Sytano Morgan [and Lia Campani]- Rec Lounge
Sytano took a moment to relax once he arrived near the classrooms, his back hurting him slightly from the burns- and he sat at the middle of the hallway as he took a breather. He let out a low whistle as he felt the burns sting.
She got me hard... he thought, quietly.
Guess I should be more on the defensive next time, huh? He chuckled to himself as he got back up and continued walking.
The best thing to do is probably get some exercise or something, I suppose. This began a long chain of thoughts revolving around burns, and exercise, and just about everything to do with those two topics, which would explain why on his way to the Rec Lounge he accidently bumped into someone.
"Oh, um..." He quickly recuperated from the slight shock. "Good afternoon," he began, noting that it was a female. "I'm quite sorry for this. Are you alright?"
Lia blinked for a moment and adressed the boy that had just walked into her. "I'm completely fine. Just a little suprised that's all." She took a step back and looked the boy over. Long black hair and brown eyes to go along with it. Looming over her five-four stature, he stood at what she guessed as around six feet tall. And one final observation that she made was that the guy wasn't bad looking. She raised an eyebrow and gave him a smile. "My name's Lia! What's your's?"
"People refer to me as Sytano, but some people just use my surname, Morgan." He bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lia." He took a quick glance at her features. Brown hair, light skin, and large... hazel-ish eyes? They were almost yellow, from what he could tell. She was a good eight inches shorter than him, which didn't really surprise him much, since he was taller than many of the people he knew in his old school.
Interesting, to say the least. "How are you?" He said eagerly, in a feeble attempt to strike up conversation.
"I'm doing pretty good, but I burned my mouth earlier. It hurts like hell." She gave a giggle thinking of her first interactions with Yuri.
What a second... this guy looks really familar. Then Lia's giggle turned to laughter after she realized who she was talking to. "Ha! You're that kid who got their ass handed to them by the Rose girl!" She kept laughing for a moment before stopping herself. "Sorry about that, but she's quite the fighter, I don't think even I would stand a chance."
Urk, she knows about that. He sighs. "I guess that isn't good for my reputation, is it? Shame it's already gotten out so soon, too..." His dissappointment is shown in his voice, but then he brightens up again. "Well, yeah, they do say she's one of the best out of all of us. Apparently, here, people think your family is just about everything. For example, this Igna girl who defeated a certain Indigo Rodgers... Apparently her family is great, too. But..." He looks away, embarassed. "...My family's supposed to be the worst in handling their abilities, so people are congratulating me for making it out of there consciously. I actually won a few bets like that, believe it or not." He chuckled quietly. "Did you get evaluated? Who did you happen to go up against?"
"Aww, sorry about that." She immediatly started to feel remorseful in bringing up the subject. She gave him a reassuring grin and decided to give him a little boost. "My family barely does any magic themselves. We're just known for our athletic ability!" She pats Sytano on the shoulder. "I actually didn't get evaluated. I got kinda bored waiting in there watching everyone, so I just left and came here. I do love some competition but, I can't stand just sitting there."
"It's alright. But my family isn't athletic, either." He shrugged. "My magic is more for practical uses." He grinned. "Like, if you lose something, other mancers would burn up in rage. But I'm able to track it using one of my spells, which is passed down in my family. I guess that comes in handy, if you're a pacifist. But I'm afraid I'm not. Anyways... if you weren't evaluated, you could be in a serious predicament." He frowned. "Perhaps... well, I'm sure you can test your abilities somehow. But even if you don't, they probably won't quarrel with you. The only thing that'll go wrong is that the teachers don't know what you know." He streched, yawned, and rubbed the bandage over the bridge of his nose. "Oh, well. How's your time here been so far? All mine has been is tiring."
"It's been pretty fun! I made a friend that left a few minutes before you came. We had a good time talking but, I burned the insides of my mouth with some tea." Lia smiles. "I didn't think so at first but, I think i'm gonna like it here." She walked over to one of the cushioned chairs and falls back onto it. "Anyways, where do you come from? You don't seem like you're from around here."
"Oh, that sounds pretty nice! Well... except for the burning part." He winces slightly as he sits down, his back still not fully healed. "That sounds alright though- your experience with the school, I mean. I've looked around the dorms and all, this place is better than any home I've ever been in." His eyes then showed a bit of enthusiasm. "I'm from Oklahoma. Well, I mean, that's where I've lived for most of my adolescent years so far, so I suppose that works. And you?"
"Wisconsin! My dad played for the Packers so we live near Green Bay." Lia noticed signs of enthusiasm from Sytano and perked up a bit.
Okay, I think we're getting somewhere! She grabs her bookbag from her back and rummages in it for a few seconds. She pulls out a fresh Nike basketball and tosses it towards the boy sitting opposite of her. "You said your family's not very athletic, but do you play any sports?"
He catches it quickly. "I don't... but I can." He stands up and dribbles it for a moment. "It's been a while though. I got caught up in learning about magic with my grandparents a while ago, so it's no surprise that I might be lacking in skill. However..." He stood up and acted as if he were going to shoot, making the whole motion but keeping the ball in his hand. "...I think I still have, as they say, my touch." He tossed it back. "Shame there isn't a court, but I wouldn't be able to play regardless, in my condition."
"Your form could use a little work." She gave a playful smile. "You're not so bad for someone who got a thrashing as bad as yours. Maybe when you get better I could make us a court and we can play. Speaking of which." Lia rummages through her bag once again. "What type of magic do you use?" She pulls out her jar of sand. "I'm a geo magic user!"
"Me?" Sytano grins. "I'm a pyromancer. Garanteed destruction... if my spells were more destructive." He looks onto the ground, seeing a lone leaf just sitting there. Picking it up, he snaps his fingers and the top of the leaf bursts into flames, the flames eating the leaf away. Near the end, the flame simply goes out, leaving only the stem. "It would almost be beautiful..." he muses, "...if it weren't so destructive. But it's still pretty amazing, right?"
"Wow... That's so pretty." She looks with awe. "I wish my magic could do things like that, but I can still do some amazing things with what I've learned." Lia took a bit of sand out of the jar and concentrated it just enough to create a small cup. "With the right amount of dirt, I can make about anything! I just get really tired out after more complex things." She pointed at an empty spot in the fields behind the rec lounge. "I'm planning on making a basketball court over there."
Sytano looked on, interested.
She creates, and I destroy... that's some wicked comparison going on there. "My power hasn't proved to be that great, though... nevertheless, that should be just enough showing off for now. If we ever need to duel- assuming that we will duel more- you will already have known most of the spells I have. I would rather wait until then..." He looks towards the empty spot.
That's pretty cool, really- the basketball court. I couldn't do anything like that for my life! "So, what happens now. Do we simply wait for the matches to end?"
"Not really sure. A friend of mine headed to class a short while ago." Lia's face made an expression of deep thought before she broke out into another smile. "I'm not really sure but, I'm getting kind of tired of this place. I'm gonna go walk around, wanna come?"
Sytano showed a slight bit of discomfort. "...I should be getting to my dorm room, to be completely honest with you. I need a change of clothes, and my back is killing me."
Urgh, I sound like an old man! "I'll see you again, Lia." He smiled as he waved, turned, and walked towards the dorms; specifically, Phoenix's Nest.
Finding his room, Sytano walked in to see his bags already there, along with a bag labeled "Bets; Morgan v. Rose, [1]." He was surprised to see the bag [, approaching it carefully. He looked in there, then turned back and locked the door, prompting his own, silly reaction.
Make it raaaaaaaaain. After a few minutes of, well, throwing dollar bills into the air, he picked them all up and put them neatly into a locked drawer, shaking his head at his foolishness. He changed into long, brown pants, a white tee shirt, and a blue, short-sleeved, unbuttoned and open shirt on top of it. He looked in the mirror and took the bandages off the crest of his nose; he smelled the air, and he grinned quietly even with the light red burn mark stretching across the space between his eyes and his nose. "The nurses here are amazing, if it healed so quickly..." He muttered to himself as he exited the room.
"It's high time I actually looked more at the classrooms..." he said to no one in particular as he exited and locked the door to his dorm room, stretching and walking off.
