"No I haven't had the chance. Four? When are they supposed to...hatch?" Asch says glad for his friend. "I was originally here to get Amada a birthday present. When I was interrupted with this whole conundrum." He says with a shrug and a sigh. "Though I did manage to her her something before."
"I'm not sure of anything, to be honest. I'm doing this in part to help ease Ehos' mind. Though now my curiosity is up as well. If you have a more useful method to get answers, I'm all for it. My spell is almost at its end anyways."
Jaiye gently brushed the hair back from his face. "So basically you used sex and violence as a way of dealing with your pain and guilt...I know a fair bit about that. And that whole feeling like you don't deserve to be happy thing."
"What happened to your father wasn't your fault, no matter how much your sister might have blamed you when you were children. She needed someone to blame and you were handy. What happened in that concert hall wasn't your fault either, though I'm sure it doesn't feel that way to you. You don't have to keep punishing yourself. It doesn't even the scales if you make yourself miserable for the rest of your life. You honor your father's sacrifice more by living well and being happy."
The tender gesture of stroking his hair and the gentle words were almost too much for Ehos in that emotional moment, and his heart hurts. How could he have ever had hurt her? 'But what I did to you was my fault Jaiye. I'm going to try to fix it. Whatever it takes. You deserve that much at least. I do want to be with you, and not just for sex. I understand if you want to take a break or something though.'
"Yeah, I know. Pretty dang funny, if you ask me."
"Not funny," he muttered as he went to leave. "That was horrible."
"Well, you wanted a sim of the abyss... And well, you were unlucky. And broke several rules on how to survive there."
She shook her head. "You couldn't have helped it. You were talking to Avatar Voltair. We tried to protect you."lang went through the portal arriving in the infirmary.
Lang quietly waits to be checked out but still seems a bit somber. Leaning over to Ignace he whispers to her
I'm sorry...I let that happen to you, I should have been better prepared.
Lang is quiet about her comment the thought of Ignace in danger apparently was frightening.
Once the decontamination is complete. Lang goes over to one of the Infirmary beds and takes a seat.
he seems unable to look Ignace in the eye he takes a few deep breaths.
"Well, you wanted a sim of the abyss... And well, you were unlucky. And broke several rules on how to survive there."
"I thought there was only one rule in the Abyss, and that was survive."
The tender gesture of stroking his hair and the gentle words were almost too much for Ehos in that emotional moment, and his heart hurts. How could he have ever had hurt her? 'But what I did to you was my fault Jaiye. I'm going to try to fix it. Whatever it takes. You deserve that much at least. I do want to be with you, and not just for sex. I understand if you want to take a break or something though.'
"Maybe. I'm not sure yet. The wounds are still pretty fresh. When I found out you had betrayed me with another woman my heart shattered. And I think that what was between us broke too. But I think that if we want to we have a chance to build something better, that can last for longer. If you cheat on me again, I'm done. I can't go through this again. But I'm willing to give us another chance if you are."
"Um...since we're putting all the cards on the table here I should probably tell you that I kissed Ana. It wasn't sexual. It was...kind of a er...kissing lesson. Girl nearly got herself into trouble and needed some er...emergency sex ed. And I don't know about you but I do not have the vocabulary to teach kissing by talking about it. Anyways....I won't say there wasn't the slightest bit of petty revenge involved. I'm not perfect either. But it wasn't romantic in nature. And I'd rather you didn't find out about it later and think I was hiding something from you."
"There are several rules on how to do that. Metaphorical rules. One way to not die is be very carful when taking A stable path. They lead to one of three things- a demonic battleground, balor lords, or demon lords."
"I see. Phaeze mentioned a possible Infernal connection to this as well. The body is burned...you sure this is who you think it is?"
"I'm not sure of anything, to be honest. I'm doing this in part to help ease Ehos' mind. Though now my curiosity is up as well. If you have a more useful method to get answers, I'm all for it. My spell is almost at its end anyways."
@Party in Tailor Shop--
Here are the details, for those walking in.
1) There is an a dead man, laying on the floor, with a gaping chest wound (sort of), unbloody, fleshed up, among the wreckage of the shop. It has on occasion when Ace questioned it, responded. Otherwise, it looks quite un-animated.
2) After the second or so question, Ace is /certain/ that it is not Bluffing him, in any fashion.
3) Phaezeriel at one point, nabbed Ehos and left, only to return a few moments (say three rounds, while nothing happened /here/ later.
4) Ace is semi-afk this weekend, so feel free to ask a question, I'll update. Just note-- there's perhaps 3 to 4 questions left, per Ace.
5) There's zero indication at this time as to the manner of the corpse's death, as it looks nicely fleshed up, though not perfect.
6) Given the blaze of fire in the area, any evidence regarding this 'death' is most likely gone, more so now, due to the restored flesh.
7) Recall that this 'area' is both post fire and subsequent water soaking per Dom's water bottle / waterbending techniques. Effectively, a very 'poor' crime scene for mundane sleuthing.
Cheers.
Vare returns the kiss with equal passion and intensity - intially taken a little by surprise at the sudden display of affection. His arms find their way around her lithe and powerful form with surety - relying on touch rather than sight he is able to tell where she is truly.
After a moment she breaks off, leaving Vare perhaps a little breathless. They exit the room swiftly after Anahita imparts her advice, hand-in-hand. He hadn't immediately responded to her speech about his fierceness.
However, once they are outside - Anahita apparently taking the leadership role once again, drawing them out of the observatory... Vare stops and pulls her just a little forcefully back towards him - this time taking on the 'male' role, pulling her up towards him and planting a quick kiss on her lips, more teasing than anything. "Perhaps I could use to...
"That is your choice, naturally." Anahita says with a smile and kisses him again on the lips, equally brief and then brings a hand up to caress his chin.
"Your hair returns quickly..." A light kiss on the jaw, just above his chin, then followed up towards the neck before pulling back.
"So, you were upset? I apologize. I sought to find my calm before returning here in the forest. I ran into Jaiye with her state due to Ehos' actions. I'd prefer you not stop doing your noble task of teaching magic, Professor-- though, I feel this is a challenge we can over come with patience, or resolving the task. We should find a place to discuss it further. What say you?" With that said, while pressed against him, stands taller on her tiptoes, to kiss him once more, then pulls away with a teasing grin.
"Consider it a test of resolve, on both our parts, yes? I am .. also, practicing my ability to taunt-- or, tease? Tease you." Then there's more of a grin before it fades off her expressive face.
She's still dressed in that desert clothing since day one, looking clean and new as the first day she arrived.
@Party at Tailor Shop (Update)
Per the spell's description (Restore Corpse):
You grow flesh on a decomposed or skeletonized corpse of a Medium or smaller creature, providing it with sufficient flesh that it can be animated as a zombie rather than a skeleton. The corpse looks as it did when the creature died. The new flesh is somewhat rotted and not fit for eating.
I'm going to say that the wound is still there, though 'adjusted' due to the spell cast by Ace, to save on some pain and what not. Thanks for pointing that out, Ace, I'd assumed it was 'fully fleshed up', but could go both ways.
'When the creature died' is the key I'm going off of.
Therefore, this corpse has a nice gaping 'hole' at the chest, directly where one's heart would be, and the sternum/ribs that were there are missing as well. A quick glance around the burnt out and water soaked interior does not pick them out.
The door to his personal SIM room opened and shut behind Tryko'Sam after spending a good while in compressed time, building up a bunch of new generic programs to store into the data files for public use.
>> Those should fit the bill the Prof wanted. <<
Literally dusting off his hands after stepping out, he peers around and then seems to consider something briefly, looking down at his outfit.
>> That's what's bugging me, these aren't my style. I might have to invent fashion or something-- not that I can really remember what I like that well. Whatever. I'm hungry. <<
With that said, touching the walls with his fingers while walking along, arrows lead him towards the Cafeteria.
"So, do you still want to try this, Gareth?"
"It's silly, I don't want to crash, but I know I could in this room.. Do you need help drinking your potion?"
::I see. I am coming there now to discuss this in person. Stand by.::
::::Understandable.::
"Yes, I could use some help with that."
"There are several rules on how to do that. Metaphorical rules. One way to not die is be very carful when taking A stable path. They lead to one of three things- a demonic battleground, balor lords, or demon lords."
"i'll try to remember that," he said, "When I'm not having my soul eaten."
He opens the potion and holds it for Vriskra to drink before drinking one of his and turning into a roc.
"This is so cool..."
"Yeah. Sorry, apparently that was more serious to you then to me. Sims are sims- i wouldn't stress over it."
vriskra changes into a little girl, wearing a black dress, cut off at the knees. Her hair is rather long, and jet black, going down to her shoulders. Her skin is very pale, and her eyes a bright blue. She twirls a few times, and tries her new appendages.
"Alright. I'm ready to go."
"Yeah. Sorry, apparently that was more serious to you then to me. Sims are sims- i wouldn't stress over it."
"Good point," he said, "I am just a little disappointed that I barely lasted five minutes."
"Heh, yeah... But balor lords are nearer to godhood then i am. Don't feel bad about losing to one."
@Party at Tailor Shop (Update)
Per the spell's description (Restore Corpse):
You grow flesh on a decomposed or skeletonized corpse of a Medium or smaller creature, providing it with sufficient flesh that it can be animated as a zombie rather than a skeleton. The corpse looks as it did when the creature died. The new flesh is somewhat rotted and not fit for eating.I'm going to say that the wound is still there, though 'adjusted' due to the spell cast by Ace, to save on some pain and what not. Thanks for pointing that out, Ace, I'd assumed it was 'fully fleshed up', but could go both ways.
'When the creature died' is the key I'm going off of.
Therefore, this corpse has a nice gaping 'hole' at the chest, directly where one's heart would be, and the sternum/ribs that were there are missing as well. A quick glance around the burnt out and water soaked interior does not pick them out.
"Heh, yeah... But balor lords are nearer to godhood then i am. Don't feel bad about losing to one."
"Perhaps later we can boot it back up and see if I can last longer."
He lays down to make it easier for Vriskra to get on his back.
"We should get something so you can hold on."
he snickers a little.
"Oh, sorry. Just thinking about you as a succubus is funny. You could try again whenever you want."
he snickers a little.
"Oh, sorry. Just thinking about you as a succubus is funny. You could try again whenever you want."
"That's still not funny."
"Well just do what we did earlyer."
she has the sim create a saddle, fitted for you, and puts it in to the of her ability.
"Sorry, but it is to me. My mom was a demon of lust- sex means almost nothing to me... Well, i want to have as all the time, I'm just really good at ignoring it. It seems more awkward for you... Probably because you haven't termed yourself into a succubus willingly at least 3 times before."
"Sorry, but it is to me. My mom was a demon of lust- sex means almost nothing to me... Well, i want to have as all the time, I'm just really good at ignoring it. It seems more awkward for you... Probably because you haven't termed yourself into a succubus willingly at least 3 times before."
"That's probably why," he said, "I had no idea that you were half demon, though now that I do know I now understand why you are the way you are."
"Ah. Do i have my illusion up? Oh. So i do."
he removes the illusion. his right arm is red, with small demonic claws at the end. His left is cover in supple green serpent scales. He has small fangs, and a forked tongue. His hair is a sickly yellow. He has talons instead of toes, and a talon on the back of his foot. He has large black crow wings. His right eye is red, his left, green. He wears shackles, with the chains broken between them. Looking at him, he has this odd... Alluring... Perfection to him. You couldn't bring harm to something so perfect, even if you wanted to.
"Can you guess witch demon lord's kid i am?"
Jen arrives in the sim room, sporting a new bandaged arm and a sparkly new belt. "Is it Lamashtu?" Jen smirks. "So how did it go, Reed?
"Ah. Do i have my illusion up? Oh. So i do."
he removes the illusion. his right arm is red, with small demonic claws at the end. His left is cover in supple green serpent scales. He has small fangs, and a forked tongue. His hair is a sickly yellow. He has talons instead of toes, and a talon on the back of his foot. He has large black crow wings. His right eye is red, his left, freen.He wears shackles, with the chains broken between them. Looking at him, he has this odd... Alluring... Perfection to him. You couldn't bring harm to something so perfect, even if you wanted to.
"Can you guess witch demon lord's kid i am?"
"I am unfamiliar with the demon lords, could you perhaps clarify?"
Jen arrives in the sim room, sporting a new bandaged arm and a sparkly new belt. "Is it Lamashtu?" Jen smirks. "So how did it go, Reed?
"I lasted about five minutes before being turned into a succubus."
"Very good. But I already told you."
he stinks his Tounge out, in a teasing manner, then smiles broadly.
"So you're better, i see. Did you like the sim? You can use it for a Dailey beating. I'd better modify that so that if you get yourself turned into a demon, the sim doesn't leve you in there because you aren't dead... But that'll have to wait. I've been using too much magic today, I'm running out."
"Very good. But I already told you."
he stinks his Tounge out, in at easing manner, then smiles broadly.
"So you're better, i see. Did you like the sim? You can use it for a Dailey beating. I'd better modify that so that if you get yourself turned into a demon, the sim doesn't leve you in there because you aren't dead... But that'll have to wait. I've been using too much magic today, I'm running out."
"Okay," he said.
"Ready, Vriskra?"
"Whenever you are."
she hops on, and ties herself in.
she stays in the saddle without much problem.
"Alright. You don't want to flap your wings too much once you get up, or you'll hurt yourself. You want to glide a lot."
a certain amount of intrinsic flight knowledge is present, you can take off without much problem.
"Also, remember, Flying slow makes it harder."
@Party at Tailor Shop (Update)
Per the spell's description (Restore Corpse):
You grow flesh on a decomposed or skeletonized corpse of a Medium or smaller creature, providing it with sufficient flesh that it can be animated as a zombie rather than a skeleton. The corpse looks as it did when the creature died. The new flesh is somewhat rotted and not fit for eating.I'm going to say that the wound is still there, though 'adjusted' due to the spell cast by Ace, to save on some pain and what not. Thanks for pointing that out, Ace, I'd assumed it was 'fully fleshed up', but could go both ways.
'When the creature died' is the key I'm going off of.
Therefore, this corpse has a nice gaping 'hole' at the chest, directly where one's heart would be, and the sternum/ribs that were there are missing as well. A quick glance around the burnt out and water soaked interior does not pick them out.
Yes, he suspects that's Kara's "father" / shop owner. Then again, it was a burnt out husk of a corpse when he first got here-- and the spell of Ace restored some of it's appearance.
"I guess we should ask him what his name was...to verify? Do any of you know what his name was? Or maybe ask what his occupation was?"
"....damn...Krays...if I lose it you know what to do." Before Krays or anyone else can decipher what Asch means he kneels next to the corpse and sinks his fangs I to the side of his neck.
"Thank you." She says with her smile beginning to slowly fade back in.
She takes her hand and the two of them make their exit to the hallway.
As they are already in the elementary wing, the arrows do not need to be called up for her to find her room.
"Why are your parents here? Are you in trouble?"
"No no. They wanted to meet Blackscales-sensei, Sara-chan. How are you feeling?" Midori asked kindly, still holding the even-littler girl's hand as they walked.
::Uh...which pilot and what did he do?::
::I dunno... he said he wasn't sure if they were supposed to tell their real names. He showed up to the fires in Kuros in his suit and then left shortly after.::
"Ugh." Vai says aloud as Asch plunged his fangs into the corpse.
"....damn...Krays...if I lose it you know what to do." Before Krays or anyone else can decipher what Asch means he kneels next to the corpse and sinks his fangs I to the side of his neck.
It takes about a minute or so, and Asch casts his Blood Biography spell (I'm assuming you can do this, since I wasn't sure by reading your Profile, go go Rules Light) ...
- Akbardo Lefortu is the dead man's name
- Male, human, tailor
- Unknown to self, pain and then darkness about the chest
- Last night, the pain and darkness happened, around 8pm/closing
Conferring with Ace, these questions seem to match what he's learned, as the written responses are displayed ethereally for Asch to see elsewhere.
Additionally-- the internal juices of this 'corpse' are a good 12 hours old, and cooked-- thus, extremely disgusting and utterly lifeless for anything vampiric.
Ephebe turned to Midori's parents. "I do apologize for the interruptions. One of the hazards of running a school, there are always crises to deal with."
"Not at all, Blackscales-sama. I am glad you take such care of your students. It gives us peace of mind in knowing that you will take such care of our daughter as well." Yuki answers gracefully. "I don't believe we have any more questions. Is there anything we can tell you about our daughter that will help you?"
"Well, to begin with, I clearly need to introduce you to the demon who works in the infirmary. I believe that saving lives and helping people is kind of his raison d'etre.""Beyond that.....while I think your example is overly simplistic and truly doesn't take into account the lack of choice of beings of either good or evil and how hard they have to fight to make a choice that goes against their basic nature, it actually doesn't hold up even for mere mortals. That human knight is faced with a much more difficult choice than do I massacre the village. You see, if he doesn't massacre the village, the lord who ordered it is going to torture and kill the knight's family. After all, it's an evil kingdom prone to slaughtering villagers for kicks. Most people in that situation would follow orders rather than risk their loved ones. It's easier to just take the punishment yourself, but life is rarely easy or simple."
She sighed. "Our first argument and it just had to be on theology and the...
"It is why I choose that example. It's simple yet brings the thought of what else could change a persons choice. In the end my feelings toward demons in general comes from my interaction with them. Every diplomatic endeavor and hostile encounter. I believe only once have I met a demon that didn't try being hostile and that was because it was being controlled. I won't attack any demon unprovoked, but I also won't let my guard down around any demon ether." He voice relieved a sliver of warmth.
"At least it seems we can understand each others places. It seems that would be the hardest thing about arguments." He pauses for a second before continuing. "If you feel that meeting this... demon shall calm my emotions toward there kind. I will meet with them, but I won't be able to let my guard down around them."
"For now lets find something not related to demons to do. What do you say?" He asks hoping to salvage the rest of there day.
It takes about a minute or so, and Asch casts his Blood Biography spell (I'm assuming you can do this, since I wasn't sure by reading your Profile, go go Rules Light) ...
- Akbardo Lefortu is the dead man's name
- Male, human, tailor
- Unknown to self, pain and then darkness about the chest
- Last night, the pain and darkness happened, around 8pm/closing