Krays |
Watches the tumble with the frog and unseen servant...then loses his composure and hissing guffaws emerge.
Slarrow |
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.
Nasima Shearskye |
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.
Lysander Sandwalker |
”Byby fuimt mad ic ryja uha!” The three protest in unison.
”Papa would let us have one!”
”Oui ryja Ruji, pa kmyt vun dryd.” Lysander sighs. ”Ryo muemc oui duu siln.”
”You have Ruji, be glad for that.” and “Ryo spoils you too much.”
”Pid Lysander!” They plead.
”But Lysander!”
”Ru.” He says sternly. ”Vehecr aydehk.” With dejected looks on their faces, the trio goes back to eating, occasionally sneaking longing glances at Slarrow.
"No." and "Finish eating."
Translating is easier than actually typing it all out, but it is worth it!"
Headmaster Ryo |
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."
Headmaster Ryo |
Headmaster Ryo wrote: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.If you have to ask you can't afford it huh?
Except much less insulting. Also, do you really think it is a good idea to let an excited doppelganger to go around with a spell shotting double-barrel sawed-off shotgun? Because I don't. ;)
narrator |
Asch Redgrave wrote:Except much less insulting. Also, do you really think it is a good idea to let an excited doppelganger to go around with a spell shotting double-barrel sawed-off shotgun? Because I don't. ;)Headmaster Ryo wrote: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.If you have to ask you can't afford it huh?
o.O
Yeah....I agree....very bad idea...:)
Lysander Sandwalker |
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...
Good..[/maniacal thing were one word is often scarier than a whole sentence]
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.
Definitely agreeing with narrator on this one. Really wishing a capitol N had been used though! :)
Ephebe |
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.
Attempting to send a telepathic message.\
::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.::
Lysander Sandwalker |
::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.::
Ephebe |
"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.
Ephebe |
Is Silver able to pick any of this up?
I doubt it. Coming from a family with psionic racial abilities she's pretty good at keeping communications protected from eavesdropping.
Lysander Sandwalker |
Asch playing the part of Silver wrote:Is Silver able to pick any of this up?I doubt it. Coming from a family with psionic racial abilities she's pretty good at keeping communications protected from eavesdropping.
Think of it like making a phone call, the only one that will hear you(barring speaker phone and the phone being bugged) will be the person on the other end of the line.
And the look on Ephebe's face is priceless! ;)
Ephebe |
Ephebe wrote:Asch playing the part of Silver wrote:Is Silver able to pick any of this up?I doubt it. Coming from a family with psionic racial abilities she's pretty good at keeping communications protected from eavesdropping.Think of it like making a phone call, the only one that will hear you(barring speaker phone and the phone being bugged) will be the person on the other end of the line.
And the look on Ephebe's face is priceless! ;)
Nice to know you appreciate that slightly sick expression. And way to feed the paranoia. She's gone back to being totally twitchy and jumpy now, thanks. ;)
Mr. Sinh |
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.
Stealth 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
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...
Perception 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25
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?"
Nasima Shearskye |
"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.
Khoda |
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...
Slarrow |
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.
Mr. Sinh |
Doh! Posted late... this happens before Sima's 'spell'
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.
Slarrow |
...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.
Nasima Shearskye |
Nasima Shearskye wrote:"Oh gods say I didn't destroy anything!"*Ribbit*
ahahahahaaaa awesome.
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?"