Simba's beak is big enough to pick sara up.
I am afraid that I might eat your whole arm. and I usually eat meat but that is fine also. just set all the seed on the ground. and Thank you I do appreciate the offer. will you be riding with me on the way back home?
Sun looks at them both.
Don't worry Sara, Simba and I are friends. we just tease each other sometimes. but I promise to be nice to Simba.
Sun finishes his fruit bowl and then pulls out a charcoal Bricket. What is this? I don't eat this, I tried it once, it was yucky
Phaezeriel bows slightly to Professor Vare, and his thoughts come in the equivalent of a low murmur. Jaiye and Aananda could hear easily if they try, but low enough to also be easily ignored, ::Good morning, Professor, I am Phaezeriel; student and Psionics TA.::
"Ah... you are telepathic? I see." he pauses a second to look once again at the creature with whom he was speaking.
"I am most pleased to meet you, Phaezeriel. Are you a friend of Jaiye's?" he asks curiously. He's clean-shaven this morning, but his long-ish blonde hair is still a bit of a nightmare, going this was and that. His robes are the less horrible robes that Tybalt provided - still patchwork, but seeming to flow together much better.
"Vai. Vai Sunwake." she says with a small curtsy, not comitting too much to it. She was beginning to feel more comfortable - she hadn't noticed the other person in the room before, but mostly it was Treisdan's comforting and withdrawn manner. "You... you're the boy who lost control of his powers on the night before the start of the semester, right?"Treisdan easily isolates the cause of her discomfort, knowing the qualities of the human heart as he does.....
"I was lonely... A bit, thank you for coming over to speak with me.... Please tell me your name..."
"ugh......not quite how I would like being remembered....but yes, that was me...."
Treisdan seems melancholy, but shakes his head and continues....
"it wasn't so much losing control as it was.....my nature was split.....between what I wanted to do, and what....my nature wanted to do.....if that makes sense at all......."
"We all lose control one in a while, and we all have to fight against our natures at some point too. That's why we're here, isn't it?" Vai says tenderly, obviously this is an issue dear to her as well. "Don't worry too much about it, and I'm sorry I brought it up. Is that why you're in the infirmary now? Are you still having trouble with it?"
The six armed figure lowers its book for a moment ::what idiot you refer to as your "nature"::
an indescribable sense of anger/annoyance pulses through your mind
"Yes, I am here to learn more control..." Treisdan's voice is soft... "But No, I am in the infirmary because of the being in the chair over there locking me in a maze with enormous gravity and no magic... then leaving me there... apparently overnight..."
"Y-yes, let's see that."
"Ah... you are telepathic? I see." he pauses a second to look once again at the creature with whom he was speaking.
"I am most pleased to meet you, Phaezeriel. Are you a friend of Jaiye's?" he asks curiously. He's clean-shaven this morning, but his long-ish blonde hair is still a bit of a nightmare, going this was and that. His robes are the less horrible robes that Tybalt provided - still patchwork, but seeming to flow together much better.
Phaezeriel looks back at Vare. At least, Vare thinks Phaezeriel is looking at him, with those eyes it is very difficult to tell where the little demon is looking, ::Yes, I am telepathic. I am a friend of both Jaiye and Ehos. But I am actually here with a question for Lady Aananda.::
"Oh, I walked here. I had heard about it of course, just rumours, but I thought it would be an excellent place to challenge myself and hopefully grow and learn from ym experiences here. I must say, thus far it has been very enjoyable, and classes have yet to begin." Repp answers quite simply, though he does seem to be in a cheerful mood this morning despite the attacks, and eager to share.
"I like it here too. Yesterday was scary, though. Does that happen a lot?"
He starts to take bite off the bagel. Just plain. Nothing on it. Not even halved.
"I like it here too. Yesterday was scary, though. Does that happen a lot?"
He starts to take bite off the bagel. Just plain. Nothing on it. Not even halved.
"I certainly hope not. I have only been here since friday afternoon, so not long myself. Although, as tragic and brutal as the attack yesterday was, it provided us a chance to grow closer as a community, something we ought to seize."
Repp sighs happily, having finished his meal. "Well, that was delicious, and I am quite enjoying our conversation Lewis."
Phaezeriel looks back at Vare. At least, Vare thinks Phaezeriel is looking at him, with those eyes it is very difficult to tell where the little demon is looking, ::Yes, I am telepathic. I am a friend of both Jaiye and Ehos. But I am actually here with a question for Lady Aananda.::
If Phaezeriel studies Vare for any length of time, he'll notice that the Professor's eyes never seem to make eye contact - he never seems to fix on one point either, which occasionally causes his gaze to wander into inappropriate territory. He does not seem to notice though. "Ah, I see. It is nothing I might assist you with? As your teacher, you may have my attention and resources any time I can spare them."
"Carl if you don't shut up I will start smashing things untill I find the radio"
"Arr lad-e and ya says I has a temper, ill née tees ya no more"
The ship rolls to get a better line up to the fake sun.
"Right, I need ya to go get the hold ready, it's as hot as a Noricks cruch up there, so get ya selfs ready for heat, and every thing that may melt locked up."
::I do apologize, I had not the time to prepare a more appropriate place to store you after you caused a disruption during an emergency, if you had submitted to being held within the ground like the other one had it would not be an issue:;
Vai looks on hesitantly, a worried expression replacing the tender one from before. "This... this happenned when the wards were down?"
::I do apologize, I had not the time to prepare a more appropriate place to store you after you caused a disruption during an emergency, if you had submitted to being held within the ground like the other one had it would not be an issue:;Vai looks on hesitantly, a worried expression replacing the tender one from before. "This... this happenned when the wards were down?"
"Yes, I was put in containment around 10 last night and woke up just a few minutes ago. so I was being crushed for about nine hours..." Treisdan supplies.
"I... see. Excuse me. I hope you feel better." the cute half-elf girl seems somewhat shaken by that knowledge, her face remaining hidden behind her hair, as she backs away and turns to return to Fei's side, hugging him for comfort.
No matter what anyone said, no matter how irrational it was to do so, Vai still felt guilt at the attack - that is was /her/ who had done this, or something she might have become. She couldn't shake the guilt, and the boy across the hall was just another victim.
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"Got it, Hermes, with me, to the hold, though really you should have taken care of this prior to take off, you knew where we were going," he then gets close to Carl and speaks in such a way that the radio won't pick it up just in case it was still on "after this we will be havering words" he then turns away and heads down to the hold
If Phaezeriel studies Vare for any length of time, he'll notice that the Professor's eyes never seem to make eye contact - he never seems to fix on one point either, which occasionally causes his gaze to wander into inappropriate territory. He does not seem to notice though. "Ah, I see. It is nothing I might assist you with? As your teacher, you may have my attention and resources any time I can spare them."
Phaezeriel nods slightly, ::Thank you professor, but my question pertains mostly to the destruction of her lab and a couple projects that I was working on there.::
"I understand. However, if you ever have need to speak with anyone, my ears will always be open Phaezeriel. You have plenty of support here." Vare says, the offer apparently coming out of nowhere.
Simba's beak is big enough to pick sara up.
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Sun looks at them both.
Don't worry Sara, Simba and I are friends. we just tease each other sometimes. but I promise to be nice to Simba.
Sun finishes his fruit bowl and then pulls out a charcoal Bricket. What is this? I don't eat this, I tried it once, it was yucky
[Owl.]"OK. Sorry. I didn't know how big you would be. Yes I'm going with you. I don't know if I'll be with you or another owl."[/owl]
She puts the seeds back in the bowl and sets it on the floor.
"Thats one of the charcoal things the fire people eat. Lang might have been getting it for Ignace maybe."
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As arthur leans in for his little threat,
"Now Arthur don't go losing ya sense of humor on me, nee for a lass ye only just meet, she mean this much ta ya, dos she, so much ya would throw a mate away"
Carl throws out his arms in mock upset.
"Arr that's grand that is, here Tinman you be next, get between this lad and a lady and out Ye go, o the dwarfity of it"
He wips a mock tear from his eye,
"To think of the things we been ..."
He stops and looks at Arthur face of
"Ark get a grip, its just a lass ya great soft nancy"
Carl points at the Radio send nob, its off, its must have been off all this time, well before Mel asked them to stop the chatter.
Carl gives Arthur a big grin
"Got ya"
Hew scarfs down most his meal, while he listens to the other two. A twinge of jealousy flares through Hew as Midori offers to massage Grim. Hew looks over to them hoping that he won't see her giving Grim a massage. He was relived when she left to get more food rather than rubbing Grim's shoulders.
Hew looks up slightly in to the air. "Oh hey Zilla we were wondering where you were. Wait what? Why are you in the mindscape rather tan your body?" He waits a few seconds before continuing on unenthused. "So I need to make another body for you. I hope I figured out enough to not end up in the infirmary again." He sighs after looking rather disappointed.
"Thanks, I will. I won't be going alone, and there are people who know what we're doing in case we don't come back. I'll see you tomorrow?" Ardiente says as he stands, his meal finished and done. He takes up his tray so that he can bus it, but awaits any response from Tryko'Sam. Wouldn't be very polite to just walk away after all.
Watching the firebird bodyguard finish his fuel food and then bid farewell, Tryko'Sam waves at Ardiente saying, "Sounds good, man, be safe. If yer not back by tomorrow, well send out the rescue party."
Grinning at that, Tryko'Sam seems rather surprised, briefly, before reaching out quickly for the note and reading it. "F%+% yeah. Good news. I'm probably going to die soon- this luck can't hold out."
He grins at Ardiente after blurting out his prediction, rising as well with note in hand. "Off to see a lady..."
With that, he bids Ardiente farewell again and goes in search of Ephebe with her note in hand.
If he did notice any finger pointing at himself earlier, he certainly didn't let off.
"Sim room, load Giancarlo Alpha Omega."
Clouds bloom under your feet (or tail). Golden streets unwind themselves across the floor and tall cathedrals, brimming with music crop up. The sky is a brilliant blue and the world is filled with a soft light that illuminates the surroundings. Trees of gold flourish up from the ground and make shade in select places.
A more or less stereotypical 'heaven' unfolds.
The only thing it lacks is other creatures of any sort.
"Took a lot of time this summer to make this. I know that this is what I should have, but as long as I'm stuck with Nero I'm damned to the Host forsaken Boneyard."
"Ah, yeah. That's gotta be annoying."
tural looks around, curious and amzed.
Suddenly appearing nearest to Jaiye, hand reaching out as if to touch Jaiye's shoulder, a being looking quite like, Anahita takes a moment to peer around at exactly where she is before ...pausing to study those present, her attention falling mainly between Aananda and Phaezeriel.
Anahita is taller, perhaps six to seven feet, has much more defined features and a certain "wildness" to her features; longer fingernails, hair down to the waist in thicker waves, as if more a natural representation of a fierce wild woman of the woods or nature. Even more of a spiritual representation of her personality taken flesh than normal.
During her study of the others here, though, those features seem to melt away, back into herself as she blends flesh and bone back to her 'normal' form.
Then, if there is a moment of silence, she says to all, "Hello. Please excuse my abrupt manifesting." It would be obvious to anyone looking her way that she's excited, alive, and thrilled for no immediately clear reasons. If she could bottle the rush, though, she'd be rich.
Then she widens her eyes a bit and color finds her features, lips parting slightly in a near silent gasp, but she does manage to suppress her outburst further.
Though she does shut her mouth, her eyes continue to gaze on in study, intensely, while appearing to force herself to 'wait'.
"Sad thing is I know he kind of feels the same way. He could be reveling in his abyss, lording over a bunch of demons. We'd both rather be heading anywhere else. Eternity is a long time and doing nothing for all of it gets old fast."
He looks Rural over as he hears the clicks. He doesn't say anything but he's starting to feel much less beholden of him.
"Yeah, that's got to be a bother."
"It's one of the things we're here to fix. See if we can permanently unbind from each other. Or at least get along."
He looks around the heavenscape.
"Tural, maybe you could help me make this a little more accurate. I only know so much. I don't know what the real heaven looks like."
"I... i don't actually know what heaven is like.
she whispers that last part nervously, and looks anywhere but at lim-Mor.
"Hay, can i talk to you in private for a minute, lem?"
"Sure."
He walks into the nearest cathedral. An organ plays in the back and there are pews and books, but no people.
When they arrive. "He isn't a real Leonial, is he?"
"No, he's plenty real, in some ways. However, if you mean real as in the term "made in nirvana" then no, he's not. He was born here, and he has quite a bit of an identity crisis."
"So what is he then?"
Yrrin goes into the school's place of worship.... Then gently bows his head to pray
"He's my greatest creation- a clockwork automaton that has achieved full sentence."
While Dave's power sends the giant insectile creature in front of him to sleep, the one hit by Tyrrin's spell doesn't even pause as it attacks Jeran.
"You gave a creature sentience? What magic could you do that with? But, I have to say, you picked a good being to model it after."
Carl the spins round and pulls back the power throttle, the sound increases as the power unit hits 50% and the Hammershift streaks across the sky toward the fun.
He flicks the radio send back on
"Shuttle craft 6 & 9 this is the Hammershift ahead of use 2 klicks and on root to the sun, once your air barn please keep us advised of location, Carl out" he clicks off radio send and gets on with piloting wile signings a very rude dwarf song about skinny elves.
"I'm not entirely sure. I grew to like him as i made him, and put a lot of work into making his intelligence... However, he is much, much smarter then i could ever make any other golem, he learns and changes... I've never been able to replicate his sentence... Not for lack of trying, mind you."
Lyere waits outside the headmaster's office, feeling a bit uneasy, before he knocks on the door to see if the headmaster is around.
"I see. I'm not entirely sure what to think of this. . ."
"What do you mean? He thinks and feels like everyone else."
"I mean that you were not only able to create full life on your own, but that it was done so well that had it not been brought up I would've worshipped the creation of a mortal. . . I am not as off put by Tural himself. . . ."
"Ah. He's not tecnically "alive" but he's as close as you can get in a body made of gears. Honestly, he hates it. He hates that he is, as he calls it, fake."
"He has a soul. A polymorph would give him a real body. Right?"