"Hey, look, don't be so sore about it," Albin stammered looking genuinely scared. "I didn't cross your path on purpose. And I swear I haven't done anything to bother your sister. Don't go near her anymore. She's always with those scary guys, that vampire and the kobold anyways."
"Good to know you find my room-mate scary. Shows there's something besides rocks in that thick head of yours. But since you did come to my attention again don't think you're getting off too lightly. You're gonna help me set up a slurk rodeo without Professor Relkav finding out about it. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"Yes I think we should continue the training sessions...and now that I know what I'm dealing with, we shouldn't have such disastrous results again."
"I understand, sabumnim."
He looks around briefly and finds what he is looking for - the time. He looks concerned.
"If there is nothing else to go over (or that you need me for), I should probably return to the Infirmary for my excuse slip, and then speak with my teachers regarding the assignments I have missed by being...unconscious."
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"Fine. Whatever. Slurk rodeo."
"And don't think I'm gonna forget any of this," he growled at Michael.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Michael replies, a strange gleam in his eyes. "In fact, I'm hoping you never forget this. It's simple too much fun!"
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Having established the general order of things, Jiminy decided to move on.
"Come on guys, the sooner we get these tanks clean, the sooner I can get out of here and back to my girlfriend. Let's start shoveling goo."
The instant Albin is looking the other way, Michael slips a tiny spray bottle from his other sleeve and sprays Albin's shirt with it. He watches to see if Albin notices, then moves as far away from the slurks are kept as possible.
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Thoroughly distracted by thoughts of later, and up to his elbows in goo, Jiminy didn't notice the disturbance in the slurk pens until the fence actually broke. He turned around as Albin screamed as the slurks charged him and attacked.
Suddenly the slurks were back in their now unbroken pen and Jiminy jumped out of the tank and teleported a bleeding Albin straight to the infirmary.
"S#%*! How did that even happen? They're usually so peaceful....I guess that's it for the slurk rodeo. No way am I risking those kind of injuries. I'd like my fellow students to stay in one piece."
"How.. the fence.." Michael says, shaking to the point he drops his shovel. Why did he think that had been a good idea? He could remember how thinking the idea up had filled him with harsh exhilaration, but now it seemed dreadful. "That was... horrible."
"How.. the fence.." Michael says, shaking to the point he drops his shovel. Why did he think that had been a good idea? He could remember how thinking the idea up had filled him with harsh exhilaration, but now it seemed dreadful. "That was... horrible."
"And in case you were curious, this is why I got myself on permanant slurk duty. Someone responsible needs to be here. Hey, relax. It's okay. I sent him to the infirmary in time. He'll live. It's the end of the day, so he won't have a lot of fun since they'll be running low on healing spells so he'll probably have to heal with nanites. Anyways, even though it's against the rules, I'm gonna finish this with magic. So you don't have to stick around if you don't want to."
With Professor Sunwake's approval, Fei excuses himself and returns to the Infirmary to get the required paperwork, then goes to each of his afternoon instructors to get any work he needs to make up. Luckily, his Alternative Health & Medicine class is run by an Infirmary staff member, and his Deep Meditation class never has homework. :)
He then makes his way back to the Materials and Supplies building to catch up on his Work Study duties.
Vakkler comes up in time to see the bleeding wererat vanish. His eyes widen. "What in the name of--" He stops and frowns. "What's that smell?"
The kobold tastes the air. His 'brow' furrows deeper. "It's not even the right season..." he mutters.
Vakkler comes up in time to see the bleeding wererat vanish. His eyes widen. "What in the name of--" He stops and frowns. "What's that smell?"
The kobold tastes the air. His 'brow' furrows deeper. "It's not even the right season..." he mutters.
"I don't know Professor. I was in the tank shoveling out the goo when the slurks just went nuts. I fixed their temporary pen, but just this once I'm gonna use magic to clean the goo so we can get them back into a more secure location. It was...if I'd turned around a little bit later we would have had a fatality on our hands. I can't figure out why they all went for Albin like that."
"I don't know Professor. I was in the tank shoveling out the goo when the slurks just went nuts. I fixed their temporary pen, but just this once I'm gonna use magic to clean the goo so we can get them back into a more secure location. It was...if I'd turned around a little bit later we would have had a fatality on our hands. I can't figure out why they all went for Albin like that."Vakkler comes up in time to see the bleeding wererat vanish. His eyes widen. "What in the name of--" He stops and frowns. "What's that smell?"
The kobold tastes the air. His 'brow' furrows deeper. "It's not even the right season..." he mutters.
"Slurk musk," Vakkler growls. "Drives them crazy. I don't know how it happened, though." It was my responsibility to get the musk glands removed. I did remove them! "Detention's off for tonight." Vakkler turns to head back inside. "By the way," he calls, "you're at the wrong place. I'm moving the slurks to some caverns I found near the house. Remember that tomorrow. And good night."
The kobold goes back to his shack.
"I need.. I think I need to go. I feel like I'm going to be sick." Proven right when he slams a hand over his mouth and runs for the nearest bathroom, Michael spends a good ten minutes retching his dinner into a toilet. "I'm never going to get detention again..."
A quick burst of magic has both the pens and himself sparkling clean. Jiminy jumped back out of the pens.
He waited at the entrance of the bathroom until the retching stopped. When it did he walked in and handed Michael a towel. "You okay? You don't really see a lot of bloody accidents like that I take it."
Michael takes the towel gratefully, wiping his mouth before washing his mouth out in a bathroom sink.
"No. Most blood I've seen before was coming out of my nose." Michael says as he spits in the sink and turns the water back on to wash the last remains of his retching away. "Thanks for the towel, I owe you one."
"No problem. Happy to help. Hey, I'm headed to the basement practice room to catch the rest of band practice. You're welcome to tag along if you like. No pressure. I totally get it if you'd rather be alone, but if you'd like to come hang out with us instead, consider yourself invited," he said with an encouraging smile.
For a moment, Michael considers just going back to his room and hiding away under blankets, but then he reconsiders. He'd never been to a band practice before, and he'd certainly never been invited to one before.
"Hey, can I bring someone? She's the friend I was telling you about earlier."
For a moment, Michael considers just going back to his room and hiding away under blankets, but then he reconsiders. He'd never been to a band practice before, and he'd certainly never been invited to one before.
"Hey, can I bring someone? She's the friend I was telling you about earlier."
"Sure, no problem. I'll wait for you by the entrance to the basement. There's a lot of practice rooms, so it'd be hard for you guys to find the right one on your own."
"Cool. Thanks again for the towel." Michael takes a moment more to make sure he's feeling better, then heads off in search of Kitty. He went to the cafeteria first, since that was the last place he saw her and he doesn't know where her room is. Hopefully she was still feeding Saffire.