Yuriko was hardly paying attention as the others in the room spoke. She had taken her seat again, and was staring at her satchel in silence. Hardly able to believe she almost snapped, she fidgeted with her skirt. She could not let that happen. Letting her emotions break was not an option, and apparently, neither was asking these people for help during her missions.
Someone snapped their fingers in front of her face, and she quickly looked up to them. Jayce was leaning forward across the two desks, holding his hand in front of her face in the position that showed he was the one who snapped. The blue-eyed boy smiled sheepishly as he leaned back into his chair once again, crossing his arms and nodding to the teacher.
"He asked you something," Jayce spoke.
Yuriko looked up to the tired older man with shaggy black hair. He was indeed looking at her. "What sort of, ah… ability do you possess?"
"Telepathy," She answered quickly. "It has a range of ninety-one metres."
He narrowed his eyebrows curiously, holding a clipboard. "How have you figured that out?"
"I practised," She said simply, as if it was obvious. Which she thought it was.
"Did you practise with someone specific?" The man asked, tapping the clipboard and paper in his hand methodically.
Yuriko turned away from him. She was silent for a moment. Then, "I would rather not share that information."
The tapping ceased. "Right," He mumbled, then walked up behind her. "I would rather know who was all aware of your ability, but if you do not want to share, I will not make you." He kept circling around the desks, until he was at an empty one, and set down the clipboard. "Well, are you all ready to go?"
"Yep!" Jayce gave a thumbs up.
"Sure," Mystic shrugged.
The Icelandic boy simply just nodded.
Yuriko expected the others to stand and leave the room, but she was surprised to see the older gentleman simply pull out a book from his satchel and open it. He motioned to Mystic and Jayce, who got up and started moving the desks. Yuriko stood up, grabbing her bag to get out of their way, and Vinhatri followed her.
She glanced at the door one more time. There was still time for her to leave, but she was curious enough about all the strange happenings that she chose to stay. As she stood next to Vinhatri, she couldn't help but hear his thoughts. However, since they were all a jumble of words both in Icelandic and Japanese, she couldn't understand them at all.
The man stood in the middle of the room then, taking a deep breath. Then, he started speaking in an odd language that sounded old. However, for some reason, she knew exactly what he was saying. The words, she also knew, were Latin. An old dialect that was believed to be associated with demons and devils and the hells.
"The world is made of beauty and sin," He was saying. "What is seen is what is believed. We here will open your eyes to your beauty and sin."
Every thought in her head disappeared. The world spun suddenly as he started to speak, the sound of waves filling Yuriko's ears. The noise grew louder and louder, and she stumbled back. The air tasted of salt and wet dirt. Seagulls called to one another. She closed her eyes as the room tilted, then whirled about. Then, the chaos calmed and the overwhelming sounds settled into a peaceful song of ocean, bird, and breeze.
It all made sense.
What was once a classroom became a beautiful rocky shore. Everyone was now standing amongst the rocks, or hastily carved stone pedestals. Jayce was grinning at the sky, his wonderful blue eyes closed, while Vinhatri was looking out towards the water. Mystic walked up to the teacher, smiling like she seemed to almost never do.
Alas, when Yuriko felt the wall behind her disappear, she almost fell to the ground. Steadying herself, she looked around in confusion. The thoughts that dispersed for only a moment were now back full force, except there was a difference. They were barrelling into her mind like a horde of warriors. She could hear everything – every thought, every sub-thought. She could delve deeper into minds than she could ever imagine.
Unfortunately, with the fact that every mind was coming into her own at once in a full-fledged desperate search for revenge, it turned out to be too much for her to handle. She took in a breath, watching as Jayce turned and frowned, running for her as she stepped back. She heard him call her name just before she hit the ground.