While Fei does inwardly reflect on Genosuke's final words, he keeps an outward visage of calm. The victories of the last day needed to be focused upon and celebrated; the tragedies had received more than their fair share already.
Obviously overcome with emotion - both joy from her friend's revival and panic slowly fading away from the hug - Vai takes a moment and a few full, deep, calming breaths with eyes closed. Slowly her features turn less and less excitable, colour slowly ebbing down to her usual gently red cheeks.
Once she's calm, she smiles at the gathered, including Keme, Fei, Ryuzo, Genosuke, and lastly Anahita.
Midori returns with another /two/ fish for the kitty, and sets them down for him before returning to her seat between her two friends - Hew and Grim. "What are you going to do after breakfast?" she asks both of them, a little awkward having one on each side, looking back and forth but not wanting to exclude either of her friends.
"Okay! That was easy, and look, these maps have our room on them. Let's go!" Rena says excitedly, floating off of the floor for a moment in her excitement - though her wings are folded and not flapping. "And then after that what should we do? Oh... you should meet Bradley. He's a real hero. He saved people yesterday by taking all their hurt onto himself. He's very brave. And handsome too." Rena seems to be practically bounding and full of energy after the meeting with the Headmaster - afterglow in full effect.
Artha is relieved when he wanders upon the cafeteria, and is directed toward the headmaster's office. When the young warrior tells him to simply think of the headmaster, he laughes a small, quiet chuckle and appears overjoyed, as if thinking of a fond memory.
He nods to the student, "Just think, haha. I should have, of course, thought of that before." He closes his eyes and just before he teleports away, he says jovially, "Many thanks Sir Mullen, have a lovely day." And with that, he vanished within a blink.
Artha pops into existence in front of the Dean's office and waits, hovering next to the door still atop the large crystal throne, until he arrives.
Arthur looks at her funny "are you ok was it something I said?"
Mel shakes her head trying to regain composure well not exactly, no it wasn't what you said. I'll explain later. we have work to do
Mel gets into a more business like attitude. switching on the radio.
Carl, you hear me? I got Arthur here with me. we're following right behind you. just keep the flight path clear rookie pilot coming through
She tries to reach Jiminy on the comms.
Jiminy? I don't know if I'm working this right, can you hear me?
Midori returns with another /two/ fish for the kitty, and sets them down for him before returning to her seat between her two friends - Hew and Grim. "What are you going to do after breakfast?" she asks both of them, a little awkward having one on each side, looking back and forth but not wanting to exclude either of her friends.
Bleeeeee" the cat burbles and digs in happily
Sun is sitting with Simba and presumably Sara as well, having breakfast.
Simba is actually enjoying the nuts and berries Sara brought.
Sun looks to Sara. I was going to help Lang by bringing Simba outside. he will need to stretch his wings after being confined in here all night. You want to help?
Simba looks to Sara: [owl talk] Thanks for the food. [/owl talk]
Hermes clicks the com switch.
"Mr.Prethium is currently doing maintnence on the hull. I will not move the ship until further notice."
He refamiliarizes himself with the controls.
"This really isn't the optimum way to run area. Punch cards need replaced frequently."
He takes out some spare sheet metal and sets to work.
Sorun comes into the cafeteria and greets hew, grim, and midori...
"Hey guys!"
And the cat looks at the fishman.... eyes slitting....
"Well, Mr. Callidus, if you can tell what you'd like to learn in addition to any interests you may have it will help the enrollment process greatly."
"I don't really have interests considering my lack of knowledge of this place. I'm a bit of an odd case."
Arthur gets on the radio "is that jalopy breaking up again, tsk tsk you might want to go check up on him when you have time" he flicks the mic off "you do know how to land right?"
Mel just looks at Arthur with a deer in the headlights look. I thought that was why you came over here?
[Owl]"you're welcome. I wish I'd known how big you were. I would have brought more.
Anyways, it's time to go outside so you can stretch."[/owl]
"I don't think we can open those big doors on our own. I know someone who can, though."
She pulls a candle stub and a tiny pouch out of her pack.
She acts the arcane words and signs and a large ape appears in the hanger, with bright white fur.
"Mr.Gorilla, can you open the big doors please? "
It grunts and sets to pushing the hangar doors open.
Arthur gets on the radio "is that jalopy breaking up again, tsk tsk you might want to go check up on him when you have time" he flicks the mic off "you do know how to land right?"
"I am currently making an improvement on the operating system. I will inquire to him when I am finished."
ZZzzzzzz
Hew answers a little disappointed it seems. "Zilla's body only last a while. So I'll probably try making her a new body after breakfast." He lifts his head with a happy thought. "Hey I know why don't you and Grim come and watch. That way you guys can stop me if I push to hard again."
[Owl]"you're welcome. I wish I'd known how big you were. I would have brought more.
Anyways, it's time to go outside so you can stretch."[/owl]
"I don't think we can open those big doors on our own. I know someone who can, though."
She pulls a candle stub and a tiny pouch out of her pack.
She acts the arcane words and signs and a large ape appears in the hanger, with bright white fur.
"Mr.Gorilla, can you open the big doors please? "
It grunts and sets to pushing the hangar doors open.
Sun goes over to help the Gorilla.
let me help with that, everyone knows that baboons are very helpful.
As Sun goes over, the gorilla growls at him well maybe not.
[owl talk] If an owl could laugh Simba would be laughing right now[/owl talk]
Obviously overcome with emotion - both joy from her friend's revival and panic slowly fading away from the hug - Vai takes a moment and a few full, deep, calming breaths with eyes closed. Slowly her features turn less and less excitable, colour slowly ebbing down to her usual gently red cheeks.
Once she's calm, she smiles at the gathered, including Keme, Fei, Ryuzo, Genosuke, and lastly Anahita.
Still peering off towards another direction, Anahita appears still engaged in study of whatever she could be perceiving, elsewhere or elsehow. With an occasional glance over to see Vai's status, briefly smiling in response to Vai's own.
Her expressive features do suggest she is attempting to focus, whether or not it is working, is completely different.
After a moment, she closes her eyes, draws in a deep breath and slowly let's it out. Perhaps seeking to calm herself, energetic and animated as she currently is.
Having walked out of Ephebe's office, the thus far bright and jovial Tryko'Sam seemed to carry with him a dark cloud of ...something.
He stuck his hands into were pockets would be, but, alas none were there. Pausing to consider that, he frowned and peered up, looking about for nothing in particular as his features scrunched in an uncontrolled reflection of his mind's loss- thankfully, not as tormenting as it might have been had he actually received his memories, yet, in some ways worse denied the actual, personal truths.
Gripping the bridge of his nose, seeking to control the emotional avalanche, he looked up with anger and pain filled eyes at an empty hallway, closed them and leaned against the wall, sliding down into a knees against his chest, arms wrapped around, position, face buried, sitting silently while enduring his creativity driven mental trauma.
>> G'damn it... Just damn it.<<
On some level the information Ephebe shared, was even worse than having lived and remembered it himself. An impersonal accounting of the happenings, only adding to his profound, and creatively enhanced, loss... And at what cost? It all seemed extremely... Pointless.
Eventually, he sat there, silently, even his thought quiet in the solitude he felt.
Tyrrin's magical attack brings the beast down quickly, leaving tiny craters in it's chitinous shell not unlike those left by falling stars.
Oneiro takes Tybalt's offered hand and soon the find themselves on the other side of the unconscious remorhaz.
Deleted intentionally... Just realized Edward might have been reminding our busy Lynora, rather than talking to me. Bad assumption on my part, cheers.
"Mr.Gorilla, if Sun wants to help, you let him."
"Sun, it's nice that you want to help, but you really don't need to."
She gives the owl a look. Like a, "what did I tell you?" Kind of look.
Tybalt hops off of where he was on Dave, legs locked around his back and one arm on his shoulder and let's go of Onei's hand he had in his other paw.
He looks at the two paths in front of him and looks up to think for a moment before making a 'head out' motion towards one of the paths.
Sorun comes into the cafeteria and greets hew, grim, and midori...
"Hey guys!"And the cat looks at the fishman.... eyes slitting....
"Hey Sorun. How the water been?" Hew responds excitedly.
Artha breaks his trance to the sound of two girls running down the hall and realizes he has been called in. He levitates slowly into the office, and enters to see the headmaster speaking with Lyere. The gnome interjects with a smile and a soft, clear voice, with an unusual resonance for a creature his size, "While the boy may not have any interests, I have quite a few." he chuckles. "Relative to Avalon, I am interested in whatever large something teleported away from here last, and I am also interested in teaching here... I have reason to believe you are looking for a heavy blades teacher." He floats through the office and hovers in front of the headmasters desk.
He continues, "My name is Artha Sidd, it is a blessing to meet you. Namaste."
"Hey Sorun. How the water been?" Hew responds excitedly.Sorun comes into the cafeteria and greets hew, grim, and midori...
"Hey guys!"And the cat looks at the fishman.... eyes slitting....
"Great! Sheess is back too!"
::it appears you have made a grave tactical error in not heading the warnings of your paitent, we are now incapable of enquireing as to the appropriate treatment, currently he is destroying the magic in the air to the point that it is removing the sustanance from me, quickly you incompetent excuse for a healer check his file for more information, Get his blood type and set him on an IV drip, I need to know if I should infuse magic into him or create a place free of any magical influence, and yes I know that an antimagic Field contains magic, get to work!::
"Which files would those be? The electromagneticly wiped ones or the blown up ones....? He IS on an IV drip.... and if you're worried about his magic absorption then get out " the mild mannered man Snaps....
Deleted intentionally... Just realized Edward might have been reminding our busy Lynora, rather than talking to me. Bad assumption on my part, cheers.
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::harumph, clearly there need to be reduncies in place for such an event, though that's hardly the main issue, the child insisted on being conscious through the procedure, especially given that you apparently know nothing about this child. and presumably little in general, you should have heeded his statement, and if you would listen to what I was saying you would realize that my concern is not because it makes me hungry it's because we do not know if it would be best to remove him from the ambient magic or increase it::
Zix attempts to divine the proper response to the situation
::harumph, clearly there need to be reduncies in place for such an event, though that's hardly the main issue, the child insisted on being conscious through the procedure, especially given that you apparently know nothing about this child. and presumably little in general, you should have heeded his statement, and if you would listen to what I was saying you would realize that my concern is not because it makes me hungry it's because we do not know if it would be best to remove him from the ambient magic or increase it::
Zix attempts to divine the proper response to the situation
"The keyword being 'Child'... countless others have all insisted that they must remain awake during operations and almost all were sedated without any ill effects. He is a child and therefore would not know as much as a trained professional. Now Quit snipping at me and my procedures and do something useful"
::harumph, clearly there need to be reduncies in place for such an event, though that's hardly the main issue, the child insisted on being conscious through the procedure, especially given that you apparently know nothing about this child. and presumably little in general, you should have heeded his statement, and if you would listen to what I was saying you would realize that my concern is not because it makes me hungry it's because we do not know if it would be best to remove him from the ambient magic or increase it::
Zix attempts to divine the proper response to the situation
::harumph, clearly there need to be reduncies in place for such an event, though that's hardly the main issue, the child insisted on being conscious through the procedure, especially given that you apparently know nothing about this child. and presumably little in general, you should have heeded his statement, and if you would listen to what I was saying you would realize that my concern is not because it makes me hungry it's because we do not know if it would be best to remove him from the ambient magic or increase it::
Zix attempts to divine the proper response to the situation
Deleted intentionally... Just realized Edward might have been reminding our busy Lynora, rather than talking to me. Bad assumption on my part, cheers.
Deleted intentionally... Just realized Edward might have been reminding our busy Lynora, rather than talking to me. Bad assumption on my part, cheers.
::it appears you have made a grave tactical error in not heading the warnings of your paitent, we are now incapable of enquireing as to the appropriate treatment, currently he is destroying the magic in the air to the point that it is removing the sustanance from me, quickly you incompetent excuse for a healer check his file for more information, Get his blood type and set him on an IV drip, I need to know if I should infuse magic into him or create a place free of any magical influence, and yes I know that an antimagic Field contains magic, get to work!::"Which files would those be? The electromagneticly wiped ones or the blown up ones....? He IS on an IV drip.... and if you're worried about his magic absorption then get out " the mild mannered man Snaps....
It would be noted by both parties, minus sleeping Adon, the interaction was under scrutiny by another member of the official infirmary staff, a dark haired young woman that tended to the late and early hour shifts, plus emergencies.
She gives her peer a raised eyebrow of concern, yet says nothing.
::harumph, clearly there need to be reduncies in place for such an event, though that's hardly the main issue, the child insisted on being conscious through the procedure, especially given that you apparently know nothing about this child. and presumably little in general, you should have heeded his statement, and if you would listen to what I was saying you would realize that my concern is not because it makes me hungry it's because we do not know if it would be best to remove him from the ambient magic or increase it::
Zix attempts to divine the proper response to the situation
adon is bleeding out faster, his blood seems to speed up, not moving slowly anymore. Whatever he had did, it was preventing his blood from leaving his body.
Deleted intentionally... Just realized Edward might have been reminding our busy Lynora, rather than talking to me. Bad assumption on my part, cheers.
::harumph, clearly there need to be reduncies in place for such an event, though that's hardly the main issue, the child insisted on being conscious through the procedure, especially given that you apparently know nothing about this child. and presumably little in general, you should have heeded his statement, and if you would listen to what I was saying you would realize that my concern is not because it makes me hungry it's because we do not know if it would be best to remove him from the ambient magic or increase it::
Zix attempts to divine the proper response to the situation
adon is bleeding out faster, his blood seems to speed up, not moving slowly anymore. Whatever he had did, it was preventing his blood from leaving his body.
seals wounds with fire to preserve life
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:: it seems that the so called trained professional does not seem to know as much as the child or we would not be in this mess, in any case from your own admission this is not the first instance that sedating the patient caused problems, you should have inquired as to why it was that he desired to stay conscious::
you just barely have enough time, and the wounds are huge. His muscles are seared from close exposure to fire, and he may lose a limb from lack of blood flow, but he isn't gonna die.
:: it seems that the so called trained professional does not seem to know as much as the child or we would not be in this mess, in any case from your own admission this is not the first instance that sedating the patient caused problems, you should have inquired as to why it was that he desired to stay conscious::
"he is out of the danger zone now and we can apply reconstructive nanites to graft him new skin and repair the muscle damage... he may lose some strength and agility but he will not die"
Seeing the older boy leave Ephebe's office. Lang takes a moment and soon remembers him as the boy he helped save from falling.
Lang sits on the floor in front of him.
Hello. I'm sorry if I don't remember your name, but I think we met before. you look like the boy that was falling from the sky that had no clothes. I was riding a Dragon and helped to save you.
Lang is a small boy only age 12 he is mostly bald except for a patch of black hair and a braided pony tail from the back of his head. the pony tail extends to just above the base of his neck. he is wearing what looks to be light brown robes akin to the robes of a shaolin monk. arond his neck is a small wooden pendant with a symbol on it.
I am Lang Fei. from the Eastern Sky Temples and a student here. You seem upset. can I help you? I help lots of people.
Seeing the older boy leave Ephebe's office. Lang takes a moment and soon remembers him as the boy he helped save from falling.
Lang sits on the floor in front of him.
Hello. I'm sorry if I don't remember your name, but I think we met before. you look like the boy that was falling from the sky that had no clothes. I was riding a Dragon and helped to save you.
Lang is a small boy only age 12 he is mostly bald except for a patch of black hair and a braided pony tail from the back of his head. the pony tail extends to just above the base of his neck. he is wearing what looks to be light brown robes akin to the robes of a shaolin monk. arond his neck is a small wooden pendant with a symbol on it.
I am Lang Fei. from the Eastern Sky Temples and a student here. You seem upset. can I help you? I help lots of people.
Looking up from his state of emotional torment, Tryko'Sam takes a moment to collect himself and say, "Hey. I think I remember you. Call me, Tryko'Sam, I guess. Not sure if you can help, but I appreciate the offer. I'm just wallowing in some kind of f$~*ed up self pity... Or something. Too many highs and hopes raised, just to have them trashed, literally, in the same day almost... But, hey, at least I'm still alive and kicking, right? Thanks though."
He certainly didn't, through his snorting breathing, nose slightly clogged but cleaning up, sound all right. Miserable, perhaps, but not all right.
Looking up from his state of emotional torment, Tryko'Sam takes a moment to collect himself and say, "Hey. I think I remember you. Call me, Tryko'Sam, I guess. Not sure if you can help, but I appreciate the offer. I'm just wallowing in some kind of f+++ed up self pity... Or something. Too many highs and hopes raised, just to have them trashed, literally, in the same day almost... But, hey, at least I'm still alive and kicking, right? Thanks though."
He certainly didn't, through his snorting breathing, nose slightly clogged but cleaning up, sound all right. Miserable, perhaps, but not all right.
Lang takes a seat beside Tryko'Sam.
I sort of know what your feeling. maybe not as significant as yours but in a way we share some the same feelings.
Lang puts a hand on his shoulder, and does his best to speak as comforting as he can.
We both bear a burden that seems too big for each of us bear alone. a burden shared is a burden lessened...or something like that. The monks back home would always teach us not to bottle up or burdens we should share them and in doing so we release the negative Chi that these burdens fill us with. If you care to share what troubles you I can at least be an ear to listen.