The Grounds

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil shivered a little when Mykel's hand landed on his wing, the feathers sensitive to touch, but he stayed quiet as he looked between the two interacting. Mykel had absolutely scared him; he had thought for a moment something in the hallucination had gained awareness and grabbed him. As happy as he was to see his brother figure he knew Zesend wasn't as joyous if not frustrated his experiment had almost been interrupted.
He smiled to Mykel and patted his hand when he heard him direct his words his way along with a gentle shake, "I ahm ohkay, Mai-khul. I vhas ohnly halpeeng Herr Zeh-sehnd heer."

[zesend]

As he heard Mykel say he controlled lightning, Zesend snapped his fingers. The scene changed back to the ocean, with the people still underwater. The three, however, were standing on the surface. He pointed to Mykel, then down to the water. The water appeared more water-like now, instead of a glass surface in between them and the drop. The people were still below, evidently able to breathe. "Zap the water. Or do you have to have a power source?" He inquired, hoping that Mykel could just zap the water and satisfy his curiosity. The cat was back, floating around Mykel and Vergil, talking as it usually did, seeing as it had a mind of its own. "I'm trying to find out if powers interact in a believable way here. But don't worry about hurting yourself or us; even if you do manage to affect anything, it can't touch us." Zesend explained.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil was quiet again now that the two were on better speaking terms it seemed, wing rustling under Mykel's hand though it didn't removed itself. Mykel looked to Zesend as if to ask if he was serious and then back to the ocean with a hand ready. Vergil bit at his lower lip wondering if it did react, if the people below would die because of how water and electricity mixed or if they'd be immune since they were of a different kind of people.
Mykel pointed a the pointer of his free hand at the rippling water below and shrugged to himself, sending a decent zap against the waters, the feisty strand of electricity traveling along the surface with a rush. They all waited to see if anything would happen or if it'd be at a stand still of nothing.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil leaned against a tree under the grounds and greedily breathed in the crisp night air, hands on his churning stomach. He hoped this wouldn't go past tomorrow because he didn't know if he could handle eating only to have to throw it all up again. Wiping the cold sweat accumulating at his brow he sighed.
He jumped when the intercom went off and summoned everyone to the Auditorium, pushing off the tree with his back to get there. What could they want at this time of night..?

[Vergil von Wulf]

Standing at the very top branch of a tree was Vergil with a fried bun in his hands. His wings were spread for balance and his hair and eyes both had once again taken Flug's form as he contently stood where he was surveying the grounds, eating as the box of treats from The Tea Shop rested on the branch against the truck. The weather was warm for tonight though it'd probably drop further and further the later it got.

[zola]

Having left the tower, Zola wandered into the grounds, searching for something to do or someone to talk to. She spotted an odd-looking boy sitting in a tree - and seeing that he hadn't noticed her presence quite yet - one of her magnetic spheres levitated up in front of him, just to see how he would react.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil almost dropped the last of his fried bun from his fingers when a strange metal ball came and levitated itself in front of him. His beads constricted around his arm with a hiss to his core as soon as he reached to touch it. He obeyed and stayed away from it, picking up his box and jumping from the top of the tree to land softly on the grass below with a few flaps of his wings. Strange thing to be floating around at night.

[zola]

As the boy came down to the ground, the sphere returned to Zola, who pocketed it. She stepped out from the shadows to introduce herself. "Hello, I don't think we've met yet - I'm Zola, I'm the one who was moving that ball you just saw." She briefly took it out for him to see. "I can manipulate metal and technology, you see. Who might you be?"

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil went to shield himself with a wing when his beads gave another hiss but instead of feeling anything he heard a feminine voice speak and politely introduce herself, lifting the wing to look. She was pretty- bright eyes that shined even in the dark, and a certain.. lilt to the way she spoke was attractive. "Hallo.." he spoke a little uncertainly after the weird initial encounter. It seemed like he was always meeting people in the strangest ways. "I ahm Vergil." Studying her a little further, he opened the box of treats and offered it to her, "Vould yu cahre fohr a treet?"

[zola]

Already she could tell that this boy was a few years younger than she, though he was kind of cute. His accent was also interesting - you didn't get many German around here. Not wanting to be rude, Zola arbitrarily chose one of the treats from within the box, popping it into her mouth. "Thank you, Vergil. From Germany, are you? It's a nice country." She commented.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil smiled and retracted the box, shutting it closed. He wasn't hungry anymore so he'd probably put it in the fridge in the kitchen and leave a note for anyone to help themselves- food's better shared after all. "Ja, ett ess a beeyutefuhl kontry Fräulein Zoh-luh." This was the second time he was reminded of home during the week. He'd have to get on his laptop sometime and see if he could catch his mother or father for a bit of a webcamming session.. he missed them. "Und vhat abaut yu? Ahre yu fruhm araund heer?"

[zola]

Seeing a brief, vague misty-gazed look, Zola could only assume that Vergil was thinking if his home. " Replying to his return question, she answered, "Ah, no, I'm from Venice; that's where my own accent comes from." Pausing for a moment, she then asked, "What's your power?"

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil tucked his wings behind himself and brushed the feather bangs from his face and gave a brief nod. Venice? Italy was a lovely place, or so he heard, he supposed they produced lovely women now that he had one in front of himself. He faintly wondered if her laugh was as sweet as the way she spoke before answering her question smoothly (as smoothly as having an accent allows), "I ahm a suhmonhur, Fräulein Zoh-luh."

[zola]

Zola nodded briefly before the spheres floated out of her pocket and absently circled her - an old trick she's developed when she first gained possession of the items. They were given to her by her mother as after her first year at Oceanside, said she'd found seven odd sphere floating in the canals when she was out one night. Ever since then, the balls had been her one constant source of metal, and her most precious possessions. "A summoner? Ah, so is that tome what you use?" She gestured to the book as she asked.

[Vergil von Wulf]

Vergil's hand wandered to the hanging tome against his hip. He nodded. "Ett ess vhere vhat I use leevs, ja." The spheres were what interested him now. They looked cold to the touch and it was amusing to see the world reflected against the surface, spinning like a carousel. Briefly, he recalled M.C. Escher's studies with reflective surfaces and orbs like the ones Zola was playing with now. It was an odd thought but it flickered by anyhow.