He probably reeks of extra planar power...is chaotic but not evil.
Looks the guy in robes up and down.
"Dunno. IS there anything you can help me with?" he asks as he takes the cigar out of his mouth, taps it to ash, then returns it after speaking.
"Depends on why you're here. If you're here to see someone, I could help. If you're here to enroll, I can help. If you're just here looking for a smoking spot, I can only hinder." The Headmaster explains as Casseus' cigar goes out. "No smoking on, above, or under school grounds."
Looks shocked
"You're kidding!?"
He frowns, but keeps chewing on the cigar butt.
"...Ok then. I don't know what I'm here for, honestly."
"How far out ain't on school grounds, then?"
"Of course. Come in. We can discuss what you'd like to do over some good food. The kitchen staff is pretty happy that they won't be feeding an entire school of students today, so getting a meal won't be a problem." Motioning for Casseus to follow, Ryo leads him to the empty cafeteria. "What would you like? We've got as many different recipes as we have students."
"Ah, my apologies, I've forgotten to ask you your name. I am Headmaster Antairus."
The Headmaster flicks a card into the air and ignores it as it twirls through a pair of doors nearby.
"I hope a thick beef stew is okay. As for your question, he students are participating in a rather large game. Think of it like the game king of the hill, expect each student belongs to a kingdom that is trying to take control. If you choose to enroll, I can put you in it."
"You shouldn't have to wait very long. What interests you, Mr. Rex?"
The cafeteria may be rather bland, but it's well made and expansive. The amount of people it would take to fill it is surprising, and the din of all of them talking and eating at once is probably just short of deafening.
"Well, are you an artist or a musician? Do you like to cook or study Agartha's history? This is a school after all, and I'd like to know what you like to do to help round out your schedule if you decide to enroll."
"Thank you, Miss Urai." Ryo says to the cook who brings out the bowls of beef stew on a tray. She nods and goes back into the kitchens.
Begins to eat as soon as the bowl hits the table
"Well...<nom> I've been told <nom> that I excel <nom> at being <nom> a pain <nom> in the ass <nom> and don't <nom> appreciate the <nom> gifts I've been <nom> given, and suck at the <nom> things others of my <nom> kind revel in."
And that quick the bowl is empty, as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
"That wasn't bad, but I may need more to cement my opinion on the matter..." he says with a hopeful expression
Without missing a beat, the Headmaster pushes his bowl across the table for Casseus.
"That last part is all you'll need to be welcome here, though your appearance may startle some students for a while. Rest assured though, you are not the first cambon to attend this school. How about I give you a list of the classes the school offers and let you decided from here?"
Without missing a beat, the Headmaster pushes his bowl across the table for Casseus.
"That last part is all you'll need to be welcome here, though your appearance may startle some students for a while. Rest assured though, you are not the first cambon to attend this school. How about I give you a list of the classes the school offers and let you decided from here?"
He gegins to devour the second bowl...then utters a quick thanks as an afterthought. He licks the bowl clean before speaking.
"My appearance causes problems wherever I go, not expecting any different here. What's a Cambon?"
"Sure? Of course not. But do you have any better ideas?"
*Sigh* "No."
Door opens. "I'm hungry. I'm going downstairs to get some food."
"Raelle! You are not going anywhere dressed like that young lady!"
"Geez, Mom, stop freaking out. There's nothing wrong with how I'm dressed."
"There most certainly is! Go change right now!"
"Okay, if you insist, but I don't think you're going to like where this is going."
"Moooom. Chara's been stealing my dolls again! Make her give them back!"
"Is it really too much to ask that you two get along for five minutes put together, Ignace?"
He chuckled. "Raelle, put on a sweater. Ignace, you need to share. Let Chara borrow one doll. Chara, no more taking your sister's dolls without asking permission first. I'm going to the school now. Try not to burn down the inn before I get back."
She gave him a wry smile as peace (more or less) once more descended on the room. "Don't take too long. You know this can't last."
Scurrying up to the main doors, comes a rather comical figure. A young Ratfolk, not quite 4' tall, dressed in a deep blue traveling coat with an over-sized, wide brimmed pointy hat tall enough to put it's tip at eye level with a normal human, when it manages to stay upright. His long feet are bare but for some tattered wraps around the arch and up his calves. When the little fellow reaches open doors, he pulls off his hat, holding it nervously delicate appearing long-fingered hands sporting impressive rodent claws.
Hesitantly H.. hello? Skivven can come in?
His whiskered nose twitches as the smell of beef stew from the cafeteria reaches him and a little drool glistens at the corner of his mouth. The stomach engages the feet as the audibly flap down the hall, tracking the scent.
Skivven slides to a stop as he enters the cafeteria, suddenly realizing what he's done. His eyes buldge in surprise and embarassment as he pulls crumpled flyer from his hat.
Skivven came to enroll?
He shifts nervously from foot to foot as he gazes up at the occupants, attempting to smooth out the flyer for the academy and holding it up as a hopeful ward against ire.
He gegins to devour the second bowl...then utters a quick thanks as an afterthought. He licks the bowl clean before speaking.
"My appearance causes problems wherever I go, not expecting any different here. What's a Cambon?"
"You do not know? How strange. A cambion is someone who has a fiendish and a non-fiendish parent. It would explain your appearance."
Skivven wrote:
Skivven slides to a stop as he enters the cafeteria, suddenly realizing what he's done. His eyes buldge in surprise and embarassment as he pulls crumpled flyer from his hat.
Skivven came to enroll?
He shifts nervously from foot to foot as he gazes up at the occupants, attempting to smooth out the flyer for the academy and holding it up as a hopeful ward against ire.
"Of course." The Headmaser says after a moment of looking at the flyer. "Come sit with us. I was just discussing the possibility of enrollment with Mr. Rex here. Would you like something to eat Mister... Skivven, is it?"
"The stews not bad..." he says to the little rat boy.
"I've never heard the term before, and I'm not sure it applies to me. I've only ever heard rumors of who my father might be, and I've never known any mother. As far as I know, I came into being just as everyone else did where I'm from. Probably why I got kicked out, not playing along.
Anyways...I suppose I'll enroll here, got nothing else going on.
Not that I'm itching to get back home either...too many rules.
I should warn you though...I do have a wee temper..."
Skivven beams a rodent smile at Miss Urai as she sets a bowl before the Ratfolk. He turns his attention inquisitively to the runes encircling his dining companions wrist, a calculating expression in his beady, black eyes as he digs into the stew.
Skivven tries to be good, is good merchant, makes nice potions and writes very neatly. Tribe said Skivven make animals uneasy, tribe's warrens to crowded for Skivven, not good for bottles.
Oh yes, oh yes. Skivven is alchemist, has potions for many uses. Cures for ills and wounds, to fly, breathe like fish, float as cloud, talk or read any language! Skivven also has non-magical items, smoke bombs, kindnesses, stypic, tindertwigs.
He's in full sales pitch mode, pulling a wooden case out of his pack, opening it and displaying trays of glass vials, sealed with wax with an identifying rune on each stopper.
"Bombs...really? Can you do bullets?"
He pulls out a large revolver out of a shoulder holster that would make Dirty Harry feel inadequate, and lays it on the table.
"For something like this?"
Skivven stares at the weapon, his eyes flashing as he detects the enchantments.
Skivven not make pellets or slug before, but can make alchemical cartidges, like dragonsbreath and tangleshot. Smokepowder easy to make, just need enough wee.
I haven't decided on the exact enchantments, but its of a level that's worthy of a prince of Hell
"Ho ho! Dragon's breath sounds cool! I can make shells and blackpowder and slugs. What do you need?"
Dragonfire very hot, very powerful, but dangerous and expensive. Skivven can make with little time. They cost 40 gold each, like tangle shots. Skivven tries to keep a supply of materials on hand to help customer!
Money feeds the tribe, but Skivven's people are very curious. Skivven willing to barter for unusual and interesting things.... Skivven not see many weapons like that before.
Skivven size, please, more interested in how it works, magics come later. To many layers makes things cloudly, takes longer to analyze. Skivven make case of special things for yours as trade, yes?
"We have a lot of various facilities, including a forge, Mr. Rex." The Headmaster explains. "Most are open to students after classes are over for the day or as part of the classes themselves. Full sized, sometimes bigger if you can believe it." He reaches into his robes and pulls out two sheets of paper, placing them in front of Casseus and Skivven. "Those are lists of the available class. Pick the ones that interest you the most and I'll get your schedules finalized and your rooms set up. If you want to enroll that is."
Skivven digs around in his coat, pulling a fountain pen from it's depths, excitedly marking classes primarily oriented towards wizardry, alchemy, and mechanisms. Then he signs the form with an arcane mark. Flipping the pen over his shoulder and holding out form happily as his tail catches the pen and stashes back within his coat.
Taking the paper, Ryo trades it for a school map and hands it to Skivven.
"Your room will show up when you decide between a room to yourself or a room with a roommate. You can use the map to find your way around or place your hand on a wall and say the name of your destination out loud. The arrows will show you the way."
"Monday. You'll have plenty of time to settle in after the War is over. The rest of the student body is participating in the event, and you'll be joining once you have your things in your room. Think of like a big game of king of the hill."
Casseus looks over the form...marking any classes taht sound less than boring, and anything having to do with planar knowledge. He then slides it bacl over to Ryo.
"Something like that, Skivven. You'll be placed in one of the four Kingdoms and will try to help your Kingdom defeat the others. The War isn't over until just one Kingdom rules all four regions."
Oh, big, big hills.... Skivven would just as soon keep pack on him for a long game. Skivven makes preparations for troubles and keeps them stored for later.
