>> Well, clearly you are somehow tied to here. This may take some time. We best determine the temporal differences between here and the Prime Material, then set up a schedule for meeting again. Unless you do not mind my returning to your side again abruptly without much forewarning as I seek to assist. <<
Adina looks crestfallen that Anahita's plan did not work.
::A schedule please. If it's possible.::
"Yes, I am. You are planning to include the others who are going in this collective? It would be easier to explain what you're going to find to the entire group."
::Yes, I do intend to add everyone who is going into the same collective. It is much easier to manage keeping people healthy when we are linked in that way. To be sure, if it was simply a matter of healing, I would not even need to go with them. I will form it with you, then go and add them straight away.::
With a gentle pressure in her mind, Phaezeriel forms a link between Ryleh and himself.
::There. I will go and add the others, Lady. Is there anything else you might require before I leave?::
>> Well, clearly you are somehow tied to here. This may take some time. We best determine the temporal differences between here and the Prime Material, then set up a schedule for meeting again. Unless you do not mind my returning to your side again abruptly without much forewarning as I seek to assist. <<
Adina looks crestfallen that Anahita's plan did not work.
::A schedule please. If it's possible.::
>> Splendid. If you could, while I did not expect the casting to work that easily, please describe the details, if you remember them, of what initially brought you here. As for schedule...
Anahita will set up some times and such, plus tell her where her room typically 'is', to feel free meeting there, or residing there.
>> I am about to assist someone with an personal matter and defense of their family, which may result in my not returning, if ever. As such, be advised that I shall prior to this, share the details of your plight to the authorities here in this school. If nothing else, you will not, I trust, be ignored further. <<
She waits for her response.
"Sorry. Don't really get to use those a whole lot."
He shakes his mismatched wings and folds them back close to him.
"Two questions.
1: Those aren't going inside me, right?
2: Experimental or Applied science?"
"I'm using a old formula that only worked once and trying it again with some new things here and there, trying to figure out what i missed in my documentation of the work, or what i never saw in the first place."
she continues drawing out clockwork parts.
"I suppose that would be true. Wanna go somewhere else? It seems you're feeling uncomfortable now. Perhaps you and your friends can go outside and eat. Maybe I'll come too, if you don't mind."hearing Hermes let them know it is nearing time to return.
Mel turns to Raelle. I'm working on shuttling firebirds from the sun before it gets dismantled. (which I really don't understand why, but what can I do.) anyway, you wanna come along with us? maybe you could help with some of the younger ones when they get scared and stuff. besides It will get you out of here for a bit.
"I don't think I trust the food anymore today," she said, wrinkling her nose.
"That sounds like a great idea, Mel. Can Igni come too? I mean, if you want to, Igni. My dad has been up there for a couple days now trying to keep the lines orderly and so on. I'm betting he could use a break. And people respect you. You'd be a big help."
Mel smiles. that sounds great, we are starting to form a great little shuttle crew here. we are heading out soon, so if you are hungry best get it now.
Mel smiles at Igni's acceptance remembering when they first met, around the same time she met Kai.
Lang is sitting outside Ephebe's office his eyes red trying to be more "manly" by not crying and failing.
I do want to talk to you also Master Blackscales, I just need to talk to Midori also, and I don't want her to leave before I get the chance to talk to her.
"So, problem: You don't know what needs to happen to recreate what I am assuming is Tural.
Hypothesis?"
"You sound like Mom."
"We spent over a hundred years with her talking like that to and about us. What do you expect?"
"How about /not/ sounding like half of the pair that made us as an elven freak show?
"Guys stop. More important things right now."
He looks upwards.
"Sim room. Clipboard and pen. Paper. Actualize the paper please."
as you talk to yourself, riviarti has already assembled a leg. She works fast, and nearly unimaginably so. She hums while she works.
She smiled back mischievously. "Well, okay...too bad you're not going to join me in the shower," she said with a wink, dropping the belt back onto her pile of clothes and taking off her robe before heading to the bathroom.
Dom watches her seductively slip in to the bathroom. Slowly her looks back to the door his friends were behind, then back to the bathroom. He repeats the process a few times, trying to decide which way to go. One way beautiful nude woman waiting to take a dirty shower. The other his friends he has waiting to practice music. "Oh gods. So the wrong choice." Dom slowly walks back o the door to meet his friends looking back at the bathroom door. Biting his lip the whole time.
Stepping out side his door. "Sorry guys if your ready to go... Where's Dave at?" He asks after glancing around and seeing only Tybs.
Tybalt is sitting on the floor across the hall.
His knees pulled up to his chest and his arms setting on them.
His top hat sits in front of him and the hedgehog is perched on it standing up on its hind legs.
His ears are folded down and his tail doesn't move.
"I did something really stupid..."
He doesn't look up to address you and his tone is sad.
"That's probably just because you didn't have a body until recently. And if the older girls are right sometimes boys...er....and girls...Morrivan doesn't like boys...anyways, sometimes it takes them a very long time to figure these things out I guess. I don't know. I try not to pay attention to much when they start with the giggling. I think they're all pretty silly."
"It is silly, but it's nice to... Wait... and girls? That's allowed? I wonder if it's allowed to like both?" Zilla thinks to herself, her tone was non-serious but her expression showed a bit of serious thought.
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Tybalt is sitting on the floor across the hall.
His knees pulled up to his chest and his arms setting on them.
His top hat sits in front of him and the hedgehog is perched on it standing up on its hind legs.
His ears are folded down and his tail doesn't move.
"I did something really stupid..."
He doesn't look up to address you and his tone is sad.
"Tybs you ok?" He sits down besides him. "What happened?"
Royston waits on the headmaster to tell them about the school, Still and contemplating every word, so as to know he's work better.
"People are funny. When animals like each other they sing songs or do feather poses or smell different. People just do weird things. They don't just say what they mean."
She scritches the otter in her pocket's chin as she talks, more of just talking than actually talking towards the conversation.
Amber and Opel sit I the canteen, seeing a whole fun world in there drugged out state, and giggling to themselves.
Carl I'd doing final prep on his ship and locking on Tinman to Teleport him to the flight deck when , he's ready to come.
"I. . . I told him that I like him... like like kind of like... I don't know if he feels the same... I think I messed everything up... it seemed like a good idea until I said it. You don't hate me too, do you?"
He still looks at the hedgehog, too despondent to look at you while he talks.
"Mr.Promethium can take us to The Hammershaft and then we could inquire about recruiting our extra help."
He pages Carl.
::What is your capacity on the teleport in terms of people?::
"Hypothesis is? Cmon. S'not science if you don't do this."
He taps the pen on the clipboard.
"It's plenty science. I'm still just setting up the base. That, and i don't take full notes. I write down only sucessful results. I an remember the failures just fine."
Before she tells her story, Sil tries to explain his poor choice of words to his sister "Sorry, yes, exiled, kicked out, banished. That was an incredibly wrong of me. I am still a bit distracted by being able to hear and understand all the sounds of nature. It is not an excuse, but my brain is not fully here at the moment."
Silinrul stops mid stride as his sister tells of all that happened after her being exiled. When she is done, he hugs her tight "Jai I am so very sorry. I tried my best to prevent your exile, but at the time, I was just another hunter, albeit a rather good one. I argued on and off for about a week, earning several duels which resulted in my getting my ass whooped. I was probably on the verge of being kicked out myself when I first manifested my naturalistic magicks. They weren't much, but the She-B$~$! found out, and decided I was an asset for her to exploit.
Anyways, I am very glad you are doing much better. We should find this Tyrrin eventually, as I would like to personally thank her for helping save my sister"
"Science is about being exact. If you don't do this, it's just fiddling around until you get something right. might be why you can't do it again..."
The first part is out loud, the second is him mumbling to himself. You're a bit wrapped up in your work to notice it, really.
"Sure, if it was normal science. Everything is documented after a success.... But the only thing that i change here is a magical infusion at the end. It can't be wrote. It's a feel, and it's practice. That's why I don't bother. Magic cannot be documented just like regular science. It Defies logic, and i may never be able to make anything like tural ever again. But that doesn't stop me from trying."
"That just means that this isn't science. It's just trial and error. What are you modeling this one after, anyways."
He tosses the clipboard behind him and it disappears.
"I'm just making a generic human model. Also, it sorta is, and sorta isn't- see, i never bothered recording the exact amount and type of magic used. It never made a diffence, and I never understood that the subtle changes were s improtant, because most of my things have just used magic to run. Tural was supposed to do the same thing, but... I don't know. That's just it. I never intended to make him. He was supposed to be a normal construct. I can easily make a non-learnt version of him. No problems."
she finishes another leg.
"Also, i do record how much magic I'm working with. Just mentally, as it cannot be written down. I am working on a way to store memory for later use, for things like this. Also, like you said, your parents were magical "scientists" - magic science is unstable at best and guesswork at worst, sometimes having two different results with the same formula, because of variables we still don't understand."
"Mr.Promethium can take us to The Hammershaft and then we could inquire about recruiting our extra help."
He pages Carl.
::What is your capacity on the teleport in terms of people?::
Radio
::"Its about 80 Imperial tons Hermes, its a mining Teleporter used on Ore most of the time, and your right, I think she will be find taking you all, that is unless you gave a two full sized Dragon's with you, We need more hands on crews, we load and off load faster with more help, let me know when your ready and ill being you over, just be touching each other and the ship will lock you all"::
"You are quite welcome to continue your are, Mr. Quilblood. An office is already being made to what I hope is an adequate approximation of your previous office. Have you been informed of how certain aspects of the school function? If not I can easily explain, as both Mr. Royston and Mr. Advaran need to know as well."
"I am very much obliged, High Seer. I shall stay and listen while you explain to the pair of Professors. I believe I owe Mr. Royston an apology as well, for my deception and unkind words to him. I was to attempt to approach undetected, after all." He says with a wry smile, and turns to the Grammaton Cleric, and bows. "My apologies, sir. You have fantastic senses, that you were able to detect me even hidden as I was." Once the bow is finished, the older elf will stand nearby to the Headmaster, at attention of sorts. It's not military, but it's obvious he's hanging on every word spoken.
Sadie was there, but looking a bit distracted and staying in the background for now.
Vai smiles at Belyu and thanks her, though doesn't seem to immediately notice Sadie's bad mood, still caught up in her preparations. Double checking her blade, doing some light stretches, re-checking the co-ordinates entered into the Starcasters. After all.... if a decimal was off, they would end up floating in the void...
While the thought of so many suns frightens Pyry to no end, the idea that there could be other planets filled with new things to see fascinates him as well.
"That's amazing..."
"Would you like to go see? We can bring what remains of our lunches if you cannot wait." Tyrrin offers, glad to have someone who shared such wonder with the stars. "Although, as I said, it might need some repairs, and generally functions better after dusk in any event."
Dave notes the singed feathers "are you ok? I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, I went up here to avoid hurting anybody... Do you bead healing, I do know one way to heal people with psionics.
After examining the singed feathers Rena shakes her hea and looks back up at David. "No I think I'm alri-- Wow! You are beautiful..." She says sincerly, stepping quickly over to the aasimar, reaching out to touch him in spite of the wild temperatures he was giving off...
"oh uh thanks" he grins, thankful for the ego boost, something to make him forget the emotional problems for a while. "you're pretty good looking yourself," he looks to the other one "both of you"
Vare feels a sudden pang of jealousy at the high praise for the newly arrived person, but shakes it away. Rena had also praised his figure too... Not that it matteted! This was severe.
He turns to Asha, who seems to be more in control of herself right at that moment. "Alright, but if he does return you must be very careful. I'm not sure of the goals of whoever has done this to him, but if he is able to open Gates at will, then we are all in very great danger. I must speak with both Ms. Aananda and Ms. Ephebe as well. I will return as soon as I may..."
Without waiting for a response, he steps to the side and is gone from the roof.
Shortly thereafter, with the aid of an Unseen Servant and the arrows, Vare finds his way to Aananda, and will knock on the door hurriedly if applicable.
"I am very much obliged, High Seer. I shall stay and listen while you explain to the pair of Professors. I believe I owe Mr. Royston an apology as well, for my deception and unkind words to him. I was to attempt to approach undetected, after all." He says with a wry smile, and turns to the Grammaton Cleric, and bows. "My apologies, sir. You have fantastic senses, that you were able to detect me even hidden as I was." Once the bow is finished, the older elf will stand nearby to the Headmaster, at attention of sorts. It's not military, but it's obvious he's hanging on every word spoken.
Royston bows back,
"in truth I thought you where tracking me, when one has had the galaxy's security forces hunting one for a few hundred years it can make one a little overly paranoid, my apologies for interfering with you task."Then Royston reckes into his poket and pulls out the spy glass the elf scribe had dropped, he steps for would, holding it out but in such a way that Ryo and any security cameras can get a good look/image of it.
"I believe you dropped you tracking device, that allowed you past the wards to locat the head master here. It would be very dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands don't you think"
holding it out he waits the the elf scribe to réclame it.
If or when he dos Royston will say
"I would be interested to know the construction prosses for such a device, if you know and have the incantation to divulge such information that is"
If taken back he will bow again then step back to his place once again waiting motionless but observant.
You may get the impression he's talking not just to you but others in the room and beyond.
"They like their science specific. Whole Scientific Method all the way through."
He shrugs and then smiles.
Striking a heroic (and goofy) looking pose, hands on hips, head tilted up, wings splayed out wide, he says, "you should make it look like me."
He jokes mostly, secretly hoping that she might actually do it.
"Details take time, and I'm not putting into something that will likely not matter. Heck, this one is kinda shoddy, really, because odds are it won't last, or even turn on."
she's most way done with the torso.
"There is much work to be done, and i can modify it if it actually works... And if i made it look like you, would you really be comfortable with another sentient creature that looks just like you and uses your name running around?"
"………good point.……… if it looks like me, that doesn't mean it thinks like me, right?"
He pulls his wings around him and stretches his arms out. He begins to fall backwards but doesn't seem concerned about doing so.
"Sim room. Arm chair 304."
He lands in a big, fluffy, lime green, recliner and kicks it back with the foot rest up.
"No, but it developes very fast mentally, and due to the number of times people would call it lim-mor, it would come to believe it's name to be as such, with all likelyhood."
without looking back, she asks as she finishes the arms-
"How far back are you?"
Lang is sitting outside Ephebe's office his eyes red trying to be more "manly" by not crying and failing.
I do want to talk to you also Master Blackscales, I just need to talk to Midori also, and I don't want her to leave before I get the chance to talk to her.
Midori smiles at her sensei and nods, hiding her smile behind a cookie, which the kunoichi nibbles on. "I don't think we ought to keep Lang-kun waiting, sensei. Should I go open the door?"
"Sim room. Add me as a spectator."
"Nothing can hurt me now. If it still matters, about 8 feet."
"Even in the simrooms, this will be very real... It's got to be my personal magic..."
she puts the head on.
"And here we go!"
she gestures. And puts a lot of her own tricks and magic into the construct. It starts to glow a bright yellow.
"Oh."
she quickly pulls into her shell.
"oh uh thanks" he grins, thankful for the ego boost, something to make him forget the emotional problems for a while. "you're pretty good looking yourself," he looks to the other one "both of you"
Rena doesn't blush, not one bit of shame or shyness in her movements, more encouraged by David's words than anything, and runs her hands up David's arms as she reaches him, immediately moving to kiss David full on thenlips. Unless stopped, after a moment or two of her exquisite body and lips against his, she pulls away slightly, smiling up at him. "I'm Rena." She says by way of introduction, running her hands up and down his arms and chest, before reaching to stroke his wings in the same way that drove her wild.
Midori smiles at her sensei and nods, hiding her smile behind a cookie, which the kunoichi nibbles on. "I don't think we ought to keep Lang-kun waiting, sensei. Should I go open the door?"Lang is sitting outside Ephebe's office his eyes red trying to be more "manly" by not crying and failing.
I do want to talk to you also Master Blackscales, I just need to talk to Midori also, and I don't want her to leave before I get the chance to talk to her.
"Yes, I think that would be a good idea," she said, nodding.
Dave looks surprised but quite please"David, David De'Foul, I have to say it is a pleasure to meet you"
"Yes, Professor, I'll be careful," she says as Vare leaves.
"Uh, thanks," she said awkwardly at Dave's compliment. "Uh, would you mind getting a grip on the hot and cold? The fire doesn't hurt me, but the ice does, and I think both can hurt Rena...."
And then Rena was introducing herself by means of a passionate kiss. Asha had mixed feelings about this. This was just how Rena was and she loved her friend's exuberance. But Tryko'Sam had been worried that people might think poorly of Rena because of this...did that mean she should do something to stop it? There was just so much she didn't understand.
Despite knowing that the Sim would keep him safe, his combat reflexes kick in and hit tips the chair back so it lands on its back and the bottom is between him and the robot.
"What? What is it?"
boom! The robot explodes violently, slicing the chair, and dispite the sim-rooms protections, you still feel the force of the blow, though not the heat or shrapnel. Riviarti Comes out of her shell, witch is now covered in grease and soot.
*keff*
she lets out a small cough.
"Hmm. Too much."
"oh are you a firebird or something" he says, "uh hold up just a minute let me focus a bit just need to get it under control"
after a little less than a minute he opens his eyes and the air turns pleasantly warm and more or less stable "better?"