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Larrel lifted his chin, smiling "fine"
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Jasper could'nt help but feel surprised when she heard his answer. She let a smal lgrin go across her face "That's what I like to hear" She looked him up and down trying to figure out what type of a fighter he was, was he offense or defence. Or was he lying to her. She stodo there running ideas through her mind as she waited for the teacher to say they could begin
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Larrel lifted his hand up into his vision and stared at his glove, it was leather and uncomfortable, but he knew he needed it
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Jasper glanced over once more seeing him look at the gloves "What are those for?" She tilted her head looking at them
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Larrel looked up at her, "don't you know?" He said,
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Jasper looked up at him confused "Nope not at all" Her voice matched her confused face
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Larrel sighed, dragging a gloved hand through his white hair, "I where gloves, Ally where's gloves, make a connection? Whatever we touch turns to ice"
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Jasper glanced at his hands before glancing out at the other students, she spotted a girl who was holding a knife, she looked very timid. "So is that one power all cryosphere people can't control?"
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Jasper glanced at his hands before glancing out at the other students, she spotted a girl who was holding a knife, she looked very timid. "So is that one power all cryosphere people can't control?"
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Larrel looked at her, "I prefer that it doesn't turn off, not that we can't control it" he said
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