Renkai's thoughts become like ice, like fire, like glass... your brain hurts at the rush of garbled thoughts and history...
Renkais history...
A traumatic childhood, killing someone by the age of 8
A bleak rooftop bleached white by moonlight, gazing down into a woman's room...
A dungeon, cold and moist...
His master... laughter and smiles on the surface, sharpened steel inside
His mask... purest white, but black, red, blue, green, Gold....
That mask... stained with blood, washed clean. But still stained below the paint.
So much pain and confusion, death and laughter...
Then you see yourself, and as if in a quiet glade the pain of the mind of your boyfriend ends....
"Does that help?"
Mel just goes to kai and hugs him.
I'm so sory Kai all you have been through...I only hope I can help you change, help you end that pain.
Bradley blushed, and pulled out a handkerchief to deal with the nosebleed that had started again.
"Good luck. And be careful....I....I don't want anything to happen to you," he stammered.
"Don't worry about me Bradley. Vare and I have been in alot tougher situations than this. Thank you though." she says, decidedly less panicked now that Vare was assisting. Apparently some trust exists with her that if she's with Vare, things will just work out.
And then she kisses Bradley, full on, with tongue and all, passionate. "I'll be back." she says a little breathily afterwards, taking a step away and looking to Asha, nodding.
Lang hurries to Mrs Blackscales office, hopeing she is still there.
after knocking and ensureing he has permission to enter, Lang bows to her.
Master Blackscales. Hew, and the rest of us are in a Sim room. Hew is trying to make a new body for Zilla. He wants to do it on his own but Midori and I are worried he will push to hard and get hurt. can you please come and just watch over him with us and maybe guide him when he needs it?
"Why, Tyrrin, are you flirting with me?" he teases back, with mock shock on his face.
"I don't think 'Thel would pose a problem to our activities. I'm sure other people more powerful than I have had retainers and privacy.
It all depends on what you're comfortable with, My Lady. Your happiness is paramount to my own."
"Is it a problem if I am flirting? It is somewhat of a new experience for me - not many men have ever captured my attention, and only you for so long and with such passion." she returns, grinning as she delivers the compliment. She does seem to enjoy bantering, for all her primness. "Well, I do know of some people back home who do not even dismiss their servant during the deed - after all, who's to bring them water when they are finished? And I'm told it can be exciting. Elves are generally more open than humans from what I understand. But." she stops and turns serious for a moment, at Ghalen's last assertion. "Ghalen, I have told you before - my happiness ought not to be paramount to your own. We are equal here, are we not?"
After getting his food, he goes outside picking at it with a fork before finally starting to eat it. the sword placed on the ground in front of him.
I hope so too...." renkai says quietly...
"You may claim I cheated, but I fought you with the gifts that I have been given, which are as much apart of me now as the claws from my being a Lycan. We shun the use of magic, to what end? While I agree the arcane manipulation of the universe is an abhorrent thing, the pure power that comes from tapping into the ley lines of the world, of asking for the aid the elements is a blessing we have been wrong to ignore. That is why I have convinced Kataak to allow naturalistic magicks to be used by our tribe. Thus, you are truly the only one who cheated. Duels are always to be one on one, no matter what"
Not sure if you'll actually allow this change to the tribe or not, but if no, I can bluff.
|
Hermes follows Arthur's suit beacon to the cafeteria.
He has a cavity in his abdomen that wasn't there last night and it's full of tools.
He is welding the last small seam on his data pad and there's another tucked under his arm, a bit smaller.
The shell on Hermes' data pad is bright and guadily colored in a myriad of very clashing colors and patterns.
"Hello Sir, Hello Ma'am. Are you ready to inspect the datapad fortification skin, Sir?"
"huh, oh sure, just as soon as I get some food,"
"No! I rather enjoy your flirting." He merely nods graciously at the compliment, smiling.
"I have no real modesty left, to be honest. I do not care who sees me naked. I do care, however, who sees you in compromising positions. But if it is normal for one of his position to attend us, while together, then I will think nothing of it."
When things turn serious, he takes her hand and kisses it gently, looking into her eyes.
"I believe we are, My Lady. I only mean to convey that you are in my thoughts, and that your happiness is important to me.
If mine is to you, then we are indeed equal.
I will simply stop using those words, if they cause undue distress."
"It's your other band members. And we brought whip cream."
He replies cheerily.
It's Tybalt riding on Dave's back with his head resting on Dave's shoulder so he can talk to you.
"We were gonna see if you wanted to hold a real band practice, since we haven't yet. Or maybe at least come up with a name. But you seem a little... busy. Right this moment.
He blushes blue through the white part of his face after looking Dom up and down. The blush is the only tell that he noticed Dom's lack of clothing. And even then, it's very hard to notice through his fur. The door covered most of him, but enough was visible to guess what was on the other side....
Dom Smirks slightly. "The whip cream is a little late, but I the band practice sounds like a good plan. I was going to set a couple up during the week but the more the better." Dom glances back to Tami to see if she's clothed. Once he sees she is covered he looks back to the Tybalt and Dave. "Come on in." He tells them as he turns away from the door.
The door hangs slightly ajar only enough for the two to see in slightly. Dom saunters over to Tami with a smile being the only coverage on his body. There he kisses her before kneeling down to open a drawer to retrieve a pair of cut off cargo pants. Slowly he slipped them on.
Skidding to a halt, the somewhat breathless Vai waits a moment while she cathces her breath before speaking. "My Grandma is scrying the town now - she's a powerful Seer. Hopefully we can just go and get them out and there won't be any danger. Come on. I still need to talk to Phaezeriel. We can decide on a plan once we have more information." Unless Anahita objects fiercely, Vai will begin to move once again towards the infirmary, seeking out her quasit friend...She re-appears near Vai and takes a moment to see where she is, saying, "Vai? An update if you..." then pauses a moment to consider something silently.
If they have a moment she informs Vai of Vare's offer. "Do you have a plan, Vai? When do you intend to leave? Perhaps a quicker solution would be to simply scout ahead and return with the parents, or abscond them?"
There does not appear to be any objection by Anahita, who easily keeps up with some mighty strides, following along with Vai.
Clearly, Vare's Greater Scrying occurs without being resisted and what it reveals is fairly straight forward... But then again, Dreamscape and all.
It is clearly a wooden interior, the structure, with various 'people' with their unique appearances scattered through out the interior. One person standing in the center of the Scrying is clearly Tryko'Sam as Vare recalls (if his memory retained such), but there are on viewing and hearing the next part, apparently something else going on.
"... my money's worth?! I'm not some f&!&ing child to dupe like this, a*$+$!&! What's worse is you thought you could lie or trick me!? I want my money back AND an apology!"
The portly, nearly barrel shaped man that is the subject of the wrath stammers out a response, "I told you before, lad, I did nothing of the sorts- get you gone before I call for the guard!" this portly, sloshed looking fellow has what appears to be a dark brownish looking 'club' in hand which he points menacingly at Tryko'Sam.
Various other people, random sorts, though not very many considering the mid-day on a "Sunday", in a bar time it is, are doing their best to demonstrate how important it is not to interfere, since some one else will do that, no doubt, or they might get hurt. Typical commoner responses to scary, angry, charismatic youth yelling at their drink provider.
At which point, via the Scrying, it appears Tryko'Sam is going to react... It's just not clear immediately, what he'll be doing. Not bothering with an initiative check just yet. But, Vare does see Tryko'Sam did /not/ like the response, whether the enchantment is spotted or not.
Tybalt hops off Dave and pads into the room in time to see Dom in all his...... ness. He blush slightly more and takes out a pad to look at and take his focus off his well aired band mate.
"I had some ideas for the stage costumes that I was gonna ask you about. If you like them I'm going to need Mel's help to get them working. Which also reminds me. She asked me to play with her for a demo she's recording. You don't have anything against that, right?"
He finishes eating, redirecting his gaze to the sword as he picks it up and unbinds it, taking it out of its sheath to stare at the crimson marring its surface, cutting his hand in the process
"By the blood forge, that stings!...To be expected from one of the Emperors blades I suppose" he smirks, licking the blood from his hand as he binds the sword in its sheath again.
'I wonder if Settro is messing with my staff...no, that's a bit far-fetched.'
Vakkler heads to the cafeteria, wondering if the inferior palettes of the Agarthian cooks had finally seen fit to allow some good, wriggling food on the menu. His personal supply of rot grubs was all well and good, but most of the nutrients were lost during the pickling process.
"You may claim I cheated, but I fought you with the gifts that I have been given, which are as much apart of me now as the claws from my being a Lycan. We shun the use of magic, to what end? While I agree the arcane manipulation of the universe is an abhorrent thing, the pure power that comes from tapping into the ley lines of the world, of asking for the aid the elements is a blessing we have been wrong to ignore. That is why I have convinced Kataak to allow naturalistic magicks to be used by our tribe. Thus, you are truly the only one who cheated. Duels are always to be one on one, no matter what"
Ehos cannot stand the hypocrisy at all anymore, and holds his datapad straight out at Silinrul in one hand, and it displays the following, slowly enough that the lycan can read it: 'And Jaiye only fought with the gifts given her - me included. I'm glad you believe that your rules are so mutable that they can be changed as long as you alone get the advantage. How about this: you and I will duel each other, one on one... with only the 'gifts' given to us.'
He shakes his head afterwards. 'Like it or not - having friends and family who will fight with you is a form of strength. Do not be angry that she has bested you in that arena.'
He telepathically projects the same thing to Jaiye, so as to not leave her out of the conversation.
"Oh, i didn't, did i? Would this have been better had i not told you? Sadie, your own matters should come before others. What's going on here?"
"My girlfriend is an inconsiderate jerk, that's what's going on. You didn't have anything to do with it. If you hadn't told her she would have found some other reason she had something else super important to do. Obviously this is actually important. But that's kinda beside the point. The point is that she's always there for everyone else and I'm just an afterthought. I just didn't know before we started dating that she's only cool from a distance," Morrivan snapped before stomping off.
"No! I rather enjoy your flirting." He merely nods graciously at the compliment, smiling.
"I have no real modesty left, to be honest. I do not care who sees me naked. I do care, however, who sees you in compromising positions. But if it is normal for one of his position to attend us, while together, then I will think nothing of it."
When things turn serious, he takes her hand and kisses it gently, looking into her eyes.
"I believe we are, My Lady. I only mean to convey that you are in my thoughts, and that your happiness is important to me.
If mine is to you, then we are indeed equal.
I will simply stop using those words, if they cause undue distress."
Tyrrin thinks for a moment on that. It /might/ very well be exciting... but, she had to be responsible. "Let me think on it Ghalen - if all else fails, my illusions can ensure our discretion. I have diplomacy outside of the Seerdom to think of... and... I believe I understand now why many of my people think that humans are... prudes." she makes a face as the crass language she just used.
She allows him to take her hand and is looking very intently into his eyes while he speaks. "I understand... perhaps I am being pedantic - but I do /not/ wish to be your superior Ghalen, and I am used to using very precise speech is all, I believe. If... if you ensure me that you are not placing me upon a pedestal, then I will not be so pedantic about your choices in words from here on." she sighs and kisses him lightly. "I am... not used to be being spoken to romantically. My apologies if I seem oversensitive."
There does not appear to be any objection by Anahita, who easily keeps up with some mighty strides, following along with Vai.
Seeing that Anahita was almost out-pacing her by walking when she was jogging, the blue-draconic wings once again make an appearance, sprouting out of her back, and she extends her strides by beating her wings - landing only every 20 feet or so to push off again - and the pair hurry on to the infirmary.
Though he makes no noise aside from the sound of the air passing through his throat, Phaezeriel actually looks like he is chuckling; he certainly seems to be grinning, and the amusement in his voice is genuine, ::Hope wants me dead, eh? Well, thank you for the warning.:: As he sees the serious expression on Nala's face he holds of a clawed finger to forestall her, ::No, I am not taking it lightly, I am just amused that yet another incredibly powerful being wants me dead. Even as I make the first friends I have ever had, I gather enemies that I have never met. I wonder if this is the source of the antagonism I have always sensed from Keme.:: He shakes his head as if banishing the train of thought, ::So I am now a pawn in the game of Patrons? I think I shall do my part by helping the Champion of .. Luck,...
::Yes, I'm the Champion of Luck.::
::And to the best of my knowledge, Keme was antagonistic to everyone. Judging by his change of attitude since he came back from the dead, I think it did have to do with hope. Although it's hard to be sure.::
He yawns, getting up before heading over to the simrooms, holding his hand palm up so he won't get blood anywhere until it heals
Tyrrin thinks for a moment on that. It /might/ very well be exciting... but, she had to be responsible. "Let me think on it Ghalen - if all else fails, my illusions can ensure our discretion. I have diplomacy outside of the Seerdom to think of... and... I believe I understand now why many of my people think that humans are... prudes." she makes a face as the crass language she just used.
She allows him to take her hand and is looking very intently into his eyes while he speaks. "I understand... perhaps I am being pedantic - but I do /not/ wish to be your superior Ghalen, and I am used to using very precise speech is all, I believe. If... if you ensure me that you are not placing me upon a pedestal, then I will not be so pedantic about your choices in words from here on." she sighs and kisses him lightly. "I am... not used to be being spoken to romantically. My apologies if I seem oversensitive."
"In my heart, you are my partner, my equal. Never doubt that.
However, in the public eye, you are heir to an Elven kingdom, and at best, I'm merely a human of some power, not to mention where I received my training. In public, I may very well put you on a pedestal and defer to you. These are the realities as I'm aware of them, and accept them without issue. After all, I am your Knight."
Vare observes the interaction with increasing worry in his eyes, and he looks up at Rena, deciding that decisive acitons needs to happen. "Rena, and you as well" glances at Asha here "If you are coming we need to go NOW. Come, I will teleport, you need but touch me. Tryko'Sam is very very enraged by whatever is happening, and may do something.... bad. Hurry!" With that, Vare casts his spell - if Asha decides not to come, he doesn't hesitate in bringing just him and Rena to bear...
Ace grins again at Kitty, this time a warm, gentle smile "Think nothing of it my dear. You were one of the first to befriend me here, and I'll do whatever I can to help you out." He gives her a hug, then gets up and looks to Michael.
"Shall we go clean things up first? As much as I know you want to be with Kitty to keep her safe, she shouldn't be subjected to that scene" He says this quietly, trying to make sure Kitty doesn't overhear him.
A five-tailed fox made his way through the crowd in Kitty's room and suddenly transformed back into a human(ish) boy.
"I can help you with that while Michael stays with Kitty if that makes things easier," he said before he was nearly knocked over by Kitty giving him a hug.
"oof. Glad to see you too, Kitty. I'm sorry to have worried you."
There is a small dragon in the room, failing to set a chair up in the right direction due to its small arms.
"My girlfriend is an inconsiderate jerk, that's what's going on. You didn't have anything to do with it. If you hadn't told her she would have found some other reason she had something else super important to do. Obviously this is actually important. But that's kinda beside the point. The point is that she's always there for everyone else and I'm just an afterthought. I just didn't know before we started dating that she's only cool from a distance," Morrivan snapped before stomping off.
don says nothing for a little, the sighs.
"This is why i don't do relationships. Either that, or because I'm a total ***. Take your pick. Let's go."
Bradley blushed, and pulled out a handkerchief to deal with the nosebleed that had started again.
"Good luck. And be careful....I....I don't want anything to happen to you," he stammered."Don't worry about me Bradley. Vare and I have been in alot tougher situations than this. Thank you though." she says, decidedly less panicked now that Vare was assisting. Apparently some trust exists with her that if she's with Vare, things will just work out.
And then she kisses Bradley, full on, with tongue and all, passionate. "I'll be back." she says a little breathily afterwards, taking a step away and looking to Asha, nodding.
Bradley is (at least temporarily) rendered incapable of language...or motion....he was too busy trying to figure out how to react to that kiss....
The group (whatever size it may be) arrives in the tavern thanks to Vare's quick arcane words and spell of considerable power, and Rena immediately attempts to leap in, calling out to Tryko'Sam. "Tryko'Sam! Calm down! Look at me!" she pleads, hurrying to his side and taking his arm in her powerful grip. She's not attacking him though - rather, nor is she trying to restrain him (right now anyway). She's trying to break through the rage with words first.
::Yes, I'm the Champion of Luck.::
::And to the best of my knowledge, Keme was antagonistic to everyone. Judging by his change of attitude since he came back from the dead, I think it did have to do with hope. Although it's hard to be sure.::
Phaezeriel smiles reassuringly, ::I should be able to discover how the memories are kept fresh without needing to touch you, though I may need to see them first hand. You will want to ensure that you are as comfortable as you can be. We can begin when you are ready.::
"In my heart, you are my partner, my equal. Never doubt that.
However, in the public eye, you are heir to an Elven kingdom, and at best, I'm merely a human of some power, not to mention where I received my training. In public, I may very well put you on a pedestal and defer to you. These are the realities as I'm aware of them, and accept them without issue. After all, I am your Knight."
"I understand. Though if we are to marry some day then I will expect that deference to vanish, is that fair?" Tyrrin asks simply. She wasn't shying away from the important topics such as marriage apparently.
Lang hurries to Mrs Blackscales office, hopeing she is still there.
after knocking and ensureing he has permission to enter, Lang bows to her.
Master Blackscales. Hew, and the rest of us are in a Sim room. Hew is trying to make a new body for Zilla. He wants to do it on his own but Midori and I are worried he will push to hard and get hurt. can you please come and just watch over him with us and maybe guide him when he needs it?
"Alright, Lang, I'm happy to help....you know...I think if you kids are using the SIM rooms regularly we should probably have one over here in this wing...." she mused as she headed back to the SIM rooms with Lang.
Tybalt hops off Dave and pads into the room in time to see Dom in all his...... ness. He blush slightly more and takes out a pad to look at and take his focus off his well aired band mate.
"I had some ideas for the stage costumes that I was gonna ask you about. If you like them I'm going to need Mel's help to get them working. Which also reminds me. She asked me to play with her for a demo she's recording. You don't have anything against that, right?"
Tami chuckled. "I think you've offended someone's modesty, melnestae," she teased Dom. "Though you clearly have none of your own. Not that you have any reason to be modest," she added with a fond smile.
"You may claim I cheated, but I fought you with the gifts that I have been given, which are as much apart of me now as the claws from my being a Lycan. We shun the use of magic, to what end? While I agree the arcane manipulation of the universe is an abhorrent thing, the pure power that comes from tapping into the ley lines of the world, of asking for the aid the elements is a blessing we have been wrong to ignore. That is why I have convinced Kataak to allow naturalistic magicks to be used by our tribe. Thus, you are truly the only one who cheated. Duels are always to be one on one, no matter what"Ehos cannot stand the hypocrisy at all anymore, and holds his datapad straight out at Silinrul in one hand, and it displays the following, slowly enough that the lycan can read it: 'And Jaiye only fought with the gifts given her - me included. I'm glad you believe that your rules are so mutable that they can be changed as long as you alone get the advantage. How about this: you and I will duel each other, one on one... with only the 'gifts' given to us.'
He shakes his head afterwards. 'Like it or not - having friends and family who will fight with you is a form of strength. Do not be angry that she has bested you in that arena.'
He telepathically projects the same thing to Jaiye, so as to not leave her out of the conversation.
"Ehos is right, Sil. And Kataak is a coward who will support anyone he thinks is stronger than him out of fear that his own weakness will be exposed. And yeah, I'll be happy to say that to his face."
Vare casts, after the girls (or Rena at least) touch Vare, for his teleport.
Between the moment of Scrying start, and arrival, Tryko'Sam has rushed the tavern keeper madly, seeking to grapple or pummel him in his rage filled state.
Needless to say, it's fairly impressive to behold, Tryko'Sam does /not/ dodge the mace swung, and there's the resounding crack of bone beneath flesh of his shoulder crumpling from the blow, seeming to pause only a mere moment before swinging his other, still useable fist to connect with the tavern keeper's in a fairly decent and trained unarmed combatant's manner.
The tavern keeper clearly gets the worse of the deal, but steps back slightly stunned and reeling, mace partially in hand, as Tryko'Sam goes for another punch.
At this point, Rena leaps into the fray, a blur of feathers and motion, moving in close... Unless she actually grapples Tryko'Sam or uses something other than words, he's ignoring the world in that all too familiar enchantment state of rage, focusing on the tavern keeper.
Sadly, the generous and giving young looking human is having nothing to do with anything other than /kill/ the tavern keeper at this point.
It may be noted too, that while he's in a blind rage at this point, he's clearly getting 'smart' about it, or fighting it, but not easily. He won't be blindsided too simply- or worse, if mere fists won't do, the spark of intelligent wrath is building in his eyes.
"I understand. Though if we are to marry some day then I will expect that deference to vanish, is that fair?" Tyrrin asks simply. She wasn't shying away from the important topics such as marriage apparently."In my heart, you are my partner, my equal. Never doubt that.
However, in the public eye, you are heir to an Elven kingdom, and at best, I'm merely a human of some power, not to mention where I received my training. In public, I may very well put you on a pedestal and defer to you. These are the realities as I'm aware of them, and accept them without issue. After all, I am your Knight."
"Agreed."
"I do that too. It's just weird when humans do. You guys are all pink and stuff. When I'm not wearing anything, I'm still wearing something. Even if Dave would it wouldn't be weird cause gems and stuff. You guys just look like you've been shaved."
He tucks the whip cream under his chin and takes out some colored pencils that are held in his mouth. He looks up at Dom and back at the page and draws swift and distinct lines whether Dom is dressed at this point or not.
He now wishes that he'd made pants larger than short shorts this morning. With all the residual pheromones, smells, and naked people, he adjusts what does exist of his shorts andtries to pull his shirt down further.
"My girlfriend is an inconsiderate jerk, that's what's going on. You didn't have anything to do with it. If you hadn't told her she would have found some other reason she had something else super important to do. Obviously this is actually important. But that's kinda beside the point. The point is that she's always there for everyone else and I'm just an afterthought. I just didn't know before we started dating that she's only cool from a distance," Morrivan snapped before stomping off.Adon says nothing for a little, then sighs.
"This is why i don't do relationships. Either that, or because I'm a total ***. Take your pick. Let's go."
Sadie sighed. "Yeah, well apparently I'm not so great at this whole relationship thing either. I kind of forgot about her last night...and her cousin who she's been friends with since they were babies died and didn't come back. And after she had cried herself out...I kind of left for while....she's right. I've been an inconsiderate jerk. I'm not usually this bad....."
"Let me just grab my gear. Do you have a sword or should we swing by the light blades classroom?"
Phaezeriel smiles reassuringly, ::I should be able to discover how the memories are kept fresh without needing to touch you, though I may need to see them first hand. You will want to ensure that you are as comfortable as you can be. We can begine when you are ready.::::Yes, I'm the Champion of Luck.::
::And to the best of my knowledge, Keme was antagonistic to everyone. Judging by his change of attitude since he came back from the dead, I think it did have to do with hope. Although it's hard to be sure.::
Asha grabbed on when Vare said he was going to teleport so she could go too, worried about what Tryko'Sam might do. Even if going into town could end up being a dangerous mistake for her if her family found her there.
She watched in horror as Tryko'Sam was doing a fairly reasonable impression of her cousin Embre in his dealings with the shopkeeper and then Rena was trying to grab his arm and reason with him. If he was being enchanted to act like Embre that wouldn't be good enough.
"Get out of here!" she yelled at the shopkeeper, trying to push him out of the way, and generally doing her best to put herself between him and Tryko'Sam. After all, she could be more easily healed than this person, and could probably take more punishment. But she was still trembling in fear.
Sadie sighed. "Yeah, well apparently I'm not so great at this whole relationship thing either. I kind of forgot about her last night...and her cousin who she's been friends with since they were babies died and didn't come back. And after she had cried herself out...I kind of left for while....she's right. I've been an inconsiderate jerk. I'm not usually this bad....."
"Let me just grab my gear. Do you have a sword or should we swing by the light blades classroom?"
"Light blades. I don't carry a sword with me anymore."
As he moves to the simrooms, Lyere hits his forehead "Idiot without your tattoo's and powers what you have in mind is suicidal...I could always check on Carl and see about that poker game" he turns around, his hand on a wall as the arrows lead him to wherever the old dwarf might be docked.
Dom chuckles slightly. "Sorry next time I'll let you know that I'm going to grab some pants." He shrugs still smiling. "So what were you planning with the whip cream anyhow? I know what I use it for, but I don't think that is your plan." He asks slightly teasing Tybs.
"Whatever. Grow some fur and I wouldn't care. You're just all pink and stuff. That's the weird part."
He sticks a pencil through his hair that he doesn't have a hand to hold.
"Wasn't really planning anything with it per say. I usually just eat it but I'm not opposed to hosing random people as they walk by. I kinda just had it when we left earlier. It's far from the point of why we're here."
He tosses the can to Dom.
"It's from the kitchen and I don't think it has a bottom. Go nuts."
He keeps looking up at Dom and back at the page he works on.
"I have an idea where we use a kind of dark stage, but use electric lights in the costumes. If we do that we can focus on a light and sound instead of putting on flashy stuff during the show. If we could, uh, not do, y'know, like.... fire...."
Tami laughed when Tybs tossed Dom the whipped cream can.
"Well that reminds me of a particular diplomatic mission...it was certainly sticky negotiations," she said with a wink.
"Electric lights sounds like a good idea. Do you guys have any idea what you're going to do for a drummer yet?"
"Not anymore...."
He stops working for a moment and stares at the floor for a bit before shaking himself out of it and goes back to sketching.
"Not anymore...."
He stops working for a moment and stares at the floor for a bit before shaking himself out of it and goes back to sketching.
"Sorry, Tybs. I didn't mean to pour salt in the wound," she said apologetically.
"It's OK. You didn't mean to... but, anyways, a decent board can run a met. A good keyboard is an ok ubstitute for a lot of things. I don't know where I could get one of those, though. I only saw the grand when I was there for the party."
He shows a sketch of Dom in a long, black, open trench coat type thing with an open vest underneath. There is a stripe of electric blue that runs up the side and branches off into another line in a thick, but very simple pattern.
There are three other pages showing similar patterns for different outfits. One has yellow light strips and wings. One has a tail and blue-green light strips and one has light purple lights and is human looking.
"What do you think? I could do the same with white instead, but it pops better with black."
"Alright, Lang, I'm happy to help....you know...I think if you kids are using the SIM rooms regularly we should probably have one over here in this wing...." she mused as she headed back to the SIM rooms with Lang.
Thank you, i know Hew can do this, but we really feel safer with you there, and this is really not my area of expertiese Lang tells her as they go.
Once in the SIM room..
Lang goes bact sit between Midori and Ignace. Master Blackscales is here to help. How is he doing? Lang asks, concerned for his friend.
I hope so too...." renkai says quietly...
Mel releases Kai and takes a seat beside him.
Kai? What about us...as a couple? How do you feel about me, about us?
Mel's thoughts seem full of sadness and confusion. She seems conflicted inside and does not know what she wants. But she does not want to stop careing about kai.