young man's gaze shifted back to the teacher, looking at him for a moment. Yeah, the other teachers- even the crazy one that filled the room with incense and wasn't even human- were easier to get along with than this gentleman. The smile was a fake, the sharp edges were obvious... however, he did have to give some credit from the known lethality that was there. He was already planning to make sure he wasn't late to this class. This man would not be pushed around... at least, not right now. He would have to learn more about the teacher. He was an interesting fellow... good looking too...

Wait, what? Kyerin blinked, his mind reading back over his thoughts as if they were dictated. Good looking? That was definately not something he would have thought, even about the best of people. He could feel a faint heat rising in his cheeks and he quickly shielded his face from the older man with the paper that was dropped in front of him. There had to be some sort of trick to this... he wasn't attracted to men, almost to an extent of being homophobic. There had to be something else going on... one of the other students? Or maybe the teacher? He would admit, while he was adept at foisting ideas and notions into other people's heads, his mental defenses were quite poor... which was on the list here. Oh joy. He wasn't sure about spending time alone with this man; either something he would rather not happen would happen... or one of them would end up dead.

[Taylor]

Ignoring the late student, Vanyel only looked at her long enough to make eye contact, ensuring she too would feel the pressure of his abilities. Aside from that glance he watched the class, and watching the class, at least for now, was a pleasure. Their reactions also served to gauge how much training each individual student would need. He believed that for progress to be made with powers of the mind, fist one must control their own. His control was iron and an opponent would have to be fairly powerful to pierce his defences... or just subtle. The point was that the students before him would be educated in more ways than one. ”As my students you will be instructed first on how to control your mind before you work on manipulating your powers. The different levels of aptitude ability and training will be taken into account, and the more advanced and more challenged will be given personal attention...” His smile became more self satisfied and a little challenging towards his students. ”I suppose mediocrity would be your best bet.”

He watched his students, as smug as ever, reviewing as each reacted to his manipulation of their thoughts. At the same time he instilled a touch of even milder fear. With fear came a form of respect, and he suspected less trouble would come of it if he ensured his students felt that little touch at the sight of him. Eventually it would become second nature for them to feel it in his presence and he was only too happy to promote the illusion. It would be covered by the attraction for now and he certainly wasn’t going to tell them about the fear component, or the fact that he can change his face... it was in his nature to keep back as much as he could.

He caught, sight of the telepath hiding his face, bashfulness, or shame? Either said something about the person, in fact the reactions of the student named Adrian hinted at immaturity and at the same time, certain reluctance. Definitely in the closet, deep in the closet. Vanyel returned attention from his inner musings to the class. ”Could anyone tell me what constants exist with mental powers? Things that all of you share in common?” He wanted a grasp of their understanding as well as a proper foundation on which to build their knowledge.

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Adrian watched as his teacher went on, talking about control and what not. But he wasn’t interested in control, he had enough control for a life time, with all the limitations he set on himself, there wasn’t much to him but control. Then again he tended to talk way too much, so maybe a little more control wouldn’t hurt. See, if he really lacked control he would have assaulted his teacher by now... the man was hot! Well, not really, he wasn’t exactly the type of guy that normally attracted Adrian... but there was something about the man that was ever so enticing, despite the intimidating aura he gave off... he was definitely an 8.

Focusing his mind on what was coming out of his teacher’s mouth and not the way it moved... as his fantasies insiteded on exploring. He heard the question, and considered answering it... then shot down the idea, he would probably get it wrong anyway, he thought the answer probably had to do with the lecture about control, but he wasn’t about to say anything that could possibly lower his peers opinions of him... at least not in class. Outside class he would probably say hundreds of things that would have his peers laughing at him... at him not with him.

[Faye]

Rebecca's face reddened as she walked into the classroom, but she was glad that she didn't get into any trouble for being late. However, upon her walk to her seat, she had caught the eyes of the teacher, she felt something ping inside of her and all of a sudden she felt a very errie infatuation with the teacher. Oh god he was gorgeous. The realisation sunk in as quickly as her thoughts occured. A deep blush graced her cheeks again and she just went to her seat.

Daring to take another look at the teacher as she sat down, she focused on his aura, it was... different from the others. It was brown, ew, what an ugly colour. But brown meant negative things, such as very opinionated, selfish, stuck up, greedy, those sorts of things. Rebecca heard his question as he kept on rambling and she just stared at the desk, trying to keep eye contact to a mininum. That and she had no clue what he was on about. She had no idea why she was even in this class, her powers didn't need controlling.

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Sven sat in his corner of the classroom, looking at the sheet of paper on the desk as the teacher spoke, he took it in but it automatically didn't really.. apply to him. His powers couldn't be manipulated to his benefit. Seriously? Why on Earth would someone want to be a crow or a cat? Unless it was for shits and giggles? The Vice-President just shook his head and kept his eyes away from the teacher as he stared out the window.

[Kyerin]

Kyerin closed his eyes and began to mentally list prime numbers, starting of course at one. He wasn't very good at it- at around thirty-one, he had to really start thinking about each odd number in case there was a factor that wasn't obvious- but it did have its intended effect; it helped him clear his mind, getting rid of the awkwardness he felt about his thoughts, and consequently the blush that was on his cheeks. He could still feel the bizarre infatuation for the older man- combined with a sense of fear and respect. This had to be someone else's doing, probably the teacher, since this was the first time it had occurred. It was mere speculation, for now; he would have to try to look into it later. Not now, and not with his powers, though- the older man would probably detect him, and make things worse. He would bide his time.

The young man placed the paper back on his desk, looking at a spot an inch or two above the teacher's head, not looking into his eyes as he listened. He was curious as to how the other students were reacting, but kept his eyes forward and his mind shut; as just proven, his defenses were poor, and his mental connections was technically a two-way opening, so he didn't want to risk further contamination.

Dropping that topic for now (he really needed more research into both the teacher and the students, in case it wasn't the older man), Kyerin mulled over the question, not caring to vocalize an answer. It would probably be... it couldn't be dealing with the mind (though mental did suggest that), considering that it was both a vague answer and not true, since there were people here who didn't use their minds. Most likely... it would be the grander effect of emotions on their control... not that it mattered; he would get the answer in a second.

[Taylor]

Vanyel grew impatient with his class’s lack of response, “It wasn’t a difficult question, in fact the first and foremost answer is obvious. In the simplest terms, emotion. It effects and can often amplify or limit your power, either way it is hell on control.” He watched his students, and was a little surprised that his attention to them was not mirrored. He looked at Adrian as the boy stared off into space “A moment off topic, but in the future you will pay attention to me, that means eyes to the front and paying attention to myself and not starring off into your own little worlds, and certainly not at the wonders of nature that exist on the other side of a window pane.” He glared at Sven as he said the last words. “You are here for the furtherment of your own knowledge and whether or not your goal is the same it is my job to ensure that you are instructed. So while we are here together for the agonizingly slow portion of our days. It will be me you pay attention to and it will be me you answer to.” He finished managing to glare at each student as if they were each the subject of his ire.

His anger appeased for the moment he made sure to increase the effects of his power with each of those who made eye contact with him. “Now, back to the subject. As your emotions influence your ability, so does your state of mind. If you are in control of yourself at all times, it is likely that your powers will be as well. And when your mind is in flux your defences are down, which means that you are more susceptible to the abilities of others, such as those with projective empathy, telepathy and other similar abilities.” He watched the class, “The abilities of your classmate Kyerin would most probably be hindered by such control... though I could not say for sure without further testing...” He raised an eyebrow at the student. “Would you care to contribute to the topic?” Then he opened the question, “Would anyone care to contribute? Just so you know, class participation is taken into consideration”

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Adrian had become distracted, both by his own thoughts and the influence of his teacher; combined... well thoughts that weren’t appropriate for a classroom were being fostered. ’oh if only...’ he thought to himself. But as his mind worked away at descriptive scenarios, he became distracted from his teachers speech and even the man himself, thinking of other things and other people. His mind wandered as it did, until of course his teacher ensured his attention was focused on the man himself. He looked at the man and fought the urge to look down embarrassed. He didn’t enjoy being chastised for anything... and with this man it was all the more upsetting, because he was attractive, he was disciplined and he was someone who in the future would help Adrian with control. With such an authoritative air and disciplined attitude it was strange that Adrian had taken it for anything other than determination... his teacher was a 9... with that amazing body and brusk personality there was no way Adrian would want to embarrass himself in front of his professor. So he was happy when quickly after two more students were brought to attention.

And he was quickly all the more happy to be out of the center of attention. His reaction to his teacher’s presence was quickly building. His face was beet red as he felt the slight urge to make out with the man on the spot. The idea was horrifying in a sense that it would be in public, as well as the fact that he had never shown public affection to anyone but his mother before... and that was entirely different kind of affection. He was incredibly embarrassed and was tempted to run out of the classroom. He didnèt even realise his teacher had asked another question.

[Faye]

The words that leaked out of the teacher's mouth scared Rebecca and she immediately obeyed, looking to the front of the room, her eyes just a little above him to avoid eye contact, she'd hate to keep feeling what she had before but the infatuation was still there. It must have been him, why.. was that an ability of his?

The girl nodded as he went on about control and emotion, realising now that the question was actually very simple and therefore felt incredibly stupid. She hung her head and slapped herself one, mentally, she would have to use her head a bit more next time. Although, she was way unprepared to speak up and contribute to the class activity, so she remained silent.

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The scenery had taken on a beautiful concept, the lush green grass surrounding the buildings and the trees growing, and in bloom due to the season. The colours of pink and white, sometimes even blue were in the flower buds and the slowly opening flowers. Sven's blood red eyes shifted around the scene before they snapped back to the teacher who went off at the lack of attention he was given.

However, just as Sven was about to ignore and turn his head back, he heard learning to control emotion, his interest was sparked and knew that it was beneficial to him now. He wanted nothing more than to be in control of himself. Sven plus control equaled good, no one got hurt and things went smoothly. "How will we test this?" The Vice-President spoke up, curious to see what the teacher had in mind. Not only this, but the fact that the boy, Kyerin was his name, was singled out, what was he telepathic or something?

[Kyerin]

Kyerin smiled slightly, partially because he had been right, and partially because other students were being chewed out, the vice-president of the Student Council included. His thoughts drifted towards the Student Council president, who appeared to be absent today. Maybe she was taking the day off to recover from what had occurred in her room, and to clean it up. He would have to check in with her after class; Haruka had not contacted him with any information on the vandal, but he trusted that the girl would find out, sooner or later.

However, a shadow fell over his desk, causing the boy's gaze to fall from where it had been aiming to rest on the teacher, who apparently had decided to plant himself in front of his desk and direct questions at him. He had no real option besides to look into the man's eyes, locking with them firmly. A voice behind him spoke out, the tones being recognized as the vice-president, causing the eleventh year to smirk slightly. "I believe I'm going to have to agree with Sven," he started, folding his hands and placing them in his lap. "I am unsure how emotional control can be quantified in some testable manner. Furthermore, wouldn't we also have to worry about the type of emotion? A mind being in flux would most likely cause an uncontrolled use of power, but, say, a depressed mind... wouldn't it be more likely to just dampen the ability? Along with the fact that depending on the strength and inherent ability of the gift, emotions would vary in their results... to place us all under one guideline... how will it work?" He stopped to push up his glasses further on his nose, looking carefully at the teacher; he had been curious about this since he had first came to the school, and no teacher prior had had a good answer, resulting in the boy mainly teaching himself.

[Taylor]

Vanyel stepped back from Kyerin to better address the entire class, “Although I haven’t given you time to read the course outline, you will find your rather pertinent question answered there. I have no intention of marking you as a group, I have every intention of testing you with methods specific to each of your abilities. Now at the moment I don’t have a definite idea as to what those tests will be, but hopefully by subjecting myself to lengthy amounts of time in the presence of my students, such testing methods will become evident.” He adjusted his influence once more, increasing it’s effect on everyone except the boy Adrian... he seemed to be in enough discomfort as it was, and for someone whose only control is apparently created by peer pressure... well, control imposed by an outside force could be much more fragile than anything self imposed.

He turned to Sven, approaching his desk, “For you mister Carlisle, It will most likely be a test of how far you can be pushed before you break. How much anger... fear... or distress we can put you through before you lose control and change.” He looked around the classroom, “in fact most of you will experience similar tests with control. Adrian will most definitely and possibly Kyerin. You miss,” He pointed to Rebecca, “I don’t have your file, what brings you to this class? What unique quirk makes you think you need to be here?”

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Adrian wished he could disappear when the professor pointed out his lack of emotional control, his inability to stop his elementals from interfering with his life. They often made life difficult for him... even now it was taking too much effort to ensure they stayed where they were, not interfering with the class when he was obviously in turmoil. He just barely stopped a gnome from tripping the teacher conveniently so that he would fall onto Adrian’s desk... a decidedly romantic approach. That it wouldn’t work and was definitely against Adrian’s wishes didn’t matter. And he had stopped the gnome by grabbing it, and not by any superior will power of his own. He was just thankful that no sylphs were here... he couldn’t control them at all once they got an idea into their heads. So he continued to not quite drool over his teacher as the man explained their course. All that knowledge and beauty combined into one, rating this man any lower than a 10 was a sin. He just wished he was somone other than a teacher, somone he could approach.

[Faye]

Rebecca swallowed as she witnessed the class start to heat up a little, it proved to be more interesting than she thought it was going to be but the discomfort she was feeling was overwhelming her, the teacher was very intimidating. She couldn't wait for the hour to be up so she could move onto something more relaxing. Taking a sneak peak at her schedule, she noticed she had dance next, sighing with great relief she slipped the piece of paper into her skirt pocket.

Then she heard herself being called upon, she jumped and froze, staring at the teacher for a good ten seconds as she thought about a reply to his question. She was indeed very new to the school so he file may not have been sent yet..

"A-ah.. sorry, I only enrolled this month basically.. so my file may not turn up yet.. but I'm here because I can.. I can see auras.." And his was very brown right now, it was kinda yuck.

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Sven smiled as the so-called telepathic guy agreed with him, retaliating with what seemed flawless logic yet when the teacher replied, Sven only sighed a little, knowing that these tests may be uncomfortable. Though, knowing him, it would be a definite rather than a maybe.

Just as he thought he would relax, Sven was singled out like Kyerin had. The words that he heard caused sweat to embed itself just above his brow, ch-change..? In.. in class? In front of everyone...? Sven shook his head, he was sure that kind of treatment wasn't allowed!

Swallowing hard and collecting himself together, Sven took deep breaths. He had to stay in control. In Con. Trol. Sven glanced up at the teacher, trying not to let him get to him right now, not ever.

[Kyerin]

Kyerin glanced back down at the paper in front of him, realizing that besides remarks on what to work on, there was, in fact, an explanation to the questions he had just laid out. This man had certainly thought things through on this regard... it was a shame, really. If he had even a ounce of people skills, he could make it as a good teacher. However, with his brusqueness, he'd be known as a hardass who got things done... a blunt, straightforward, efficient, fairly attractive hardass...

The young man closed his eyes again, resisting the urge to smash his hand into his forehead in an attempt to knock out that thought. It was back again, and stronger this time. He had even started to form a mental image of the man, a border of lace and hearts surrounding it before he had caught himself. This was very irritating, borderline pissing him off. Why would someone want to do something like that? For fun?! ...then again...

Kyerin let out his held breath, removing his glasses for a moment to rub his eyes before sliding them back on, looking over the paper as his mind thought. It was good that he was getting this experience, though it wasn't as controlled as he would have liked. In such a condition, he doubt he could use his powers in any manner besides his typical emotional skimming. His defenses definately needed working on, and that was really something only another telepath or mental manipulator could assist him with. This would actually be beneficial to him, as much as he hated to admit it. He just had to hope that the sadistic teacher didn't push it too far when he wasn't ready for it... and then, most likely from the personality he had seen so far, video tape the result of the boy dancing like a puppet to his tune. Someone would die if that occurred.