"His name is sir alonne. He was the first, and Probobly the only, person to ever survive seppuku with no aid from magic."
Adon smiles and twirls the new sword a bit.
Adon gets the bizarre sense that Djalos is looking at him, despite how he's "staring" into the distance. "Do you want me to destroy that memory? I have the sense that was... private."
"Not really private. It's just that most people would be... Concerned by the fact that I just commented ritual suicide. Even if I did survive. Just don't go blabbing about it and it'll be fine."
Al heads back to his room before his afternoon meditation class after lunch. As he washes up, a familiar presence sours his mood. He looks up, and in the mirror sees his shadow self. His eyes go wide, as he sees for the first time the actual face of his tormentor...only to realize it's his own, distorted face.
::I'm glad you're learning more control:: it sneers at him. ::Will make things easier in the long run.::
"How...?"
::How indeed. As you learn to embrace and seek to control the darkness, the easier it is for me to...slip out::
Al didn't like what he was hearing. After all the work done with Ryleh, things had come to this. About to fall into despair, he noticed a slight grin on his twin's face...and he realized that it was lying. As that realization dawned, the grin disappeared.
"You're lying. The fact you're standing there in a controlled form, instead of some amorphous black cloud harrying my thoughts means my mind has found a way to deal with you. Very interesting." Al wiped his face off on a towel, dismissing his twin, believing he was a figment, until he heard his books spill onto the floor form a bookcase. He turned to see what had happened, and saw his twin actually standing there.
::You don't control me yet, Al'rqyq. But keep practicing, one day the both of us will be forged into a weapon of Shadow::
With that, it winked out of existence, retreating to the recesses of Al's mind that had spawned him. Al cursed as he picked up his books and returned them to the bookshelf. He was definitely going to need a meditation session after this.
"I am not most people." Is that a trace of humor there? "If you can cancel out all magic-at least temporarily-I must request that you test something for me."
Being new and fresh faced to the school and so many things, it takes a little more than the dour mood around campus to bring her down.
She's been spending a lot of time in the art labs as she is now, especially in sculpture area and kiln. She has an interesting habit of sculpting things and staying in the kiln with them to make sure they set right. The dinosaurs she's learning about in one of her classes are an especial point of interest and often focus of her sculpting. She's presented more than a few of her extracurricular projects to Raelle, the only person so far to have taken interest in her. Not that she minds. She's never been terribly sociable.
Hermes has spent every waking moment (of Arthur's at least) with him, helping in his endeavors. Most of Arthur's sleeping time is spent making a new arm for himself so Arthur doesn't have to.
The frequency of his reminding Arthur that "Melody will be alright," is cut from every 15 minutes to once a day upon request.
"I am not most people." Is that a trace of humor there? "If you can cancel out all magic-at least temporarily-I must request that you test something for me."
Adon makes a little "go on" hand gesture.
Djalos holds out his hand. Assuming Adon grabs it, he says calmly, "Brace yourself." With his other hand, he pulls off his blindfold and opens his eyes...
...and nothing happens. Except that Adon starts to feel like he hasn't eaten in a week. Djalos' eyes are hazelnut brown, and look rather confused. He seems to be at a loss for words, and tears seem to be forming in his eyes.
After all of that restoring Balance business, Jasper stuck around in the school for a little bit. He's become somewhat fond of Andromeda and after some convincing from her, he's enrolled in the school. He has enough functioning learning to attend regular classes, but he has to learn how to read in common, only being able to do so in Auren. For now his teachers have agreed to accepting written assignments in Auren and using magic to translate.
He's spent a fair amount of time around Andromeda, the both of them adjusting to being back around people after an extended period away. Not of course when she was catching up with family, but if she had free time. Other than that he's spent all of his time in doors after almost having a panic attack in the open space of the lake without the feeling of new freedom and imminent combat to take his mind off of it.
Djalos holds out his hand. Assuming Adon grabs it, he says calmly, "Brace yourself." With his other hand, he pulls off his blindfold and opens his eyes...
...and nothing happens. Except that Adon starts to feel like he hasn't eaten in a week. Djalos' eyes are hazelnut brown, and look rather confused. He seems to be at a loss for words, and tears seem to be forming in his eyes.
"... Geez. What's up with those? Lots of magic coming in to destroy. Let's try and... Turn that off, for a moment."
Adon reaches out and touches Djalos's face, near his eyes, if allowed, and surges a disjunction into it.
Adon's anti-energy pushes into the whirling maelstrom of energy within Djalos, and it subsides for the moment. Djalos stumbles back... then his eyes begin glowing a bright blue.
With what looks like massive effort, he closes them before he can do any damage.
Djalos says, quite calmly, "It looks like you're safe to have fun with."
Andromeda is waiting outside of Jasper's last class when he comes out. She waves and smiles. "Hey! A familiar face! Who doesn't immediately assume that I'm my sister," she added with a grimace. "I'm starting to think I need to wear a name tag or something."
Adon's anti-energy pushes into the whirling maelstrom of energy within Djalos, and it subsides for the moment. Djalos stumbles back... then his eyes begin glowing a bright blue.
With what looks like massive effort, he closes them before he can do any damage.
Djalos says, quite calmly, "It looks like you're safe to have fun with."
adon pauses.
"Sorta. That made me really hungry. Though, not as much as I think it shoud've... Then again..."Adon bends over and picks up the book.
"Sir alonne always hated magic just as much as I did. I have a feeling he's helping."
Djalos stands impassively. It is really creepy how he never looks directly at someone. He then says, "I suggest we go to the cafeteria. They probably have some good food there."
Chara shot out of the classroom suspiciously quickly once they were dismissed for the day. She had plans....plans that involved roller skates and a water slide.....
Meanwhile in the rift.....
everything went dark for Mel. it seemed like an eternity but suddenly she opened her eyes. she was lying on hard metal there was a strange hum around her.
the suit Arthur had made was piled on the floor nearby. Great your awake. came a childish female voice. Mel sat up, but moved a little to fast and felt a little light headed.
Easy there, you were almost killed, but you safe now. the girl said.
who are you? where am I? Mel was full of questions, but the girls stopped her. One thing at a time the girl responded as she came into view from behind a control console.
the little girl couldn't have been older than 10 she had dark brown hair braided into pig tails that hung from each side. she wore what appeared to be denim coveralls that only when down to her knees, she had a red bandanna tied about her neck and a wide brimmed straw hat
my name is... ahhh... well that's a little complicated, so you can call me...Susan
as for where you are, This is my ship, I rescued you from the rift. well we are actually still inside the rift, but you managed to close it. so now we just need to find a way out.
Djalos stands impassively. It is really creepy how he never looks directly at someone. He then says, "I suggest we go to the cafeteria. They probably have some good food there."
"... You're afraid of what you can do, aren't you? Of what you are, and what you would do to people if you make a little mistake. So you suppress yourself, to avoid the weight of your nature, your potential actions, and your likely dangerous power. Am I right?"
Adon fidgets, a bit. He hardly knows where That came from."... Uh."
there's a hint of a second shadow, behind Adon- of the Eastern armored man.
Sun spent the last week with Sara in the younger classroom, doing his best to stay out of trouble, but still finding it nonetheless.
there was the chalk incident, then there was the mac and cheese fiasco, and who could forget the red lipstick disaster.
In any event, despite the hiccups along the way, Sun proved to be a decent helper in the classroom. He spent lots of time with Sara and always looked forward to lunch in the garden with lang.
"Yes," Djalos says bluntly, as he smoothly ties his blindfold around his eyes again. "I annihilated an entire cell of the Anonemuss just by opening my eyes. My power is dangerous. Are you sure you read that book thoroughly, Adon? It appears that the covenant that you made with Sir Alonne had some unexpected consequences."
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"There's only so much it actually says. All I know is I got what I wanted, and the consequences are Probobly worth it."
Keme is sleeping in fox form in a patch of sunlight in the library. He'd been spending his nights trying to patrol the area around the school, looking for the murderer. But so far all he'd gotten was tired.
Kevin had gone back to being at least regularly normal of his days save for a few key facts.
1. He was now no longer a half elf, but a large mass of semisolid blue stuff.
2. He had become a part of the rotation of keeping the girl they had rescued safe, doing his best to entertain her with some of his smaller and safer slime creature's during his shift and maybe even teach her some things.
3. Because of point one, he's shifted the focus of his research for the time being to studying himself. Over the course of the week he's found out some of the causes behind his abilities, but no conclusive answers as to why or much that is of functional help.
Now he's still sequestered in a Chem lab.
Lewis of course has spent all of his time with Tarka, dodging as many other people as possible. He's obtained a bad habit of chewing on electrical wires and shocking himself for fun. It doesn't seem to bother him. Of anything he's a little less afraid of things after he's gotten a good jolt.
Lim-Mor has been usually quiet. He argues with himself as usual, but no big changes from the last week. He didn't really have enough friends to have lost anyone he cared about in the attack. At least not anyone all of him cared about.
If anything, Nero was jealous of Dave, Jeran and the crew that got to "meet" the archdemon.
Right now he's asleep in his room, not doing much. At least he's free from his other selves when he's asleep.
Jacob, carrying a stack of leather bound books that looks almost as tall as he is, trips over Keme on his way to his favorite sitting room. With a small yelp, the tomes scatter everywhere, and Jacob lies sprawled on his face.
Scrambling up, Jacob begins rambling. "OhbythegodsI'msosorryareyouokayIshould'vewatchedwhereIwasgoing-" One of the books begins to ooze blood, and Jacob grabs a ruler out of his jacket pocket and smacks it. "Bad demonology tome! Bad! You'll get Mr. Kitsune all sticky with blood!" The book seems to shrink a little bit from Jacob, and stops oozing blood.
Djalos smoothly turns and starts to head back to the school. "Very well. Let's eat," he says.
Rakki has adjusted to Avalon for the most part. He spends a lot of time by the lake as a tiger, sunning himself. That was something he missed. So much of tour life happened at night and he'd gotten used to sleeping during the day. Being able to be out and in the sun was pleasant.
At the moment, he's in the cafeteria, playing a guitar. He's leaned up against a wall strumming tunes and pretending to not be obvious, hoping a fan or someone will recognize him in his incognito obviousness, so that he can pretend to be casual about being recognized when it was really the reason he wasn't somewhere else actually trying not to be noticed.
Adon starts following back, chuckling.
"Should've brought a change of clothes."
he looks at his gore-drenched clothes.
Djalos casually tosses a bottle of transparent liquid at Adon. "Here. This alchemical solution dissolves all bodily fluids, and quickly evaporates.. Just open it above your head."
Sara has been of course happy to spend her time with her new brother Lang and her new owl Pachi and her favorite baboon. Since being introduced to Kitty she had done her best to meet with her some and learn some things about animal companions. But she understands that she's busy with things.
She's currently in the Garden with any combination of her friends, animal or otherwise and watching Pachi fly and get some fresh air.
Djalos casually tosses a bottle of transparent liquid at Adon. "Here. This alchemical solution dissolves all bodily fluids, and quickly evaporates.. Just open it above your head."
Adon pauses, and then poars it over himself.
".. Bottled cantrip?"
"No. Basic alchemy. Useful whenever you're entering a city with a tight control on magic. That way, you don't have to get help from your handler to smuggle it in." The gore disappears.
"No. Basic alchemy. Useful whenever you're entering a city with a tight control on magic. That way, you don't have to get help from your handler to smuggle it in." The gore disappears.
Adon pauses... And really isn't as unnerved as he should be.
"Makes enough sense, I guess? Food, then?"
"Food." As they enter the school building, a bracelet on Djalos' hand begins vibrating. He then immediately begins striding in the exact direction of the cafeteria, despite him not being able to see the arrows.
Chara shot out of the classroom suspiciously quickly once they were dismissed for the day. She had plans....plans that involved roller skates and a water slide.....
Lang was walking the halls, having finished a little earlier, He spies Chara bolting out of the classroom.
suspecting she was heading for trouble, Lang shoots out a ball of air tethered to his hand like a giant air yo-yo, engulfing Chara and brings her back to Lang.
Where are you off to in such a hurry? You know how easily you get hurt. he says trying to be "more responsible" yet at the same time still be a friend.
"Food." As they enter the school building, a bracelet on Djalos' hand begins vibrating. He then immediately begins striding in the exact direction of the cafeteria, despite him not being able to see the arrows.
Adon simply follows along. He's stopped questioning simple things like this.
"So, what do you like to eat?"Adon isn't much better at small talk, really.
"Cloud giant food. Surprisingly, if prepared in smaller portions, it is very easily metabolized by humanoids, and is high in nutritional content." Djalos pauses for a moment. "It is also delicious. I have never thought about that before."
"... Wait, you've never thought about how somehting tasted? You're all about efficieny, aren't you?"
Adon chuckles a bit.
"No, I haven't. And yes, I am. Was. It is a natural consequence of having all emotions considered a detriment to the mission blocked off for most of your life." Djalos continues his stride, only stopping for a moment when he amends himself.
Jacob, carrying a stack of leather bound books that looks almost as tall as he is, trips over Keme on his way to his favorite sitting room. With a small yelp, the tomes scatter everywhere, and Jacob lies sprawled on his face.
Scrambling up, Jacob begins rambling. "OhbythegodsI'msosorryareyouokayIshould'vewatchedwhereIwasgoing-" One of the books begins to ooze blood, and Jacob grabs a ruler out of his jacket pocket and smacks it. "Bad demonology tome! Bad! You'll get Mr. Kitsune all sticky with blood!" The book seems to shrink a little bit from Jacob, and stops oozing blood.
Keme yawned and stretched, his tails twitching in the direction of the mess which promptly disappears. He shifts to his humanoid form and helps gather the books. "Silly question, but does your teacher know you're checking out books on demonology?"
Rakki has adjusted to Avalon for the most part. He spends a lot of time by the lake as a tiger, sunning himself. That was something he missed. So much of tour life happened at night and he'd gotten used to sleeping during the day. Being able to be out and in the sun was pleasant.
At the moment, he's in the cafeteria, playing a guitar. He's leaned up against a wall strumming tunes and pretending to not be obvious, hoping a fan or someone will recognize him in his incognito obviousness, so that he can pretend to be casual about being recognized when it was really the reason he wasn't somewhere else actually trying not to be noticed.
A girl sitting at a nearby table has started drumming along on the table in time with his playing. There's no sign that she recognizes him. She just seems to like the music.
Chara shot out of the classroom suspiciously quickly once they were dismissed for the day. She had plans....plans that involved roller skates and a water slide.....Lang was walking the halls, having finished a little earlier, He spies Chara bolting out of the classroom.
suspecting she was heading for trouble, Lang shoots out a ball of air tethered to his hand like a giant air yo-yo, engulfing Chara and brings her back to Lang.
Where are you off to in such a hurry? You know how easily you get hurt. he says trying to be "more responsible" yet at the same time still be a friend.
"But it's okay! I have a plan! See, it's bad when I skate down the stairs because I crash at the end, but if I skate down the water slide, it'll be fine because I'll land in the water which is way softer and I'll break hardly any bones. But I need to find a flotation device first because I can't swim," she admitted, bouncing up and down eagerly as best she can inside a giant ball of air.
Lang looks thoughtfully at her logic, But you are a firebird, I don't think you will do well in water even if you could swim. So I really don't think that is a really good idea.
Lang sort of wants her to try and have some fun, but he also does not want to see her get hurt.
then he has an idea, How about this, you skate like you want to but instead of water I catch you in the air ball like this?
Tybalt's recovery in the medical ward goes fairly smoothly the evening he was admitted. The nanites patch him up as well as they can while he stays over night and the next morning he goes to classes as normal.
He continues to work on his special magic project, keeping it a secret the whole week with a few close calls and finishing Friday afternoon in his free period.
During the week he tries to find Melody to make plans for Dave's party that was kind of a surprise and kind of not in that he knew it was happening, but not any details besides occasionally being asked his preferences on things. Of course, he doesn't manage to find he. He worries about whether she'll be back or if she was gone like Johnny was, just disappeared from his life without a goodbye. But he keeps going on.
Despite everything that has happened in the past week and a half, Tybs remains optimistic about seeing Mels again and his situations, because it's just who he is.
He does of course do his best to give Dave what he needs, supporting him and being there when he needs them, but he is sure to give him space when he seems he needs it, realizing he was one of the things that was troubling his friend. He's learned to be less constant with the physical contact, but keeping a friendly proximity. Even through the awkward time following, he's still the fun and silly cat Dave met the first day, usually smiling, floating and sometimes pinging the aasimar with frost cantrips when he wanted to have fun.
He exits the SIM rooms after finishing his project, safely stowed in his pocket dimension and was on his way to the cafeteria for a snack or dinner, whichever was being served. He wasn't opposed to 4 or 5 meals a day despite his eternally thin figure.
Andromeda is waiting outside of Jasper's last class when he comes out. She waves and smiles. "Hey! A familiar face! Who doesn't immediately assume that I'm my sister," she added with a grimace. "I'm starting to think I need to wear a name tag or something."
The Djinn smiles at seeing Andromeda waiting for him. "Well, afternoon Ms. Ephebe. What can I do for you?" He cracks up before he can continue the charade, taking a moment to compose himself. "Name tag couldn't hurt. Easier for me, of course. Just something about you." His book and supplies float on air while his top set of arms traces her face and shoulders while his lower set of arms puts a ring around her champion aura, the obvious actual give away.
"Not to mention you're prettier." He offers that confident jokester's smile before tucking his books back under his arm. "So, any plans for the evening?"
The Tanuki looks up from his absent fretting on the guitar to the new accompaniment he had. Not exactly what he was looking for, but he had given up on being paparazzi-d about 20 minutes ago.
He smiles slightly and his tail flicks behind, an affectation he had taken to displaying after his conversation with Florence and the realization that people here see a LOT weirder stuff daily.
With table accompaniment he starts into a song: Right here.
Lang looks thoughtfully at her logic, But you are a firebird, I don't think you will do well in water even if you could swim. So I really don't think that is a really good idea.
Lang sort of wants her to try and have some fun, but he also does not want to see her get hurt.
then he has an idea, How about this, you skate like you want to but instead of water I catch you in the air ball like this?
Chara stops to consider this. "Yeah, okay. That works way better. No chance of drowning. Yay! I know the perfect staircase too! It has an extra wide bannister, so I don't even have to find any plywood! And I get to fly through the air!" she agrees enthusiastically.
Andromeda is waiting outside of Jasper's last class when he comes out. She waves and smiles. "Hey! A familiar face! Who doesn't immediately assume that I'm my sister," she added with a grimace. "I'm starting to think I need to wear a name tag or something."The Djinn smiles at seeing Andromeda waiting for him. "Well, afternoon Ms. Ephebe. What can I do for you?" He cracks up before he can continue the charade, taking a moment to compose himself. "Name tag couldn't hurt. Easier for me, of course. Just something about you." His book and supplies float on air while his top set of arms traces her face and shoulders while his lower set of arms puts a ring around her champion aura, the obvious actual give away.
"Not to mention you're prettier." He offers that confident jokester's smile before tucking his books back under his arm. "So, any plans for the evening?"
She laughed and shook her head at his teasing. "No, I don't have any plans. I spent the afternoon in the dance studio, so now we have totally exhausted the list of my hobbies. I...was a lot too serious about basically everything before." She shrugged. "There's always the SIM rooms I guess. But Mom seems to think I need to spend more time around actual people trying to actually interact. Apparently making new friends requires actually talking to people," she said with an exaggerated sigh.
The Tanuki looks up from his absent fretting on the guitar to the new accompaniment he had. Not exactly what he was looking for, but he had given up on being paparazzi-d about 20 minutes ago.
He smiles slightly and his tail flicks behind, an affectation he had taken to displaying after his conversation with Florence and the realization that people here see a LOT weirder stuff daily.
With table accompaniment he starts into a song: Right here.
Janie laughed in pure enjoyment when the song was over. "That was awesome," she called out.