"on it, hovering" he
"crap, raelle, go help her, she's injured"
Arthur sets it down as fast as he can,and puts on his suit and goes to the back as fast as possible.
Raelle unfastened her seat belt and jumped up, hurrying towards Melody.
"Igni, help me. We need to get her back up here where there's at least some functional heat shielding," she called out as she went.
When she got to Melody she stopped and one of the tattoos on her arm begins to glow and enough of Melody's health is restored to leave her stable and regaining consciousness.
"Here, get her back to the shielded area!" she said, shoving Mel towards Igni. "I'll work on the repairs. I think it works the same as what I just did to Mel."
Melody, Arthur, Raelle and Igni can all hear a telepathic voice. ::I've got one of the fuel lines repaired, but there are still too more, not to mention other damage. You need to cut all but essential power.::
Royston after talking to some students gos looking for Tybalt the ice cat.
Ace shifts his clothing around, to that of clerical robes, with the Travelers holy symbol adoring them, along with depictions of several ravens. Gone is his normally happy-go-lucky personality, replaced by a solemn and somber demeanor. He walks into the center of the room, and turns to face Kitty, Ginni and Repp.
"Today is a dark day, as we put to rest the bodies of innocents close to our dear friend Kitty. These animals did nothing wrong to deserve their fate, and so we mourn them. Many brought joy to the lives of those they were around, even if it was only for a short time, and so we cry for them. Yet, today they go back into the earth from whence they came, and Mother welcomes them home, after a long journey. While it is hard to bury those who made us better, it is always good to return to Mother's embrace. Farewell companions, farewell friends. Give Mother our love"
He bows his head, and tears are visible rolling down his cheeks. He stands there, silently, waiting to see if Kitty wants to say or do something.
Kitty proceeds to place a stick of incense into the dirt in front of each grave and then light it. She also sets out a small piece of food, leftovers from the breakfast she hardly ate it would appear. She could barely hold back the tears enough to get through this and needed Michael to help her light the incense more than once.
"Great Smorg, Well that's the kind of blast shielding you doon-neer-see often, but affective"
Call says to himself with some surprise.
>>"Arthur the shielding up, don't ask me what kind you want believe me, but it's also fixing ya ship<<
Then back to his work
"Right, you lot it's just a Dragon, part of the ground crew, working just like me to get ya safe away, do lets have you on board ay"
He starts to help them back on again.
Mel was found unconcious her body burning hot not too much damage to the outside but she has internal burns from breathing the hot air.
apparently the heat shielding failed while Mel was trying to fix the landing gear.
Once to the cooler shielded portion of the ship she opens her eyes.
Igni? never expected to be in you arms. she tries to be humorous but she is definately in pain.
"The citizens of kuros are being butchered" the 'not-vare' says bluntly...
"You should probably send some students that way...."
She swore and hit a button on her headband.
"Ryo, I need you to look into something. Possible trouble in Kuros. The kind that may require a team to handle it immediately."
Michael holds her hand throughout the entire ceremony when he can, and makes sure the grave look nice and not hastily filled in. It was a very sad day.
igni takes Mel back inside silently. He doesn't seem to show any emotion, even now. He doesn't even respond to the joke. He just looks at you. Not a word.
The rain may have stopped now but a salty down pour still fell to the grass floor. Avalon was far from sight as she lay at the foot of a tree. Sobbing in to her hands she shivered from the cold air hitting her soaked body. All around her was a strange silence. The only other noise was a fast moving river that had cut her run short.
Royson walks outside, The student body was was heading back ready for post lunch classes. The rain was easing off, he activated a shield to keep it off. The review had remained him of this morning and investigating the scribe. Skills not used in an age, those of a detective. He had spent so long being a freedom fighter, terrorist, trouble maker, political refuge and all the rest he had forgotten what it was like to do that for which he had been made. It was good to get use the craft again, but now he would be a teacher on this strange none world at a school full of the most powerful beings he had ever come across. One good thing was his fellow staff, they seem to have a good repore with each others and seemed dedicated and highly knowledgeable and subjects he could do will with leaning more about. The discipline of the students seemed good, that would help. He had trained troops willing but ill discipline in a number of wars and conflicts and it was troublesome.
He looked around just seeing the view and all he could see.
Using the arrows(if you do use the arrows) will get you to the cafeteria. After that you look for 'the cat person' is suppose.
Tybalt is in the cafeteria talking to a small group of other guys when you find him...
"The citizens of kuros are being butchered" the 'not-vare' says bluntly...
"You should probably send some students that way...."
She swore and hit a button on her headband.
"Ryo, I need you to look into something. Possible trouble in Kuros. The kind that may require a team to handle it immediately."
"Tsk tsk...... such language...." 'Vare' admonished... as he begins to sink through the solid floor...
Grim soon lands next to her
"Hey" he says quietly
Jaiye shrugged. "Hey, it's not like I know what your type even is. And I don't care who you have funtime with as long as they're not going to subject you to evil enchantments."
"Ehos, are you ready to go find Miss Jones?" she asked softly.
Ehos simply nodded, looking at Jaiye, his eyes slightly reddened, a side effect of the 'enchantment' that was placed on him, no doubt.
"Hey Rena! We need the hairs!"
Rena glides up and over the lip of the rooftop to join the group, still clutching Asha with one hand underneath the shelter of her wings and body.
Speaking of her body, the angelic being's shirt is still completely soaked, a fact which does not seem to bother her in the slightest, though it might bother others on the rooftop. Her white wings fold as she lands near to the shelter, at which point she allows Asha to 'disembark' by bending down and holding her out to the ground under the shelter.
With Asha placed where she would be warm and dry, Rena looks back and forth between Reviarti and Lim-Mor, two quite unique beings in Rena's eyes, though for one who has lived life in the Dream, she was rarely shocked by appearances. "I have the hairs here, which of you needs them?" she asks seriously.
Rena appears to be a rather busty young woman, with the body of a 17 or 18 year old. Her waist-length blue-white hair constrasts her startlingly green eyes and olive skin for a beautiful effect. She is curvy in all the right ways. Further, the white angel wings on her back only add to her grace and allure. If you wanted to design a woman who was sexier, you would have trouble, though of course it depends on individual taste. Her hair is done up in a braid at the moment, and her clothing is soaked such that the white shirt is see through.
Despite her apparent sexualization, Rena seems to exude innocence, almost as if she were a being of Good.
As Jiminy moves to handle the new crisis, Mithros seamlessly takes over the direction of traffic to and from the sun...to keep things moving, and to avoid any other problems...
Silently observes all of the drama along the treeline, watching the children wrestling, then crying, then running back and forth through the rain. Odd creatures, these.
"Her" Dave points at the snail person
Around mid afternoon, Ghalen and 'Thel return to the school, and begin to unload his things.
'Thel opts to have an adjoining room to Ghalen's, and the school makes one for him, with a door into Ghalen's room as well. Ghalen leaves him to his unpacking, and 'Thel looks around a bit and sits. He thinks about the past, and wonders where his life with this odd human boy will lead him. He looks out a window, and looks for any signs of his companion. Seeing none, he sighs and begins to unpack and arrange his room.
Pads silently, just off of the trail to Avalon, towards the school, and seems in a sour mood. His thoughts are of things past and things future...and of hunger. He moves into the high grass, sniffing the air for the scent of some game. His ponderance of his situation ceases as he becomes the hunter, catching the scent of a doe...
Will head off to find Tyrrin, and possibly Pyry...
Lim-Môr stands next to Reviarti somewhat protectively.
He doesn't say anything but looks at Rena specutivally.
He's obviously thinking about something. Those that know him will guess that there's quite a conversation going on up there...
Grim soon lands next to her
"Hey" he says quietly
"Her cloth have become completely transparent now. If she was to turn around Grim would be able to see her everything. In a small frightened voice Grim hears her reply. "Go away, you'll just hurt Hew and I too."
riviarti holds out her hand to Rena.
"Give me those hairs, and i can scry your friend in seconds."
"what's wrong Zilla?"
At one point during the attack on Kuros, vines and roots erupt from the ground to ensnare and drag the attackers underground.
She swore and hit a button on her headband.
"Ryo, I need you to look into something. Possible trouble in Kuros. The kind that may require a team to handle it immediately."
::Looking into it now... Something is making the inhabitants go wild. We'll want to send a team to incapacitate as many as possible, if not all of them, instead of killing. Suggestions?::
Lang follows the arrows to Midori's room and knocks on her door.
Midori, its me, Lang, can we talk?
Midori is extremely confused for a brief moment, before going to answer the door. Lang can see that she's also been crying. She doesn't immediately say anything.
Kitty proceeds to place a stick of incense into the dirt in front of each grave and then light it. She also sets out a small piece of food, leftovers from the breakfast she hardly ate it would appear. She could barely hold back the tears enough to get through this and needed Michael to help her light the incense more than once.
Repp stands and watches respectfully, his eyes somber. He does not move to break the silence following the ceremony.
"what's wrong Zilla?"
"Go away!" She calls while waving her arms in a sporadic shooing motion. "Just leave me alone!" She continues followed by more sobs.
She swore and hit a button on her headband.
"Ryo, I need you to look into something. Possible trouble in Kuros. The kind that may require a team to handle it immediately."
"You know, I'm fairly certain I never had this much excitement when I was an adventurer." Vare says, allowing Aananda to guide him as they go but keeping pace with her, looking oddly at the Wearer when he gives the warning, but not interrupting. "Who was that?" he asks after the Wearer leaves.
Just stands there unsure of what to do "why are you crying"
riviarti holds out her hand to Rena.
"Give me those hairs, and i can scry your friend in seconds."
Rena delicately hands the hairs to the person with a shell, careful not to lose any of them. Upon touching the snail, Rena looks extremely curious, but does not stroke her or anything, stepping back and letting the diviner do her work.
She bites her lip, and waits patiently in the tapering rain.
in a few seconds she casts a spell, projecting unto the ground.
in a few seconds she casts a spell, projecting unto the ground.
Michael holds her hand throughout the entire ceremony when he can, and makes sure the grave look nice and not hastily filled in. It was a very sad day.
Once the ceremony was over, Ginni stepped forward and gave Kitty a hug.
"You need to go spend some time away from this. Do you want to go with just you and Michael? We're here for you if you want, but we understand if you need some time away from people right now, too."
::Looking into it now... Something is making the inhabitants go wild. We'll want to send a team to incapacitate as many as possible, if not all of them, instead of killing. Suggestions?::She swore and hit a button on her headband.
"Ryo, I need you to look into something. Possible trouble in Kuros. The kind that may require a team to handle it immediately."
::My best suggestions are tied up elsewhere. Ryo....what are the chances that the virus wasn't as successfully contained as we hoped last night? We don't know what exactly it does, but the patient we have in isolation was showing signs of psychotic behavior. If that's a symptom we could be dealing with a medical crisis. Whatever team you send needs to be capable of recognizing if that's the case.::
"You know, I'm fairly certain I never had this much excitement when I was an adventurer." Vare says, allowing Aananda to guide him as they go but keeping pace with her, looking oddly at the Wearer when he gives the warning, but not interrupting. "Who was that?" he asks after the Wearer leaves.She swore and hit a button on her headband.
"Ryo, I need you to look into something. Possible trouble in Kuros. The kind that may require a team to handle it immediately."
"An annoyance. My son seems to think he can be useful. Reluctantly I may have to concede the possibility he could be right. But I don't trust that person in the slightest."
Midori is extremely confused for a brief moment, before going to answer the door. Lang can see that she's also been crying. She doesn't immediately say anything.Lang follows the arrows to Midori's room and knocks on her door.
Midori, its me, Lang, can we talk?
Lang stands there at the door for a moment.
then steps in. Midori, I wanted to talk to about something but...
He takes a step closer. Midori, If you want to tell me something I am here for you. I'm your friend. Lang thinks she needs a shoulder to cry on but seems hesitant, afraid to send the wrong message. after what already happened Lang seems afraid.
Midori, I was thinking, maybe, we need to tell the truth to the others, you need to tell them how you feel, about Ignace.
"I think I have a few people to ask. I will get back to you quickly." Ryo explains, already compiling a list in his mind of students and teachers that he could send to help out. No one in the school was better than Razzy when it came to diseases and poisons, so he should go. Settro would be helpful for that as well. Tyrrin? Her magic could be useful since the attacks seemed concentrated. Lysander could be brutal and not kill anyone, but he was tied up somewhere and there wasn't time to find him. Dom and David might work.
::Settro, Professor Yrrum, Tyrrin Denulia, Dom Waverider, and David De'Foul, please report to my office. A crisis has broken out in Kuros.::
"Well. I'm off. See ya tybalt. Headmaster wants me."
with that he flys off to the headmaster, hardly a word.
In the formed sensor that Reviarti conjures up with magic, which only she can sense through, it displays what appears to be a remote jungle area, though the ground appears to have sustained some explosion of a physical nature-- blood and such, scattered about, tropical.
Tryko'Sam appears to be sitting atop a mound, or bundle of broken soft trees, while some stream is trickling about nearby, partially nude (clothing appears torn off him, and oddly burn of all things), occasionally peering off, with a frown on his face.
All in all, however, he's alive, looks perfectly healthy (somewhat dirty), not tired, and pensive.
With a glance though, he peers up at the center of Reviarti's sensor and narrows his gaze, asking, "What the hell--- Hello? Who is it?"
Reviarti would realize that unless she employs magic, she cannot speak through it, though perceptive beings /do/ notice scrying spell sensors. Clearly, Tryko'Sam did.
Various thoughts seem to cross his expression, but then are quickly buried as he waits for a response.
"Anyone who wants to see tykro'sam, grab my hand."
she demention doors to the sim-rooms with whoever comes with her, and projects what she can see unto the walls.
He sets a hand on her shoulder and is brought with her.
"He's pretty banged up..."
riviarti holds out her hand to Rena.
"Give me those hairs, and i can scry your friend in seconds."Rena delicately hands the hairs to the person with a shell, careful not to lose any of them. Upon touching the snail, Rena looks extremely curious, but does not stroke her or anything, stepping back and letting the diviner do her work.
She bites her lip, and waits patiently in the tapering rain.
"o that's right, don't give the object of Sams to us, we're just sat here in the rain waiting that's all, some people I ask you"
Amber seems non to happy
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