"Wow...."
He stops eating and just stares at the beautiful girl his roommate could become at will.
He slaps himself with his right hand.
"No. Bad. I know that you know that I know what you were thinking."
The original voice returns and mumbles to himself.
"Fine. . . .f#&$ing killjoy..."
she sticks her tounge out at you before returning to normal.
"Yeah. Ana helped me a lot. She got permission from the Headmaster for this place, went and asked a bunch of pigeons in town to come live here, helped build it."
He looked confused. "How could you ever be scary, Rena?"
"I didn't used to look like this Bradley." she says calmly, motioning to her curves. "I think Tryko'Sam described me as a 'huge feathered-snake thing', which is probably pretty close. But... I think alot of people mistook me for a dragon or something. I did have very big teeth. Some as big as your arm Bradley."
"She's a good person." is all Rena has to say about Anahita right at that moment.
The nervous tension in Midori comes to a peak as Lang steps into the bathroom and the alarms go off, and she bursts into a fit of giggles - probably a good sign for her, since she's probably used to being in combat when those kinda nerves come into play.
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"
"Lets see: book; check, staff; check, me; check, pouch of supplies; check. Ok I'm good, we'd better hurry though, I can only keep this form for about a minute and six seconds."
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"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."
:: you know what I mean, my father's company before we had to leave::
"He's wrong isn't he? You'd be down for a tustle wouldn't you? You aren't a stick in the mud like Mr.Oh-So-Holy wants you to be, are you?"
The deeper voice comes back.
"Maybe at some point. But i hardly even know you."
"So?"
He pulls the knife out of his pocket and it turns into the trident again.
He performs a short ritual and knocks the end of the trident on the floor.
There's a rush of wind and a skeleton in chainmail with a broken scimitar at its side appears.
"Get me more of this. But none of the green stuff."
He points to the line.
"over there."
The skeleton bows with a chittering of bones and leaves to get the food.
"So it's hardly time to do anything like that."
"Oh, yes. My apologies. The inside offers very little space, but there is a thin layer around the memory card. The rest can be replaced should anything happen."
Renkai notices the summoning of the chittering skeleton...
"Hmmmmmmmm"
/files away knowledge /
...
Peering over at the summoning magic, and subsequent animation of what appears to be undead creatures, Anahita draws in a breath where she'd appeared and narrows her gaze slightly at Lim-Mor.
It most likely isn't noticed, being she's some fifty feet or so away, near some other tables and not calling attention to herself.
Regardless, after a few moments of study on the summoner, her focus turns to the skeleton in chainmail watching what it proceeds to do, and how the other students and staff react to it.
"You'll come around."
"She'd be the first...."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you freak people out with skeletons and the sim room and the bad flirting."
He mumbles to himself about being bound to a pair of idiots.
"I think they think the same of you."
she says while munching on her salad.
The skeleton simply does what it was told and gets a BLT from the line and takes the lettuce off. It's a slow worker and people have time to question it.
"Well most people just think I'm crazy. Nero is usually the last straw, though."
"Well, you're my roommate. I /have/ to tolerate you, like it or not."
Vakkler arrives at the Headmaster's door and knocks twice. When there's no answer, he stiffens.
The kobold stands still and waits.
"You'd be surprised how few people actually use their assigned room. Hopefully we'll be tolerable enough for that to happen."
"Hay, I'm fine with you so far."
"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.
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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?"
"Um I guess I can. I don't know how good my move will be." He slowly takes the crown and puts it on. He steps into position and "Calls out while pointing. "Ok Well then. You there pawn move up one." The stone unarmored soldier comes to life and begins to move forward unto the next space. There the piece freezes and returns to it's original position.
"I await your arrival."
"Um I guess I can. I don't know how good my move will be." He slowly takes the crown and puts it on. He steps into position and "Calls out while pointing. "Ok Well then. You there pawn move up one." The stone unarmored soldier comes to life and begins to move forward unto the next space. There the piece freezes and returns to it's original position.
"Good I guess. Too early to tell."
Yrrin waits in the heavy blades room for a medium amount of time
Then decides that lunch sounds good...
He heads to the lunchrooms and spots a demon....
"What?"
The skeleton turns its head and looks at Yrrin. If it had a face it would probably look afraid.
It picks up the tray it had at the lunch line and rushes off back to Lim-Môr.
The skeleton turns its head and looks at Yrrin. If it had a face it would probably look afraid.
It picks up the tray it had at the lunch line and rushes off back to Lim-Môr.
The holy warrior rests his hand on his sword... but only watches.....
Then gets himself some sustinance.... a simple fare of beans, rice, bread and water.
"What took you so long? You got about a minute left. Might as well stay. Might need you again."
"I wonder why he always comes with the broken armour and stuff. If you use magic to make him, why not make him either without when he doesn't need it or with real stuff?"
"He looks badass. Other than that, I'm really not sure."
"What do you think?"
Just as Amber gos to heal the girl , Jaiye, she thinks better of it and holds the action.
Opel nods,
::"best let them deal with it sister mine"::
Amber.
::"I was thinking more I liked the look of her in pain, such a cute face to see such hurt very aesthetically pleasing"::
Opel turns to Vare,
"Professor, one of the other students talked and going to see the head master to enroll, I think we better go do that, we did kind of like join in the cheating"
Amber
"Yes best not be here when Hyaena boy comes round, so if you don't mind will be off"
With that they walk fast to the sim door exit not waiting on Vare response,
Opel
"Well that's the day started off well, what next"
Amber
"Why not do as we said and go see this headmaster, I mean Dad would be upset if we got kicked out of this school and did not even register"
Opel
"Good point, don't think I could face another of dads temper tantrums "
They rushed off quickly to get enrolled.
With a wink of expediated magic from his amulet, Tybalt is directing the kitchen tools to do the various tasks he needs. After about an hour he's finished and directs a cart to follow behind him on his way to find Dave, conjuring the arrows to direct him.
The arrows take you to a large metal door you recognize as the door to Dave's space boat
He trys to knock on the door, but finds the large door make very little noise with his limited strength.
He inspects the pad next to the door and sets his considerably smaller hand on it and the door opens with a hydraulic hiss.
"Davey. You here? I brought food."
Dave puts aside some welding tools "tybs is that you? I'm kinds busy"
Vakkler arrives at the Headmaster's door and knocks twice. When there's no answer, he stiffens.
The kobold stands still and waits.
A moment later Amber and Opel, a very tall two headed elf comes around the corner
Opel
"O hello could you help us, we're looking for the head masters office.
Amber
"Oooo look at the cute little kobolty, who's a nice boy then"
She makes baby faces
Lyere nods, wondering how one would go about making a fake sun. It might be well worth a look.
"I'll take your word for it Carl, based on that description I would very much like to see this fake sun"
"It's made of Rock most of it, and yep happy for you to come, once every ones ready we can head off to the ship. Looks like you all are, lunch is still going be we can go early, "
Carl gets up, " lets go outside and ill have Tinman teleport us all to the ship.
Carl gets on the Radio
"Tinman, be needing ya help to teleport me and a few others to the ship"
"Ya. It's me."
He looks at the torch uncomfortably.
"I brought food. You didn't eat anything yesterday. I thought you'd be hungry."
A cart follows him into the room.
It's laden with a stack of waffles about half of Tybalt's height, a stack of roast chickens, a half foot tall platter of bacon, a large bowl of eggs, a couple steaks, and a few pitchers of drinks and one of syrup.
The catfolk it follows is in a pale blue tank top and black fairly-short shorts.
1d12
"What took you so long? You got about a minute left. Might as well stay. Might need you again."
"I wonder why he always comes with the broken armour and stuff. If you use magic to make him, why not make him either without when he doesn't need it or with real stuff?"
"He looks badass. Other than that, I'm really not sure."
"What do you think?"
"Well, because of the nature of the spell, the metal armor will be in bad condition because it isn't the focus of the creation. Don't quote me on that, I'm a divination specialist."
"I guess, but why does he need it if we just want him to get us food? Do you want anything while he's here, by the way?"
"Nah. I still have some salad left."
Lyere nods, wondering how one would go about making a fake sun. It might be well worth a look.
"I'll take your word for it Carl, based on that description I would very much like to see this fake sun"
"It's made of Rock most of it, and yep happy for you to come, once every ones ready we can head off to the ship. Looks like you all are, lunch is still going be we can go early, "
Carl gets up, " lets go outside and ill have Tinman teleport us all to the ship.
Carl gets on the Radio
"Tinman, be needing ya help to teleport me and a few others to the ship"
"Provide instructions as of how to do this and I will be glad to offer my assistance."
The sound of mechanical work can be heard in the background.
"Very nice! Did you bring anything for you?" He bring the torch doen on the hull for another three seconds before rapidly cooling it with a controlled jet from his mouth. He then jumps down to tybs.
"Tural, anything for you?"
"I don't eat."
"I thought we could just share this. I don't eat a whole lot, compared to you."
He takes a couple chairs off of the bottom of the cart and sets them up next to it.