Akemi Nagi (Gym - Koi Fish Pond)
With tired, but curious, eyes, Nagi found herself unable to redirect her gaze elsewhere as the teachers stepped out. It was simply that powerful. Their presence demanded attention, their posture, stride, eyes all exuded power. Power that no one, no young women, could tear their eyes away from. It was the same kind of power that often left people staring, speechless, but obviously to a lesser extent here. Even though Nagi would've liked to hold her head with the palms of her hands, it would've been disrespectful, and she wasn't going to cross with any one of them today - if ever.
As they began to speak, Nagi dragged her eyes across the teachers form. Inappropriate, but she was one to appreciate all forms of beauty. That, and Nagi would've wanted to see if she could find clues, any hint, of what the third year teacher's power may be. Her eyes easily picked up the defined, toned arms, and sadly that was the only clue and it lead Nagi nowhere. The only other clue was that she was twins with the principle. Therefore, hella powerful. So not only would she not be able to figure out the third year teachers power, but the principles as well. ... As expected really, they were young, and only familiar with the magic that their classmates possessed.
Pulled out of her thoughts when the teacher began making motions, a shiver ran down Nagi's spine. There were so many 'whipping' references today ... was she not let in on a joke or something? Turning her head away at that point, Nagi still listened though her eyes were firmly directed to the ground beside her. Oh yes, she had yet to stand up.
It was only when her breath caught in her throat, did she turn around to properly face the teachers who had transformed. All three of them. The suddenly shift in the air was hard to miss, and Nagi only let out a silent puff of air as she settled her nerves down quickly. It was Magic Dodge Ball. They made them do this nearly every year, with tweaks of course. When Sakura began to redecorate the gym, Nagi trailed her eyes over at the rest of the teachers who remained transformed, and was more than disappointed when they not only look more enticing than ever, but also left no clue as to what the hell they could actually do.
Nagi was never that good with mysteries anyway.
When the small marble had been placed in her hand, Nagi only looked down at the tiny pitiful thing. Staring almost in amazement, or nostalgia, just remembering how the tiny thing could take her magic reserves and actually serve as a weapon. Shaking her head and wrapping her fingers around the marble, Nagi turned to the rest of her teammates. Midori immediately shot off in a swirl of flames. That was fine, the fiery girl was always competent in a fight, in a competition ... they had just had to pray that Kureha didn't stumble across her. Kimiko began to climb ... and Nagi didn't get to see any panties. Shame. And for Eile, well the rest of the students probably heard her rather than saw her flying about. It was actually quite skilled that she managed to sing that loudly, and from such a high point in the room.
She was one of the few remaining, and couldn't help but to let a tired sigh escape from her lips as she transformed all the same. It was nothing flashy like Midori's sadly, instead her costume simply faded into existence. Her blue eyes melted, as yellow bled through. Her hair through, almost seemed to be whitening, from the tips and all the way up. If one were to focus, they'd find that it was only blonde hair trying to swallow up her natural red hair, but that was besides the point. If there was anything she was thankful for, it was how normal her costume and transformation was, like the teachers', she assumed that it would be hard to point out what Nagi's power actually was just from looking or watching her transform.
It would be an advantage, towards the first years at least. Anyone from her own grade, Momoko or Ririka, already knew, and would at least approach with caution. Would be too much of an effort to take down in a stupid game of Magical Dodge Ball.
Without another word, Nagi walked. With the marble held out of sight and in her hands. Her boots made no sound as she approached the side of the transformed arena, the temple was real, the pond ... oh dear, there were even fish in there! Much more intrigued, Nagi made her way over the mini-bridge that looked over the waters, leaning over, ignoring the unnerving feeling of her unfamiliar eye colors, she watched the fish in silence. It would help, to concentrate on something.
Like trying not to fall asleep.
Or finding someone trying to hide around here.
