A Time to Shine! (THE FLOOR) [Ira/Open]

"...Ira?" Xaier's right eye brow would raise, mouth open slightly. He would peer around her at her surroundings. "I- Err.. Like the color of your room.." If Ira had't answered the door, he would have thought it belonged to a dude.. With a feminine taste in clothing. Shrugging, Xaier would step into the room, watching as she returned to her bed. Scratching at his head, he would turn and drop his boombox- Right on some of the Pillar's left over food. "Magic tricks? Hmmmm.. Let me think."

Xaier would lift his right index finger to his chin as he thought about what he could do. To be honest, magic tricks weren't something he had much interest in. While he might not have any traditional magic tricks up his sleeve, his brain was churning quickly to come up with something interesting at least. "Here, I think I got something you'll like!" Throwing his hands put in front of him, he would interlace his fingers and crack them, before letting go and holding his palms upward, hands together.

A white light would appear before forming a glowing glyph at the center of his hands, a luminescent ball of fire would then form, slightly smaller than a soccer ball. Xaier would unknowingly smirk as his hands would lift to touch the bottom of it. Grasping it , her would bring it around in a circle clockwise in front of Ira. After one full pass, the ball would being to circulate on it's own. His smirk turned into a smile as his hands reverted to their former position. When the ball of fire struck '12 o'clock', Xaier would form another ball. Much like the first, he would direct it in unison with the first. Once again he would form a third. The three luminous orbs would continue to rotate and he would pull his hands away, casually rolling his sleeves up. "How am I doing? So far so good?"

Xaier wouldn't pretend to know what was going on with Ira, but ahe certainly didn't seem as bubbly as normal. Her response was certainly not what he had hoped for. His eyes would drop back to the circle of fire slowly turning. He eould then feel her grasp at his sleeve and almost command that he sat. Shrugging slightly, Xairr would walk around his little display and sit himself next to her, watching his creation himself. He remained quier until he heard Ira speak again. He wasn't quite sure why she used the tone she did, but her mention of Siohban seemed to come from out of nowhere.

"Siohban..? I- uhhh.." Xaier would pause for a moment, half turning his face toward Ira. "I haven't talked to her since that night the three of us met up." Again he would go quiet. He hadn't really taken a whole lot of time to think about that girl. Strangely enough, he had been kind of drawn toward her. His hand would lift and hover subconciously above the scar near his heart, the place where Knuckle's shard and been embedded. However he lost contact with her after that night. "I don't know if she made the move with us. If she did, she hasn't bothered to contact me." His attention would return to the revolving circle, his mind beginning to wander.

He was unsure if he had any feelings for Siohban, he had only met her a couple times. Maybe it was due to the fact that Xaier himself was so use to people going in and out of his life. Xaier had never been able to have a strong friendship that lasted or build a relationship with anyone because he had moved around so often when he was younger. #552 had been one of the longest times he stayed in the same school. And after the District incident, he figured if he had to move again, why not with some of the people he had grown to know since attending. Though his role as an Apostle would make it difficult to befriend some of the students. To this day, he still could vividly see the execution he had been present for. "..That day on the rooftop, under the dome- Do you ever feel like maybe.. That maybe we shouldn't have been on that side of the glass?"

Xaier had a lot of regrets. However he couldn't deny that he wouldn't be as strong as he was now if it had not been for Luca Walker himself. That didn't mean he had agreed with everything that had taken place under the iron fist Luca and Alexai's control system. Austin Huntsman's execution was one of them. Even if he had been a criminal or terrorist as they stated, he had not deserved to die like that. Xaier had done nothing to prevent it. Just thinking about it seemed to bring on an unusual, deep anger that he didn't even know he had in him. His teeth would grind as a phantom pain pierced his chest where his hand had been hovering. He tried to hide it the best he could.