"So....are we supposed to clean out the castle, or just go home now?"
She loads a cure shell into her Caster and shoots herself in the head, allowing the rest of her wounds to heal more rapidly.
"Anybody else hurt?"
"Unless there is something of which I am unaware he is not yet destroyed. He should be retreating to his coffin at this point."
"Unless there is something of which I am unaware he is not yet destroyed. He should be retreating to his coffin at this point."
"Ummm.....but he's goop. I don't think he can return to his coffin in that state...Am I wrong about that?"
"Okay," she said, with a more relaxed smile. "Then I'll give it to you at dinner so try to remember me until then, okay? Oh, and you'd better hurry or you're going to be late to class."
"What? Oh! See you later!" Michael says, already thinking about what kind of book Kitty would bring him. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind though as he remembered what today was. He couldn't be he forgot it, but even that thought he pushed aside. Today was also the start of a new project in his(Advanced) Alchemy class. It would definitely prove useful.
Since she ended up having a free period, Kitty went back to her room. Thankfully it hadn't been packed up again. They usually only did that a couple of times a week anyways. She looked through her very small collection of books and picked one, opening it to the front page and writing on it.
"For Michael, this book has always been my favorite so I wanted to share it with my first friend. Kitty Tanaka."
There, that should be just perfect for conveying her feelings without being too much. And then he would have something to remind him of her so he wouldn't be able to forget her as easily. She hummed happily to herself as she worked on her homework and waited for it to be dinnertime.
"Okay class, today we start on Simple Genetic Modification through Alchemical Transmutation. First used by insane wizards to create creatures like perytons and owlbears..." Mr. Yrrum starts the class with the history of today's subject, intent on drilling it into them before the period was over. Michael listened intently, wanting to know everything so he could use it properly. If insane wizards could use it so easily, why couldn't he? He already had plans for his first experimental creation.
"Ummm.....but he's goop. I don't think he can return to his coffin in that state...Am I wrong about that?"
Solivala takes a moment.
"My data states that no matter the damage taken a vampire that is not destroyed by certain means will simply return to their coffin to restore themselves. Only my first spell would have truely destroyed him. As he servived it then he should have reverted to a gaseous form after suffering that last attack."
The events did not match the data. Vampires never died from wounds. Certain spells, sunlight, immersion in running water, staked thru the heart then removal of the head were the only ways.
"Could he have some how tricked us then?"
"Ummm.....but he's goop. I don't think he can return to his coffin in that state...Am I wrong about that?"Solivala takes a moment.
"My data states that no matter the damage taken a vampire that is not destroyed by certain means will simply return to their coffin to restore themselves. Only my first spell would have truely destroyed him. As he servived it then he should have reverted to a gaseous form after suffering that last attack."
The events did not match the data. Vampires never died from wounds. Certain spells, sunlight, immersion in running water, staked thru the heart then removal of the head were the only ways.
"Could he have some how tricked us then?"
"Er, I don't know, but I thought that if you could keep them from transforming to gaseous state you could destroy them...maybe Krays knows that better though? Since he's kinda an expert on death... I mean, I may have misunderstood or something," she said doubtfully.
"No, he's right. Well one of Asch's strikes removed the head, and he skewered the heart..."
He'll root around in the "mess" looking for the heart and stake it once its found.
"Now we just need to burn these seperately, and bury the ashes far apart or immerse them in running water...and buh bye Duke. As far as any other vampires here, they should be ended as well. They probably know why were here and what we brought. We leave any of them active, and this will jsut start all over again once one of them gains enough power. That's my opinion anyway."
Solivala's orbs shake.
"The stake must be made of wood and the vampire must be helpless. The head removal would be after being helpless and staked thru the heart. Could this be a variant vampire?"
He thought if he should take a sample for himself.
"No, I think it's not a variant, but your information may be a little off...I thought that all the staking did was render them inert for a time. And I didn't remember anything at all about there needing to be a proper order to these things...anyways, it's done now..." her voice trailed off as Krays got the (heart?) staked, and she let the flames envelop both of her hands as she burned up the goop.
"Okay," she said, standing up from the ashes looking tired. "He's charcoal now so somebody sweep him off in different directions."
She leaned against a tree. "I'm feeling a little off...I think I used too much energy in that fight. To too little effect. Give me a sec to catch my breath and then I'll be ready to head on into the castle."
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Solivala looks over to the castle.
"I can clear the castle myself if you are not up to it."
Solivala looks over to the castle.
"I can clear the castle myself if you are not up to it."
"Sure it's fine, I can catch up if you guys want to go ahead."
Solivala takes out his gate and tosses it down on the ground. Once full size it opens and the adamantine golem steps thru. Pointing towards the castle gate.
"Break it down."
The golems lumbering strides bring it to the castle gate where it begins to tirelessly pummel the gate until it breaks open like an egg. Solivala mean while puts away his gate then takes to the air to get a better look and make sure nothing tries to escape.
Asch follows solivalia into the castle blades at the ready his face still a mask of fury that makes others wonder if he is still sane or completely in the grip of the bloodlust.
"Professor Yrrum?" Michael called out, raising his hand. "I think I've got it." Actually, he didn't think that, he knew it. He had seen this semesters schedule and read up on this particular subject because it had interested him. He had read it all again in just a few short hours with a fervor that surprised him.
"Well, let's see what you've managed to create." The professor replied, crossing the room and leaning forward slightly to examine the creature. "Is it that color on purpose?"
"No, it was supposed to be gray."
"Well, getting the wrong color isn't bad on your first go. It looks healthy, and the transmutation doesn't seem to have left it traumatized, so you pass. Good work." Yrrum goes off to help another student ungraft his creature from his arm and leaves Michael to his creation.
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Pleas for help mingled with despairing cries begging for death.
Whistling softly as he walks through the halls, Michael carries a small box with holes in the lid down the hallway. He had no more classes today, and was headed toward his room.
Vakkler leaps in front of Michael from a vacant classroom. "Aha! What's that in the box, Dacamara?"
He seems pretty angry, though he's trying to keep up his usual (sensible and reasoned)matter.
Having stopped to try and find the source of the whispering, Michael jumps as Vakkler appears out of nowhere.
"It's my lesson from Alchemy today, sir." Michael says warily, sensing the kobold's mood. You can ask Professor Yrrum if you don't believe me."
"I haven't forgot that I have slurk duty after dinner."
Having stopped to try and find the source of the whispering, Michael jumps as Vakkler appears out of nowhere.
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"It's my lesson from Alchemy today, sir." Michael says warily, sensing the kobold's mood. You can ask Professor Yrrum if you don't believe me."
"I haven't forgot that I have slurk duty after dinner."
Vakkler's eye twitches. "Are you willing to show me the contents?"
He seems to be grappling with the words.
"With all due respect sir, no." Michael says coldly. He slips the box into a pocket and out of sight. "Like I said, you can talk to Professor Yrrum."
"With all due respect sir, no." Michael says coldly. He slips the box into a pocket and out of sight. "Like I said, you can talk to Professor Yrrum."
The kobold's eyes narrow. "I would watch your manner, Dacamara. One night can easily become three."
He turns and rushes off to Yrrum's classroom.
Frustrated, Kitty decides to give up on her homework for now. It really didn't make sense. She hadn't been able to get any of her questions answered, and she wasn't even sure she was doing it right at all. She stood up and grabbed the book she meant to give to Michael, putting it the pocket of her sweatshirt. Maybe she could find him before dinner. Then she'd at least have someone to talk to. And even if she couldn't find him, the exercise would do her good.
For an instant Michael imagines taking a chunk of wall and flinging it after the reptilian teacher. The image made him smile maliciously. But he blinks and shakes his head, suddenly worried. Vakkler wasn't one of his bullies, so why was he thinking about taking him down too? Shaking his head again, Michael hurries to his room and closes the door.
"That was.. I don't know what that was." He said before he saw the package on his bed. He had known they wouldn't forget. Looking at the card revealed a bit of a surprise though. His parent's signatures weren't surprising, but his cousin's was. He quickly opened the box and found that she had sent him a song file. His parent's had sent him new books-one of them quite old-and he put them carefully on his shelf.
Checking the time, he saw that there was still a little time before dinner, and decided to listen to the song his cousin had sent.
"She can't possible know what I'm going to do..." Michael says as he listens to the song and shivers. "There's no way. But my name's in it.. sort of. This has got to be a coincidence!"
There is a tentative knock on Michael's door.
Shaken from his now churning thoughts, Michael turns the music down and opens the door tentatively, throwing it open when he sees who it is.
"Kitty! It's not time for dinner yet, is it?" He asks as he hears a faint sound behind him. The little box was moving on his desk, which meant the creature inside was awake...
"Oh, no, it's just I couldn't concentrate on my homework so I came a little early to give you that book...I hope I'm not bothering you, I can come back later if it's more convenient. But, well, here," she said, pulling the book out of her pocket and thrusting it at him. "It's not exactly new and it's definitely, ummm, well loved, but I thought it would be nice to give you a book that I really liked."
The book was small and battered and the title had been rubbed almost off.
"It's about a beautiful princess who gets kidnapped by pirates and goes on adventures. It's my favorite. It has pictures, but when I was little it really bothered me that none of the characters in the books looked like me, so I kinda drew horns and tails like mine on all the pictures of the princess," she said, blushing.