"A quiet lunch? What's that," she teased.
"I just couldn't tell you anymore," he replies with a dramatic sigh. ;)
"That was the Harbinger - looks like there's some Imperial activity a couple of systems away that needs to be 'redirected' somewhere else. I need to go lend them a hand."
"Why wouldn't I be ok with it? Its only natural or at least I think so. Master Asch doesn't like it when I do it to him randomly but that's because he is strange, his head is a scary place to be. I don't know how he does it I think it is because Mistress Amada keeps him calm."
"A quiet lunch? What's that," she teased."I just couldn't tell you anymore," he replies with a dramatic sigh. "That was the Harbinger - looks like there's some Imperial activity a couple of systems away that needs to be 'redirected' somewhere else. I need to go lend them a hand."
"It's fine, love. I can hold down the fort for a bit here. Don't forget to take that crate from my workroom. More personal starcasters and a few new toys. Should make your job a little easier."
"Why wouldn't I be ok with it? Its only natural or at least I think so. Master Asch doesn't like it when I do it to him randomly but that's because he is strange, his head is a scary place to be. I don't know how he does it I think it is because Mistress Amada keeps him calm."
"Why wouldn't I be ok with it? Its only natural or at least I think so. Master Asch doesn't like it when I do it to him randomly but that's because he is strange, his head is a scary place to be. I don't know how he does it I think it is because Mistress Amada keeps him calm."
::Well, it's natural for some. Others find it intrusive. I'm used to intrusive. I have brothers.:: she thought, her mental voice tinged with amusement.
"It's fine, love. I can hold down the fort for a bit here. Don't forget to take that crate from my workroom. More personal starcasters and a few new toys. Should make your job a little easier.""A quiet lunch? What's that," she teased."I just couldn't tell you anymore," he replies with a dramatic sigh. "That was the Harbinger - looks like there's some Imperial activity a couple of systems away that needs to be 'redirected' somewhere else. I need to go lend them a hand."
"Awesome - I was hoping you'd finished a few more of those singularity bombs. They have just the right amount of persuading power to make ships just...go away," he says with a grin.
He puts his arms around her and steals a (not so quick) kiss from her.
"You know that I never get tired of telling you how amazing you are, right?"
"It's fine, love. I can hold down the fort for a bit here. Don't forget to take that crate from my workroom. More personal starcasters and a few new toys. Should make your job a little easier.""A quiet lunch? What's that," she teased."I just couldn't tell you anymore," he replies with a dramatic sigh. "That was the Harbinger - looks like there's some Imperial activity a couple of systems away that needs to be 'redirected' somewhere else. I need to go lend them a hand.""Awesome - I was hoping you'd finished a few more of those singularity bombs. They have just the right amount of persuading power to make ships just...go away," he says with a grin.
He puts his arms around her and steals a (not so quick) kiss from her.
"You know that I never get tired of telling you how amazing you are, right?"
"Mmmm. And I never get tired of hearing it. You stay safe, love. I expect to get you back in one piece."
"Oh I have brothers and sisters roughly...well a lot of them." He says furrowing his brow in concentration. At a snicker he jerks his head around. "I'll have you know Master Asch that I am just as intelligent as you and you know it....my mind just works differently."
"Mmmm. And I never get tired of hearing it. You stay safe, love. I expect to get you back in one piece."
"Gunmaster's honor, beloved" he says with a sweet smile, holding up his hand. "I'll be back soon."
He goes to the shop, picks up the crate of 'goodies', then activates his starcaster and heads off.
Ephebe giggled as she scraped the last of the ice cream out of the bottom of the bucket.
"Quicksilver is very entertaining."
Sits and eats, observing the inter-play with quiet amusement, and glad for the good company
*facepalm*
"So that was my brother Jimmy running away. This is a frequent occurrance. The surprising part is how many people want to hang out with him when he's not neck deep in trouble."
"Wow! A minotaur! I haven't seen one of those in a long time."
"Wow! A minotaur! I haven't seen one of those in a long time."
"Oh, good. You're familiar with them. Dennis hates it when people talk about him like he's a cow, so the less of that the better. He's usually very even-tempered, but Jimmy brings out the worst in people."
Nasima giggles
"His name is Dennis? Oh my. I guess I'd be grumpy too. Most of the Minotaurs in my dad's realm have big tough names like, like 'Balzor' or 'Khan' or 'Fairuk-al' or things like that."
"Why wouldn't I be ok with it? Its only natural or at least I think so. Master Asch doesn't like it when I do it to him randomly but that's because he is strange, his head is a scary place to be. I don't know how he does it I think it is because Mistress Amada keeps him calm."
Amada was just finishing up in the bathroom when the scent of rolls came wafting in as people opened and closed the door. The scent drifted to her like blood to a shark. She could feel her tiny fangs tickle her lower lip as she bit down imagining it was a sliver of meat or potato. She always did that when she was hungry and it was usually followed by loud roaring coming from her empty gut. She finished washing her dainty hands under hot water and tucked a loose strand behind her freshly lacquered horn. After giving herself a quick glance in the mirror making sure all was in place, she pops out of the bathroom. Carefully she scans the cafeteria for her beloved Asch and as soon as she saw him, all thoughts of food went out the window. Her pupils got really big and face became flushed. She couldn't control herself. Nostrils flared while breathing heavy, she ran and pounced him for a tackle hug. As she wrapped her arms around him, her sharp carefully painted nails gently drug across his back. After a few moments of an embrace, her eye wandered over to the table where she spotted a lonely roll. Before she could even think twice, she snatched up the roll and held it to her lavender lips. She inhaled the sweet aroma and devoured it with pleasure. About halfway through the roll, she came to her senses and looked at poor Quick Silver. Apparently it was a spare roll that had fallen off his plate at some point. She gave him a quick embarrassed smile, and nodded in an apologetic way.
I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday.She looked up at Asch in the most innocent look a devil could muster, but the loud grumblings made her crack a smile and lose focus on her innocent gaze.
"Ahem, Sorry, I was just very hungry. Uh...Did you happen to eat yet? I know it must have been very rude of me, but I can't help it...
She breaks off for a moment to stare dramatically in the distance as if food was a far away dream.
"I melt when I see rolls! A-and you too of course
She felt a bit silly. A nervous small giggle escapes her lips while she studied Asch's face for any sign of embarrassment. Any time she could get him to smile or turn flush, it was another personal point. She loved making him smile.
Nasima giggles
"His name is Dennis? Oh my. I guess I'd be grumpy too. Most of the Minotaurs in my dad's realm have big tough names like, like 'Balzor' or 'Khan' or 'Fairuk-al' or things like that."
"Yeah...we all pretend not to remember that his last name is Buttercup. Poor guy. He can't help it that his mom is a dryad."
Ephebe blinked with surprise as the new girl glomped Asch and then attacked a roll.
"Uh...would you like me to get you some more rolls?"
Nasima, nonplussed, watches as Asch gets leveled by the lovely young succubus. When the newcomer redirects her appetites to more conventional fare, the sylph smiles mischievously down at the black-clad Dhampir.
"I dunno, Asch. I thought you were supposed to be this big tough guy, but if a succubus can take you out that easily, maybe Krays and I should just watch Ephebe." She winks at the other three at the table.
Still looking around - and still drumming - Spin asks the first question that pops into his brain. "So, mom said this was a special school. She said I'd like it here, but she didn't say why. I met a dragon professor, and Mr. S seems nice. So what kind of school is it? What do you teach?"
"Well.." The Headmaster says as he glances over the note. "I think you'll do fine here. You see, we here at Avalon teach young people how to control any powers, abilities, and magic they may have so they aren't a threat to anyone just because they took a step outside."
"I, personally, teach students who are psychic, as well as a much more specialized class for.. a different type of psychic. Now, according to this note, you don't really have a schedule prepared? If you tell me what interests you the most, we can start you off in some intro courses and go from there." Ryo says as a screen slides into view on the desk, listing all of the courses Spin can pick from.
"Hey ba...." Was all he managed to say before she tackled him to the ground and kissed him. He forgot about all the problems going on the hunters and everything else. He broke into a smile while holding her. "I missed you baby. Did you figure out the spell Silver said you were working on? Also there is a bit of an issue that we need to let you know about." All the while Silver sits on the table with his mouth agape as he stares at his lost roll.
Into the cafeteria hops a slimy fanged toad, about the size of a cat. Those familiar with underground livestock will recognize it as a very small slurk.
The toad looks around, seeming lost. It appears to recognize Ephebe and her friends, and leaps towards them.
Nasima, nonplussed, watches as Asch gets leveled by the lovely young succubus. When the newcomer redirects her appetites to more conventional fare, the sylph smiles mischievously down at the black-clad Dhampir.
"I dunno, Asch. I thought you were supposed to be this big tough guy, but if a succubus can take you out that easily, maybe Krays and I should just watch Ephebe." She winks at the other three at the table.
Ephebe tries and fails to stifle a giggle.
The toad eyes the students sagely.
Chuckles, then looks at Nasima
"I think he's more the ...winner when that happens."
"A slurk! How cute. I thought they were huge, though, is this a baby?"
*Ribbit*
The slurk stares at Nasima with a mournful expression.
Chuckles, then looks at Nasima
"I think he's more the ...winner when that happens."
'Sima gives Krays a confused look, her brows knitting together. "'The winner?' Why Krays, whatever do you mean?"
[i]Tilts his head eyes the slurk in an almost scientific fashion"
"I wonder how those fangs are set into the skull..."
Sense Motive:
He looks at 'Sima and tilts his head, then he chuckles and winks at her
*Ribbit*
The slurk stares at Nasima with a mournful expression.
"He looks...sad. Does he look sad to you guys? Is that common?"
Sinh completes his work in the library by polishing the brass candelabra. Satisfied with his efforts, he smiles at the little washpail and heads into the main corridor, only to be greeted by horror. Dirty hoof-prints make a beeline down his brilliantly polished floor. He notes, only in passing and with little interest, that they are bipedal.
Sinh whips Betsy, his trusty mop, from the pail and wipes away the prints with a vengeance. He follows them like a bloodhound as they lead him on a merry chase towards the cafeteria.
Sinh soon notices a separate trail of slime, also leading to the cafeteria.
Remembering their popularity with both Quicksilver and Amada, Nasima wanders over and procures some rolls from the cafeteria counter, demurring when the cafeteria ladies try to give her more, saying "but you're so skinny! Dearie you need to eat!" Returning to the table, she plunks back down in her seat and tosses a roll to Slarrow.
Returning to the table, she plunks back down in her seat and tosses a roll to Slarrow.
Slarrow looks at the roll, then back at Nasima. If anything, he looks more unhappy. An odd sound--a mixture of a croak and a whimper--issues from his throat.
Nasima twists her mouth, a look of consternation coming over her face. Unbeknownst to her, her hair has risen up to form a question mark over her head. She makes another trip to the cafeteria counter, loading up a tray with meat and fruit and all sorts of things, which pleases the cafeteria ladies to no end.
Returning once again, she begins tossing things to the slurk, seeing what it may like. First an orange slice, then a piece of banana, then some jerky, then part of a turkey leg, then cheese.
Then hearing the squeaking of Betsy's carrier/Mr. Sinh's bucket, 'Sima gasps in embarrassed astonishment and smacks her palm against her forehead. She picks up the discarded pieces of food that Slarrow ignores and sets them back on the tray, cleaning up whatever mess they leave behind by conjuring a small fog cloud over the table to wet it, then wiping it clean.
Eventually zeroing in on meat, she sits and tosses things to the slurk, seeing if it catches them in the air. Secretly, she's hoping it will zap it out of the air like a frog with a fly.
Spin looks over the list, "How many phys ed's can I sign up for? What's this one with martial arts? I'll take that one, definitely. Psychic? you mean like mind-reading? Sometimes I can kind of know what people are thinking about… does that count? Alchemy? Like potions? Weird. OOH! What's a gun class? That sounds cool." This goes on for a while, speaking a reaction to every class he reads. Apparently his brain-to-mouth filter is broken.
By the end of the time, however, Ryo sees that Spin has not had much education at all, and that a good basic all-around class selection will be needed with a focus on the physical training. Though it's definitely obvious he needs to be in a class for elementary mind-readers. Telepathy class?
"OOh! Practical Personal Transmutations!" he exclaims as his body spins itself into that of a snake, his hissing voice continuing, "That soundssss fun to me. Any classssses for esssssspionage? I'm gonna be a ssssssssspy like my dad."
Not caring how large the hoofed creature is, Sinh envisions giving him or her a solid tongue-lashing. But all this is quickly forgotten when the prints cross a slime trail.
Sinh drops to a knee and examines the trail, dabbing a finger in the goo. He tests its viscosity and color between his fingers. He sniffs it, his nose wrinkling slightly. As a veteran of countless wars with filth, and an accredited member of the UOSS in good standing, Sinh knows his slimes.
Slurk slime! Not a lot of it and relatively pleasant on the nose - probably a juvenile.
He tosses a cleanser-blessed towel on the washpail, "Right! You clean the slime trail up and I'll stay on the hoofs." With renewed vigor, the Janitor attacks the hoofprints with his mop while unseen hands lift the towel and swipe away the slime trail moving quickly into the cafeteria.
The slurk watches the fruit and vegetables sadly. When he sees Nasima tossing pieces of meat, though, his posture changes. He backs away, sinking into a crouch--and springs. He snatches a large piece out of the air, and holds it to the ground with his little front legs. He viciously tears into it. Soon, a turkey legbone lies on the floor, completely cleaned.
Ephebe leaned her chin on her hand and watched Nasima play with the toad thing. It was hard to believe but there were actually people who talked to her now. Which was definitely a huge change from last term. She smiled.
A pleasantly scented towel buffs its way into the cafeteria, industriously cleaning up a slime trail leading it to the Slurk polishing off a set of turkey legs. Without stopping, the towel flies onto the Slurk and begins fluffing and buffing it vigorously...
A pleasantly scented towel buffs its way into the cafeteria, industriously cleaning up a slime trail leading it to the Slurk polishing off a set of turkey legs. Without stopping, the towel flies onto the Slurk and begins fluffing it vigorously...
Slarrow looks up from a turkey thigh in surprise. He emits a low growl, trying to intimidate the spell. When this fails, he snaps at the towel and tries to yank it from Lil' Sinh.
A tug-of-war for control of the floral scented towel develops. Sadly, for the unseen servant, the Slurk's strength is greater and the towel slips away from it.
Slarrow shakes the towel triumphantly, but the tiny slurk loses control of it and soon gets entangled. The towel sticks to the slime, and Slarrow quickly finds himself practically immobilized.
“Ur, y vcukko! Lyh E kad yhi, Lysander?” Exclaims one of the 3 children from earlier, pointing at the small slurk as it wins an apparently vicious battle with a towel.. It seems the children have returned with Lysander to finish(or restart, after all the thrown furniture) their meal.
“Hu! Muug yd dra sacc ed sygac!” Lysander replies, gesturing to the slime on the floor. This of course start what appears to be an argument that Lysander is outnumbered in.
Lil' Sinh, seeing a chance to reclaim its towel, tries valiantly to tug it free of the nearly bound Slurk. Unfortunately the weight of the pseudo-mummified Slurk and its desperate struggle to free itself prevent the unseen servant from doing much more than pull it by inches.