"Well, if she's going to take an hour.... maybe there's something we can do in the interim?" Rena offers as she, Asha and David watch Opel and Amber sit down. Rena knew what /she/ wanted to do (un-subtle glance at David), but she had to focus. They had to try to help Tryko'Sam. He needed them, and he had been there for them last night.
Amber
"Yeer she will be out of it for about an hour, so I.m kind of stuck here, if you wish I can call some one to help"Her families comes down in from of her,
"Hip go get Leasoa she in our room sleeping tell her we need her fast ok."
The small dragon flys off
"I eat emotions. The spell made the man feel insecure. He is a walking feast right now..."
He doesn't quite manage to keep down the smile-smirk-thing Dom elicites from him.
"I'm glad someone is happy about it..."
"Happy to a degree. I still don't like suffering. So, maybe i can help. What's the problem. Give me some more detail."
he crosses his legs and balances on his tail.
She had guessed so quickly he actually flinched. How see-through was he?
"I.. Yes, I want to see it. It's been so long.." He barely even remembered what the Sun looked like, let alone what he was really after. "I'll try to help fix it..."
"Well, it may be able to focus on that... but honestly, I can just scry it for you if you'd like? The telescope includes a scrying focus so I can project the results of the spell onto the large screen over there. It would be almost exactly like using the telescope." Tyrrin offers gently, still looking at the telescope.
"Well, it may be able to focus on that... but honestly, I can just scry it for you if you'd like? The telescope includes a scrying focus so I can project the results of the spell onto the large screen over there. It would be almost exactly like using the telescope." Tyrrin offers gently, still looking at the telescope.
"No!" He says a bit too quickly. "I.. I just want to use the telescope."
Flying out of a near by student a Pixie and zips over to Amber, landing on her shoulder.
"What ya want stupid head?"
"Le don't call me that you little speck of wast, or ill get Opel to put you back in that bottle, now I want you to go with the nice Angle Dave here and see if you can find something of this guys Sam's to bring back to us ok, can you do that you little rat of a fey!!"
Looks at Opel away with the fairy's
"Will do Stupid head, I take it the Items for Smart head here, when shes back from where ever"
the Pixie flys over to Dave,
"Wow your a hot chunk of loving ant ya gold wings, o the things I could do to you, if only you where 6 foot shorter"
She flys around looking at the others there.
"So where is this guys Sams stuff, big boobs"
When he says this last part he looks directly into the eyes of the de racked Dragon knight."It would be nice to talk over our history's and what fates brought us to the school"
He says this still looking at the Dragon Night but it's meant for all in the room.
He'll get a slight nod in response before he leaves.
Royston stops and bows
"Hello to you to Sir, I am as of ten minutes ago the new Teacher or firearms at this school, and may I ask the same of you Sir, your seem some what of a learned type, would I be right in surmising your a fellow member of the academic staff here."
Royston is respectful and even spoken. He is not a big man or that imposing, the only thing that could be said to be add about him is the fact he is very posed and still.
"Indeed I am, I am professor Antergrenti De'Nown, professor of the study of mathemagics."
He says with a slight bit of pride...
his monocle'd eye scrutinizing you while he grins at his fellow teacher
"I told Dave I like him, like, like like him and I do. And he left to think about it, but I'm afraid that he won't like me the same way. Or that he hates me now because I'm a guy and I feel that way. Or that he isn't going to be my best friend any more. Or that I might ruin our band because I made things weird. Or that he likes someone else more than me and doesn't want me. Or that he won't like me because I look like a kid. Or he doesn't like me because he doesn't want other people to think he's gay."
He curls up on the seat with his knees pulled up to his chest and his tail wrapped across his feet. As he speaks he works himself into another panicy state.
"I'm just afraid that if he says no, things won't be the same. I liked how we were and I know I messed everything up. I just don't know what I'm going to do if he doesn't like me too..."
He sets his head on his knees and stuffs another fish fliet in his mouth as the rising hopeless feeling comes back...
"Hmmm.... You know, as a demon of lust, this is hard to understand... But look here. If you are really friends, you don't /need/ a romantic relationship. If he's not into you, he isn't. That doesn't mean you still can't be great friends.... I think.
he mubles a little bit.
"though, the subconscious pain of desire you'll never have fulfilled will be hell..."
his voice perks back up, on some level both hoping you heard that and another that you didn't.
"Well, you can make it work if you are really friends. If it doesn't work, then Dave isn't worthy of being your friend. If he abandons you for stating your sexual desires, he's got issues. So any one way or the other, there is a way to make this work. Maybe he likes you back. Maybe not, but it will still be fine. if not, life goes on, find someone better."
"Sure why not."
He brushes himself off and motions to the door.
If they leave he will walk them out to the garden and summon an unseen servant to keep them dry in the rain.
"Hmm. It's raining. Perhaps go and meet people in the lunchroom?"
"Indeed I am, I am professor Antergrenti De'Nown, professor of the study of mathemagics."
He says with a slight bit of pride...
his monocle'd eye scrutinizing you while he grins at his fellow teacher
"Most interesting to meet you professor De'Now, My name is Royston, normally Grammaton Cleric Marcus Royston but I may have to change my name here to Professor Royston. I say interesting to meet you because, mathematics, statistics and the math around patten recognition is a particular research area of mine, it's integration with magics and powers would be fascinating to hear about. I must confess I know only a little about your area of expertise but would be most interested to hear more about it, have you had lunch?"
He indicates to a empty table
marcell walks back up to tesadrian. She looks a little embarrassed.
"So... I take it you're better now?"
"It's OK. I used one of Nero's invisible dudes and told it to be an umbrella."
The rain doesn't fall in an area next to the door. It collects and slips off of a small area.
"He isn't big, but I don't mind sharing." He says with his cheesy smile. When he smiles you can see that his canines are large. Part way between a vampire's thin fangs and a werewolf's thick ones. They look dangerous, but don't detract from his white elven smile.
"Heh. You're pritty good a this."
she takes you up on your kind offer, rather enjoying the time outside, and watching the raindrops fall
"It isn't even sexual desire." He explains without lifting his head up. "I can't describe why. I just feel good when I think about him. He makes me happy when I don't have a reason to be. And I feel safe when he gets protective of me. And he helps me when I need him. And when he needs me I help him. Everything just feels right when we're together, like there isn't another place that I belong than beside him."
Settro can feel a fuzzy, touchy feely emotion in the midst of Tybalt's current state. Like someone put the strawberry part in the middle of a neopolitan carton and you have to taste it, instead of off to the side where it can be ignored.
"Indeed I am, I am professor Antergrenti De'Nown, professor of the study of mathemagics."
He says with a slight bit of pride...
his monocle'd eye scrutinizing you while he grins at his fellow teacher
"Most interesting to meet you professor De'Now, My name is Royston, normally Grammaton Cleric Marcus Royston but I may have to change my name here to Professor Royston. I say interesting to meet you because, mathematics, statistics and the math around patten recognition is a particular research area of mine, it's integration with magics and powers would be fascinating to hear about. I must confess I know only a little about your area of expertise but would be most interested to hear more about it, have you had lunch?"
He indicates to a empty table
"Ah, young man you have much to learn, get your food and follow me to the teachers lounge..." the professional magic user smiles
"Well.... you couldn't remain just friends? I don't understand. Loving a friend is easy. Sexually loving them is different. The way it seems, you just want to be very good friends..."
"Conjuration magic is Nero's thing. This is one of the less scary things he does with it."
He also enjoys the walk. Pointing out the plants in the garden to avoid at risk of being bitten.
Space under the spell is limited and he ends up close to her to avoid the rain.
He even risks trying to hold her hand as they walk, perhaps not even noticing he had.
She is on his right, angelic side.
"Heh. I don't mean good at the spell."
she doesn't prevent you from holding her hand. It's surprisingly dry, and has the supple feeling of a snake's scales.
"You are... Interesting."
Ghalen pulls up outsides a small shack-like building just on the other edge of Kuros, and gets out of the skimmer. He walks up to the door and knocks.
"Thel?"
Ghalen pulls up outsides a small shack-like building just on the other edge of Kuros, and gets out of the skimmer. He walks up to the door and knocks.
"Thel?"
"One moment, young master." comes an aged Elven voice.
The door is opened, and a hopeful, familiar face greets Ghalen."Were your queries to the Headmaster successful?"
Ghalen pulls up outsides a small shack-like building just on the other edge of Kuros, and gets out of the skimmer. He walks up to the door and knocks.
"Thel?"
"One moment, young master." comes an aged Elven voice.
The door is opened, and a hopeful, familiar face greets Ghalen.
"Were your queries to the Headmaster successful?"
He smiles
"Indeed. He did not offer any resistance, but I did tell him that you would be no danger to the other students. There are lycans there, after all."
Ghalen pulls up outsides a small shack-like building just on the other edge of Kuros, and gets out of the skimmer. He walks up to the door and knocks.
"Thel?"
"One moment, young master." comes an aged Elven voice.
The door is opened, and a hopeful, familiar face greets Ghalen.
"Were your queries to the Headmaster successful?"He smiles
"Indeed. He did not offer any resistance, but I did tell him that you would be no danger to the other students. There are lycans there, after all."
He nods.
"Indeed, no threat. I will take no action to besmirch your good standing, young master. Though I will defend you from one, if necessary..." he says as he heads in to grab his belongings.
Ghalen pulls up outsides a small shack-like building just on the other edge of Kuros, and gets out of the skimmer. He walks up to the door and knocks.
"Thel?"
"One moment, young master." comes an aged Elven voice.
The door is opened, and a hopeful, familiar face greets Ghalen.
"Were your queries to the Headmaster successful?"He smiles
"Indeed. He did not offer any resistance, but I did tell him that you would be no danger to the other students. There are lycans there, after all."He nods.
"Indeed, no threat. I will take no action to besmirch your good standing, young master. Though I will defend you from one, if necessary..." he says as he heads in to grab his belongings.
He raises an eyebrow.
"I don't believe that will be necessary, but thank you, 'Thel."He helps 'Thel load his belongings onto the skimmer. 'Thel looks oddly at the craft, then boards it.
"Will anyone be taking care of your home while you are gone?" Ghalen says as he boards, also, and fires up the skimmer.
Ghalen pulls up outsides a small shack-like building just on the other edge of Kuros, and gets out of the skimmer. He walks up to the door and knocks.
"Thel?"
"One moment, young master." comes an aged Elven voice.
The door is opened, and a hopeful, familiar face greets Ghalen.
"Were your queries to the Headmaster successful?"He smiles
"Indeed. He did not offer any resistance, but I did tell him that you would be no danger to the other students. There are lycans there, after all."He nods.
"Indeed, no threat. I will take no action to besmirch your good standing, young master. Though I will defend you from one, if necessary..." he says as he heads in to grab his belongings.He raises an eyebrow.
"I don't believe that will be necessary, but thank you, 'Thel."
He helps 'Thel load his belongings onto the skimmer. 'Thel looks oddly at the craft, then boards it.
"Will anyone be taking care of your home while you are gone?" Ghalen says as he boards, also, and fires up the skimmer.
He shakes his head.
"No, young master. I found it empty, and made use of it. I have left it as I found it, hopefully it will be of use to others who may need it as well."
Ghalen merely nods, and they fly the rest of the way back to Avalon in silence. He does however take note of a large white lion leaving the shack after they are a ways away, in the rear view mirror...
"Ah, young man you have much to learn, get your food and follow me to the teachers lounge..." the professional magic user smiles
"I do not eat as such, so please Leed on"
Royston follows the elder prof
"No!" He says a bit too quickly. "I.. I just want to use the telescope."
"Pyry, do you still not trust me?" Tyrrin asks softly, sensing that he was holding back from her on this. "You have my word that anything you tell me will not leave this chamber. I will not even share with Ghalen, or my family. We can attempt to use the telescope, but I want you to be able to trust me. I can help you more efficiently if I know what you want."
"Well I have limited means at my disposal, I could try a sending, or a limited wish, or I could just fly around lookin for him, or I could wait, you said vare was also helping yes?"
"Yes, he went to talk to some of the other Professors I think. I don't really remember though, you were distracting me at the time." she tells David appreciatively, and shortly thereafter they are joined by the obnoxious pixie. Rena smiles at the compliment directed towards her. She had been assured that large boobs were a good thing, and so she nodded. "There might be something in his room. Let's go look and see. I'm sure he won't mind." Rena nods and stands up, her wings folding in slightly now that she didn't have to make sure they didn't drag on the ground.
Unless there are other objections, the group makes their way to Tryko'Sam's room, the scene of much joy the previous evening.
He shakes his head.
"I have friends. This feeling feels deeper than that. I haven't felt like this before. I thought I did with Johnny, but that still wasn't like this. I feel this weird happy fidgety way when I'm around him. And I just don't know what I can do if I won't be close to him after this. I just feel like its my job to make sure that he's happy and I feel so sad when he isn't. Like it's me feeling sad with him. I fell from a thousand feet in the air to try and keep Raelle from leaving him because I didn't want to see him be so sad. Even though I knew if she was with him that I wouldn't be. All I want to do is make sure that he is happy and I thought I could do that if I was with him. But now I don't know if he wants this too or if I ruined everything I did have because I want more of him. I just want more than anything for him to appear back next to me and say that everything is OK and that he wants me to be with him. I'm just so afraid of what he could say and it makes me feel like I'm sick..."
As always he punctuates his stream of talking by pushing another cold, fried fish filet into his mouth.
"What is it that I'm good at, then?" He says with a small laugh.
"Because it certainly isn't talking to girls." He also adds a short laugh to that.
"Ah, young man you have much to learn, get your food and follow me to the teachers lounge..." the professional magic user smiles"I do not eat as such, so please Leed on"
Royston follows the elder prof
Settling into a chair the professor gestures at another... "sit, sit"
After the teacher complies
"So what's your story?
snip.
"Tybalt, you're conflicted. What do you expect from him? If you want to please him, that's great. You don't need to be in a relationship to do that."
"What is it that I'm good at, then?" He says with a small laugh.
"Because it certainly isn't talking to girls." He also adds a short laugh to that.
"No, you're good at talking to /me/. You're very interesting. Great to learn from."
Lang gives a mischivious grin as she claims victory.
who ever said it was the end...
Lang. is able to manuver his legs to gain some leverage and with a sudden change of position Avatar counter attack! he yells as they swap positions. Lang's strength does not seems great but he does have a good grasp at using his opponents strength against them.
now with Lang on top, Lang smiles. she can tell lang is enjoying the "romp" in the rain. will you yield to me, Master Shinobi. Or must I use the secret martial art of the ancients...
Lang appears to be bluffing about a secret art but he does have a secret behind that smile. he is trying to be serious but his face really betrays this as he is holding back from laughing some more.
Lang's grip on her is not very tight...
which is a good thing as there is a distant flash of lightning.
Midori squirms her best against Lang's hold for a few moments, replying, also holding back laughter. "A kunoichi never yiel-- eep!" and then the flash of lightning startles her and she clings to Lang momentarily in fear, before releasing him, still shaky and looking past Lang up to the sky with a touch of fear in her golden eyes. She had even almost accidently gored Lang with that pearly white horn in her sudden fear. Phobias are not to be dissuaded it seems, by mere wrestling matches.
For those that go to check on Tryo'Sam's room, it is just as they left it (he didn't do any cleaning, doubt the room is self cleaning, certainly not set to be), spartan and lacking any personal effects.
The only items that might be present would belong to his two guests, Asha and Rena.
It's effectively a simple minimalistic style, with steel and glass, some hints of dark brown wood as well. Certainly feels, on first (or second) glance, as nothing more than a used hotel room.
With enough scrutiny, however, some black hair of his can be found, along with the blonde and white.
"Pyry, do you still not trust me?" Tyrrin asks softly, sensing that he was holding back from her on this. "You have my word that anything you tell me will not leave this chamber. I will not even share with Ghalen, or my family. We can attempt to use the telescope, but I want you to be able to trust me. I can help you more efficiently if I know what you want."
For a minute it looks like he's going to make a run for it, glancing between Tyrrin and the door. Then he seems to slump inwardly.
"I.. I barely remember what the Sun looks like. The only thing I can remember about the house my family lives in is the crest. I just want to s-see it again..."
"Well, I think that settles whether or not the telescope could see it or not. I'm not sure it could pick out such fine detail. But I'm not adverse to trying. I won't ask you anything else Pyry, you told me before that you didn't want to share your family name, so I will respect that. Let's see if we can fix the telescope first. It will need to be at peak operating performance to even chance at picking out such a fine detail." Tyrrin says diplomatically, prying no further into Pyry's secrets for the moment, especially after he had looked like he was about to flee.
"I want to please him and make him happy, but it isn't just that. I want to be his and I want him to be mine. I know I sounds selfish but I don't understand this enough not to be..."
His hat sits on the table next to his pile of fish and other unhealthy things.
"Well, then be prepared to move on. Though, possession of an individual is... Odd to me."
"I don't want to own him. I just want to be with him... owning people is wrong. I didn't mean it like that..."
More fish can fix foot in mouth...
"Well, what /do/ you mean?"
Midori squirms her best against Lang's hold for a few moments, replying, also holding back laughter. "A kunoichi never yiel-- eep!" and then the flash of lightning startles her and she clings to Lang momentarily in fear, before releasing him, still shaky and looking past Lang up to the sky with a touch of fear in her golden eyes. She had even almost accidently gored Lang with that pearly white horn in her sudden fear. Phobias are not to be dissuaded it seems, by mere wrestling matches.
Lang holds her a bit longer than needed. lets go back to the hanger. he tells her. Retuning to the safety of the building, his arm around her to comfort her, trying to abate her fears.
Once safely inside lang wipes the rain from her face. you have beautiful eyes. he says seeminly lost in them for a momment.
what am i saying? What about Ignace? I am so confused right now. I want to stay friends, but after what happened, i...
Lang looks troubled battling conflicting emotions.
Lang takes a seat again, inviting her sit beside him.
Midori allows herself to be guided back into the building, trembling a little but glad for the reassurance of her friend's arm.
Midori's hair is plastered to her face in the aftermath of the rain-bound adventure, and this is one of those moments when it is painfully obvious that Midori's natural hair colour is definitely /not/ black. Her hair's natural colour is probably golden blonde to match the rest of her, including those golden slit-pupil eyes that Lang just complimented. A compliment which causes Midori to blush slightly and feel a little uncomfortable. "Ah... Arigatou ne... thank you Lang-kun." she says just a little awkwardly, looking away towards Simba as if to check on him.
She doesn't say anything else, but neither does she move away, moving to sit beside Lang looking out at the rain... she really hoped that the lightning was spent now... But her parents said the best way to overcome a fear was to face it boldly.
"I don't even know any more. I'm so confused... I'm confused about my feelings and about Dave and about people and dating and I just don't know any more..."
Fish. Fish. Fish.
The hedgehog climbs off the hat and drags a lettuce leaf behind it to eat.