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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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"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.

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