"It's OK. I don't call most of my friends by their names.
Anyways, I'm gonna take breakf-*looks at watch* lunch to Dave. Can you tell me what he likes?"
He stands and doesn't float like normal. Probably tired.
"Alright" he flips the coin in the air.
1d2
he catches the coin, uncovering it after a second has passed "Tails, looks like I go first in poker Carl"
"And your 1st in the drinking contest I likes to have at the same time"
He chuckles
"Yeah, i don't think alcohol would be good for me... I'm kind a dog right now, and i don't know wha to can and can't eat. Also, i don't know how to play poker, so I'll just watch."
"Alright" he flips the coin in the air.
1d2
he catches the coin, uncovering it after a second has passed "Tails, looks like I go first in poker Carl"
"And your 1st in the drinking contest I likes to have at the same time"
He chuckles
"Haven't had alcohol in this body, alright, your on"
"Hobbies are good. Plenty to do here. I like music. Listening mostly. Can't play a lick of it. There was a good party for the beginning of the year. I'm sure you can find something you like here."
Vakkler's scowl deepens. "I can tell you're new here."
He begins to pace in front of Roel. "First, I will be addressed as 'Sir', or 'Professor', as I am your superior and must be afforded due respect. Second, don't take that Agarthian form in front of me. It's making me nauseous. And third—and this is most important of all—I want to make one thing perfectly clear."
He reaches up and snaps the umbrella shut. "I teach History of Agartha, and your world's warped past is all I am obliged to explain to anyone or anything. If you want a student registry, talk to the Headmaster."
He gives a curt nod as he turns away. "Sometime later, though. As it happens, I've just returned from a long journey and must inform the Headmaster that classes will be resuming shortly. Obviously, my meeting must take precedence."
"I mean anything that he likes more than anything else. Something we might not get here. Not just something he can and will eat, something he likes. Was there something his mom made for him that he likes more than anything else?"
"Nah. No chance I'm referring to you as such. I'm heading back to the sewer soon today for a while anyway, so see ya."
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"Good on ya Hermes, turn on your radar beacon so we can get a secondar confirmation on our landing coordinates... What are you drilling, is that the punch card thing?""Thank you, Sir." He pauses for a moment. "The beacon is now active and transmitting. I boosted the output last night and it should seem stronger than previous at your distance.
I am currently making improvements on the data pad that Mr.Promethium obtained for me. Yours is also here.
I am also writing a program to become an interface for later improvements to The Hammershaft. The drilling is an exoskeleton being applied to the outside to make it both shielded from extreme temperatures, electricity, shock, water damage, and most radiations as well as improve battery duration and integrate efficient solar paneling to the background.
I need to remove and adapt the case, as it is producing too much excess power for the pad."
"not bad not bad, I'd like to check your work when we get down, before you move onto mine remember to use the usual color scheme on mine... I'll let you decide on your own color, remember to shield the internal structure if there is room, otherwise you are betting on the extieror which is not Company Policy"
"Hobbies are good. Plenty to do here. I like music. Listening mostly. Can't play a lick of it. There was a good party for the beginning of the year. I'm sure you can find something you like here."
he gets a little of a smile on his face, and a little chuckle, but he doesn't say anything.
he gets a little of a smile on his face, and a little chuckle, but he doesn't say anything.
"What was that about?"
"What would you suggest then, Settro?"
"Nothing that should concern you, my lady."
"What would you suggest then, Settro?"
"I'm not quite sure. Is there anything that needs to be done here? Any positions to be filled? I'm an alchemy and transmutation specialist."
"Nah. No chance I'm referring to you as such. I'm heading back to the sewer soon today for a while anyway, so see ya."
"not bad not bad, I'd like to check your work when we get down, before you move onto mine remember to use the usual color scheme on mine... I'll let you decide on your own color, remember to shield the internal structure if there is room, otherwise you are betting on the extieror which is not Company Policy"
"Sir, you do not have a company."
"What would you suggest then, Settro?""I'm not quite sure. Is there anything that needs to be done here? Any positions to be filled? I'm an alchemy and transmutation specialist."
"Well, you have no idea how hard it is for Professor Yrrum to find volunteers. You could assist him."
"Nah. No chance I'm referring to you as such. I'm heading back to the sewer soon today for a while anyway, so see ya."
Vakkler stares at Roel. His eyes bulge. "You...you..."
For a moment, the little kobold is silent.
He brings back his umbrella and hits Roel on the 'head' with it.
"Bad slime! Bad slime!"
"I'm already scheduled as a teacher's aid to him, twice. We could reassign some more time to him, though. I'm not learn much there, though. I mean, i got bored and decided to make myself grow two extra pairs of wings. I'm kinda already at the top of that. So yeah, i could schedule myself as an aide, i don't mind."
"I also kinda wanna know, but you're your own person, now after that more than before. Before you got here, you would've told her-him whatever he-she wanted to know right then wouldn't you? And I'm sorry to ask, this could be seen as rude, but are you a dude or chick or what?"
"Nah. No chance I'm referring to you as such. I'm heading back to the sewer soon today for a while anyway, so see ya."Vakkler stares at Roel. His eyes bulge. "You...you..."
For a moment, the little kobold is silent.
He brings back his umbrella and hits Roel on the 'head' with it.
"Bad slime! Bad slime!"
the umbrella splats into roel, not leaving a scratch. He then starts pulling on the umbrella without thinking. He starts bubbling, making a sound rather similar to laughter.
"Stop! Stop! That tickles!"he melts himself back down and wraps himself around vakkler's legs.
"You're funny!"
"I also kinda wanna know, but you're your own person, now after that more than before. Before you got here, you would've told her-him whatever he-she wanted to know right then wouldn't you? And I'm sorry to ask, this could be seen as rude, but are you a dude or chick or what?"
"No. Unless i give him an order, he Denys me information i don't actually want to know... Or, at least, he thinks i don't. He's used that to get around a lot, and i think he's better for it. Oh, and I'm hermaphroditical, but refer to me as a she. It's easier, because i can shapeshift into any humanoid female."
"That. That I can do. Exotic stuff not so much, but that yes. Thanks."
He makes an attempt to hug the rock before giving up and teleporting into the kitchen.
He sways for a moment and grabs the countertop.
"OK. No magic for a bit."
He signs in on the sheet and gets to work.
"Really? Care for a demonstration? What kind of spell is that?"
"Really? Care for a demonstration? What kind of spell is that?"
"It's just a simple low tier spell. It's painted calligraphy on the inside of my shell. Normally it would be a tattoo, but i don't have the proper flesh for that. I haven't used it in a while, so give me a moment."
"You might consider graduation."
"Alright... Let's use my usual one."
she focus uses for a moment, then shapes into her
"How's this?"
Hew just listens to the conversation of games, rather than adding to the conversation. Every once in a while he seems to listen to something else but quickly returns to listening to the others.
"You might consider graduation."
"Truth is, I'm here for a few reasons. It's safer then most other places. I can actually be useful here. And I'm making friends with a lot of the younger children, oddly. Anyway, i do need meditation, but that's it. Graduation doesn't mean i have to leave, does it?"
"Not necessarily, no."
"Really, what I'm asking is if there is anything i can do for the school. There isn't much here for me to learn on the same level as a student. Perhaps i could work here?"
the umbrella splats into roel, not leaving a scratch. He then starts pulling on the umbrella without thinking. He starts bubbling, making a sound rather similar to laughter.
"Stop! Stop! That tickles!"
he melts himself back down and wraps himself around vakkler's legs.
"You're funny!"
Vakkler stuffs the umbrella under his belt and steps out of Roel, hissing. He folds his arms when he's clear. "With the exception of a select few, all underage in this school afford their teachers respect. Failure to do so will land you in detention, expelled, or worse."
"Meh. Whatever mr. Teacher man. I prefer to see teachers as an equal. Also, you don't teach me, so there's that. Anyway, I'm gonna go say hi to my slime friends in the sewers. So yeah."
roel sounds cheery, unconcerned, and disconnected.
"Does the Headmaster even know you're here?"
"Yeah, I signed up and I'm a registered student. If you're a teacher, you're the first one that had any problem with me. I think you're just ornery. You need to get happier."
hand forms itself from the ooze and wiggles it's finger at you.
"I'm a spellcaster, but Make Whole won't fix the problems with the lines that are mixed, I need the proper tools, and time to fix them, so let's go talk to the headmaster."zix nods ::very well, please follow the arrows I shall take you to the headmaster, don't use any further exposives::
Advaran nods and whistles a merry tune as he follows the strange creature that he had met. He takes out a few items and begins to shape them into another orb with a fuse, still whistling the tune.
tarka quickly gets bored and teleports away once you start talking technical.
"Yeah, I signed up and I'm a registered student. If you're a teacher, you're the first one that had any problem with me. I think you're just ornery. You need to get happier."
hand forms itself from the ooze and wiggles it's finger at you.
"Ah, excellent!" Vakkler gives the kobold version of a smile. It's ghastly. "Then I'll see you tomorrow in the old Necromancy classroom. Detention; for extreme disrespect, entering forbidden areas of the school, and believing yourself to be above the rules other students are bound to. Failure to attend will result in further punishment."
His 'smile' fades. "And before you claim that you need not attend because you believe my reasons for complaint are inadequate, know this: I am a teacher, and it is not your place to decide mine."
He turns and stalks away, determinedly ignoring any comebacks Roel might offer. Before I left, the merest hint of disrespect shown towards me was seen as suicide. Now they challenge me openly. Shameful.
"Ah, excellent!" Vakkler gives the kobold version of a smile. It's ghastly. "Then I'll see you tomorrow in the old Necromancy classroom. Detention; for extreme disrespect, entering forbidden areas of the school, and believing yourself to be above the rules other students are bound to. Failure to attend will result in further punishment."
His 'smile' fades. "And before you claim that you need not attend because you believe my reasons for complaint are inadequate, know this: I am a teacher, and it is not your place to decide mine."
He turns and stalks away, determinedly ignoring any comebacks Roel might offer. Before I left, the merest hint of disrespect shown towards me was seen as suicide. Now they challenge me openly. Shameful.
"Pff. Whatever. Good luck with that."
even now, roel is still cheery.
::you will also refrain from makeing them, please. At least until we are with the headmaster,::
He sighs and puts away the nearly finished grenade.
Carl finishes off his food and ale,
"Right if ya a coming best get Ye sens ready, Ill stay here till ya get all ya need"
roel heads off, and finds a nearby drain. He goes down it, and he finds some of the slimes down there. He talks nearly endlessly about Avalon, and this odd kobold that's got this stupid superiority complex.
"He's so solid, it's sad, really. Won't yield physically or in mind. Heck, he tired beating me with an umbrella. Hilarious! ... A umbrella is basically a stick. What's a stick? Oh boy.."
"What kind of job would you want? There is always a need for teachers around here."
Amber sends her Fairy Dragon to heal the hamstrung girl.
"OK. I can save that for then and just do this now...."
He mumbles to himself.
"What kind of job would you want? There is always a need for teachers around here."
"Yeah, i could do that. Any class inpreticular i could or should teach?"
"That sounds hard. I think this is a lot easier. If that's what you play then this shouldn't be too hard. You can be with Grim."
She gives Hew the white crown.
"Ms.Simroom? Who goes first?"
A large die drops down in the center of the floor with three each black and white sides.
The die lands on a white square.
"The white team will make the first move."
"Thank you."
The die vanishes.
"Do you wanna make the first move, Hew?"