"Thanks. It's not my favorite, but still good."
She takes the things and takes a seat.
"So, what did you say you were here for?"
She squeezes the bag, popping it and crumbling the charcoal, which she pours into the top of the mug.
Mech Bay
Finding a sturdy I-beam, or the equivalent, Jeran's armed with a makeshift weapon at least. The biggest issue though, is that it might slow him down due to oddness of shape and length-- especially as more and more of the hanger's floor seems to be filling up with an assortment of the gangways and other 'parts' when salvo after salvo appear to be tearing up a good part of the bay while missing the nimble Lycan.
"You only make the dance more succulent, shifter! Your silence fills me with certainty of your fear too-- why else would you seal away your breath from my gifts?"
It's not immediately clear what the creature animating the Mech is getting at, perhaps some study of extra-planar beings might help, though, the epic battle is causing extensive damage to the hanger.
"Well, that looks expensive." This time the Mech wastes a few shots on storage containers and the like, blowing up extra equipment with ease, using the armaments that take down spaceships.
At one point, an excellent strike is presented, and Jeran's swing with I-beam proves to connect solidly. However, after the strike, it's clear that there's no pain reactions, and these Mechs really are quite armored. The acid struck area seems to have suffered the most, not to mention damage to the paint job and scrapes.
"So who made these toys? I have to find the crafter and thank them for the thrill so far. So well crafted, a divine piece of work. Hah!" The voice still impossible to determine detail on the owner.
"Thanks. It's not my favorite, but still good."
She takes the things and takes a seat.
"So, what did you say you were here for?"
She squeezes the bag, popping it and crumbling the charcoal, which she pours into the top of the mug.
"My best friend was attacked. Murdered actually. They were able to bring her back to life, but her attacker had messed up her mind. They're trying to heal the damage, but nobody can tell me how long that's going to take. It could be hours, it could be days, it could be weeks. Nobody seems to know. So I'm hanging around waiting and being a general pest trying to find out." Her expression was almost serene and her tone was calm, but she crumbled three cookies to powder while she spoke, unaware of how much of a mess she was making.
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He pauses slightly as says ::I believe you, but in that case, I am going to assign the homework for you of practice what you can already do magically thus far whenever you are unoccupied and read..:: he turns away from him to a small bookshelf behind him and pulls out one of the smaller books ::this book:: he says turning back :: on the theory behind a few simple spells, chapter four is of particular note for you as it contains basic somatic component diagrams for spellcasters of non humanoid body shapes,::
Marcell nods.
"Uhm..."
marcell looks up at the book, then attempts to mage hand it to her. At least she seems to be getting that down.
"Any idea what's causing this?"::nothing firm, and it is best to not make guesses before more data arives, that being said I would like to find out if you are also curious, if you would allow me I will place a monitoring spell to notify me of new developments::
Marcell nods, not quite sure what that is, but trusting her teacher had her best intentions in mind.
"Yeah, alright."
he casts the mentioned spell ::it should go without saying, but if you find anything on your own or with another's help relating to your current condition, or need help with another matter you may come to me and I will either help or point you to someone more equiped to do so.::
"I can take her there and back, if need be," Tam replies, looking up from the video feed of their 'guest' in detention. "But it'll need to be a quick jaunt only - none of us need to be near that thing for very long.""That should be alright. I only need a few seconds....a minute at the absolute outside. It takes longer to write down what I see than it does to memorize it."
Tamrin stands up and pulls his old duster from the back of his chair. Sliding it on as he walks over, he then prints something from his datapad before stowing the device away.
"Sounds like you don't need any other kit, so let's get going," he says with a nod as he starts to read the spell off of the scrollware.
Tamrin stands up and pulls his old duster from the back of his chair. Sliding it on as he walks over, he then prints something from his datapad before stowing the device away.
"Sounds like you don't need any other kit, so let's get going," he says with a nod as he starts to read the spell off of the scrollware.
They arrive in what appears to be just a normal, ordinary meadow. Except that there is a feeling of wrongness here. The air seems to ripple in strange ways.
"Whoa," she said, eyes going wide as the symbol on her neck starts glowing even brighter than before.
Mech Bay
Finding a sturdy I-beam, or the equivalent, Jeran's armed with a makeshift weapon at least. The biggest issue though, is that it might slow him down due to oddness of shape and length-- especially as more and more of the hanger's floor seems to be filling up with an assortment of the gangways and other 'parts' when salvo after salvo appear to be tearing up a good part of the bay while missing the nimble Lycan.
"You only make the dance more succulent, shifter! Your silence fills me with certainty of your fear too-- why else would you seal away your breath from my gifts?"
It's not immediately clear what the creature animating the Mech is getting at, perhaps some study of extra-planar beings might help, though, the epic battle is causing extensive damage to the hanger.
"Well, that looks expensive." This time the Mech wastes a few shots on storage containers and the like, blowing up extra equipment with ease, using the armaments that take down spaceships.
At one point, an excellent strike is presented, and Jeran's swing with I-beam proves to connect solidly. However, after the strike, it's clear that there's no pain reactions, and these Mechs really are quite armored. The acid struck area seems to have suffered the most, not to mention damage to the paint job and scrapes.
"So who made these toys? I have to find the crafter and thank them for the thrill so far. So well crafted, a divine piece of work. Hah!" The voice still impossible to determine detail on the owner.
Jeran darts through the damaged hangar, collecting power cords as he goes, intending to hit the possessed mech with as many of them as possible. It wouldn't destroy it, but it would likely short out a few circuits for at least a minute. It would buy him a little time anyways.
"Rena see if he remembers where or who or when he is. Stuff like that. See if he's all there."
Kevin checks a cabinet in the room and, of course, finds a set of grey sweat pants and shirt with the Avalon Athletic Department logo on them. He hands/tosses them to Rena to give to Tryko'Sam.
With that done, he runs a full bevy of scans the room was built for to determine what's up with Sam.
Continuing her roll of wonderful social graces, Archena interjects with
"I'm sorry to hear that."
Followed by
"Oh. Sorry. Wait? They can do that here?"
"I haven't really had any friends besides one, so I guess I don't really know the feeling. I got kind of nervous when she didn't show up for a day or two when she was sick, but outside of that, I don't really know the feeling."
She grabs a waiting room magazine and swipes the crumbs onto it.
"Here, let me get that."
Continuing her roll of wonderful social graces, Archena interjects with
"I'm sorry to hear that."
Followed by
"Oh. Sorry. Wait? They can do that here?"
"I haven't really had any friends besides one, so I guess I don't really know the feeling. I got kind of nervous when she didn't show up for a day or two when she was sick, but outside of that, I don't really know the feeling."
She grabs a waiting room magazine and swipes the crumbs onto it.
"Here, let me get that."
"Oh!" She looked embarrassed as Archena cleaned up the mess she had been making. "Sorry anout that. Nervous habit I guess."
"So...you were pretty isolated on the sun?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
"Ya, I guess you could say that. I saw a lot of people, but a lot of people didn't see me. Really only* Elaine. My parents hired her to take care of me, so they didn't have to. She's really the only person I would call a friend."
She sighs a little, once again reminded that she probably wouldn't see her again.
what I do is I attempt to make him reveal if he is himself a ring of holy light appears above Dave's head, soothing the good and cowing the evil,
wait... Who are you... Dave unfurls the scroll and casts protection from evil.
"Ya, I guess you could say that. I saw a lot of people, but a lot of people didn't see me. Really only* Elaine. My parents hired her to take care of me, so they didn't have to. She's really the only person I would call a friend."
She sighs a little, once again reminded that she probably wouldn't see her again.
'I can't say I understand exactly, but I understand a little. Growing up there were large amounts of time when I saw more of my mother's chamberlain than I did of my mother. Your Elaine sounds a great deal nicer than my mother's chamberlain though," she said with a shrug. "So I'm assuming Elaine is a good deal older than you?"
Arthur puts the headphones around his neck so he can hear "hmm Wah? Oh right, when did the food get here"Hermes takes a slightly more firm grip on Arthur's shoulder and repeats the speech, tapping on his headphones if neccesary.
He adds:
"Sir, I should remind you that working to music is normally effective in solitary situations, but in a group setting, the value of communication outweighs that of a possible increase in efficiency with the addition of music."
"15 minutes ago, Sir. As per disturbance protocol."
He hands Arthur a plate of the things he ranked on the higher end of his favorites that were present, but also several "healthy" choices, Hermes is required to present him with.
"Uh. Not that much older, actually. Let me see."
She closes her eyes and does math in the air with her finger.
"Her hatching day is in February of... and mine is June of... so she's... twenty.... seven. I'm fifteen, so she's... twelve years older than me? Ya. Twelve. Not a whole whole lot. She's not, like fifty something and old like my parents' friends."
Isolab X
"Rena see if he remembers where or who or when he is. Stuff like that. See if he's all there."
Kevin checks a cabinet in the room and, of course, finds a set of grey sweat pants and shirt with the Avalon Athletic Department logo on them. He hands/tosses them to Rena to give to Tryko'Sam.
With that done, he runs a full bevy of scans the room was built for to determine what's up with Sam.
Triggering the scanning devices, and watching the display of data that starts to pour of out the probes, the immediate information is presented:
- young
- perfect health
- male
- human
- near match to prior scan of individual named 'Tryko'Sam'
In fact, with a quick glance, it's an exact match for the most part, given what's been at a top level, looked at. Kevin would know that the full bevy of scans will take some time-- but at the top level, it's Tryko'Sam per records of same.
David's Ring of Holy Light manifests and Tryko'Sam raises a hand to shield his eyes against the brightness, cowering further into the 'corner' he's current in, covered by Rena's wings, looking more like a rabid humanoid animal at this point. There's a perplexed look in Tryko'Sam's eyes at the sudden bright light.
The shadow of Rena falling upon Trkyo'Sam in front of her, gets used along with hand to block such illumination. He hasn't replied to any verbal speak, other than to look at whomever is making sound with a glance.
Mech Bay
Jeran darts through the damaged hangar, collecting power cords as he goes, intending to hit the possessed mech with as many of them as possible. It wouldn't destroy it, but it would likely short out a few circuits for at least a minute. It would buy him a little time anyways....
Jeran's flips around and dodges more barrages of auto-cannon, a few stray bits of metal or similar ripping past him as he deftly dodges and weaves-- though, he is well aware that the area of dancing is shrinking, due to environmental hazards. A fire here and there, ground slicked by liquids that have poured out from the Mech, and broken catwalk and other twisted metal frames.
So far, though, no rips in the suit and his self-contained breathing works just fine. The damage physically to the Mech doesn't appear to be stopping it's motion, but destroying systems on it (weaponry, sensors and such) do appear to destroy those parts-- but, this possessed Mech is animated by the power of the thing within, and as the ammo fails, resorting to physical attacks. The generators built into the Mech never really came online, which suggests the possession doesn't extend past the frame/main body.
Then, Jeran would notice and realize, that this possessed shape is breaking the rules of metal-- one of it's arms, in a backward, twisted attempt to smash Jeran, completely shifts and bends, turning almost liquid in appearance, swinging and nearly striking him out of surprise and due to the small vehicle sized fist.
"This is growing tiresome, shifter... you're stalling knowing you cannot stop me. You hope your friends will bring help? In the end, you will die-- and die alone, as everyone does, succumb to the inevitable." A nearly tangible wave of doubt rushes out, attempting to over ride any sense of survival... and can probably be resisted, if one's will is strong enough.
::What I want to do right now is save everyone, make sure that none of my friends are possessed or hurt, and kick demon ass, standard hero package,:: he projects with an edge of sarcasm ::as to any offers, I make a point to not accept any deals with someone who won't show their face, and to read the fine print on any deals with anyone who will show their face, I don't care if your some kind of higher power beyond the keen of man I'm not an idiot, nor anyone's pawn,::
They arrive in what appears to be just a normal, ordinary meadow. Except that there is a feeling of wrongness here. The air seems to ripple in strange ways.
"Whoa," she said, eyes going wide as the symbol on her neck starts glowing even brighter than before.
"Yeaaaaaaaahhh.........." Tamrin intones as he scans the area.
"C'mon Raelle - less 'Whoa' and more 'Go'" he says to her as he prepares and holds another spell in reserve. ;)
They arrive in what appears to be just a normal, ordinary meadow. Except that there is a feeling of wrongness here. The air seems to ripple in strange ways.
"Whoa," she said, eyes going wide as the symbol on her neck starts glowing even brighter than before.
"Yeaaaaaaaahhh.........." Tamrin intones as he scans the area.
"C'mon Raelle - less 'Whoa' and more 'Go'" he says to her as he prepares and holds another spell in reserve. ;)
"Just a sec....there's a complicated bit in the center," she muttered, her fingers twitching as if she were tracing symbols as she stared at the rift. The glowing tattoo on her neck was starting to develop a red tinge.
"Okay, that's it. I've got it," she said confidently.
Mech Bay
Jeran darts through the damaged hangar, collecting power cords as he goes, intending to hit the possessed mech with as many of them as possible. It wouldn't destroy it, but it would likely short out a few circuits for at least a minute. It would buy him a little time anyways....Jeran's flips around and dodges more barrages of auto-cannon, a few stray bits of metal or similar ripping past him as he deftly dodges and weaves-- though, he is well aware that the area of dancing is shrinking, due to environmental hazards. A fire here and there, ground slicked by liquids that have poured out from the Mech, and broken catwalk and other twisted metal frames.
So far, though, no rips in the suit and his self-contained breathing works just fine. The damage physically to the Mech doesn't appear to be stopping it's motion, but destroying systems on it (weaponry, sensors and such) do appear to destroy those parts-- but, this possessed Mech is animated by the power of the thing within, and as the ammo fails, resorting to physical attacks. The generators built into the Mech never really came online, which suggests the possession doesn't extend past the frame/main body.
Then, Jeran would notice and realize, that this possessed shape is breaking the rules of metal-- one of it's arms, in a backward, twisted attempt to smash Jeran, completely shifts and bends, turning almost liquid in appearance, swinging and nearly striking him out of surprise and due to the small vehicle sized fist.
"This is growing tiresome, shifter... you're stalling knowing you cannot stop me. You hope your friends will bring help? In the end, you will die-- and die alone, as everyone does, succumb to the inevitable." A nearly tangible wave of doubt rushes out, attempting to over ride any sense of survival... and can probably be resisted, if one's will is strong enough.
...
"I've heard that kind of trash before. I'm still here. And I'm still fighting," he added, swinging at it with the beam again. He knew it wouldn't do any real damage, but it would diret its attacks in a particular direction. It was only a matter of time before this thing brought the ceiling down. He wasn't a big fan of being buried alive, but if it kept this thing contained....and there didn't seem to be many other options.
"Just a sec....there's a complicated bit in the center," she muttered, her fingers twitching as if she were tracing symbols as she stared at the rift. The glowing tattoo on her neck was starting to develop a red tinge.
"Okay, that's it. I've got it," she said confidently.
"Music to my ears," he says as he backs the two of them several yards away from the tear, then fires his spell and brings them back to the lab.
"Uh. Not that much older, actually. Let me see."
She closes her eyes and does math in the air with her finger.
"Her hatching day is in February of... and mine is June of... so she's... twenty.... seven. I'm fifteen, so she's... twelve years older than me? Ya. Twelve. Not a whole whole lot. She's not, like fifty something and old like my parents' friends."
Tamina laughed. "That's a new one. I think I expected that your people would have attitudes towards age more similar to mine, given how long-lived you are. But I suppose the way you race through childhood and adolescence leaves its mark as well. No, twelve years is hardly a large age gap, you're right. Though I do wonder how you can tell the difference between the newly mature and those you refer to as old. I got tripped up over that pretty badly the first time my firebird friend introduced me to her parents. I know how to figure it out when I'm among other elves, but I still can't quite figure it out with firebirds. How can you tell the difference between someone who is just twenty and someone who is two hundred?" she asked, curious.
"Music to my ears," he says as he backs the two of them several yards away from the tear, then fires his spell and brings them back to the lab."Just a sec....there's a complicated bit in the center," she muttered, her fingers twitching as if she were tracing symbols as she stared at the rift. The glowing tattoo on her neck was starting to develop a red tinge.
"Okay, that's it. I've got it," she said confidently.
Raelle takes a few seconds to readjust to the change in surroundings. And then she pulls out a smokestick.
"Can someone please light this for me? And get ready to record this. I can only hold this in my head for so long, so I think you've only got this one shot at getting the information. Melody, I'm gonna use that notation system you showed me. It'll be easier," she said, using all of her willpower to keep it together. Holding this equation in her mind felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside. The symbol on her neck was becoming more red by the second.
::What I want to do right now is save everyone, make sure that none of my friends are possessed or hurt, and kick demon ass, standard hero package,:: he projects with an edge of sarcasm ::as to any offers, I make a point to not accept any deals with someone who won't show their face, and to read the fine print on any deals with anyone who will show their face, I don't care if your some kind of higher power beyond the keen of man I'm not an idiot, nor anyone's pawn,::** spoiler omitted **
Dave frowns "I guess expecting more from one without a true form, one question before we begin, do the others know that I'm gone, or is this one of those situations where I could spend an hour in here and like three seconds have passed outside."
Once that question is answered he nods and moves on saying, "now then I believe an offer was mentioned..."
"Hermes, record" Arthur commands as he produces a torch from the tip of his finger.
"Thanks," she said as smoke began to pour out of the lit smokestick. As soon as it did, she shaped it, using the smoke to create a visual mathematical model of the rift. Although to anyone but Melody it just looks like a lot of circles and lines, trailing around each other in an increasingly snarled looking pattern that resembled nothing so much as a child's scribbled drawing.
"This is the data you were missing. And here," she said, highlighting a section near the center in red "is your interference pattern. It really is. You were right about that," she added.
The tattoo on her neck was glowing a brilliant red now and blood was starting to drip from her nose. The spent smokestick dropped from her hand.
"I don't feel so good....I think I need to lie down for a min-" she started to say right before she passed out.
Dave frowns "it seems you know an awful lot about me, whereas I don't even know your name, just who am I dealing with here, what do you mean that you've already helped me, and I want more details on the obligations"
Mech Bay
"I've heard that kind of trash before. I'm still here. And I'm still fighting," he added, swinging at it with the beam again. He knew it wouldn't do any real damage, but it would diret its attacks in a particular direction. It was only a matter of time before this thing brought the ceiling down. He wasn't a big fan of being buried alive, but if it kept this thing contained....and there didn't seem to be many other options.
"Silly shifter, though your strength of resolve is commendable, all things break apart in the maw of destruction-- change is more ancient than you suspect, or know. But, you don't care. Ignore me. That's fine. I'm having a great time here-- all this destruction gets me hot and bothered. It seems to be self-healing too! just like your friend was. He got boring though. Something not right about that one. Doesn't matter now though-- he's been broken as best I can." The mechanical chuckle that issues from the Mech is haunting and inhuman. All radio attempts to communicate having stopped a few rounds ago.
There's another few more rounds and barrages of the auto-cannon, large holes in the walls and more columns breaking-- Jeran's goal of helping bringing down the roof seems to be in progress.
With a few more well placed attacks, or dodges, he could cause the roof to fall. The Sigils are getting rather ...damaged, though. Much of the smooth surfaces have been destroyed at this point in one form or another.
David takes a half step back in suprise possibly insane, divine or quasi divine being, tread with care "you ah, still haven't answered my final two questions"
"Yes Sir."
Hermes focuses is on the schematic and there's a faint hum as he burns info to a data crystal in his chest.
When she is finished he blanks out for a moment to initialize the information.
Raelle falls directly past him to the floor. Even someone with bad reflexes could've caught her. Hermes, however, lets her fall past as he stares into space.
Right after she falls, shutters over his eyes "blink" and he straightens and looks around for a moment before looking down to Raelle at his feet.
"Why is Ms. Del Sol on the floor?"
He doesn't move to pick her up, just staring at her for a moment.
Dave is suddenly more nervous at the being's claims but the notion of power granted by the being was hard to resist, he opens his mouth to grab at the offer when he slams his jaw down, incidentally biting off the tip of his tongue, as he remembers something "you just said though that there would be a long term comitment, lifelong was the word you used"
Dave decides he's more amused than angered by the man "as soon as you tell me what it is I would have to do, then probably"
"What's our relationship with... Mercy?"
His last major concern out of the way, David grins hungerly "yes indeed you can" a thought then comes to him a tad late and he quickly says "Uh, though I would appriciate knowing things that would be required for the job, things like who are the other champions I'm supposed to be makeing friends with, and any way I might.. Loose this power, you implied dieing was one way..."
adon had just finished eating. At this point, it would honestly be quite possible to mistake him for one of the dragons, having eaten impossible amounts of food in one meal, beofre he causally heads off towords his next class.
Tarka, in all honestly, had forgotten what she was doing, and is currently rapidly shifting about, here and there, on this and that. She's on her best behavior, though, not covering things with sticky glitter as she moves about. That is good behavior, right?
he casts the mentioned spell ::it should go without saying, but if you find anything on your own or with another's help relating to your current condition, or need help with another matter you may come to me and I will either help or point you to someone more equiped to do so.::
Marcell nods, then heads out the door, beginning to make her way to her next class, knowing she has to hurry, as gettign anywhere takes forever like this.
David blinks as he is suddenly deposited back where he was, and he takes in his surroundings, nothing appeared to have changed though he did feel a weight on his head that was not there before. he looks up at the weight and finds the glint of an ornate crown on top of his head. he looks down at himself as he begins to feel a strange tingling throughout himself, before suddenly a golden glow flashes brilliantly out of him, forming into an aura of power visible only to him. he stares at his hand and the power poring off of it dang, this feels... good... really good..