A gale force wind shrouds the hallway, as those wings of Raziel's extend from his back and engulf the magician. Shielding the kid from him.
"Relax pal. It's fine." He said, looking towards the group of kids. They were cannon fodder. Barely superhuman at best. They were mostly unconscious, the one he'd dealt with had been bleeding mildly from when he nicked him with his claws.
Ryan was breathing heavily, falling to his knees. Power drain. He grew to weak from drawing so much energy. He falls sideways, his blue eyes fluttering open and closed. His breathing was uneven and shallow.
Cicada looked at the kid, "I was summoned. What the hell?"
She groaned and walked in front of him. She looked to the other kids, "Shoo."
Raziel retracted his wings, and deshifted his arm back to normal. He ran to the kid, kneeling down, and grabbing his shoulders. He checked his pulse and breathing for good measure. Even though he was obviously alive.
Ryan looks up at the other, his blue eyes dull. "I'm okay, just…" he takes a breath, "Over usage of power…" he mutters, his staff disappearing.
Raziel helps him up, gathering his papers, and the spellbook.
"You sure, buddy?" He asks.
He nods, trying to control his breathing as he leans against the wall. "Yeah…" he gulps, holding his head. Another migraine.
"Alright." He responded. "What class have you got?"
Cicada felt a small pain in her head. She guessed whatever the angel did wasn't foolproof, but at least it was manageable.
"Spells." He answers, pain pounding through his head. He takes his spell book with trembling fingers, nodding in thanks.
Raziel propped the kid up, so it would be easier to stand.
"Thanks Raziel." he says, smiling at the other. "I'll be okay." he says after a minute. "What class do you have next?"
(Is it an issue I'm starting to ship these two…?)
(No. It's not.)
Cicada watched the two boys, a little mad that she got pulled away from her charcoal.
((I've missed quite a lot, so idk what to do…))
"Next? Class has started!" The angel said. "But I have Magical History." He answered .
He looked back at the fire demon.
"What's up!?" He asked .
(Maybe you could meet up with our group in the hall accidentally.)
Ryan's head shoots up, which he instantly regretted. He hisses in pain as he holds his head. "Ow…" he mutters, pulling away from the other, "I gotta get to class…" he mutters, clenching his eyes shut.
"What do you mean what's up?" Cicada tilted her head. This was her first time out of the nether, she didn't quite understand these people.
"Sorry, if you're a demon. I summoned you on accident." Ryan apologizes, one of his blue eyes opening blearily.
"How are you?" He asked the fiery one.
"Yes I am a demon," Cicada sighed, "And I'm just a little mad since I got pulled away from my art, but it's fine."
Ryan winces, looking away as he wipes blood from his lip.
The angel tilts his head, looking at Rysn.
"You sure you're good?" He asks, curious.
"Are you okay kid?" Cicada looked at Ryan.
Ryan nods, "I'm fine!" he tries for a winning smile, "I just have a headache, that's all." he adjusts his bag.
Cicada muttered, "I can tell."
"Oh." The fallen one says, zipping up the back cavity, elbows and cuffs of his thermal.
He nods, "Thanks again, Raziel…" he mutters softly.
"No problem." The angel said, in a cold, dry voice. "I guess I'll see you either next period or at lunch, eh?"
Cicada leaned against a wall her wings folded up against her back.