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Alence stopped and surprised asked "Uh how do you know that?"

"um i just know these things and thor is also my father so yeah.My hammer was a gift from his son."

Alence didn't knew much about Thor, so he said "Oh" and then started towards the Infirmary.

OOC: make a topic at the Infirmary and then tell me

"I know my father but just don't tell anyone"

OOC:ok

Claire casually ignored Kelly's remark, instead she rolled her eyes at the two. They clearly both liked each other, but apparently weren't going to do anything about.

Love. It's a rather stupid emotion. She thought as she ran off to get some ambrosia and nectar. When she got back, Kelly and the boy were gone. "Very nice of them, just leaving you here." She said, mostly to herself. From what she gathered, Stella wasn't hurt physically. Probably just used her power too much. She thought, getting up and leaning against a tree. Nothing to do until she woke up. Claire wasn't strong enough to carry her, and didn't like the idea of leaving her alone. That might be considered rude.

"Alence i have a friend here. Her name is stella. she sprianed her wrist. she also used her power you think you could help her too?" I look over to Stella and Claire tears still streaming down my face.

Wait, they were still there. From Claire's new spot by the tree, she could see the two. Kelly was asking about something, and evidently crying too. She rolled her eyes again, kind of pleased that they couldn't see her well.

I wish my mom wasn't dead. She was a wonderful woman. she taught me never to lie.I wanted to stop but i couldn't.I really missed my mom.

Claire looked back over at the Kelly-and-friend. She was crying even more now, something that faintly aroused Claire's sympathy. She could faintly hear the conversation if she listened hard enough, and caught the words
"Wish my mom wasn't dead." Claire didn't know what it was like to have a dead parent, but her father was as good as dead, according to Anne. Insane, at the very least.

I slowly wake up and everyone is talking. not in a cheery way but more of a depressed way. I was shaking and i'm sure I'm as white as a ghost. I sit up still shaking and put my hand to my head. most of the effects of using my power are gone but my head still hurts like crazy.

Claire noted that STella seemed to have woken up. She was very pale and shaking, which generally wasn't a good thing. "Good morning sunshine." SHe said, not quite sure what if that was the right thing to say.

I barely heard her as I sat up. "was I out that long?" I ask her. Stupid question. I wasn't out that long. or was I I think to myself.

"Longish." Claire says, with a shrug. "They had enough time to have a nice talk, though." She adds, looking a Kelly and friend. "At any rate, I think you'll live."

"Thanks for staying with me" I say. Most people just take off and leave me on the ground.

Claire gave a curt nod, indicating that the conversation was over and that she really had awful social skills.

"I should get to my cabin and rest." I say not sure of what else to say."nice meeting you see you around."

"AGreed." Claire replied uncertainly, not quite sure what else to say. "You can walk, right?" She aded as an afterthought.

"Ya, I think so." I say "thanks agian. see ya around I guess." I start to walk but I stop for some reason. I'm not sure why though.

Claire nodded dismissively, and glanced off in the oppostie direction.

"Acutauly I need to go to the infimary." I say and walk away. I feel like I left to suddenly, but I keep walking towards the infirmary.

Claire, waited until she was almost out of sight. She then followed, just wanting to make sure that she made it there without dying.

OOC: I posted in the topic Broken ankle in the infirmary

Xaver walked in slowly, staring at the ground. His jacket rustled in the wind, the air was started to get brisk, Xavier didn't like that. Xavier pulled his katana out of it's sheath, the sun reflected brightly against the metal. Xavier sighed and placed his katana back in it's sheath, he didn't feel like practicing sword moves.

Aang wandered into the arena, nose bleeding. That crazed maniac had decided to punch him in the face. She was lucky that Aang didn't knock her into Pennsylvania using his powers. He had his fists clenched in anger. He had just run away from her, like a little priss. Aang's eyes stopped on a boy, a little bit older than he was. He walked over to him, fists still clenched. "I need some practice." He calmly said, lifting up his fists.

Steven walked in the arena, admiring its beauty. He picked up a sword from one of the racks and looked around to find someone to train with