The talisman was well polished and well kept, a bit of black string attached to one of its pointy ends that seemed to push a little out of the round circle that held the talisman together and kept it from accidentially poking anyone that happened to look at it too closely. It was seemingly old and a bit light, the silver finely made and the symbol looking better than just some poser necklace. It seeemed like it was a thing that had some value and possibly history. The black string attached to it from Nick's black shirt, the talisman on the floor before his locker or closet, whichever way one refered to it as.<br/><br/>Already well on his way home Nick tripped as the ground shook, cussing slightly as he got up. It was just the timing of it, just when he had put his weight on the foot on the edge of the sidewalk, the tremble made it slip and he landed on his knees , the ankle twisting nastily. Cussing, he tried to get up and walk ahead, limping a bit. "What the heck was that?" He muttered to himself, going on.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Greg sighed and took up a nearby phone, starting to dial a few numbers.<br/><br/>"Nanase, are you busy? I'd like to have training matches sometime soon to welcome Grace and show her how the arts can improve you and also improve your focus." Nanase was certainly a person to have improved a lot afterall. He repeated the calls to Elliot next and lastly taking up the number of another promising student, Justin. Granted, Justin displayed most talents with illusions in Greg's opinion but Justin was still very talented and surprising person sometimes.<br/><br/>"Come on, it'll be fun, having the old gang together to welcome Grace afterall. I'm working on getting the Real Martial Arts dojo up and running soon too, you know."<br/><br/>They might not come that day but at least he could try and arrange for the day they would meet up at.