Event Finished Mass evacuation

It times of struggle, it was best to help the weakest first. Well, it was best to help yourself first, and then help those that couldn't help themselves. As he'd been taught in basic fire manipulation classes, you put yourself out first, and then you helped those around you.

"We should head towards the preschool area. The youngest children will be there, who will be the least capable of evacuating on their own. There won't be enough teachers, and I'm not aware of any of them having powers that would help the children escape." The youngest were the most fragile, and he didn't wait for confirmation before he started to walk, heading down the halls. He hadn't been there very long - only a few months - but it was enough that he knew the layout of the school. It was so small compared to the school of Chants, and he couldn't help but feel that it held so many fewer secrets.

Evacuating people seemed so methodical to him. He'd already gone through all the mental stages, pushed back the panic and the fear once before. Doing it over again was like nothing more difficult than slipping into a well worn pair of shoes. This time, evacuation would be even easier. He didn't know most of the people on the island, and their deaths would not be personal to him. When he'd evacuated his own world, his own school, he'd known each and every person. He'd known the people he was evacuating away, most to their own deaths, and every single one had been a blow. This was a thousand times easier by far.

It let him stay cool and detached as he headed down the hallways. He didn't glance backwards even once, listening instead to Claire's footsteps behind him to help him keep track of her.

He didn't hear anything when she first said it, a frown settling on his face. His hearing was fine, but nothing special, and it wasn't until they'd turned the next corner that he felt it. Someone was crying - no, several someones. He could hear three or four children crying, and the sounds of someone talking to them, although what they were saying he could only guess at.

He pulled open the classroom door to find a small class of young children, obviously gathered from different levels to stay together. There were two teachers there as well, and even at a glance it was obvious that they had their hands full handling them.

Enelen stepped in, immediately taking charge of the room before the preschool teachers could even reply.

"We're here to help you evacuate. My name is Enelen, and this is my assistant." He glanced back at Claire quickly to establish who he meant, and to ensure there would be no confusion. "Please gather everyone up in the center of the room - holding hands would be best." It just made it that much easier for him, and easier was better.

Enelen's face twisted with obvious confusion when she commented that it was 'like ring around the rosy'. He had absolutely no idea what that was, but apparently almost everyone else did, because they immediately went about gathering up in a manner that almost perfectly matched his expectations. A neat circle, with the teachers collecting the children up, holding their hands in a ring.

Oh. Well - well, that was simpler, wasn't it? Enelen eyed Claire skeptically, unable to tell if she'd somehow read his mind or if she was simply that good with children, and then decided it probably didn't matter. He had better things to worry about.

He gestured for her to join the circle, stepping over two children's arms rather than just asking them to part momentarily, and moved into the circle properly.

"Please keep a hold on your neighbours." That was that - all the instruction they were going to get as he began to mumble, circling the edge of the circle, his staff being dragged lightly around the floor. He had long ago moved past the need for physical circles, but mental circles and physical movements still helped. Moving so many people at once was unusual even for him, and he'd only been to his target location once.

But he was an expert. Transportation magic was what he was a master at, the thing that had become a high mage for. In less than two minutes, there was an abrupt pop as the air was sucked out of the room, and then suddenly they were elsewhere.

They had all appeared in the middle of a hastily assembled camp, with people running every which way as more people streamed in. They'd appeared in a small clearing that Enelen had specially designated when he'd first arrived at the camp, and he quickly ushered them out of it, just in case anyone else was trying to get in.

Teleportation with him wasn't unpleasant - it simply was. There was no strange feelings associated with it, and no sounds beyond a pop. They were simply in the school one moment, and in a clearing the next.

Enelen was surprisingly bad at figuring out what people thought about him. Or perhaps more accurately, he was bad at figuring out what the people of Manta Carlos thought of him. He'd grown up in a situation that might as well have been a nunnery. Everyone thought the same, everyone acted the same, and for the most part they were united in their goals. Certainly there were differences between them, but those differences seemed so minute now that he had real perspective. The differences between the people he'd grown up with and the people on the island were so tiny that they might as well not have existed. They might as well all have been the same person, a thousand Enelen's going about their business.

People on Manta Carlos were strange and different, and it never stopped confusing him when they were excited about things that he'd grown up with.

He went a little bit red when she described his magic as the coolest thing, his eyes suddenly finding things to look at that were not her.

"Well, you did well with the children. I don't have any real ability with them." He admitted, which was a very roundabout way of saying that he neither liked young children, nor could manage to get them to do anything more complex than eating some candy.

"Much more easily. I assume this means you'll be coming along? I think we can manage one or two more trips before it becomes too risky." He wasn't going to protest her coming - not after seeing her skill at calming people (something he could never really do), nor after the blatant flattery.

He wasn't quite sure he agreed. Innocence was just a nice word for ignorance, and there was no age too early for education. He knew he was alone in that though. People seemed to be happy to keep kids just kids, and he couldn't even blame that on cultural differences. Even on his own world he'd been criticized for pushing education too young.

"Just hold onto my hand." It wasn't even really necessary, but it helped, so he saw no reason to avoid it. Touching things always made them easier to take with him, and saved him from having to work up the effort to teleport someone that was not himself. As long as someone was touching him, he could simply carry them along the way he carried along his own clothes, or a bag.

The transition was quick, another instantaneous pop (although much quieter), and they were back in the school in a moment.