...as it wins an apparently vicious battle with a towel.
Silver shakes his reptilian head sadly. "Its depressing really." He says as he flys over and tries to untangle the slurk.
Watches the tumble with the frog and unseen servant...then loses his composure and hissing guffaws emerge.
Silver shakes his reptilian head sadly. "Its depressing really." He says as he flys over and tries to untangle the slurk.
It's not easy, but the tiny dragon manages to free Slarrow. Gratefully, the slurk tries to rub its slimy body against Silver.
In the love-fest that follows the Slurk's liberation, the persistent Lil' Sinh grabs its towel and high-tails it back to the Janitor who stands watching the whole scene with a slurk.. er... smirk.
In the love-fest that follows the Slurk's liberation, the persistent Lil' Sinh grabs its towel and high-tails it back to the Janitor who stands watching the whole scene with a smirk.
"What no slime bad!" The little dragon squeaks as it hops and flys away from the grateful slurk.
"What no slime bad!" The little dragon squeaks as it hops and flys away from the grateful slurk.
Slarrow croaks and goes back to eating.
With laughter like a wind through autumn leaves, Nasima watches the battle between Slarrow and the towel. When the toad emerges "victorious" she looks at him with faux reproachment, her head angled and her hands on her hips. "See what fighting gets you? You won, but you're all stuck! Now what are you going to do?" She looks at the slimy thing expectantly. Then as Silver jumps in and frees it she smiles and giggles again. "Once again, rescued by your friends. You better remember this!" She shakes her finger in mock consternation.
*Ribbit*
The slimy slurk attempts to jump up on the table.
”Byby fuimt mad ic ryja uha!” The three protest in unison.
”Oui ryja Ruji, pa kmyt vun dryd.” Lysander sighs. ”Ryo muemc oui duu siln.”
”Pid Lysander!” They plead.
”Ru.” He says sternly. ”Vehecr aydehk.” With dejected looks on their faces, the trio goes back to eating, occasionally sneaking longing glances at Slarrow.
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."
"Um.." Ryo says as he looks at the inquisitive boy who is now a snake. "You can take up to two phys ed classes a semester, so I'll work you into both. You'll never have them on the same day of course. Basic Psychic Control will help with your mental ability, and the gun class is rather specialized as well. If you don't know what it is for, you don't qualify. We don't have much in the way of espionage..."
"Based on your rather varied interests," Ryo says with a smile from under his hood, "Why don't we put you in the required courses and go from there? They are certainly interesting enough, and you'll have plenty of time left over for your phys ed classes."
Basic Psychic Control will help with your mental ability, and the gun class is rather specialized as well. If you don't know what it is for, you don't qualify.
Ephebe laughs at the slurk's battle with the towel and even more at Quicksilver's reaction to being slimed.
She heard some kids talking in a strange language she didn't recognize and glanced over at them...
Basic Psychic Control will help with your mental ability, and the gun class is rather specialized as well. If you don't know what it is for, you don't qualify.
She tilted her head and frowned a little. Something about these kids...and the boy...it was strange, but she couldn't yet pinpoint why...
She tilted her head and frowned a little. Something about these kids...and the boy...it was strange, but she couldn't yet pinpoint why...
As if he could sense it, Lysander looks up and meets Ephebe's gaze. The feeling she gets grows steadier and it reminds Ephebe of meeting the eyes of some dangerous predator.. or at least it would, if she didn't also get the strange feeling that he wouldn't hurt her if she kept her distance.
He breaks away from the gaze first and turns to wipe food away from the faces of the twins, smiling despite the mess. It's obvious he cares about them very much.
Lysander:
She's not quite sure what to make of it, but she decides to take a chance on something, not sure if it will work.
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::You don't have to worry about me. I don't know who the kids are, but I do know I have issues. The kids, they're way too little. I don't want them getting caught in the crossfire any more than already unfortunately happened earlier. I'll try to keep my distance.::
::See that you do, dragon. Until such a time that their father wishes them known to you, I will protect my cousin's from you and anyone else that would dare try to harm them.::
::And that includes the infamous Rylehtin'akksavith.::
"Nghk."
Lysander:
::*alarm* *confusion*::
::Infamous??? Only Hunters.....::
She shuts down the link abruptly and sets up several layers of mental shields to prevent any further mental contact.
This isn't right. He knows too much and he talks like...but he wasn't part of the attack earlier. And he doesn't seem like a....Hunter....and it will look weird if I go running off to Uncle Ryo right now...and she didn't know enough for sure. She might be seeing enemies where none existed...but he knew what she was. He knew her grandmother's name. And thought there was a chance her grandmother would try to harm children...but that was impossible...wasn't it?
Ephebe looks sheepish. "Bit my tongue," she said by way of explanation for the odd noise.
The keen-eyed, dirt-detecting janitor scoots his pail and mop into a corner, relieving Lil' Sinh of his towel. He polices the periphery of the cafeteria, bussing the odd table, while trying to remain unobtrusive.
With eldritch cleaning senses, he notices something decidedly out of the ordinary - a student surrounded by a clean patch of table. Sinh moves in casually, a sanitation shark prowling the waters of waste...
The area around the young Sylph's tray is conspicuously clean. It is almost a perfect semi-circle of hygiene. Sinh is intrigued. He circles the table once, seemingly casual, before he violates the first rule known to support staff throughout the multiverse...
Be invisible
Sinh sits down on the bench next to Nasima, facing away from the table, as if he needed a rest and it just happened to be the most convenient spot. He watches the billowing-haired young woman out of the corner of his eye.
After a moment he says, to no one at all and one person in particular, "You cleaned the table, didn't you?"
With the janitor providing an adequate distraction, Lysander gets his cousins to put their trays up. Once they return, he ushers them toward the door and throws one last knowing-and warning-glance at Ephebe before the cafeteria doors close...
Slarrow, who is now sitting on the table next to Nasima, looks up at the janitor.
*Ribbit*
"Huh? Oh hi Mr. Sinh! Yeah, I did! I hope that's okay. I was throwing food to the slurk there to try to figure out what it ate, and I realized I was making a huge mess, so..." She demonstrates her fog-cloud-soak-then-wipe cleaning technique. "My parents are both pretty fastidious." she offers by way of explanation.
Mr. Sinh gives Slarrow a smile. "Poor fella must be hungry after that fight. Little Sinh, please fetch your friend here a couple chickens."
Rather quickly, with a minimum of shrieking from the kitchen staff, a couple of half-cooked chickens float/bounce down the aisle between the tables...
"Unh. What is...Ephebe that...I...so fai-" Nasima's eyes roll back and she sort of crumples forward, but catches herself in mid air. Her eyes open back up, only now they are solid orbs of ball lightning. She begins to float...
I inhabit the meat child thing so weak but so strong
the threat seeks to hide but I see all
I will warn them
Khoda/Sima floats above the ground, lightning arcing all around her/it in a spray of power and burnt ozone. She/it points at Lysander as bolts of pure electricity issue forth from the eyes.
"hah hah hahhhhhh T H R E A T Khoda watches haaaaahhh I EAT your WORLD" Khoda notes the meat thing and its three smaller meat things and withdraws in disgust, leaving the girl/gate...
The slurk's eyes widen at the massive amount of food. Hungrily, he grabs a chicken and pulls it away.
Seeing Nasima's odd outburst, Slarrow stares at her with a mixture of concern, curiosity and fear. And hunger. He takes a large bite out of the chicken, not taking his eyes off of his new friend.
Fear wins out as Khoda appears. The slurk leaps away, hiding behind Krays.
Sinh nods at Nasima's answer, a little smile accenting the crow's feet around his eyes. He leans companionably in her direction and says quietly "You're very kind, Miss. A proper young lady, I should say. And I'd never refuse help with keeping things tidy... But don't you worry about making a mess. There's some folks I don't mind cleaning up after."
He nudges her lightly with his shoulder and gets up, seemingly embarrassed. "Well, best be getting on about my duties..." He gives a respectful nod to everyone at the table and shuffles back to his pail and mop.
...to fall in a heap to the floor, unconscious. Even Nasima's hair and clouds are still. She stinks of burned air.
...to fall in a heap to the floor, unconscious. Even Nasima's hair and clouds are still. She stinks of burned air.
Seeing Nasima fall, Slarrow hops back to her. The slurk licks her hair. Finding it a bit hard to get a feel of, he gets distracted snapping at the wispy tendrils.
"Who...huh...wuh!?" Silver sputters as he flits around the room. "Are you ok please say you ok what happened who was that!?"
Sinh drops his mops and races back after Khoda's stormy entrance and exit. He pulls the unconscious girl up, poorly trying to assess how hurt she is and bring her around.
"Miss! Miss! Miss!"
"What in the nine hells was that? Damn it." Asch says when Sima drops to the ground. He drops to his knees to see if she was alright. "Amada do you think you can find someone to help?"
"mmmmMUH!" Sima snaps awake, looking around in a daze. Her voice is very small and distant sounding. "It was Khoda wasn't it. I felt him. Uhk, I felt him, he, h-I didn't kill anyone did I?! Oh gods say I didn't destroy anything!" She sits up, quite agitated.
"Oh gods say I didn't destroy anything!"
*Ribbit*
Sinh looks clearly relieved. "You didn't hurt nothing, just scared a few of us out of our skin is all."
Amada closes her eyes for moment and concentrates for a moment.
"If there are any teachers near please come to the cafeteria a student needs help!" She mentally yells to all people within 100ft.
Arg! I hate telepathy! Vakkler hurries towards the cafeteria.
"Yea everything is in one piece but why did he call that guy a threat? Does that mean a fights coming up soon." Asch says as he cracks his knuckles.
"Oh gods say I didn't destroy anything!"*Ribbit*
Sima looks at the slurk and smiles. "I'll take that as a no, then." She pats Slarrow on his slimy head, letting Little Guys pull the slime off her hand afterward. Sitting back up and settling into a chair, Sima breathes deeply, but still looks ashen, even for a sylph. "I'll be okay guys. I'm sorry. That was...I'm okay." she does her best to give those assembled a winning smile, but falls short of the mark. "Thanks Asch."
She settles her forehead on her arm. "Wait. Who's a threat?"
