A familiar voice at her back made her turn around to see Professor Relic standing behind her. He reiterated the same advice Lora had given her about tearing herself away from her visions and allowing them to overwhelm her. It was a natural response to resist pain, and embracing it--especially when it caused her discomfort-- was a hard feat to accomplish. Diem was afraid of her visions all the time. She never knew what they were going to show her, or how long they would last. They were often images she didn't want to see, filled with information she didn't necessarily want to know about people. To hear that her ability was a gift and not some curse to be shunned made her smile softly. "I know I shouldn't. I'm still getting the hang of all this." She informed him, staring into his strange crimson eyes. Briefly she wondered if she what she might have seen of his future had she not ripped herself away from the vision she had of him. With all the bloodshed, she assumed it was a sight best left unseen. Diem imagined it was what most of his life looked like with how efficient he seemed to be in the field.<br/><br/>Naturally when he lifted his finger to touch her she flinched. The last time he pressed a finger to her head she ended up on the ground, writhing in pain in a realm of utter darkness. This time, she felt relief. The pounding in her head lessened bit by bit till she was back to normal. What she couldn't feel was the unlocking of information that seemed to happen simultaneously. "Right now? Again?" After he had relieved her of her headache, she was a bit hesitant to manifest another, but she didn't want to keep him waiting. "Okay . . ." With a soft sigh, she lifted the apple to her eyes and began to focus, letting herself channel the divine power that allowed her to see unforeseen events. As usual, a wave of images flooded her mind and she bared through the pain that accompanied it. It was evident in her expression that she was suffering somewhat. Her brows drew downward and her eyes, glowing with white brilliance, were heavy. But, Diem didn't pry herself away. Instead, she held on until the rapid flicker of images began to slow, and began to play like a movie in her mind.<br/><br/>She saw figure clad in black, a hood drawn low over their face as they whistled a catchy little tune. A gloved hand tossed the apple up into the air, catching it on the way down over and over again. Diem searched the dark place in which they stood, examining the frosted windows and the worn and stained concrete. It looked like a warehouse of some sort, where the walls were lined with runes that she couldn't quite make out. The whistling stopped, and the figure turned as if sensing her presence. Usually what she saw didn't interact with her as she was merely a visitor in time. The fact that the being was nearing her, coming perilously close, made her decide to come out of her trance. Gradually, she eased out of the vision, not like the forceful manner in which she normally would. When she awoke, she was laying in the grass, her auburn hair fanned around her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Wow, that was . . . a lot easier." She breathed, slowly pushing herself up so that she was sitting once again. Diem listened as he continued on, informing her that she could heal herself and draw energy if she needed to. At his advice of making friends and allies, she smiled. "It's kind of hard to do that when you're half the worst thing in the world. I'll keep that in mind, though." Mortals were frowned upon in Lancaster. Even if she was half something else, it was all most people ever cared about. Still, she wasn't without a few friends. Lora was nice and Freya, when she wasn't kicking her ass, was also nice as well --though she wasn't quite certain if they were so much friends as they were scratching each other's backs.<br/><br/>The instructor pulled a leather-bound book from the void he created, handing it off to her. As she reached for it, her hand grazed his and a quick flash of images moved through her mind. They were racy and intense, making her blush as she saw him with a professor who she recognized in the shower, going at each other roughly. Diem took the book, pretending she saw nothing despite the pinkish hue that filled her cheeks. "T-thanks." She said, a bit wide-eyed. She shook her head as if dispersing the lewd sight. "Really, thank you. This was really nice. I'll put this to good use. I'll see you in class tomorrow, then?"