A pleasure to meet you as well Master Denulia. The wolf shelter you. It is unsettling to be alone in such a place, perhaps if we keep an eye out each for the other it will not seem so overwhelming.
Wyrd says this last part while looking at the squirrel, almost as if he is talking to the squirrel. For its part the squirrel sits up and chitters at Wyrd in a very serious way, then goes back to its acorns.
A pleasure to meet you as well Master Denulia. The wolf shelter you. It is unsettling to be alone in such a place, perhaps if we keep an eye out each for the other it will not seem so overwhelming.
Wyrd says this last part while looking at the squirrel, almost as if he is talking to the squirrel. For its part the squirrel sits up and chitters at Wyrd in a very serious way, then goes back to its acorns.
[ooc]EDIT: New Portrait :) More like what he looks like save for being made of iron.[/b]
Vai whispers back, barely surpressing laughter as she sorts through the rack: "You know, in a couple months, no matter what we pick out, she won't look like she just came out of elementary school."
Tyrrin is only a little disappointed at having found another new person rather than someone who had been at the school for some time. "Yes, I arrived yesterday evening." she sits down opposite Ghalen. "How have you found the educational value in this school thus far?"
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Vai whispers back, barely surpressing laughter as she sorts through the rack: "You know, in a couple months, no matter what we pick out, she won't look like she just came out of elementary school."
Fieri tried and failed to choke back a fit of giggles.
"That would have to be one precocious elementary schooler."
Ephebe came back out of the dressing room and twirled.
"Okay, so Vai has better taste in clothes than me," she admitted, smiling. "Actually it looks great."
"That's a very good question, Tyrrin. So far I've found them quite boring, but there are nuggets of knowledge to glean from the curriculum.
Only the history of Agartha classes are interesting, in my opinion. But, unless there are other places of higher learning on Agartha, apparently this is the best education in the world.
Then again, I've only been here a week. I am probably not the best person to ask.
Now, if you don't mind my asking, you said you were the daughter of a high seer. Is this position an important one? A governmental one?"
Vai had barely suppressed the fit of giggles when Ephebe emerged from the dressing room. she had to admit, the pink worked really well on Ephebe. Vai had to admit, while sometimes she didn't like her body, she did like to compare her cleavage to that of her sister. Still, the dress looked good, and she said as much to her. "We picked out a couple other things for you to try."
"Thanks. Looks like it's my turn to be the dress up doll," Ephebe said with a laugh as Fieri started handing her thing. "Hey, one at a time!"
She tried on oufit after outfit and eventually they were able to settle on the ones that worked best for her. Her pile of purchases ended up being just as big as Vai's. Especially since she bought a few green empire waisted sleeveless dresses that she had Fiona alter a bit to make them the same shade of green as the school uniform.
"Okay, I'm worn out," she said flopping down onto a chair. "Fi's turn."
"Yay! My turn!" Fieri said, all smiles as she turned to the rack for her.
"Ooh, nice!" she said, pulling out a shirt that seemed to be mostly holes and chains.
Khassar thinks "Tiger, tiger will you burn bright? Yes you will, when I get a bomb alight. Though trail and tree, is what I see, there is a certainty, that there are three."
Oneiro is in the process of making a paper blade when the tigers attack. With the exception of Khasser, everyone is is caught off guard by one or more tigers.
One bursts forth from the foliage to the right of the path, charging straight at Ori. From above another leaps at Jeran, roaring it's hunting cry. Oneiro is caught off guard by the last tigers, and get's clawed twice in the back because of it.
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Surprisingly, Obaa-sama chuckled. "Always knew Marui-chan wore the pants in your family. And I see where Sakura-Neko gets her stubborn streak."
"What about you two?" Michael asks Kyuu and Aoi. "What's your opinion on this?"
Ori screamed as she was surprised by the tiger suddenly jumping out and clawing and biting her. She struggled to get away from it.
Jeran sidestepped the tiger that had escaped his notice turning and growling at it. He leaped to attack.
...or that kobold. It MUST be the kobold. Nasty vile things. Reckless too, if she remembered correctly. She avoided that group like the plague, deciding to observe them instead of immediately attacking. Naturally they must be plotting something.
A copper-scaled kobold enters the cafeteria. He looks at near everyone within with disdainful suspicion. Then he sees Ghalen and Tyrrin, and his reptilian eyes narrow. The little creature heads towards them.
Barely dodges a claw as he leaps away, Oneiro turns and throws his paper blade at the tiger attacking Ori, making it snarl and turn toward him when the paper cuts deep.
The fighting Jeran screams as it's bitten, but it's hide seems stronger than a tiger's should be. Either way, the bite is far from life threatening.
"Seems like Kitty and I aren't the only ones who think it's a bad idea for her to stay a shinobi." Michael says to Obaa-sama. "What is your decision, sir?"
Kitty smiled widely.
"Thank you, Obaa-sama," she said with a bow.
"Harrumph," Obaa-sama said again.
"You know," Marui said, "Sakura-Neko, these clothes are absolutely disgraceful. I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of bringing some things along. Nanami told me your measurements." Marui had a smug smile on her face and Hidoki just looked confused.
Michael smiles.
"Thank you." Michael says, bowing as well. Saffire tries to bow too, but his wings unbalance him and he nearly falls. "I could make a familiar for you if you wish. If the kitten I made is any indication, adding a strand of your hair in the creation will make it take after you."
"Yay! My turn!" Fieri said, all smiles as she turned to the rack for her.
"Ooh, nice!" she said, pulling out a shirt that seemed to be mostly holes and chains.
Vai averted her eyes from the chains. Chains brought back... memories. Even those small chains triggered unpleasant memories. Looking at the rack and the choices Fi was making... she wasn't sure if Fi had any license to call Ephebe's sense of style into question. Vai tried to lighten her view of Fieri's outfit with humour. "Fi, I didn't know James liked this sort of thing." she said, playing with a outfit that was particularily chain-y.
Tyrrin MUST have been wrong in her initial assessment of this.. Ghalen. Maybe he stole the suit he wore from someone. If he didn't even know of the High Seers, he could NOT be important. Still, Tyrrin kept up pleasantries. "The High Seers are a council of powerful magic users or psions. They mostly serve the governements of the world in an advisory sense. While they wield no direct power, their counsel is very valuable, and is often followed." Tyrrin ate little during her elaboration, and then saw a kobold approaching her table. The creature was copper-scaled, and was carrying himself with a certain air of arrogance which made Tyrrin doubt that it was merely another student. Ugh. This... Headmaster Ryo had less and less going for him as she learned about the school. "Good morning, sir." Tyrrin says brightly, with only a hint of condesencion slipping in on the last word.
A pleasure to meet you as well Master Denulia. The wolf shelter you. It is unsettling to be alone in such a place, perhaps if we keep an eye out each for the other it will not seem so overwhelming.
Wyrd says this last part while looking at the squirrel, almost as if he is talking to the squirrel. For its part the squirrel sits up and chitters at Wyrd in a very serious way, then goes back to its acorns.
Ehos nods in agreement to Wyrd's blessing, then watches the interaction with the squirrel with keen interest. He begins writing once again: 'Wyrd, are you a [...]*?'
*Ehos wrote an elvish word meaning: one who speaks with the animals.
"Yes well, I'm not from around here, so...sorry. Nice to have important parents, though."
He sees Proff Vakkler approach
"Oh, man. I thought she was kidding about detention..."
Vai averted her eyes from the chains. Chains brought back... memories. Even those small chains triggered unpleasant memories. Looking at the rack and the choices Fi was making... she wasn't sure if Fi had any license to call Ephebe's sense of style into question. Vai tried to lighten her view of Fieri's outfit with humour. "Fi, I didn't know James liked this sort of thing." she said, playing with a outfit that was particularily chain-y."Yay! My turn!" Fieri said, all smiles as she turned to the rack for her.
"Ooh, nice!" she said, pulling out a shirt that seemed to be mostly holes and chains.
Fieri laughed. "Well, not chains exactly," she said with a wink. "These are just stage clothes. I wear different things for performances than I do normally and the more over the top the better. Actually this is the only arena where Ephebe's fashion sense can be trusted. Stage outfits she seems to get no problem."
"I might not be useful here. The thought of going on stage is scary as is, without wearing a costume. I remember your band from the second night I was here though. I...I've never heard music like that before. It was pretty loud."
"Which is why I'm telling you to steer clear of the chains. Aside from the fact that they're making Vai uncomfortable, they won't work well with heat. And you use fire in your performances. Also, chains are kind of Spike's thing. He'll be pissed and you'll have more drama to deal with. Here, try these," she said, shoving a pair of snakeskin leggings at Fieri. "And put it together with this," she added, pulling out some ridiculously high helled boots and a shirt made of what might have been some kind of safety harness.
"I might not be useful here. The thought of going on stage is scary as is, without wearing a costume. I remember your band from the second night I was here though. I...I've never heard music like that before. It was pretty loud."
"I like loud," Feiri said cheerfully taking the seemingly garish outift from Ephebe. "Growing up it was all chamber music all the time. Not any more."
She goes to try on the outfit and comes back out examining her reflection critically in the mirror.
"It's kinda edgy."
Ephebe shrugged. "Rock stars and demons dress pretty much alike."
"There are lots of things that make me uncomfortable." Vai says quietly, "But that doesn't mean people should have to tread on tiptoe around me. That'd be even worse." Vai looked at the costume Ephebe had picked out, but couldn't see the appeal. As expected, she couldn't say much that was helpful about the costume. She shruged.
"I like the pants, but this shirt is a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen...and James would freak out about that...let me try it with that grey shirt with the safety pins, 'kay?"
"And we'll try not to tiptoe around you, Vai, but we care about you, so we don't like to do stuff we know makes you uncomfortable," she said, changing shirts right there without bothering to go back into the dressing room.
Enre sees Professor Vakkler after he walks in and tells his niece and nephew "That is my homeroom teacher. He glares a lot and yells detention a lot. Other than that he is okay."
"Yes well, I'm not from around here, so...sorry. Nice to have important parents, though."
He sees Proff Vakkler approach
"Oh, man. I thought she was kidding about detention..."
Vakkler gives a small nod. "Hello. You are both new to Avalon, correct?"
"Hello, sir. Yes, I've only been here a week."
"I see. I am Professor Vakkler. I teach Agarthian History. And your name is?"
"Ghalen Kiln."
"Tyrrin Denulia, sir." Tyrrin said shortly. She didn't like having to answer to such a lowly creature. "I am also new. Arrived yesterday."
Vai blushed right up to her ears, trying to act natural. Fieri was her sister after all, this sort of thing shouldn't be embarrassing.
"Tyrrin Denulia, sir." Tyrrin said shortly. She didn't like having to answer to such a lowly creature. "I am also new. Arrived yesterday."
"Welcome to Avalon, Ms. Denulia and Mr. Kiln. If you both behave with sense, our dealings will continue to be this simple: introductions and basic pleasantries. But I am known to be somewhat 'harsh'. So if sense does not prevail, we will be seeing quite a bit of each other." The kobold gives a very slight bow. "Good day."
He turns away.
Oneiro is in the process of making a paper blade when the tigers attack. With the exception of Khasser, everyone is is caught off guard by one or more tigers.
One bursts forth from the foliage to the right of the path, charging straight at Ori. From above another leaps at Jeran, roaring it's hunting cry. Oneiro is caught off guard by the last tigers, and get's clawed twice in the back because of it.
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casting defensively Cure light wounds on Ori
HP regained
"Tyrrin Denulia, sir." Tyrrin said shortly. She didn't like having to answer to such a lowly creature. "I am also new. Arrived yesterday.""Welcome to Avalon, Ms. Denulia and Mr. Kiln. If you both behave with sense, our dealings will continue to be this simple: introductions and basic pleasantries. But I am known to be somewhat 'harsh'. So if sense does not prevail, we will be seeing quite a bit of each other." The kobold gives a very slight bow. "Good day."
He turns away.
The kobold's scare tactics wouldn't work on Tyrrin. She was less worried about her own sense, and more what his VERSION of sense might be. Either way, there was nothing to be gained by responding to kobold's goading now. So Tyrrin simply nodded, before turning back to Ghalen, waiting for the kobold to be out of earshot before saying: "Can you believe they allow kobolds to teach here? Nasty scaly things."
"I would not presume that a kobold that is allowed to teach gifted students would be a normal kobold."
Ehos nods in agreement to Wyrd's blessing, then watches the interaction with the squirrel with keen interest. He begins writing once again: 'Wyrd, are you a [...]*?'
*Ehos wrote an elvish word meaning: one who speaks with the animals.
Reading the question, Wyrd looks back to Ehos.
I honestly do not know what I am, not entirely. I know that when I am in a natural setting I am far more comfortable than I am otherwise, and despite my form, animals seem unafraid of me and sometimes seem to understand what I am saying. As far as I know I do not understand them.
As Wyrd finishes the squirrel looks up at his face and chitters something softly, then takes what is left of the acorns and scampers back into the trees.
Ephebe shrugged. "Rock stars and demons dress pretty much alike."