The poor little dragon still hasn't gotten the chair set back up right...
Kizmet decided to take pity on the lizard and uses it's razored claws to sink inti the other side, hawling the chair back while Lewis pushes
He smiles reassuringly "Doesn't have to be with you, but can't be with Ginni either. I want one just in case. Believe me, I trust the three of you, but who knows what might happen. If Keme and I are needed, I can easily teleport us. Its just a precaution, cuz I care about my friends"
::It's alright bro... but... I don't think Taron needs to come. I'm.. I'm bringing a whole cadre of people I trust. Belyu, Phaeze, Adon, Sadie, Anahita... and... uh... some guy named Yrrin that asked to come along. She won't just carry me off. Besides, we haven't had a rescue mission since Dad brought Tare back.. it's been almost a whole week! Can't have that.:: Vai's joking words clash slightly with her worried tone, but she's picked up some of the Sunwake stubbornness after all. She blinks out of the infirmary, leaving a little dazzle of light in her wake.
And arrives in the James' office, looking about for the starcasters... she'd need... 7 people, plus her parents... and a spare one just in case. 10 total. That was all of James' starcasters. Hoepfully he didn't need them.
::Yeah, Taron and Belyu in the same place would be bad....just...be careful little sister. No unnecessary risks.::
"You should have told me you were cold. You're not sick, like me, you need better clothes or magic in my room." He says quietly, casting a spell and touching her shoulder, warding off the chill quickly.
::Yeah, Taron and Belyu in the same place would be bad....just...be careful little sister. No unnecessary risks.::
::I know. Dad's gonna yell at me for going back there after I promised not to, isn't he?:: Vai says, just a little meekly as she packs the Starcasters into James' overnight bag he kept in his office for those long nights. She had dumped anything he had there onto the desk. No way she could hold 10 Starcasters at once. ::Sorry about your office by the way.:: she says sheepishly.
"You should have told me you were cold. You're not sick, like me, you need better clothes or magic in my room." He says quietly, casting a spell and touching her shoulder, warding off the chill quickly.
Tyrrin smiles as warmth seems to spread over her body, driving away the chill. "Thank you very much Pyry. I couldn't exactly leave you here alone though, could I?" she says with a bright smile for the youth. "Now, do you want to stay in here, or shall we go get some food together?"
He smiles reassuringly "Doesn't have to be with you, but can't be with Ginni either. I want one just in case. Believe me, I trust the three of you, but who knows what might happen. If Keme and I are needed, I can easily teleport us. Its just a precaution, cuz I care about my friends"
"You could form a telepathic bond with me, and I could go with the girls, unless my help will be needed in the hospital." Repp offers humbly, still standing off to the side, respectfully removed from the gathering of close friends.
"I guess if you're going I'll go too." He says reluctantly. He looks at the dozing Lamai and decides not to rouse her again.
"I believe there might be some misconception here with my transformation during the duel. It was not magic, like what an Elven mage might use in battle. The powers the Heart grants me are as much a part of me now as my claws or fangs are. However, as I said, I will duel you out in the forest, using nothing but my normal physical prowess. I understand not trusting me, so I will request an effect that nullifies magic to be placed around us . I am not sure about your being un-silenced, but it sounds magical, which I am requesting to not use, since you have claimed I cheated last time. No magic, no supernatural powers, just pure physicality."
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Phaezeriel glances at where Anahita just disappeared, then looks to Vai for a moment, ::Vai, I am going to gather a few things from my room, I will meet you at the front doors.::
"I guess if you're going I'll go too." He says reluctantly. He looks at the dozing Lamai and decides not to rouse her again.
"I won't force you to come, but I think it will do you some good Pyry. And I will try to ensure that no one picks on you to the best of my ability. I do have /some/ weight, being the Acting Student Council President." Tyrrin says wryly, before glacing back to Ghalen and giving him a real smile.
"I believe there might be some misconception here with my transformation during the duel. It was not magic, like what an Elven mage might use in battle. The powers the Heart grants me are as much a part of me now as my claws or fangs are. However, as I said, I will duel you out in the forest, using nothing but my normal physical prowess. I understand not trusting me, so I will request an effect that nullifies magic to be placed around us . I am not sure about your being un-silenced, but it sounds magical, which I am requesting to not use, since you have claimed I cheated last time. No magic, no supernatural powers, just pure physicality."
'Right right, more excuses.' Ehos displays with a dismissive expression, rolling his eyes. 'And my magic comes from my blood, it is not learned from a book. It is just as much a part of me as anything else. Part of my physical being. And.'
He pauses, shaking his head. 'You want to face me, without being silenced? Nullifying magic will not nullify the power of my voice. Even a grunt of exertion might send you reeling, if not outright kill you. But if that is the way you want it.'
'Of course, I suspect that you will now want to change the rules again.' he displays afterwards.
Standing in the Cafeteria while chewing her replacement meal due to interruptions earlier while socializing with Vai, Anahita stands about, looking towards Hermes and Arthur, but has most of her attention on the construct.
Occasionally she peeks around, but her focus does appear to be on eating and studying the others inside the Cafeteria. At one point she pauses to study Melody as well, for various seconds.
More than anything else though, she does not appear rushed while eating.
Rena leaned in and playfully whispered into Tryko'Sam's ear after seeing that he was joking. "You can make it up to us later, how does that sound?" Our innocent Rena, it seems, was becoming just a little saucier - or at very least she knows what she likes.
"Let's go back there. Can you portal us there Tryko'Sam? That way Vare doesn't have to use more magic. Besides, even if the food is cold I'm sure it's still delicious." Rena says, trying to be upbeat for the crowd, putting some cheer back into her voice.
Nodding and taking a step forward, Tryko'Sam steps away, he clearly didn't seem injured in any way from the earlier solid crush of a mace to his shoulder, or where he nearly snapped his own arm when grappled by Rena's mighty grip.
With nothing visible occurring, Tryko'Sam points ahead of himself saying, "Walk for five seconds and we'll be on the roof. As for food, I'm good, cold BBQ is gross, and I lost my appetite. Ready when you folks are."
He stands there waiting, looking ahead as if focused on something.
Strange. Why was this girl* so clearly defined? Most of the time the people she watched had blurs somewhere, yet the one she watched now didn't. This was another interesting thing about the school, but she had to leave before someone walked through her again. She'd find this girl again.
Hermes returns to Arthur.
"Here is your meal, Sir. Why is Ms.Waverider sitting alone?""don't know, let's go find out, hold up, I'm being hailed"
::uh sure, can he wait about 5 minutes, otherwise I can have Hermes talk to him::"How do I contact Hermes? I've already started working on the blade, though I've run into a bit of a snag that'll need fixing before the blade can be combat-ready"
he says this as he hammers molten steel into the shape he desires, the top half his robe hanging around his waist to prevent any fires
::Here, Arthur, chap I meet today Lyeres his name, he's trying to make sum et and he's it a problem, some kind a newfangled sword, can ya have a word, he's on radio channel 6 , I don't know what he's on about, something ta do with a motor sword??::
"I tell Tinman as well when ever ya free. He'll be working for a time"
Hew watches the group curiously. He couldn't figure out why Grim was being hostile. It was so rare to him like that. In the time he has known everyone here, he could only remember him ever acting hostile toward anyone else. "What's going on?"As Blackscales-sensei suggests they go into the hall, Midori leans in and whispers to Hew. "Grim-kun and Renkai-senpai almost got into a fight over me yesterday." Midori sums up the situation, perhaps not realizing exactly how that sounds.
A wave of jealousy washes over Hew as he hears of Renkai fighting with Grim of Midori. "Wait does that mean they were fight over who would go on a date with you or something else?" He asks hoping to not hear that they also are after Midori's affection.
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Lang looks away trying to hide a chuckle at Hew's question.
Lang looks away trying to hide a chuckle at Hew's question.
Renkai snorts with laughter
Lyere looks up from his work, in his feathered form once again as he attaches the two chainsaw belts into the base blade, looking for at least a serviceable power source or engine around the room
"Carl, don't suppose you have a spare engine I could use or something? If this is mining equipment something in here should be usable. I can't create such a thing myself"
Grim blushes very red and can't find the words to answer.
Strange. Why was this girl* so clearly defined? Most of the time the people she watched had blurs somewhere, yet the one she watched now didn't. This was another interesting thing about the school, but she had to leave before someone walked through her again. She'd find this girl again.
Pausing in her eating, Anahita did a quick glance to the sides of her, with just her eyes, then paused further in eating to, seemingly, 'listen' around her, or to something only she appeared to hear.
After a moment, however, she moved in a direction, seeming to give pursuit, though not terribly rushed, of whatever struck her fancy just then, meal partially interrupted, once more remained in her hands.
With ant kitty as a counter weight they push the chair back up.
"Thank you..."
He still looks afraid of it, more so after seeing its dangerous claws sink into wood like butter.
With ant kitty as a counter weight they push the chair back up.
"Thank you..."
He still looks afraid of it, more so after seeing its dangerous claws sink into wood like butter.
Bleek" it says nuzzling
Rena leaned in and playfully whispered into Tryko'Sam's ear after seeing that he was joking. "You can make it up to us later, how does that sound?" Our innocent Rena, it seems, was becoming just a little saucier - or at very least she knows what she likes.
"Let's go back there. Can you portal us there Tryko'Sam? That way Vare doesn't have to use more magic. Besides, even if the food is cold I'm sure it's still delicious." Rena says, trying to be upbeat for the crowd, putting some cheer back into her voice.
Nodding and taking a step forward, Tryko'Sam steps away, he clearly didn't seem injured in any way from the earlier solid crush of a mace to his shoulder, or where he nearly snapped his own arm when grappled by Rena's mighty grip.
With nothing visible occurring, Tryko'Sam points ahead of himself saying, "Walk for five seconds and we'll be on the roof. As for food, I'm good, cold BBQ is gross, and I lost my appetite. Ready when you folks are."
He stands there waiting, looking ahead as if focused on something.
Unless there's an objection from Asha, Vare and Rena seem content to move away from the town and back to the rooftop.
Assuming Bradley is /not/ present, Vare will immediately begin to search, casting [i]Detect Magic once again, searching for lingering auras.[/i]
A wave of jealousy washes over Hew as he hears of Renkai fighting with Grim of Midori. "Wait does that mean they were fight over who would go on a date with you or something else?" He asks hoping to not hear that they also are after Midori's affection.
Midori looks around at the reactions from her classmates and senpai, confused for a few moments before realizing what everyone was giggling or blushing about.
It was Midori's turn to blush furiously in embarrassment, looking away and her hand holding the shuriken going down to her side. Ignace-chan was right there off to the side after all. "N... not like that Hew-kun. I... I slipped off the roof yesterday and there was a misunderstanding between Grim-kun and Renkai-senpai, they both thought the other was trying to hurt me." Midori tries to re-explain, but her golden skin was suffused with pink (which is /quite/ adorable), and she doesn't look back at the group or make eye contact.
Sara sits on the floor and watches the goings on with intrigue.
People were funny. They just don't work the same as animals do. It's easy to know what an animal thinks. With people she was never sure.
Lewis stands completely still as it nugdes him.
Pleasedon'tbiteme
Pleasedon'tbiteme
Pleasedon'tbiteme
Pleasedon'tbiteme
Pleasedon'tbiteme
Lewis stands completely still as it nugdes him.
Pleasedon'tbiteme
Pleasedon'tbiteme
Pleasedon'tbiteme
Pleasedon'tbiteme
Pleasedon'tbiteme
Bleek" and curls up beside you
Its fur gets puffy and crackly as it gets static fuzz bombed from being near Lewis.
Lewis lays down next to him but doesn't curl around him as he would Tarka.
Its fur gets puffy and crackly as it gets static fuzz bombed from being near Lewis.
Lewis lays down next to him but doesn't curl around him as he would Tarka.
The poofball and the dragon nap :)
Vakkler looks close to slapping the cafeteria cook as he sees the pizzas being taken out of the oven. "Agarthian cheese bread. Cheese bread! In my school!"
He spits to the side and stomps out of the cafeteria. "Why not just serve up fried otyugh? It's cheaper! And since I still haven't gotten clearance for that idea about the lava traps, it's clear that cost is an object to this school. Why not just buy greaseballs from that goblin tribe? Cheaper and easier to pack! Far cheaper than my idea for the trained guard choker for the Headmaster's office. Or maybe we could just skip the niceties and give them a nice bowl of scorpion poison! Bah!"
The diminutive gamekeeper continues ranting as he patrols the hallways, giving murderous looks to any students unwise enough to take cover.
settro has left his room, and notices a rambling kobold. He doesn't say anything, but he give him a look of curiosity and irritation.
Vakkler notices Settro, and pauses in his ranting. He squints, looking over Settro with an analytical eye.
"First, teacher or student? Second, devil or demon?"
His tongue clicks as he notes the shackles. "An amendment to the first question: Teacher, student or captive? Not that those are uncommon among our students, but it is certainly worth asking."
"I was a student, but i found the classes too easy, so I'm the transmutation teacher now, save on a class a day of mediation. Half demon lord."
Vakkler scratches his head. "I see. Demon lord? I trust you've severed ties with him, of course."
After a moment, he reaches up to shake hands. "I am Professor Relkav, of Agarthian History, and the gamekeeper of this mess we call a school. Welcome to the staff. Kurtulmak help you."
"Heh. No problem for me. Also, her. My mother was latamestu."
he shakes hands with you.
"Honestly, this place is wonderful. Well, i may be alittle bias, having lived at least 13 years in the abyss, but it's a nice place."
"Hmph. One would think they'd call it a demon lady, but I suppose demons care little for clarity."
Vakkler looks around. "I suppose the Abyss is probably a worse place. Avalon will fool you, though." He scowls. "Even the most innocent-seeming students are liable to try and kill you. Or turn you into a frog, in your case. Transmutation, and all. Imitate teachers like myself and Ms. Jones and you'll be fine. Imitate teachers like the unlucky Mr. Gilly, on the other hand..."
He grimaces. "Well, just don't show weakness and you should be fine."
"My only weakness is the gods. Other then that, most people here can't touch me... It's something about me, people can't bring themselves to harm me."
Renkai laughs harder at the love tri-possibly quad- rangle
"Other then that, most people here can't touch me... It's something about me, people can't bring themselves to harm me."
She had been wandering the school for a few minutes before, letting her gaze follow a low-flying gnome back the way she had just come from, that she noticed the girl without any blur was coming down the hall. Coincidence, most likely, but where was she going?
"Other then that, most people here can't touch me... It's something about me, people can't bring themselves to harm me."
"Other then that, most people here can't touch me... It's something about me, people can't bring themselves to harm me."
Lyere looks up from his work, in his feathered form once again as he attaches the two chainsaw belts into the base blade, looking for at least a serviceable power source or engine around the room
"Carl, don't suppose you have a spare engine I could use or something? If this is mining equipment something in here should be usable. I can't create such a thing myself"
"I go a load, in the stores room, racks of Jig-a-picks, they got methanol gas motors in, ya can have one that's got a broken pick spike, save me fixing it."[/b]
"Other then that, most people here can't touch me... It's something about me, people can't bring themselves to harm me."
She had been wandering the school for a few minutes before, letting her gaze follow a low-flying gnome back the way she had just come from, that she noticed the girl without any blur was coming down the hall. Coincidence, most likely, but where was she going?
Walking along down the hallway, working to finish up her food in hands, Anahita was operating more out of some other sense, or perhaps hearing, given her reactions, versus sight.
It would be obvious though, that she was now following or tracking, as best she could, the unseen person she'd 'sensed' previously.
Her eyes had the look of excitement and intrigue, clearly enjoying herself in this self-appointed task.
"I go a load, in the stores room, racks of Jig-a-picks, they got methanol gas motors in, ya can have one that's got a broken pick spike, save me fixing it."[/b]Lyere looks up from his work, in his feathered form once again as he attaches the two chainsaw belts into the base blade, looking for at least a serviceable power source or engine around the room
"Carl, don't suppose you have a spare engine I could use or something? If this is mining equipment something in here should be usable. I can't create such a thing myself"
"That'll work for the moment, at least until I can fashion some sort of energy cell" he moves to the store room, taking the motor Carl mentioned and placing the wiring for the blade to the connections in the motor on one side
"Now, for the hilt, before I put the finishing touches" he mutters, going back to the smelter and taking more molten steel to be forged