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The Last Thing You EVER Want To Find [Open]

All in all, things were getting off on the wrong foot for Irma. Bad enough to know that the Will and Matt here weren't the ones she knew (not that she minded - they looked different, yet felt the same), but now she's being told to put trust in someone's crazy plan to deal with a god? That just about ranks up there with turning into your element to defeat a snake man armed with twice the elemental power as her and her friends!

Out of curiosity, frustration and boredom, Irma decided to glance around the City. All in all, it was pretty bland, to her, at least. Before turning around to head back, she had remembered that she wanted to see the Jedi Temple - thus the W.I.T.C.H. Bus. Pressing forward, she got nowhere fast.

Until she saw it. It looked dusty from the years of lack of care, but for the most part, it was still standing.

Sheffield Academy. Her school.

"Noooooooooooooo!" Irma cried, falling to her knees dramatically. "They didn't blow it up! Darn them all to heck, they didn't blow it up!"

Okay, enough of the melodramatics. Getting back up, she looked around and realized that no one was around.

"Good. Good. Awesome! No one's around! This will be my little secret. No one's going to make me go to school while I'm stuck in this flying piece of meat!" Irma said, hoping to walk away before anyone spotted her... or the school.

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She neglected to look up, so it might surprise her when something tall, dark, and scary lands a few feet away from her.

Goliath looks the girl up and down once, and, seeing no cause for her to be screaming (unless she has since resumed screaming, him being the cause), folds his wings and says "I expected to find more trouble."

His expression is pretty grim, but to be fair, it usually is. Not that Irma knows this.

"Of course there's trouble, there's... YEEP!" Irma began before stopping, noticing Goliath. She isn't shocked at seeing you existing, Goliath - she's seen walking, talking trees, so you're nothing. She's shocked that someone found her.

Note to self, panic quieter. Irma thought.

"Of course it's more trouble - of all the things from my world, they rescued my school!" Irma said.

He raises a brow ridge. "And this is a problem because . . .?"

To his line of thinking, familiar territory of any kind is a boon, but then again, Goliath never had to go to high school.

Irma shot him an annoyed look. "You never went to school, did you?"

A few seconds passed before she spoke again. "Don't answer that, I already know the answer." She let out a sigh. "Pretty much school's the last place ANY kid wants to be in...!"

"I was taught, like the rest of my rookery brothers and sisters, to fight and fly and protect my territory according to the Gargoyle Way. You learn the Human Way in your schools, do you not? Why is this odious to you?"

Now he just looks curious. Unfortunately, Irma, you're talking to someone who reads for fun.

"Pretty much because all we do is learn about history, science, math... boring stuff. And believe me, when you do what I do and go save the world just about every day, school starts to be a real BORE." Irma said. "You... probably wouldn't understand it unless you experienced it."

"There are friends of mine who would be infinitely grateful for the chance to study under the guidance of scholars." And they'd be good at it too. Goliath smiles, thinking of Lexington and his aptitude for human technology. "There must be at least one subject you would regret not being well-versed in."

School or not, he is well-acquainted with young ones petulant about being made to do things they do not want to do by adults of their kind, especially when there is crime to fight and the world to save.

"No, not really...!" Irma said, crossing her arms. She wouldn't admit to actually liking ANYTHING at school, especially to someone like Goliath. Then again, she was starting to act a little silly around him.

"...and there are people you'd know who'd like to study?"

"Learning was limited to a very small minority in the time I was hatched," he says, thinking back to Scotland. "The very wealthy, or the very determined, were the only ones who could read, and it was not easy to find a teacher."

He would say he was lucky to have one, but Demona . . . she is far too complicated an issue for him to want to discuss with a human child.

He pushes thoughts of her from his mind, still amused at the young girl's petulance.

"It was even harder in later centuries, when the memory of my kind had become little more than a myth." He smiles, breaking his illusion of grimness. "And you can probably imagine the chaos that would follow if any of my clan were to visit a human school unannounced."

Not that they could, since human schools have a habit of taking place during daylight, but still. This is a lesson he's trying to drive home here.

"Oh, bloody brilliant. Someone found a school. I've been looking for a place to set up shop." Blin said, tapping his way forward with his cane. The girl was in obvious distress, most likely because this meant a forced education. Well, crew rules being what they were, he could change that a bit.

"No! Nononononono! Please, don't tell anyone! I don't want to go to school while we have to save the universe!" Irma said. "It's bad enough we had to do so back home, I don't want to do it here. Besides, I can't use excuses to get out of school work like I could back home..."

"Lass, what do ye think we'll be teaching here? Crochet?" He shuffled around in his coat until he found the 'holosmoke' thing Wolfwood had given him... a good nicotene fix without the harmful side effects, like scent and cancer. Pulling one out, he used his powers to create a small flame and light it before he continued.

"We need a good place to gather those who need trainin' te deal with things like the King o' Nightmares, and quite frankly, that bus won't cut it."

Irma crossed her arms, hearing him talk about the bus. "Hey, that bus is mine... and two of my friends... so don't go bad talking it, alright?" she said. Sure, she hasn't seen it, but still. It's the principle of the thing!

Calming down a bit, she noticed what he had just done. "Wait... you know magic?"

"Aye, I do. I teach a bit of it, actually. And that bus isn't bad for a visit, but I doubt we could get all the people who need to be taught in there at once."

He too a long puff. "Plus, I don't smoke in people's houses." He started tapping his cane on the ground and moved towards the school. He'd need to get a better look inside before he determined if it would really be any good.

"Well, I could understand that, but..." Irma trailed off before noticing Blin walking on. "W-Woah, hold on...!" Following him inside, curiosity got the better of her. "What exactly do you need in here - besides room - that the bus couldn't? I mean, it's just a basic school... unless that's what you need."

Blin smiled. "Lesson one; damage. The bus has space, but it lacks a...destructive element. Where I to, say, send a bolt of light at the wall of the bus," he did just that, concentrating the light into a laser that marred the wall ina perfect circle, "I'd be damaging a home. There are real world consequences fer all our actions, in combat especially." He took a puff of his cig.

"Second, the fact that this is a school gives it the atmosphere of a school; it is mentally associated with learnin' and improvin' in a way that a bus is not. Third, there's many people who'll be less disturbed about comin' to a building like this to learn instead of goin' to a bus. Not everyone we'll be teachin' is used te magic even bein' an option. And fourth," this was a biggie, "The damn bus is blindin' te someone like me. Ironic, I know." He said, tapping his cane towards the door.

Okay, Irma could see what Blin was getting at. Except for the last one.

"...the bus CAN'T have that bad of a color? I mean, what is it, 'hideously bright pink'?" Irma said.

"Couldn't tell ye. What's pink look like?" He smiled as he said it, even though it wasn't quite a joke, and more the kind of thing that constantly plagued him.

Bad luck for you then Irma: Katara just spotted you, and she's not about to let you leave without giving you a tour of your own learning space.

"Irma, hey!" Katara greeted, and took the girl's hand. "I knew you'd make it over here eventually. Come on, take a look at what's on the bus! There's plenty of space to learn, places to train and meditate and..." Her voice got a pitch lower, "real food. You'll want to go on the bus sometimes ONLY for that reason. Not me, but other people."

Irma jumped a bit as Katara grabbed her and began leading her away. "Woah, okay, okay! Lead the way!" Irma said, trying to keep up. "Wait... real food? ...is the food on the ship THAT bad?"

Focus on the bus, focus on the bus, don't focus on the school...! Irma thought, hoping Katara won't pry.

"Its slop," Katara said bluntly, making a face. "Its this disgusting paste that isn't good to eat but is good for you and satisfied you. In other words, all of the good of stuffing your face with none of the taste. Yuck."

Katara put in one of the key cards, and the doors opened. "Here we are!" Katara said cheerfully, grinning at Irma. "I really love the layout of the b us myself. So...whose room do you want to visit first?"

"Blegh... alright, never trying THAT...!" Irma said. Reaching the bus (Oh, my god, Blin WAS right - the bus IS blinding!), the Guardian couldn't help but stare in awe.

"Wow... I am so jealous. We never had anything like this back home...!" Irma said. "Alright, so if this is the case... you know where my room is?"

Katara grinned. "Well, I don't know if I like the color, I'm more partial to blue, but its a pretty neat bus when you get inside! But if I remember what Matt said...your room is actually my favorite!"

Katara strode over to Irma's room and put the key card into the door. The door opened, and Katara brought her into the room (http://s605.photobucket.com/albums/tt138/witchoholic217/W90/w90-17.jpg).

"I love this room,"she said, smiling.

Irma stepped inside her room... and her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. This was her room. This was amazing...!

"Wow..." Irma said, almost a whisper. She turned around, a huge grin on her face, flashing two thumbs up. "I like my room, too!"

"I know I'm a bit biased," Katara confessed, "but the moment Matt showed me this room I knew I'd be there more times than I could count. Um, I don't know if you had any plans toward using it as a classroom, but considering the whole Nightmare King threat, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me teaching a few meditation classes?"

Katara, in a more playful mood,stuck her arm forward as if she were reaching for something. A moment later, a long thread of water seemed to move all its own, and Katara danced the water around the room before returning it.

"So tell me about your affiliation with water! It's kinda my element!"

"Me? Teach you meditation?" Irma said, a mixture of shock and confusion in her voice - shocked because she didn't expect anyone to want to be taught be her and confusion because she didn't actively expect to teach anything! She grinned and waved sheepishly "Uh... I'll get back to you on that...!"

Noticing Katara pull a thread of water around surprised Irma. Did she know magic, too, or...? Recovering from the surprise, she played around with the thread herself, taking it over. "It's pretty much magic to me...!"

"Well, I meant if you wouldn't mind if I taught meditation in this room," Katara said, looking a little sheepish. "I actually do know how to meditate myself, and I've had to for all of this Nightmare stuff. But if we can combine our efforts, it would help all of the people that are still suffering some of the bad dreams, don't you think? I've kinda been trying to get people informed about the Nightmare Kind whenever I can."

Katara grinned when the girl started to stream the water, and Katara grabbed it back, then tossed it at Irma like some strange game of tag. "So in your world its accomplished by magic! I should have known because of Will, really. In my world you're born with the capability, but you have to train in martial arts to get really good at it."

"Oh! Oh... oh, I see...!" Irma said, laughing nervously. "For a moment there, I thought you were asking me to...!" Irma laughed some more before calming down. "But, yeah... I think it would work out in the end. Believe me, I know how it feels to be dragged down by dreams..." She remembered the crap she was put through when Nerissa started her attacks. It didn't help that the same time she was dealing with that, the rest of the girls were trying to keep Will from moving.

"Yeah, pretty much!" Irma said, easily "catching" the stream and launching it right back at Katara. "We're born with the ability to control the elements, but that's mostly because we're chosen to be who we are."

Katara giggled. "Are you kidding me? I feel like I've been meditating out of my ears! But if we could help some other people, that'd be a great thing, wouldn't it? A lot of people are starting to lose sleep because of all of the things that have happened in their dreams. Even I was avoiding sleep for awhile, and it doesn't help when you're trying to fight something like that to feel like you've lost all of your strength. Actually, I can tell you a little about what we know about the Nightmare King, in case you have any ideas. I'm sure you guys have seen something like him before."

Katara decided to make things interesting and pulled another long thread of water out, streaming it a moment before passing it over to Irma. "Nobody chooses us, we just have the ability. But we have to work at the ability too: reading scrolls, mastering your body, that sort of thing. Eventually, you bend in a style unique to you."

"Mmm... Not on that level." Irma said, taking a thoughtful pose. "Before I got stuck here, my friends and I dealt with a sorceress known as Nerissa. Years before, she used to be like Will and I, but things went downhill and, well..." she shrugged. "Anyway, she ended up attacking us through our dreams at one point, but it pretty much took us working together to get her out. I dunno if that would help here..."

Irma blinked before she caught the other stream. "Gotta be faster than that!" She chuckled before she launched them at Katara. "...you gotta go through all that?! Sheesh, if we had to do that, I doubt I'd be here doing this with you! Come to think of it, Corny would probably stalk off in anger...!""

"Yeah, the Nightmare King isn't exactly for a novice in magic," Katara said regretfully, "though now that I think about it, since there is a magical team that are working on trying to defeat the Nightmare King, you might want to give them a shot. But this sorceress you're talking about sounds pretty rough too, and the concept is still the same: we need to gather together to try and defeat this guy."

Katara grinned. "Oh, I can go WAY faster than that. This is just to get us started. But it never feels like its work for me, you know? I'm from the Southern water tribe, so this is something that's as much a part of my people as well as my gift. It makes me appreciate all I can do all the more."

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