She shrugged. "Pretty much when dealing with a Champion, you can count on their being some level of mental tampering, but it's usually quite low key. Hiding information, encouraging certain ways of thinking, that sort of thing. It's not like we can't defy them. Happens all the time. But we're never exactly free of them either," she said as they stepped out into the hall and started walking. "It's all part of the deal. No such thing as power for free."
"Ha! Like most of us have a fiery disposition?""Oh...."Fei replies, tilting his head slightly. "I did not mean it that way, but it is an equally valid point, yes." (=^-^=)
There were some snickers from the boys which were silenced by another glare from Elektra. "So, if we're all done with the questioning each otther's loyalties and the reminders that we're all coming from different cultural backgrounds with different sets of expectations, can we get on with actually learning how to fly these things?" she said, obviously eager to get started.
"Oh," she said blinking. She still wasn't used to this idea of someone being concerned about her well being. She had just about come to terms with people being worried or feeling guilt for accidentally hurting her, but just being concerned about her was...new...and rather odd. "Well, I'm okay now. You're not intruding or anything. I just didn't think you'd mind about me being hurt. I mean, not like you wanted me to be hurt or anything...." She sighed. "Everything I say is coming out wrong now. I'm just not used to people caring about my well being. Nobody ever thought it was that important before I came here."He looks a bit uncertain, then glances back out the door. When he turns back to Asha, he is more sure of himself, "Not exactly. You just seemed really hurt, so I wanted to come and make sure you were okay. Sorry if I intruded."She sighed. It was one of those days. "It isn't exactly a difficult question," she said crossly.
From down the hall, Kezzin can hear Asha's voice. "Yeah, yeah. I got it the first five times. Only practice landing inside the SIM rooms so I won't sustain real injuries."
"You are not taking this seriouzzly enough, young lady!" another voice scolded her. "A shattered arm, punctured lung, and ruptured kidney is not zzzomething to take lightly."
Asha rolled her eyes. "Before I came here, that list would have meant it was one of the good days. Seriously, just actually read my chart, okay? Besides, I'm fine now. So no big." She stopped when she saw Kezzin talking to the nurse, a very frazzled looking mantis creature trailing her. "Oh, hey Kezzin," she said cheerfully. "Did you get confused about where we were supposed to meet?"
There were some snickers from the boys which were silenced by another glare from Elektra. "So, if we're all done with the questioning each other's loyalties and the reminders that we're all coming from different cultural backgrounds with different sets of expectations, can we get on with actually learning how to fly these things?" she said, obviously eager to get started.
The young monk turns at the sound of the muffled laughter, and just in time to see the verbal rebuke by Elektra.
"A valid question. And I apologize if I gave any offense, as I get the feeling I may have just inadvertently done so," he replies to Elektra with a deep bow.
Looking back over to Mithros, he asks "Perhaps you could show us to simulators you mentioned, Mithros? It sounds like we will be spending much of our training time there, so it would be best if we know where to go." (^-^)
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Pyry grumbles as he poofs into the infirmary for yet another incident involving getting burned. It was one of the rare times he'd been in the gym this time, the result of a impromptu duel with an older -and rather elitist- firebird. He'd handled himself well enough, but... well, it was different fighting than it was chasing off giant mountain fire bugs.
"What's going on?" Merikh groans as he takes a seat in his room. His head was pounding and he didn't know why. Nothing seemed to work either. Needing a distraction, he began looking for the "SIM rooms" he'd heard about. Maybe some busy hobby work would ease his headache like it did back home.
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She shrugged. "Pretty much when dealing with a Champion, you can count on their being some level of mental tampering, but it's usually quite low key. Hiding information, encouraging certain ways of thinking, that sort of thing. It's not like we can't defy them. Happens all the time. But we're never exactly free of them either," she said as they stepped out into the hall and started walking. "It's all part of the deal. No such thing as power for free."
"No free lunch, yep." He walks along with the pair with the occasional glance around the hallways as he walks.
Abruptly after a few more steps, he asks, "Does this planet have any movie theaters?" He shakes his head after asking. "Stray thought, don't mind me."
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"Oh," she said blinking. She still wasn't used to this idea of someone being concerned about her well being. She had just about come to terms with people being worried or feeling guilt for accidentally hurting her, but just being concerned about her was...new...and rather odd. "Well, I'm okay now. You're not intruding or anything. I just didn't think you'd mind about me being hurt. I mean, not like you wanted me to be hurt or anything...." She sighed. "Everything I say is coming out wrong now. I'm just not used to people caring about my well being. Nobody ever thought it was that important before I came here."
Kezzin stares at Asha in disbelief for a moment before turning to head for the cafeteria once more, "That sounds like a lonely way to grow up. Be assured, there are people who care about others being hurt. I do not like to see anyone hurt, physically or emotionally." He cocks his head to one side just a bit then continues after a brief pause, "The funny thing is, in order to keep people safe, it is sometimes necessary to hurt others. It is an intensely annoying fact." With a shake of his head and a short roll of his shoulders, he dismisses the whole idea.
"So you mentioned eating some types of food I have never encountered as food before. And you turned into a breathtakingly beautiful bird earlier. Anything else I should know about you? Like things that could hurt you without me meaning to?"
The young monk turns at the sound of the muffled laughter, and just in time to see the verbal rebuke by Elektra."A valid question. And I apologize if I gave any offense, as I get the feeling I may have just inadvertently done so," he replies to Elektra with a deep bow.
Looking back over to Mithros, he asks "Perhaps you could show us to simulators you mentioned, Mithros? It sounds like we will be spending much of our training time there, so it would be best if we know where to go." (^-^)
"Uhh, you bet. Follow me." He leads the troupe to an area where there are a couple of small rooms with larger spherical rooms next to them. In side the spheres, are cockpit-sized boxes on hydraulics.
"There's only a couple of these, but these two are the main simulators. They will whip you about to get almost the full impression of the reaction time and G's you can pull in a mech." He motions to a few sit in arcade-like set ups "These were the Mark I simulators. These will get you up to speed on the instruments and most of the basics."
The young monk turns at the sound of the muffled laughter, and just in time to see the verbal rebuke by Elektra."A valid question. And I apologize if I gave any offense, as I get the feeling I may have just inadvertently done so," he replies to Elektra with a deep bow.
Looking back over to Mithros, he asks "Perhaps you could show us to simulators you mentioned, Mithros? It sounds like we will be spending much of our training time there, so it would be best if we know where to go." (^-^)
"Uhh, you bet. Follow me." He leads the troupe to an area where there are a couple of small rooms with larger spherical rooms next to them. In side the spheres, are cockpit-sized boxes on hydraulics.
"There's only a couple of these, but these two are the main simulators. They will whip you about to get almost the full impression of the reaction time and G's you can pull in a mech." He motions to a few sit in arcade-like set ups "These were the Mark I simulators. These will get you up to speed on the instruments and most of the basics."
"I bet you'll be the first one to throw up," Etain said, elbowing Alev in the ribs.
Elektra glared at both of them.
"Oh," she said blinking. She still wasn't used to this idea of someone being concerned about her well being. She had just about come to terms with people being worried or feeling guilt for accidentally hurting her, but just being concerned about her was...new...and rather odd. "Well, I'm okay now. You're not intruding or anything. I just didn't think you'd mind about me being hurt. I mean, not like you wanted me to be hurt or anything...." She sighed. "Everything I say is coming out wrong now. I'm just not used to people caring about my well being. Nobody ever thought it was that important before I came here."
Kezzin stares at Asha in disbelief for a moment before turning to head for the cafeteria once more, "That sounds like a lonely way to grow up. Be assured, there are people who care about others being hurt. I do not like to see anyone hurt, physically or emotionally." He cocks his head to one side just a bit then continues after a brief pause, "The funny thing is, in order to keep people safe, it is sometimes necessary to hurt others. It is an intensely annoying fact." With a shake of his head and a short roll of his shoulders, he dismisses the whole idea.
"So you mentioned eating some types of food I have never encountered as food before. And you turned into a breathtakingly beautiful bird earlier. Anything else I should know about you? Like things that could hurt you without me meaning to?"
She shrugged. "I'm a firebird. Our food makes other people sick and vice versa. Fire heals me and cold can kill me pretty easily. Pretty standard for a firebird. My little brother is different than me that way though. He uses cold magics and fire hurts him. Which is why they abandoned him as a baby. I didn't even know he was alive until a few days ago when we met here. Funny how life works sometimes, you know?"
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She shrugged. "Pretty much when dealing with a Champion, you can count on their being some level of mental tampering, but it's usually quite low key. Hiding information, encouraging certain ways of thinking, that sort of thing. It's not like we can't defy them. Happens all the time. But we're never exactly free of them either," she said as they stepped out into the hall and started walking. "It's all part of the deal. No such thing as power for free.""No free lunch, yep." He walks along with the pair with the occasional glance around the hallways as he walks.
Abruptly after a few more steps, he asks, "Does this planet have any movie theaters?" He shakes his head after asking. "Stray thought, don't mind me."
"What's a movie theater?" she asked, curious now. "I've never heard that term before."
adon seems... Distracted. His eyes are distant, and his stare slightly vacant. Every so often, there's a small, quick twitch of the head or of the hand, as he stares ahead, waiting for the exersize to start. After a few moments, he cracks an eager smile, and requests that the sim room give him a rapier.
"Apologies to Sir allone. While your weapon is nice, and all, I still much prefer my rapier."
once he gets his rapier, he puts it in his left hand, and smiles wider.
"Is this ready? Do we go now?"
"Is what scary? I am big, I have nothing to fear""This "heat" thing... And the "light"... I guess I mean... Being stuck in a strange place with no way home."
she pauses, a short moment.
"Oh, but... You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
"well... It is uncomfortably cold" he allows "... And even the heat feels strange, the slightest changes in it have woken me up in the night... Having to sleep is also strange... I don't like it.... Hours every day that I have to lay paralized and halucinate vividly... It's just not natural...and I feel a strange pressure all the time... It's lessened on the roof for some reason..."
"What's a movie theater?" she asked, curious now. "I've never heard that term before."
Tryko'Sam while walking along with the two Champions, takes a moment to consider-- or dig through his memories, "Big flat surface-- lots of people seated in an auditorium setting, pictures on the screen showing a story. That's the movie. The theater is the place. Best I recall ... music and sound from the sides and sometimes above. Maybe a really old version of a SIM Room. I ... vaguely recall, happiness, be--" He abruptly grits his teeth and looks off to the side, looking as thought he'd just swallowed or bitten into a horribly sour lemon. He clutches his chest and seems to go towards kneeling, but shudders a few times with deep ragged breaths.
Horsely whispering, "no-- no.. no, stop." he stops moving with the other two. Anyone with any Heal proficiency would realize he's having some sort of flashback, though how long it might last isn't clearly indicated.
"I... I don't know.... I can't remember a form before this one... But earlier when I was talking to one winged children... I don't know it was like I suddenly knew what was going on, but I was also a different person... Except that it felt natural..... Ugh nothing makes sense...."
She shrugged. "I'm a firebird. Our food makes other people sick and vice versa. Fire heals me and cold can kill me pretty easily. Pretty standard for a firebird. My little brother is different than me that way though. He uses cold magics and fire hurts him. Which is why they abandoned him as a baby. I didn't even know he was alive until a few days ago when we met here. Funny how life works sometimes, you know?"
Kezzin stares for a moment at the clinical and offhanded way that Asha describes the attempted murder of an infant. Unable to find the words to respond he simply shakes his head slightly. After a moment he gives a small shake of his wings, settling them against his back, "So, don't give you foods that are bad and keep you warm. I can do that." After a moment Kezzin realizes what he had just said and stumbles in embarrassment. If he could, he would be blushing rather brightly, and he begins tripping over his own tongue, "I uh .. I mean .. I can .. I mean .. That is good to know," he finishes in a flustered voice.
"I fell in? you mean into the woods out there?"
She shrugged. "I'm a firebird. Our food makes other people sick and vice versa. Fire heals me and cold can kill me pretty easily. Pretty standard for a firebird. My little brother is different than me that way though. He uses cold magics and fire hurts him. Which is why they abandoned him as a baby. I didn't even know he was alive until a few days ago when we met here. Funny how life works sometimes, you know?"Kezzin stares for a moment at the clinical and offhanded way that Asha describes the attempted murder of an infant. Unable to find the words to respond he simply shakes his head slightly. After a moment he gives a small shake of his wings, settling them against his back, "So, don't give you foods that are bad and keep you warm. I can do that." After a moment Kezzin realizes what he had just said and stumbles in embarrassment. If he could, he would be blushing rather brightly, and he begins tripping over his own tongue, "I uh .. I mean .. I can .. I mean .. That is good to know," he finishes in a flustered voice.
Asha looks confused at his embarrassment. "If you said something wrong, I didn't notice it," she said, hoping to clear things up. "But I don't know much about what people do and don't consider culturally appropriate, so I make those kind of mistakes a lot. Learning how not to offend people is even harder than learning arithmetic," she said, making a face. "Come on, let's just go get some food now. I used a lot of power almost going through that tree, so now I'm absolutely starving," she finished cheerfully.
"What's a movie theater?" she asked, curious now. "I've never heard that term before."Tryko'Sam while walking along with the two Champions, takes a moment to consider-- or dig through his memories, "Big flat surface-- lots of people seated in an auditorium setting, pictures on the screen showing a story. That's the movie. The theater is the place. Best I recall ... music and sound from the sides and sometimes above. Maybe a really old version of a SIM Room. I ... vaguely recall, happiness, be--" He abruptly grits his teeth and looks off to the side, looking as thought he'd just swallowed or bitten into a horribly sour lemon. He clutches his chest and seems to go towards kneeling, but shudders a few times with deep ragged breaths.
Horsely whispering, "no-- no.. no, stop." he stops moving with the other two. Anyone with any Heal proficiency would realize he's having some sort of flashback, though how long it might last isn't clearly indicated.
Andromeda turned and put a hand on his shoulder, gently. He hears her voice inside his head, as calm and soothing as she can make it.
::Tryko'Sam, you're alright. I want you to just focus on my voice right now. Look at the ceiling or the wall and just start counting the stones. Don't dwell on any other thoughts. Don't try to force your thoughts and memories away from you. Just count the stones in the wall and breathe. Counting and breathing. Nothing else.::
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Andromeda turned and put a hand on his shoulder, gently. He hears her voice inside his head, as calm and soothing as she can make it.
::Tryko'Sam, you're alright. I want you to just focus on my voice right now. Look at the ceiling or the wall and just start counting the stones. Don't dwell on any other thoughts. Don't try to force your thoughts and memories away from you. Just count the stones in the wall and breathe. Counting and breathing. Nothing else.::
Not quite focusing, Tryko'Sam's gazing inward, probably, but stiffens at the voice. He doesn't go combat tense, but .. there's that.
After a rough intake, he does seem to calm. "-- I .. am, too raw. Need time." He opens his eyes for a second and closes them again, some build up of moisture slips down the cheek.
After a few more breaths, he gives Andromeda a nod or two, "I'm good. The mental always -- I vaguely recall, takes time. Thank you. I'll talk to Maya, she can help some more." He seems to be breathing better now. "Anyhow-- helping Mel, that's good focus. We should keep going." He motions ahead, but doesn't appear apologetic for his prior state.
Off to the side, for the perceptive, a trio of students seem to speak to themselves after a few snickers, pats on the back as if they realize something in union, then head off quick-- not exactly ninja material here.
adon seems... Distracted. His eyes are distant, and his stare slightly vacant. Every so often, there's a small, quick twitch of the head or of the hand, as he stares ahead, waiting for the exersize to start. After a few moments, he cracks an eager smile, and requests that the sim room give him a rapier.
"Apologies to Sir allone. While your weapon is nice, and all, I still much prefer my rapier."
once he gets his rapier, he puts it in his left hand, and smiles wider.
"Is this ready? Do we go now?"
"Yep. FIrst one to secure the throne room wins," Sadie said with a fierce grin before heading into the simulation once the starting chime sounded. She tumbled around foes, her rapier moving swiftly as she deflected their blows with a small, portable forcefield.
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Andromeda turned and put a hand on his shoulder, gently. He hears her voice inside his head, as calm and soothing as she can make it.
::Tryko'Sam, you're alright. I want you to just focus on my voice right now. Look at the ceiling or the wall and just start counting the stones. Don't dwell on any other thoughts. Don't try to force your thoughts and memories away from you. Just count the stones in the wall and breathe. Counting and breathing. Nothing else.::
Not quite focusing, Tryko'Sam's gazing inward, probably, but stiffens at the voice. He doesn't go combat tense, but .. there's that.
After a rough intake, he does seem to calm. "-- I .. am, too raw. Need time." He opens his eyes for a second and closes them again, some build up of moisture slips down the cheek.
After a few more breaths, he gives Andromeda a nod or two, "I'm good. The mental always -- I vaguely recall, takes time. Thank you. I'll talk to Maya, she can help some more." He seems to be breathing better now. "Anyhow-- helping Mel, that's good focus. We should keep going." He motions ahead, but doesn't appear apologetic for his prior state.
Off to the side, for the perceptive, a trio of students seem to speak to themselves after a few snickers, pats on the back as if they realize something in union, then head off quick-- not exactly ninja material here.
"No problem. I know a fair amount about mental trauma. Mostly learned the hard way," she said with a shrug and a self-deprecating smile. She watched the trio suspiciously. She'd been bullied enough during her last time here at the school to be wary of snickering groups. "You're right, though. Concentrating on other things like this project to help Mel does help. See? You've got a better handle on things than it feels like right now," she added with an encouraging smile.
"Yep. FIrst one to secure the throne room wins," Sadie said with a fierce grin before heading into the simulation once the starting chime sounded. She tumbled around foes, her rapier moving swiftly as she deflected their blows with a small, portable forcefield.adon seems... Distracted. His eyes are distant, and his stare slightly vacant. Every so often, there's a small, quick twitch of the head or of the hand, as he stares ahead, waiting for the exersize to start. After a few moments, he cracks an eager smile, and requests that the sim room give him a rapier.
"Apologies to Sir allone. While your weapon is nice, and all, I still much prefer my rapier."
once he gets his rapier, he puts it in his left hand, and smiles wider.
"Is this ready? Do we go now?"
Aron darts in after her, but soon falls behind- in fact, he doesn't seem to be avoiding the guards at all. A flick of his rapier in his left hand throws a guard off balance, sending him tumbling to the ground. When the guard tries to stand, Aron's twitching smile is there to greet him, hand closing around his neck, before the rapier in his left hand is raised, slowly, giving the guard a full second to realize what's about to happen, before the blade is plunged deep into his chest, before being pulled out violently, soaking adon in blood, before he turns, laughing, to the rest of the guards.
"Next."
"Uhh, you bet. Follow me." He leads the troupe to an area where there are a couple of small rooms with larger spherical rooms next to them. In side the spheres, are cockpit-sized boxes on hydraulics.
"There's only a couple of these, but these two are the main simulators. They will whip you about to get almost the full impression of the reaction time and G's you can pull in a mech." He motions to a few sit in arcade-like set ups "These were the Mark I simulators. These will get you up to speed on the instruments and most of the basics."
"I bet you'll be the first one to throw up," Etain said, elbowing Alev in the ribs.
Elektra glared at both of them.
Fei walks around one of the Mark I simulators, a concerned look on his face as he eyes the complex instrument panel. He places a hand on the device as he studies it, allowing his neural lace to (quietly) familiarize itself with the setup to assist him once his training begins in earnest.
The young monk looks back up at the firebird trio as they banter again, inwardly curious but saying nothing.
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"No problem. I know a fair amount about mental trauma. Mostly learned the hard way," she said with a shrug and a self-deprecating smile. She watched the trio suspiciously. She'd been bullied enough during her last time here at the school to be wary of snickering groups. "You're right, though. Concentrating on other things like this project to help Mel does help. See? You've got a better handle on things than it feels like right now," she added with an encouraging smile.
"Thanks," he says, looking better now after the pause. "A good distraction always helps, you got that right."
Starting to walk along again, he then inquires of the others with him, "So how long have you guys been here? Kind of curious if this is a long term place or what. Seems really massive, must require a lot of tech or magic to help manage things, huh?"
"I bet you'll be the first one to throw up," Etain said, elbowing Alev in the ribs.
Elektra glared at both of them.
Mithros frowns at the interaction. "I understand you were all guardsmen together, and there's camaraderie there, fine, that's great, I really don't want to crush that. But, hear me well: this task we are set upon is the defense of an entire world's people from an enemy currently lead by a maniac without morals nor without resource, who's empire spans countless worlds, who would freeze all of us dead without any hesitation. Every. Single. One of us.
While I'm probably the last one under the sun who should be the hardass here, I will expect while we are here, and on duty, the shenanigans will be kept to zero. Understood?"
Hallway
"No problem. I know a fair amount about mental trauma. Mostly learned the hard way," she said with a shrug and a self-deprecating smile. She watched the trio suspiciously. She'd been bullied enough during her last time here at the school to be wary of snickering groups. "You're right, though. Concentrating on other things like this project to help Mel does help. See? You've got a better handle on things than it feels like right now," she added with an encouraging smile."Thanks," he says, looking better now after the pause. "A good distraction always helps, you got that right."
Starting to walk along again, he then inquires of the others with him, "So how long have you guys been here? Kind of curious if this is a long term place or what. Seems really massive, must require a lot of tech or magic to help manage things, huh?"
"Well, there's a tough question. Er....about three years common timeline....I think? I completed one full term here and then at the end of summer break was when I went time traveling. So that was basically no time for everyone else but three years for me...except of course none of that happened physically speaking. I'm still the same as I would have been a year ago. I came back here as a ghost for part of last year while my sister was getting her s$~& together. Mental trauma. Pretty nasty. And then I spent the rest of the year being properly dead for a change before being summarily resurrected a few days ago. My life is complicated."
"But to answer your actual question, yes it does take a lot of magic and tech to make this place run efficiently. Uncle Ryo often hires on former students after they graduate. There's pretty high staff turnover after all. It's not what you'd call a low stress job. Er, Uncle Ryo is the Headmaster. He's my mom's brother. Adopted, so no, he's not a dragon. He founded this school. Not really that long ago actually, and it just keeps expanding as fast as can be managed. Well, just a little faster than can actually be managed, really. But close enough." ^.^
"I bet you'll be the first one to throw up," Etain said, elbowing Alev in the ribs.
Elektra glared at both of them.
Mithros frowns at the interaction. "I understand you were all guardsmen together, and there's camaraderie there, fine, that's great, I really don't want to crush that. But, hear me well: this task we are set upon is the defense of an entire world's people from an enemy currently lead by a maniac without morals nor without resource, who's empire spans countless worlds, who would freeze all of us dead without any hesitation. Every. Single. One of us.
While I'm probably the last one under the sun who should be the hardass here, I will expect while we are here, and on duty, the shenanigans will be kept to zero. Understood?"
Both Alev and Etain started to step forward and were summarily shoved back by Elektra, who stepped forward, turning to face Mithros.
"No. Sir." she added with maximum snark. "I get that you have more experience with these machines than we do, and I respect your expertise, but there are some things you clearly don't understand. We have spent the better part of our lives on the front lines. In the service of depraved, evil maniacs, I might add, although we didn't realize at first. That's how it happens a lot, I'm guessing. Pretty sure he wouldn't be here, otherwise," she said, nodding towards Ghalen. "We will follow orders, and we won't slack off. But don't you dare expect us to be serious all the time. War is serious enough. If you don't give your brain a break sometimes, you will break. So, yeah, we make some smart ass comments sometimes. But wait to see what we actually do before you go judging us. Isn't that the whole point of starting on simulators? So we don't break anything important if we're not suited to being pilots after all?"
"Yep. FIrst one to secure the throne room wins," Sadie said with a fierce grin before heading into the simulation once the starting chime sounded. She tumbled around foes, her rapier moving swiftly as she deflected their blows with a small, portable forcefield.adon seems... Distracted. His eyes are distant, and his stare slightly vacant. Every so often, there's a small, quick twitch of the head or of the hand, as he stares ahead, waiting for the exersize to start. After a few moments, he cracks an eager smile, and requests that the sim room give him a rapier.
"Apologies to Sir allone. While your weapon is nice, and all, I still much prefer my rapier."
once he gets his rapier, he puts it in his left hand, and smiles wider.
"Is this ready? Do we go now?"Aron darts in after her, but soon falls behind- in fact, he doesn't seem to be avoiding the guards at all. A flick of his rapier in his left hand throws a guard off balance, sending him tumbling to the ground. When the guard tries to stand, Aron's twitching smile is there to greet him, hand closing around his neck, before the rapier in his left hand is raised, slowly, giving the guard a full second to realize what's about to happen, before the blade is plunged deep into his chest, before being pulled out violently, soaking adon in blood, before he turns, laughing, to the rest of the guards.
"Next."
Sadie shuddered as she saw the scene from the top of the wall she had just climbed. And she thought she'd been having a bad day.
"Hey, Adon, forgetting something? Or are you gonna just let me win by default?" she taunted, hoping to snap him out of his maniacal state.
Both Alev and Etain started to step forward and were summarily shoved back by Elektra, who stepped forward, turning to face Mithros."No. Sir." she added with maximum snark. "I get that you have more experience with these machines than we do, and I respect your expertise, but there are some things you clearly don't understand. We have spent the better part of our lives on the front lines. In the service of depraved, evil maniacs, I might add, although we didn't realize at first. That's how it happens a lot, I'm guessing. Pretty sure he wouldn't be here, otherwise," she said, nodding towards Ghalen. "We will follow orders, and we won't slack off. But don't you dare expect us to be serious all the time. War is serious enough. If you don't give your brain a break sometimes, you will break. So, yeah, we make some smart ass comments sometimes. But wait to see what we actually do before you go judging us. Isn't that the whole point of starting on simulators? So we don't break anything important if we're not suited to being pilots after all?"
Looks cooly at Elektra.
"First off, unless someone says otherwise, you don't have to call me sir anymore. Second, I understand you all have formal military experience, and trust me, I understand how bad some of the former nobles on the sun were, having been one of them. Thirdly, as I said camaraderie is fine, but there is a time, and a place for rough housing and acting like you can't hold still for 10 minutes unless your mother squaks at you. This is not that place. Now is not that time. A bit of decorum won't kill you.But as I said, I'm not technically in charge of you, so consider it nothing more than a request from one of your trainers and possible wingmen. Now, if you would like, I want to run you all through start up of the simpods, and familiarize you with the controls. We can go over hardcopy manuals later."
Both Alev and Etain started to step forward and were summarily shoved back by Elektra, who stepped forward, turning to face Mithros."No. Sir." she added with maximum snark. "I get that you have more experience with these machines than we do, and I respect your expertise, but there are some things you clearly don't understand. We have spent the better part of our lives on the front lines. In the service of depraved, evil maniacs, I might add, although we didn't realize at first. That's how it happens a lot, I'm guessing. Pretty sure he wouldn't be here, otherwise," she said, nodding towards Ghalen. "We will follow orders, and we won't slack off. But don't you dare expect us to be serious all the time. War is serious enough. If you don't give your brain a break sometimes, you will break. So, yeah, we make some smart ass comments sometimes. But wait to see what we actually do before you go judging us. Isn't that the whole point of starting on simulators? So we don't break anything important if we're not suited to being pilots after all?"
Looks cooly at Elektra.
"First off, unless someone says otherwise, you don't have to call me sir anymore. Second, I understand you all have formal military experience, and trust me, I understand how bad some of the former nobles on the sun were, having been one of them. Thirdly, as I said camaraderie is fine, but there is a time, and a place for rough housing and acting like you can't hold still for 10 minutes unless your mother squaks at you. This is not that place. Now is not that time. A bit of decorum won't kill you.
His scan complete, Fei removes his hand from the Mark I simulator and silently walks back over to the group as they discuss the rules of protocol for this group.
But as I said, I'm not technically in charge of you, so consider it nothing more than a request from one of your trainers and possible wingmen. Now, if you would like, I want to run you all through start up of the simpods, and familiarize you with the controls. We can go over hardcopy manuals later."
He nods at Mithros' suggestion, and quietly awaits instruction.
Sadie shuddered as she saw the scene from the top of the wall she had just climbed. And she thought she'd been having a bad day.
"Hey, Adon, forgetting something? Or are you gonna just let me win by default?" she taunted, hoping to snap him out of his maniacal state.
adon looks up at Sadie, and narrows his eyes a moment, impaling an enraged guard offhandedly, leading into him kicking said guard off the sword as he yanks it out. He takes a quick moment, then nods a little, before darting right at the sealed entrance to the throne room. He skids to a halt in front of the guards, shifts his rapier to both hands, and shoves the sword through his own gut, twitching and chucking with soft, raspy breaths. A foggy, dark aura surrounds the blade, and the guard's weapons seem to just bounce off adon harmlessly.
"Cause it's all fun and games until the teachers show up!" she said, laughing. "Well, I can call up some wind and turn this into a wave pool without any danger of electrocuting anybody if you wanna do that."
Rakki steps around the edge of the pool, arms out wide. "Knew you could do it." He flashes that charming smile before his hands go to his hips. "Wave pool sounds fun to me. Just like the ocean back home. Do wish it was salt water, though. This blue stuff always just feels so weird."
Disclaimer: Flirtatious advances may not work on wyrm class gem dragons.
Hallway
"Well, there's a tough question. Er....about three years common timeline....I think? I completed one full term here and then at the end of summer break was when I went time traveling. So that was basically no time for everyone else but three years for me...except of course none of that happened physically speaking. I'm still the same as I would have been a year ago. I came back here as a ghost for part of last year while my sister was getting her s$&~ together. Mental trauma. Pretty nasty. And then I spent the rest of the year being properly dead for a change before being summarily resurrected a few days ago. My life is complicated."
"But to answer your actual question, yes it does take a lot of magic and tech to make this place run efficiently. Uncle Ryo often hires on former students after they graduate. There's pretty high staff turnover after all. It's not what you'd call a low stress job. Er, Uncle Ryo is the Headmaster. He's my mom's brother. Adopted, so no, he's not a dragon. He founded this school. Not really that long ago actually, and it just keeps expanding as fast as can be managed. Well, just a little faster than can actually be managed, really. But close enough."
Pausing for a second in his movement forward, he looks sideways towards Andromeda, before asking, "So, wait-- yer a dragon?" He picks up his step and catches up quickly, or stops again if she stops for any reason after the question. "That's gotta be kind of amazing, flying, scales, magic ...best I can recall, they were always thought of fantastical creatures." One hand comes up to dust off his left forearm while walking. The occasional peeking around the halls as they go as well.
Disclaimer: Flirtatious advances may not work on wyrm class gem dragons.
Hallway
Pausing for a second in his movement forward, he looks sideways towards Andromeda, before asking, "So, wait-- yer a dragon?" He picks up his step and catches up quickly, or stops again if she stops for any reason after the question. "That's gotta be kind of amazing, flying, scales, magic ...best I can recall, they were always thought of fantastical creatures." One hand comes up to dust off his left forearm while walking. The occasional peeking around the halls as they go as well."Well, there's a tough question. Er....about three years common timeline....I think? I completed one full term here and then at the end of summer break was when I went time traveling. So that was basically no time for everyone else but three years for me...except of course none of that happened physically speaking. I'm still the same as I would have been a year ago. I came back here as a ghost for part of last year while my sister was getting her s$&~ together. Mental trauma. Pretty nasty. And then I spent the rest of the year being properly dead for a change before being summarily resurrected a few days ago. My life is complicated."
"But to answer your actual question, yes it does take a lot of magic and tech to make this place run efficiently. Uncle Ryo often hires on former students after they graduate. There's pretty high staff turnover after all. It's not what you'd call a low stress job. Er, Uncle Ryo is the Headmaster. He's my mom's brother. Adopted, so no, he's not a dragon. He founded this school. Not really that long ago actually, and it just keeps expanding as fast as can be managed. Well, just a little faster than can actually be managed, really. But close enough."
Andromeda grinned. "You know what? It is actually pretty amazing. I love getting a chance to really stretch my wings. I haven't done that in way too long. Pretty sure the SIM rooms can manage somewhere to do that if they're like I've heard them described. I'm too small to give rides or anything like that, but I bet we could get you a rocket pack or a hang glider or something if you wanted to come flying with me some time.. Speaking of SIM rooms, we appear to be here....good grief, there are a lot of rooms! Which one are we going to?"
"Cause it's all fun and games until the teachers show up!" she said, laughing. "Well, I can call up some wind and turn this into a wave pool without any danger of electrocuting anybody if you wanna do that."Rakki steps around the edge of the pool, arms out wide. "Knew you could do it." He flashes that charming smile before his hands go to his hips. "Wave pool sounds fun to me. Just like the ocean back home. Do wish it was salt water, though. This blue stuff always just feels so weird."
"Well, we can swim in salt water in the SIM rooms if we want," she said agreeably. "But I don't like the SIM rooms. My weather magic doesn't work well in there because none of it is real and there's almost no actual moisture in the air. It's just simulated moisture. Blech. Seriously, that place is like a desert. I totally prefer using the actual pool," she said, starting to focus on calling up a mostly gentle wind, waving her arm back and forth over the pool to get the waves started.
SIM Rooms
Andromeda grinned. "You know what? It is actually pretty amazing. I love getting a chance to really stretch my wings. I haven't done that in way too long. Pretty sure the SIM rooms can manage somewhere to do that if they're like I've heard them described. I'm too small to give rides or anything like that, but I bet we could get you a rocket pack or a hang glider or something if you wanted to come flying with me some time.. Speaking of SIM rooms, we appear to be here....good grief, there are a lot of rooms! Which one are we going to?"
Walking along as a means to guide Andromeda, Tryko'Sam motions towards the SIM Mel room when they arrive in the halls with the doors. "That sucker there. I'll tell you what, babe, soon as you finish up with this situation -- unless you need me for more, I kind of figured I, eh, actually..." For a moment there, he sounded as if he was going to part ways, but he opens the door.
"You want a good SIM, you talk to me. I have the chops to whip something specific up-- and there's only the limit of imagination, as far as I can tell." He motions her inside, through the now open door. "Plus I'd love to check out someone turning into a dragon that *is* a dragon. Not sure I've actually met a real dragon yet."
He'll keep the door open for whoever else might have come with, then slip in after her and peek around once inside. A slight facial tick happens for an instant, but he seems to shut that down fast.
Sadie shuddered as she saw the scene from the top of the wall she had just climbed. And she thought she'd been having a bad day.
"Hey, Adon, forgetting something? Or are you gonna just let me win by default?" she taunted, hoping to snap him out of his maniacal state.adon looks up at Sadie, and narrows his eyes a moment, impaling an enraged guard offhandedly, leading into him kicking said guard off the sword as he yanks it out. He takes a quick moment, then nods a little, before darting right at the sealed entrance to the throne room. He skids to a halt in front of the guards, shifts his rapier to both hands, and shoves the sword through his own gut, twitching and chucking with soft, raspy breaths. A foggy, dark aura surrounds the blade, and the guard's weapons seem to just bounce off adon harmlessly.
"Adon!" she screamed, running towards him across the top of the wall before stopping abruptly when she saw the miasma surrounding him. "What the hell?" She looked from him to the guards. He wasn't being sent to the infirmary. Must be the SIM room safety. The damage wasn't real. She backed away a few steps. "Are you alright?" she called out, totally confused by his show of self-destructive behavior.
SIM Rooms
Andromeda grinned. "You know what? It is actually pretty amazing. I love getting a chance to really stretch my wings. I haven't done that in way too long. Pretty sure the SIM rooms can manage somewhere to do that if they're like I've heard them described. I'm too small to give rides or anything like that, but I bet we could get you a rocket pack or a hang glider or something if you wanted to come flying with me some time.. Speaking of SIM rooms, we appear to be here....good grief, there are a lot of rooms! Which one are we going to?"Walking along as a means to guide Andromeda, Tryko'Sam motions towards the SIM Mel room when they arrive in the halls with the doors. "That sucker there. I'll tell you what, babe, soon as you finish up with this situation -- unless you need me for more, I kind of figured I, eh, actually..." For a moment there, he sounded as if he was going to part ways, but he opens the door.
"You want a good SIM, you talk to me. I have the chops to whip something specific up-- and there's only the limit of imagination, as far as I can tell." He motions her inside, through the now open door. "Plus I'd love to check out someone turning into a dragon that *is* a dragon. Not sure I've actually met a real dragon yet."
He'll keep the door open for whoever else might have come with, then slip in after her and peek around once inside. A slight facial tick happens for an instant, but he seems to shut that down fast.
"Pretty sure that you've met my mom if you're working on designing SIMs. But it's totally understandable that you didn't know. Mom's more comfortable in human shape."
"Hello," she said to SIM Mel. "Pretty sure we haven't met. I'm Andromeda. Can you bring me up to speed on what I'm supposed to be helping with exactly?"
Ace visibly relaxes and gives Ty a hug, then morphs his blade into a plain walking stick. "You are quite the welcome sight Tyrrin. Thanks for coming to visit"
"Of course. Is there any change?" Tyrrin asked.
"Phaezeriel says that her consciousness is back together, but her demonic heritage is trying to assert itself because of the psychic connection to her murderer. So now she's being kept in a coma until we can figure out how to stop that," Tamina answered.
Once Jaiye showed up for her shift watching over Cho, Jeran took off. He'd been authorized to take a hoverbike out in order to get back and forth more quickly, and he had to admit he enjoyed getting to experience the new vehicle. It was light and fast and easy to crash, but where would be the fun of it if it weren't? He arrived late to the training session and walked over to Mithros. "Hey. How's it going so far?"
Once Jaiye showed up for her shift watching over Cho, Jeran took off. He'd been authorized to take a hoverbike out in order to get back and forth more quickly, and he had to admit he enjoyed getting to experience the new vehicle. It was light and fast and easy to crash, but where would be the fun of it if it weren't? He arrived late to the training session and walked over to Mithros. "Hey. How's it going so far?"
"Hey! Ok so far, I guess. I've taken them around and shown them everything, was about to show them how to get the simulators going and have them look at the instrumentation in play before class room study."
"Guys n Gals, this is Jeran, the other guy who will be training you and fighting with us."