First training session (Mia)

[Adam Moore]

Adam was waiting in field. There was a new student at Hammel and that meant more training. He was excited to be able to help another student train, to hone their powers. From his understanding, this girl’s ability was, at least in part, controlled by her emotions. And seeing as his own power was completely reliant on his emotional state, it seemed logical that the two should work together.

But that was all he knew about her. That and her name was Mia. It was better that way though. He felt slowly getting to know each was an important part to the Trainer-Student relationship. And if he already knew a bunch of stuff about her… Well it’d be like he had an upper hand. How would she learn to trust him?

Trying to be mature, he was sure to show up early for their set time to meet in the training field. Trying to be himself, he was waiting by sitting on one of the lower branches of a tree close to the field. Swinging his legs. Just waiting. Any student passing by, he smiled and greeted. It didn’t occur to him that they were probably wondering why he was so weird. Or being thankful he wasn’t their trainer.

It occurred to him that sitting in a tree, where he wasn’t visible unless you were passing underneath or right beside, wasn’t a great way to be seen. Grabbing ahold of a branch in front of him, he let his body drop slip from the first, just to hang from the second. “Hey, anybody around here know a girl named Mia?” He called out to anybody around who could possibly help him.

[Mia Bell]

Mia walked onto the training field with a deep sigh. Dark clouds were following her around; though she couldn’t blame them. She wasn’t doing to good mentally. But no one would be if someone stole your journal and possibly read all of your thoughts and secrets. She was worrying herself to death, because who knows what this person would do with her secrets and she had some horrible ones. Needless to say, she did not want to have this training session, or any class at all. Her mind was to wrapped up in all of this with her journal. She would rather be in her room sulking, or in the auditorium playing the piano. But like always she pushed passed it and tried to find her trainer.

The girl didn’t know much about the trainer expect for that it was a male and his name was Adam Moore, easy to remember. She figured it wouldn’t be hard for him to find her, that is if he knew about her pink hair. She was pretty convinced she was the only one as this school who had an unusual hair color; and she liked it that way.

Mia wasn’t familiar with the other staff outside teachers and Dr. Neville. She didn’t really care for getting to know them either; they had nothing to do with her and she had nothing to do with them. Though if their paths crossed than she wouldn’t mind talking to them. She didn’t care for getting close to her teachers either, she didn’t see the point. She was there to learn and they were there to teach, nothing personal.

Mia walked up to the man that asked if anyone knew a girl named Mia. She raised her eyebrows “I’m Mia, but the question is, am I the Mia you’re looking for.” It seemed there had been another ‘Mia’ at this school but she had graduated. So now Mia was pretty sure they were more than one ‘Mia’ at this school. So the thing was, was he looking for Mia Bell, the girl with pink hair or someone else.

[Adam Moore]

Still hanging from the branch, Adam smiled at the girl who came forward. And his smile almost immediately fell into a perplexed look. “Huh… You make a valid point there girly.” Beginning to swing his body back and forth, trying to think of a way they could figure this out.

“I should probably learn more about the kids I’m supposed to train.” He let go of the branch, letting himself drop to the ground. “Well… Mia isn’t a particularly popular name. So there’s that. Are you trying to meet up with a trainer? Because then that’s me.” He said with a large smile and stuck his hand out to her. “I’m Adam Moore. Hammel Trainer. It’s a pleasure to meet me… I mean you.” Adam always felt as if first meetings were a little uncomfortable, so he usually over tried to overcompensate by acting as if it were totally normal and he’d known somebody forever.

“So uh, Mia, whether or not you are actually the right one… If you’re still in need of a trainer, I’m open. Why don’t you tell me a bit about your power.” He said, his legs bending at the knee and brining him to a rest on the grass. This was how he liked to start things, getting to know about the power in question. And the student too of course. But that would come with time. “I promise, I don’t bite or nothing. I’ll pinkie promise if ya’ need me too. Isn’t that like a big deal for you young bucks?"

[Mia Bell]

Mia didn’t see why people would mistake her for another person, unless that person also had pink hair. If that was case, she really was going to go dye her roots blue. Didn’t she always make a valid point? She stood there looking up at him, trying to figure out if this was the guy that was suppose to train her.

“You think?” She felt like she was being a bit rude, but she couldn’t help it either. She wasn’t in the best of moods, she was in a horrible one. But the man had a point, Mia wasn’t a common name “Oh You have a point.” She nodded “Yes I am actually.” Maybe she was the ‘mia’ he was looking for. Mia moved to shake his hand “ah then you are my trainer then. I’m Mia Bell, it’s nice to meet you too.” Mia eyebrow raised, this was going to be interesting.

“I can control the weather” She pointed to the dark sky, “More like my emotions control it..” Yes that meant looking at the sky and then knowing how her power is controlled you would know she wasn’t in the greatest moods. How could she not be after her journal was stolen and her mind was still wondering to that night she had yelled at Cameron for using her; she hadn’t heard from Cameron since then and she was really starting to wonder if she really had screwed up their friendship. Mia tilted her head “I believe you. And it's a bigger deal for younger ones.” She was sixteen; she didn’t do the pinkie promise thing anymore.

[Adam Moore]

Yep. It wasn’t only Mia felt her response was rude, it pretty much was. But Adam wasn’t one to get on kid’s case for something like that. Actually, it kind of threw him for a loop. “Er… uh, yeah. I do.” Whatever, so long as it wasn’t a constant thing, he wouldn’t pay the occasional snarky remark any mind. “Aaanyway…”

“Yeah, points. I make them from time to time.” He said with a big smile, hoping that perhaps he could lift her mood a little. And if all else failed, his cheeriness would annoy her. And that was just as much a plus. “But they aren’t always good. Or even make sense. Or… Yeah, you get the point.”

Adam listened to the girl and followed her finger to the ominous looking sky. “Huh. Well isn’t that a nifty little trick.” Of course, he could see how it could be problematic, so he was mostly being facetious. “Sooo… I take you’re bit upset today then? We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want. But if ya’ do, I’ve been told I have some fantastic listening ears.”

“Alright, so, lucky you, my power is all about my emotions. It sucks when that happens.” Sitting in the grass, Adam stared at the ground and began plucking the blades from the ground. “I’m not gonna lie, it’s gonna suck. Because you’ll have to be in control of your emotional state at all times. ‘less you wanna strike somebody dead with a lightning bolt or something.”

[Mia Bell]

Mia of course felt bad, she normally wasn’t like this; but she was on edge and didn’t know how to get away from it. She looked at the ground as he pass her remark; silently thanking him for not putting too much into it.

Mia smiled sheepishly; he was funny, she had to give him that. “Well, most people’s points don’t usually make sense. So you’re good.” She looked at him a bit shyly; she was trying to get past her mood. She hoped that hadn’t come off as rude or mean. She really hadn’t meant for it to.


“I wouldn’t say nifty..” Considering she also felt like she was fighting a cold from that night, staying out in a thunderstorm wasn’t such a good idea; but she couldn’t have helped it either. “Someone stole my journal and I might have screwed up a friendship.” That was all she was going to say; she didn’t like going into detail about things. At least now, he could possibly understand why she wasn’t in a good mood.

Mia followed suit; sitting on the ground after he had. She looked at her hands; could she strike herself with a lightning bolt? It would make all this easier. “Alright, but how do I do that?” Did this mean she wasn’t allowed to cry? Crying kept her emotions in check, it was how she vented; this was not going to go well.

[Adam Moore]

Adam perked even more when he saw a little smile on Mia’s face. “Ah… Don’t let people see Mia girl. They might think you like me something!” He said teasingly. “Wait, no, I mean… Like me as a trainer. Not like… Like me like me. Because yeah, that’s gross and I’m old and there are plenty of other people who... And now we’re in a weird place, so I’m just gonna stop talking about this now.” Well, this was obviously a great first meeting.

“Well… Nifty in that, if you don’t want to tell people how you’re feeling but still want them to know, you can kind of show them.” It paused, trying to think of another reason. “Oh oh oh! Or! Say it’s raining! And you wanna go to the beach? When you get better control, you can change that. That’s pretty damn nifty, ya’ gotta admit.” He said, nodding enthusiastically, as if encouraging her to agree with him.

Stolen journal? Screwing up a friendship? Well shiitake mushrooms… That wasn’t really his area… But he couldn’t exactly leave her high and dry, now could he? Trying his best to look both serious and concerned, he nodded. “Well, as far as the journal goes, I’m sure we can talk to somebody about that. Report it to somebody, try to figure out who exactly took it and make sure they’re punished.” But… there was still another issue. “Would you like to tell me what exactly happened with your friend?”

Adam held a blade of grass between his thumbs and blowing until it made a high-pitched squeal, though he stopped soon after perfecting the noise. “Like I said, it’s all about controlling your emotions. It’s hard, not gonna lie. Especially when you’re younger. But a lot of practice helps. And we can work on different ways to do that. That’ll have to be our focus at first, helping you to control that. Then when you have the control down, we can work on being able to manipulate the way you use them.”