Warren peaked cautiously over his shoulder as he made his way cautiously down the empty hallway, checking to make sure that there was no one around. Content with the fact that he seemed quite alone, he continued onward, and pushed open the door to the empty classroom. Syne Academy was a rather large school, a fact almost accentuated by Syne's relative newness, and thus lack of students. That wasn't to say that the academy was a ghost town, quite the opposite it in-fact, but there was plenty of open space around, and it was easy to find places where no one ever wandered to too often, if you knew where to look anyways. This particular classroom was one of those places, one of the furthest away from the dorms, and thus one of the last ones to be chosen to be used.
Creeping quietly in, Warren wrinkled his nose and stifled a sneeze as he disturbed the dusty interior of the room, waving his hand in front of him to clear the air. He closed the door behind him with a frown, rather unhappy with the condition of the abandoned classroom, as well as the fact that he had to sneak around as if he was doing something illegal. Hell, what he was doing here was far from it, what he was here for was for training.
Normally Warren would've been fine with using anyone of Syne's many easier to access training facilities, but he wanted privacy for what he was about to practice. He could always run or do any other number of exercises if he wanted to get stronger, he could spar against other students or learn from the combat instructors if he wanted become a better fighter, and he could always read and study books if he wanted to get smarter, but the one thing he couldn't ever seem to improve was his Aura... Sure, he'd gotten better at using it, he'd improved by leaps and bounds compared to when he first had his Aura unlocked, whereas before he was barely able to summon a single mote of light with all of his concentration, he was now able to summon one with a snap of his fingers, but that wasn't what he was working at. He had improved greatly with his skill at using it, but he could never seem to make it any stronger, no matter how much he pushed himself. The most impressive thing he could think of about his Semblance was his ability to turn invisible, and even then he could only do it in short bursts, unless he felt like knocking himself out from the exertion. As much as he loathed to admit it... He was embarrassed by this fact. He could improve on just about anything else, but he felt as if he was driving himself into a brick wall when it came to his Semblance.
Even still, he had to try. Warren strode down into the center of the room, stifling another sneeze as he pinched his nose with a groan. Turning around, he looked out at the rest of the classroom and took a deep breath, preparing himself. "Okay... You can do this..." he mumbled quietly as he slowly raised one arm out in-front of him, more out of it feeling like the right thing to do rather than out of any necessity. He closed his eyes and focused, controlling his breathing in an exercise he'd done countless times before. Soon a small ball of light, roughly the size of a baseball, shimmered into existence in front of Warren, slowly circling him. Then a second. Then a third. Then a fourth. Each one slower than the last. Warren was entirely lost in his concentration now, all of his focus directed at keeping the four lights up for as long as possible, his breathing slightly strained from the exertion. He'd have been worried if it weren't for the fact that he'd come here before. Perhaps he should've been a little more watchful though...
Creeping quietly in, Warren wrinkled his nose and stifled a sneeze as he disturbed the dusty interior of the room, waving his hand in front of him to clear the air. He closed the door behind him with a frown, rather unhappy with the condition of the abandoned classroom, as well as the fact that he had to sneak around as if he was doing something illegal. Hell, what he was doing here was far from it, what he was here for was for training.
Normally Warren would've been fine with using anyone of Syne's many easier to access training facilities, but he wanted privacy for what he was about to practice. He could always run or do any other number of exercises if he wanted to get stronger, he could spar against other students or learn from the combat instructors if he wanted become a better fighter, and he could always read and study books if he wanted to get smarter, but the one thing he couldn't ever seem to improve was his Aura... Sure, he'd gotten better at using it, he'd improved by leaps and bounds compared to when he first had his Aura unlocked, whereas before he was barely able to summon a single mote of light with all of his concentration, he was now able to summon one with a snap of his fingers, but that wasn't what he was working at. He had improved greatly with his skill at using it, but he could never seem to make it any stronger, no matter how much he pushed himself. The most impressive thing he could think of about his Semblance was his ability to turn invisible, and even then he could only do it in short bursts, unless he felt like knocking himself out from the exertion. As much as he loathed to admit it... He was embarrassed by this fact. He could improve on just about anything else, but he felt as if he was driving himself into a brick wall when it came to his Semblance.
Even still, he had to try. Warren strode down into the center of the room, stifling another sneeze as he pinched his nose with a groan. Turning around, he looked out at the rest of the classroom and took a deep breath, preparing himself. "Okay... You can do this..." he mumbled quietly as he slowly raised one arm out in-front of him, more out of it feeling like the right thing to do rather than out of any necessity. He closed his eyes and focused, controlling his breathing in an exercise he'd done countless times before. Soon a small ball of light, roughly the size of a baseball, shimmered into existence in front of Warren, slowly circling him. Then a second. Then a third. Then a fourth. Each one slower than the last. Warren was entirely lost in his concentration now, all of his focus directed at keeping the four lights up for as long as possible, his breathing slightly strained from the exertion. He'd have been worried if it weren't for the fact that he'd come here before. Perhaps he should've been a little more watchful though...