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Finally some roomie tim-whoops.

It had been an arduous few days. Between the situation with people losing memories and then the people coming back from the Ohm attack, Kaya had been pretty busy. She hadn't even left the med bay, preferring to sleep here instead of back at the Outsider's hotel. She knew she had already missed quite a bit due to this: sessions with Chase, the upkeep of the hotel, and general having fun time, but priorities were priorities. Now that she had some time to herself though, she was hoping to spent some time helping her roommate decorate and at least have some general fun: Alex, after all, had brought all of those interesting black light things, why not put them to good use?

She walked up the stairs of the hotel, making a beeline straight for the hotel suite. It was one of the good things about not having to be alone: it didn't matter that Alex was a boy, at least he was SOMEONE she could talk to on a daily basis. Besides, she had those sliding doors now, so they could respect each others privacy.

But then she reached the room and opened the door, and saw all of his things were gone, specifically the laptop he prized so much, and she knew he had been podded. She closed her eyes a moment, slowly counting to ten, tears springing to her eyes.
Of course.
She took a breath, then wiped her eyes and closed the door, going back down the steps, and quietly closing the door behind her. She wanted to scream, or cry, or throw a fit at least, but none of these things would bring Alex back. So she just wandered the city park for the moment, looking tired.

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And there was more information that Kaya had no idea about. She didn't know anything about burning legions or old gods, but she DID know enough about the Ohm to know that they weren't going to be easy and it was likely there would be deaths.

"Could you tell me a little more about paladins? What are their purpose, how they relate to everything. So far about stuff like that, I only know about Nokosi and Ronnae have told me. Have you met them yet?"

"Oh yeah, I met them! They seemed like nice people. Haven't seen them since I woke up, though." He shrugged, lowering his hands back behind his head. "I don't think the people from Azeroth like me very much. That's fine. The people ON Azeroth didn't like me very much either, so it would probably be weird if they started here.

"Anyway, paladins are holy warriors. Our place is mostly on the front lines, doing what needs to be done. Healing, fighting, taking hits, we can do it all... not individually and not all at once of course! Me, my specialty is taking the hits, and I'm almost as good at dealing them out. Pretty weak in the healing department, though."

"They are, both of them. Ronnae's a really good friend of mine, and Nokosi is the kind of person I'd really like to hang out with when I get the chance. I hardly get to though, I have a lot of training and teams to deal with."

She nodded. "They sound like pretty amazing people then. I'm a fighter and a healer myself though, so I sort of have to decide what it is I'm going to be doing when a fight goes down. My skills as a waterbender are usually needed in both instances, unless its a job specific to certain people."

"Well, don't tell them you met me, they might be mad," he said with a wink. "Waterbender sounds like a shaman, but I bet it's nothing like a shaman at all. I'll trade you demonstrations!"

"Why would they be mad?" Kaya hadn't heard Ronnae mention anything bad about paladins, and it was hard to even picture Nokosi getting angry at all.

"It's not, but you go first!"

"People from my world, not liking me, remember?" He took it in amused stride as he stood up -- then drew Quel'delar (#37). The blade shone with holy energy as he gripped it, a subtle shimmer.

"This works better with something to hit, admittedly!"

"What, are you some kind of criminal or something? I could just ask them about you and see what they say, you know."

She grinned, then looked over at the nearby lake in the park, She brought out her hands and the water started to obey her movements now, mimicking her hand movements and then Kaya threw her hands apart and the wave froze over.

"Bending...well, a little bit of waterbending, anyway."

"Naw, just socially unacceptable."

Oooh! "That was neat!"

Then he had an idea. He hefted the sword thoughtfully. "If I started whacking that thing, you think you could keep it up? Because THEN I could show off like no one's business too!"

Kaya still look bewildered. Socially unacceptable?

She giggled. "Neat? I guess you could call it that, but its a bit more, I think. But yes, I can keep it up."

And to prove it, she brought another wave of water up and started moving it toward him.

"I bet it's a bit more. All right! Now behold the glory of a paladin at his peak!

"FOR THE GLORY OF QUEL'THALAS!"

Howling his battlecry, the elf charged forward, sword upraised. This wasn't so hard! He'd just pretend it was a water elemental! He'd certainly fought enough of those.

No sooner did he get in range than he brought his blade back to line up a strike -- and power burst out of him as two wings of holy light erupted from his back. Quel'delar swept at the wave in a brutal slash, then almost without pause snapped back around and in another swing so potent it brought the sword clean out of his right hand as he passed it around his own back to draw it into position again. Somehow never breaking his guard, he snapped his hands out and the blade up, sending holy light out of himself in a wave to smash into the water, then hewed the wave for a second time with both a normal stroke and another one that sheened the blade with energy.

When he passed the blade around his back this time, though, he quickly slapped it onto its mount on his back, then cupped his hands before his chest. It took only a heartbeat for the power to gather before he thrust out one hand to discharge the holy energy in a blast powerful enough to create a shockwave rippling through the air. Then, with blinding speed, the sword was in his hands, and he struck once, twice, then a third time with a brutal rising slash that hit like a truck fired out of a cannon.

All this time Kaya was keeping up with him, making sure that the wave DID, in fact, act like it had a mind of its own, making it dodge and swish and attack when it could. But she could also see that an elemental would have had nothing to defend itself against this sort of an attack: Maridian had a REASON not to think the Ohm could withstand the sort of fighting he was capable of putting out. He was quick and precise, and not relegated to only his sword.

She clapped enthusiastically, smiling. "Wow, that was fantastic! I think only Negi's magic has stunned me quite this much!"

He bowed, grinning. "Thank you. I'm not as good as some people, this isn't my specialty, but I worked hard and practiced a lot to be good at it." The wings on his back faded away as he spoke. "My real strength is in protection."

"Protection?" Kaya said, interested. "You mean with your magic? how does that work?"

She was curious for another demonstration.

"Well, first, it helps if you wear plate armor. Unless you can turn into a bear. And if you aren't the undead and can heal yourself with vampiric sort of strikes, a shield helps too." He tucked away the sword, drawing out and sliding on his shield as his right hand drew his mace. "The power of a paladin infuses my body, my weapon, and my armor. Makes me harder to hurt, harder to hit, and a lot more threatening to the opponents."

A blue sigil appeared on the ground. Red orbs circled briefly about his body. Streamers of light erupted outwards in elaborate arcs. In other words, he was buffing.

"Go ahead. Hit me with everything you can!"

Well, if he insisted.

Kaya drew back and came at him hard, using her bending and all of her knowledge of redirecting strength to bite at him. Of course, she didn't make a dent, and she was starting to make her fingers sore and red as she worked: she even drew blood in a few places. Still, she was going at an opponent as best as she could, not holding back because he's asked her not to.

She did not stop for a good five minutes.

This was his element and his joy. Laughing, he dodged hits, parried others, and let even more slam into his shield as it shone with a holy light that served as a ward against damage. Even those blows that penetrated his defenses seemed blunted by the strength of his armor and a sacred energy that infused his being.

She could tell he was holding back his counterattacks --the mace flickered out every few seconds to smack the water that flowed around her, but not her. On every third stroke of the mace he made a gesture and spoke a word, and a flash of holy energy surrounded him, knitting together those wounds and bruises she'd inflicted. Every so often he turned one of those spells on her; he wasn't oblivious to the damage she was doing to herself at his request.

At the end of the demonstration, he wasn't even breathing hard.

It was, of course, one of the things Kaya tended to dislike about magic: it made all the effort she made seem useless, like she shouldn't have bothered. But she could increase her fighting speed too, despite the pain. Kaya, after all, was stubborn, and did not like looking like she was weak. And she certainly did not like being laughed at.

She struck with a vengeance now, making every move, however fruitless, count: she was not one to suffer indignities without a fight.

Oh no! Oh no no no, Mar wouldn't ever laugh at her, he'd be horrified if she knew he was thinking that way! There's no malice mockery in his laughter and his grin; it's the pure, boyish excitement of a man who loves what he does, and what he's doing.

If she had any feedback from the blows he struck to her water, she could take some comfort in their strength, or rather, their comparative lack thereof. In this defensive role his delivered hits of only a fraction of his former strength. He was refraining from striking her out of courtesy; even if he did, it would be no major feat for her to escape with nothing but bruises to show for it.

As her onslaught increased, so did his defense. A brilliant globe formed around him, energy shimmering across it to absorb her blows; it only lasted a few short seconds, though. When it dropped, he took a step back, lifting his hand in a no-more sort of expression. NOW he was breathing hard, a bright light in his eyes.

Which Kaya would have realized had she not jumped to conclusions, but the recent loss of her friend had left her in a state where reading people was harder for her. It would also have helped if she didn't have so much on her mind, from an afflicted boyfriend to the recent attack by Azula.

But she was understanding a little more now, watching him fight. She understood, for instance, that she could not beat him, not in HER way anyway. Her continued onslaught, while severely taking all the energy out of her, DID in fact make her feel a bit better about Alex now.

When she stopped she fell to her knees, her hands to the ground, shaking her head. "Hitting you is like hitting a rock over and over again," she admitted. "Wow."

"Well being hit by YOU is like being a rock in the middle of the ocean getting smacked by waves constantly," he said, grinning as he slid his shield onto his back. "You're good!"

No exaggeration, he honestly felt that way. He wasn't honestly so sure he'd agree with her assessment, particularly if she had some healing of her own she hadn't been using.

No, she actually found it difficult to heal herself in the middle of battle. She definitely had meant it about the rock though: he seemed extremely hard to hit, and t reminded her a lot of the strength of an earthbender a bit.

She was healing herself now though. "Being a palidin must take years of study: all that magic and power. I haven't seen anything like that in awhile."

"We tend to learn on the road," he said, rolling his shoulders to prevent stiffening up after that exertion. "It took a lot of time and effort, but it was all earned. What about you? Speaking of things that haven't been seen anything... like. I lost track of my sentence there, but you get it."

"I know what you mean!" She said, laughing. "I've had scrolls and teachers to learn from, but nothing compares to having to learn all of your moves on the spot when you have an enemy bearing down on you. But yes, what I do takes those three methods: dedication and study, a good teacher, and the know-how to apply those methods in a pinch. Not doing that resulted in some pretty dire circumstances."

"The Horde had some skilled teachers in most of our cities, and before... this," he waved at the ship in general, "I got to study with some Sunwalkers for a bit too. But there were a lot of paladins out in the field, and some very scholarly ones too, who did a lot of research and study into our abilities."

"And they taught you what they know," Kaya finished, or at least assumed that to be the case. "It sounds like you guys had some pretty war torn bloody stories too, just like we did. Well, less bloody than mine, I'll bet, but still, the battle scars from a war is pretty hard not to recognize. Ronnae and Nokosi have told me a little about it."

Finally some roomie tim-whoops.

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