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[Lysander Allington]

Lysander had been reluctant to work with Terrance too early. He knew that, while their powers were very closely related, they were simply... Different. Thus, when the administration approached him with a file on a young man who demonstrated a language-related ability, he had essentially said that he wouldn't work with the child until he'd managed intermediate control over his ability.

Whatever that meant.

A nauseous sense of jealousy had invaded him sense he had first read the file, and it had only grown more powerful upon reviewing it today, years later. This Terrance fellow hadn't been forced into solitude - in fact, he was a social butterfly. His ability had inherent control, and Lysander guessed that the young man didn't even have to exert any focus. What control did he need to demonstrate?

As he scanned the transcript, however, Lysander felt a smug satisfaction. At least the boy didn't succeed everywhere - and that would be the focus of their training. Plenty of other power trainers had dealt with Terrance, but none of them would be able to broaden the horizons of his power quite like a fellow meta-lingual.

He thumbed through a copy of the holy bible, his hands grazing over the Tower of Babel fable, written in Homeric Greek because he felt that it had more "texture". While Lysander didn't really believe the Bible to be more than fairytale, he knew that the book was invaluable as literature - especially when there was a story about the origin of all languages. Lysander and Terrance had, for all intents and purposes, defied one of God's punishments against man.

Now, the question was, how were they going to exploit that privilege?

He did his standard check up, setting the book down before pulling down at a dark grey cardigan while adjusting the collar of the lavender button-up below it. He had kept his ensemble more casual below the waist, however, with simple jeans and shoes. Lysander had waited years for this day, and despite his mantra of self-control, Lysander couldn't quite quell the anticipation that he was feeling.

OoC: Guhhh, sorry if I kind of stepped all over your character there. xP I tried reading his bio to keep everything canon, but obviously I have no idea what I'm talking about. Let me know if I need to change anything!

[Terrance Kellam]

TK was kind of excited, actually. He had remembered hearing about the trainer on more than one occasion, but for some reason he never saw fit to actually meet him. In the time up until the meeting, he had come to a conclusion. It was kind of pathetic, but it was the only thing he could think of: TK wasn't going to be superior in terms of communication.

He noticed that ever since he arrived at Hammel, he was a social butterfly. He talked to everyone; the more, the merrier. If they spoke another language, then it was even better. His abilities got to shine, and his status as the most sociable could be kept intact. TK could only assume he never met with the other because, technically, he challenged him. I truly am pathetic, he thought, making his way to the designated training room. But, in TK's eyes, there was no other option. It was either be petty and continue to talk to everyone, or lose to another person who could talk to everyone. He happily chose the former; he refused to go back to the way he used to be.

TK knocked on the door, stepping inside without a reply. "Hello?" Eyes examined the room in full before stepping in, looking to Lysander. He was surprised. The guy was pretty cute. When did we get cute teachers? TK smiled to himself at the thought. "Hey, Mr. Allington. I'm TK," he said, sticking out his hand. Even in introductions, he never called himself Terrance. He believed it helped instruct people on what to call him by. It worked, most of the times. It became apparent to TK that those of a higher status tended to still be formal with him.