'Quiet' time

Adelene's attention was drawn into the sparks from Octain's hand probably a bit too much, but she can't help it. They were beautiful, and it wasn't an everyday sight to her, which made it all the more wonderful. "I wish I can do stuff like that..." she mumbled, unconsciously, and when she realized, she grinned at Octain sheepishly. She probably sounded so childish and weird. It was strange that Octain wasn't taking some steps back right now. Instead, he even told her some possibilities.

"I'm VERY interested!" Adelene wanted this more than anything now. The opportunity was laid out in front of her and she'd be very stupid not to take it.

She couldn't understand much of what Octain had just said, about theories and all that, but that's what she's going to find out if she somehow manages to get into his classes, right?

Why was Octain being so kind? She was a student he didn't even know before today. She wasn't supposed to be worth his attention but dammit she was so happy just being able to meet him like this.

"What am I supposed to do, sir?"

"Thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Octain!" Adelene sounded so full of life now, unlike a few moments ago when Octain was still not around and she had been thinking of jumping over the fence. That one had been a serious thought she had been considering. But at this moment, that may as well be good as forgotten.

She stepped away from the fence and walked a few feet, where it was more spacious and less risky for anything to fall. She didn't usually show off, and she wasn't going to show off now, at least she thought so. But she wanted to show Octain what she can do. Partly so he can take back his words if needed, and partly just to show it to him. She held out her right hand, when black crystal-like dust slowly danced around her arm and eventually took the solid form of a pure black hunting knife in her hand.

"I can do things like this."

And then she threw it into the air over her head. It became dust particles again and she caught it in her hands as a fancier and larger dagger. And then she twirled it in her hand, becoming a .45 calibre pistol. One more twirl, it turned into a revolver. She threw it over her head once more, letting it transform into an MP5, which she caught with still only one hand. And then she moved her other hand for a stronger support, as the gun lost form once more, and came back as an M82, a huge sniper rifle.

Such quick changing of weapons easily exhausted her in the past. Sometimes, to the point that she'd pass out in the middle of training, and since she trained in a hidden area near the lake, nobody would find her and she'd wake up hours later, sore and drained. But her trainings paid off. She still looked like she just jogged a mile, but she was standing just fine. The rifle dispersed into black dust, and seeped into her skin.

It took a couple more seconds for her to absorb how she just attempted to impress Octain. She stood on her spot, internally panicking. And the only clue visible was her slowly burning cheeks. "Um... I think I got a bit carried away... I'm sorry..."

Exhausted breaths filled their air, though they gradually toned down and faded. Adelene accepted the bottle, offering a small "Thank you, sir," and a smile in return.

She couldn't speak, not until she was done taking all the water from the bottle. It cooled and refreshed her burning chest, which had just done an extraneous job of keeping her conscious, keeping her supplied with air and blood as she had used so much energy just to show off. It was worth it though. Because it would seem like he just scored on the professor's good side.

...For a moment though, she actually had to take that confident thought back. The now-empty water bottle slipped from her right hand and fell to the ground, as she herself took a few steps back when Octain began to float. At first, she had no idea what was going to happen, but she realized that Octain was just showing some of his own tricks to her. Adelene relaxed upon that realization, although she still made sure to be cautious as fire spun out, small explosions rang, swords flew, lightning struck, and light shone.

Adelene was almost going to drop her guard completely when the huge shadow loomed over them. Of course she'd look up, to sate curiosity first of all. And then she was confused. No idea what that figure was and why Octain summoned it. She turned to the professor, and their eyes would meet and lock, just before her senses started to blur and... she was sure she was going to pass out but it didn't happen. Instead, everything went back to normal.

"Uh..." She eyed Octain once more. Confusion lingered, but she was calm and only curious. "Sir, that was... amazing. I didn't even know what I could've done if it were a threat."

She smiled. A soft and pink hue spread across her face upon hearing Octain's next words. She felt honored and happy and embarrassed. She shrugged lightheartedly, unable to react any other way. "Thank you, sir. It means a lot to hear you believe in me like that, even though--" she chuckled, "--even though this is your first time meeting me."

Adelene staggered backwards. This familiar was a gift and scary mountain and she felt like she can't call down until it was gone. She had her nervous despite Octain's assurance that it was alright. One may take it as... a defense mechanism her body developed after all those years that her life has nodding constant threat.

The blue flame helped her calm down, for real this time. Her attention was drawn into it as it danced over Octain's hand, and eventually disappeared. Once it did, her crimson eyes went to his face-- er, mask-- and fixed on his own pair ad she further listened to his words. She chuckled sheepishly, lightly scratching her left cheek with a finger, feeling her face flush a little. "I can't not call you 'sir' at times... sir. It... It would very very disrespectful on my post. My tongue won't be able to help it. Well... I suppose 'Mr. Octain' is fine..." She was happy to know that the professor liked her company though. It meant a lot. "Don't worry, Mr. Octain. I won't hesitate to ask for help if I need it."

"I... Um... Octain." Adelene attempted to say his name without the formal addresses. And it was weird. Like thorns rubbing on her tongue before they crawled out of her lips. She wasn't used to calling staff members just by their name. But if Octain wished for this, she would try her best. "I can't promise you I can call you that way all the time. But I'll try at least... Octain."

She sat down when the mage did. Honestly, a campfire on broad daylight seemed weird, but it was adorable. Especially if it's there to create some campfire stories atmosphere. "I'd love to hear it," she said. She was all ears. She'd give him her ears anytime he asks her to, mostly because of her respect of him, and also because she really found him an interesting person.