Mel's body has a rather unual recation to the magical healing. Ace has most likely never seen it before.
when the healing is cast her body becomes encased in what can best be described as arcs of blue electricity.
despite the apparent danger these arcs should cause, there is no physical damage to Mel.
instead it would seem that the energy that ignited at Ace's touch repeled the magical healing.
at the time Ace cast the spell. ginni recieved several flashing images in her mind (apparently from Mel) all the same, A girls face, someone she has never seen before.
Asha didn't quite succeed at stifling a giggle."The lady Prof here also didn't mention, was, I clearly am much more charming than whatever that thing you were relating me too is. So there's that, atop all the other bits."
Tryko'Sam grinned a bit more, clearly appreciating having at least one reaction.
Maya shook her head slightly once more, then seemed to 'realize' that Ehos was in the room, or more importantly, he had pointed ears.
She stared for a few moments, then smiling broadly, looked back at the clawed man, standing defensively, and then to the Professors, as if waiting for a decision to be made.
Patience, it appeared, might be her strong suit.
Maya may also be shocked to realize that the girl the pointy-eared boy is standing with appears to have cat-like (or perhaps dog-like ;) ) ears coming out from the top of her head, as well as a tail. When the older woman gives him an odd look, Ehos felt slightly uncomfortable, though it passed quickly - sometimes in his travels, he would get humans who had never seen an elf before.... usually if those were girls they had been the easiest to bed...
He tightens his grip on Jaiye's hand momentarily before releasing it and steps forward, drawing out his datapad and holding it aloft. 'Miss Jones... you may want to look through my memories too... it might help.' he holds the datapad aloft for all in the room to read, standing just a little stiffly.
Miss Jones sighed. "I really need to find the person who wrote that abysmally incomplete text and give them a piece of my mind....sadly the unfortunate author is long since deceased. Ptolemnitus had the worst habit of leaving thoughts and sentences even maddeningly incomplete. Why he thought he could write books is anyone's guess."
"While I can appreciate that this student has some traits in common with the tarrasque, Professor, he also has some notable differences. Including hideously bad breath, subpar intelligence, hide that is impervious to most magics, and extremely large size."
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"You speak as if you have personally met the creature in question." Vare says, and while it is clearly not a question, it's fairly obvious that there's a degree of curiosity in his voice. "I couldn't tell you who the author was, I read it some time ago..."
"I suppose it is less than important in any event." he says after a moment, with a glance at Tryko'Sam.
He does approach Rena though, who seems to be somewhat listless at the moment - depressed perhaps or simply unenergetic. Strange for the typically eager and active snake-girl. Vare's words are tender and he says quietly, a hand stroking her feathers just behind her head. "Are you alright? I think Miss Jones here has all she needs from you." Vare seems to have let go of his intellectual pursuits for the moment to care and tend for his dear friend.
Rena nods, glancing back and forth between Vare, Asha and the almost-departed Tryko'Sam. "Asha... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Rena says somberly, before turning her giant snout towards Vare and nuzzling the Conjurer, the two sharing a tender moment, seemingly without care for the public setting.
Given that she was already off and away, doing her usual stealth and scouting 'thing', as per earlier when following Vai, Anahita's physical nod in acknowledgement to Phaezeriel's detail most likely goes unseen.
Via the Collective, which sadly doesn't include Vickory (unless mistaken), she sends simply,
::Interesting. Collection and trade ... Why, curiously, here-- and mere villagers? Perhaps employed to do so?::
Perhaps more a rhetorical question, it wasn't addressing or pitched to anyone specifically.
::They were probably drawn here by Aegythrax's... activities:: Vai replies through the Collective, a note of bitterness and discomfort in her voice, as she flutters along, grim-faced. ::If they're interested in pain and suffering, then I'm guessing He drew them here.::
Phaezeriel's thoughts come to all those present, whether part of the collective or not. His thoughts are slightly detached, academic, ::These creatures are neither demons, devils, nor celestials. They are evil, as they derive pleasure from the torture and .. mm .. the collection and trade of mortal suffering and pain. The only common traits that they all share is that poison and acid will harm them not at all. They will all have additional, different strengths and weaknesses depending largely on the creatures from which they are constructed.::
Vickory stops for a moment to glare, "Hey! Don't you folks even ask before just dropping into peoples heads? That's very... well, maybe things are different here but do you mind avoiding my head... Please."
Vickory seems more shocked and flustered over it rather than angry, but clearly it isn't something minor.
Vickory stops for a moment to glare, "Hey! Don't you folks even ask before just dropping into peoples heads? That's very... well, maybe things are different here but do you mind avoiding my head... Please."
Vickory seems more shocked and flustered over it rather than angry, but clearly it isn't something minor.
Phaezeriel's thoughts come again to everyone within speaking distance, tinged with apology and a small amount of sadness, ::My apologies. But if I am to communicate with you, this is the only way that it can happen as I am unable to speak. Be assured, I am in no way invading the sanctity of your mind, nor am I in any way in your head, nor will I do any of these things against your wishes. If you wish me to cease communicating with you, then I shall do so. But this form of communication will have no more effect on you than a sound wave would by causing your eardrums to vibrate.::
"Um... no effect on her vitals. I would suggest nanites, but I have the feeling they won't work either... I wasn't trained for anything like this..."
He chews on his bottom lip while working furiously at the data pad trying to analyze the flash of electricity.
The one thing about Mel that can be identified is the blue energy. This is definately Artron energy. But it usually is never concentrated so much as it is in Mel.
Mel seems to either been repeatedly exposed to time travel or it has been infused in her molecular structure.
Yrrin walks in The point position, grimly silent, watching for any more attacks....
"What exactly happened yesterday?... I wasn't here..."
He continues working on the patch.
If the explanation is feature length, he produces a notebook from his upturned hat to work on costume designs for their stage show. Getting the basics down to be fixed later.
"Plane or something exploded above the school... as well as an attack on the school" renkai says casually,
"Sim room generate dart board"
"How does a layer of existence explode?..."
"And what kind of attack? How many people were hurt? Who was it?"
He seems very concerned, but dutifully works at Mel's dress, cleaning the blood (>_<) off and patching the gashes.
"How does a layer of existence explode?..."
"And what kind of attack? How many people were hurt? Who was it?"
He seems very concerned, but dutifully works at Mel's dress, cleaning the blood (>_<) off and patching the gashes.
"No, not a plane like that...a... a shuttle...like Johnnie's"
Renkai launches a disc at the board
Vickory stops for a moment to glare, "Hey! Don't you folks even ask before just dropping into peoples heads? That's very... well, maybe things are different here but do you mind avoiding my head... Please."
Vickory seems more shocked and flustered over it rather than angry, but clearly it isn't something minor.
Phaezeriel's thoughts come again to everyone within speaking distance, tinged with apology and a small amount of sadness, ::My apologies. But if I am to communicate with you, this is the only way that it can happen as I am unable to speak. Be assured, I am in no way invading the sanctity of your mind, nor am I in any way in your head, nor will I do any of these things against your wishes. If you wish me to cease communicating with you, then I shall do so. But this form of communication will have no more effect on you than a sound wave would by causing your eardrums to vibrate.::
Vickory ponders for a long moment, "I know what telepathy is and isn't, but where I come from, only intimates or siblings, or sometimes really close friends, use telepathy with each other. If you can't speak otherwise then only speak to me at need." Vickory seems very flustered but thoughtful at the moment.
"Oh..."
He pauses for a moment, magic-ing silently, dependant on your magic vision or just working on the dress if you don't see magic auras at this moment.
"Who was it? Do we know where the attack came from?"
An razor sharp icicle impales itself just off center of the target a short web of frost grows out from where it is planted.
"Oh..."
He pauses for a moment, magic-ing silently, dependant on your magic vision or just working on the dress if you don't see magic auras at this moment.
"Who was it? Do we know where the attack came from?"
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An razor sharp icicle impales itself just off center of the target a short web of frost grows out from where it is planted.
"Vai..."
Flick* *flick* *flick*
"The pretty blond girl? But she was so nice. Why would she attack the school?"
He finishes the dress and hangs it over a mannequin.
He looks at the sleeping kizmetz and holds some fabric strips up next to his fur.
"The pretty blond girl? But she was so nice. Why would she attack the school?"
He finishes the dress and hangs it over a mannequin.
He looks at the sleeping kizmetz and holds some fabric strips up next to his fur.
"Supposedly...she's got a doppalganger or something.... but all I know is she is dangerous to melody..."
*Thock *
"Is that how that happened?" he says, gesturing to Mel's dress.
"I'm really confused now. Mel was helping her put her boyfriend together after he exploded the other day. Why would she attack her now?"
He picks one fabric and puts the others away, running the light green color he chose out of his machine.
He sets to work on Kizmetz's collar.
Glare of death™
"I don't know"
"What's that look for? What'd I say?"
His ears pull back and looks a little afraid, but mostly saddened by your sudden look of hatred and disdain.
Every bit the submissive Omega, this one.
"What's that look for? What'd I say?"
His ears pull back and looks a little afraid, but mostly saddened by your sudden look of hatred and disdain.
Every bit the submissive Omega, this one.
"her boyfriend is right here you know..." Renkai sighs and relents...
"I dont know why." he admits
"/Vai's/ boyfriend..." he protests.
He doesn't just make a collar.
He bunches up and folds it and ends up with this in light green.
"Do you wanna put it on him or should I? I can try to get it on him without waking him up."
He takes a tag out of a box of buttons and things.
"You can use this if you can figure out a way to engrave it."
"/Vai's/ boyfriend..." he protests.
He doesn't just make a collar.
He bunches up and folds it and ends up with this in light green.
"Do you wanna put it on him or should I? I can try to get it on him without waking him up."
He takes a tag out of a box of buttons and things.
"You can use this if you can figure out a way to engrave it."
"oh!" renkai looks sheepish...
and renkai looks at the bowtie... "I... think you should, I have tools with which to engrave a tag"
"It's OK. I should've been more specific, I guess."
He undoes the clip on the back of the collar
"Do you have the tool here? It needs to be on before I put it on him. Unless you want to try to get it on him after..."
He hands the tag to Renkai. It's very cold from where he has been holding it.
He tosses the fabric scraps into a basket.
The knife has melted out of the dart board into an evaporating pool on the floor.
"It's OK. I should've been more specific, I guess."
He undoes the clip on the back of the collar
"Do you have the tool here? It needs to be on before I put it on him. Unless you want to try to get it on him after..."
He hands the tag to Renkai. It's very cold from where he has been holding it.
He tosses the fabric scraps into a basket.The knife has melted out of the dart board into an evaporating pool on the floor.
Renkai pulls a thin knife out and carves gently in a neat flowing script:
"Kizmetz""There you go" he says handing the warmed metal back
He takes the tag back.
"Maybe your name should go on it too. So they can find you if anything happens. Here. Let me see that knife."
If Renkai gives it to him he puts "RENKAI" under kizmetz.
His handwriting is really good when he isn't scribbling, the script of some kind of trained dignitary or nobility.
He attaches it to the collar.
He takes the tag back.
"Maybe your name should go on it too. So they can find you if anything happens. Here. Let me see that knife."
If Renkai gives it to him he puts "RENKAI" under kizmetz.
His handwriting is really good when he isn't scribbling, the script of some kind of trained dignitary or nobility.
He attaches it to the collar.
"Hey no... ugh..." pinching the bridge of his nose... "he isnt mine... he's his..."
Since Renaki says this before he does it, Renkai's name is not on the tag.
"Well I think he thinks he's yours. But if you don't want to..."
He puts the tag on the collar. It hangs down under the bowtie.
"Now to get it on..."
He moves up silently to the table.
He slips it around Kizmetz's neck and clips it.
Since Renaki says this before he does it, Renkai's name is not on the tag.
"Well I think he thinks he's yours. But if you don't want to..."
He puts the tag on the collar. It hangs down under the bowtie.
"Now to get it on..."
He moves up silently to the table.
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He slips it around Kizmetz's neck and clips it.
the cat is like a cement block... "eek" it chirps sleepily.. it rolls onto its other side
While he rolls he let's him roll over the rest of the collar, clipping it on the other side when he stops.
If that doesn't work, there's one more trick he knows from personal experience...
::They were probably drawn here by Aegythrax's... activities:: Vai replies through the Collective, a note of bitterness and discomfort in her voice, as she flutters along, grim-faced. ::If they're interested in pain and suffering, then I'm guessing He drew them here.::
Anahita, if she had a response, did not share it via the Collective-- off and away, doing her scouting, stealthy-like, while keeping an eye on the form of Vai while doing so.
Maya and Tryko'Sam seem to patiently stand about, waiting for a decision on what next, by those 'seeking out' the demons.
This really wasn't their bag at the moment, though offers to help were made.
Maya did look on with slight interest at the assembled, then peered up and away, as if hearing something in the distance, only to look back again casually around the room.
Stand near motionless
Vickory ponders for a long moment, "I know what telepathy is and isn't, but where I come from, only intimates or siblings, or sometimes really close friends, use telepathy with each other. If you can't speak otherwise then only speak to me at need." Vickory seems very flustered but thoughtful at the moment.
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"Bleek" it. Says, startled by the choky thing around its neck...
Belyu stays by Yrrin, swords in hand and ready to use them at a moments notice if needed. Something causes her to shiver for just a moment, but she shakes it off and keeps walking..
"Shh. It's OK. People need to know who you are." He coos to Kizmetz softly in Catfolk.
He loosens it a little so it is just tight enough to stay on. Any looser and it might fall off.
"Better?"
"Shh. It's OK. People need to know who you are." He coos to Kizmetz softly in Catfolk.
He loosens it a little so it is just tight enough to stay on. Any looser and it might fall off.
"Better?"
Bleek" it chirps and looks around... then hops off the table and starts running around, wind blowing through its bow
"Well, that either means that he likes it or he's trying to run away from it."
"Well, that either means that he likes it or he's trying to run away from it."
he is confused and intrigued by this... leaf on his neck... it feels odd, but not bad...
*Bounce, bounce, jump, roll, purrrrrr*
"Smells like he's at least OK with it. He'll get used to it."
He goes back to his table.
"What next, dwarf Guy's kilt or base for band uniforms?"
"Smells like he's at least OK with it. He'll get used to it."
He goes back to his table.
"What next, dwarf Guy's kilt or base for band uniforms?"
"your band has uniforms?" renkai laughs slightly... "Who all is in your band?"
"Not uniform, uniforms. They fit a theme and look good on stage. Melody is going to help me make them light up for the shows."
He runs a bunch of deep black fabric out of the machine.
"It's Dave on bass, Dom on guitar and vocals and me on keys. We need a drummer, but I can keep beat if we don't find one."
"Not uniform, uniforms. They fit a theme and look good on stage. Melody is going to help me make them light up for the shows."
He runs a bunch of deep black fabric out of the machine.
"It's Dave on bass, Dom on guitar and vocals and me on keys. We need a drummer, but I can keep beat if we don't find one."
"Okay... and you have everyone's measurements already, and can remember them flawlessly? or did you write them down?" Renkai questions
"Um... no effect on her vitals. I would suggest nanites, but I have the feeling they won't work either... I wasn't trained for anything like this..."
He chews on his bottom lip while working furiously at the data pad trying to analyze the flash of electricity.
a nurse approaches the doctor analyzing the energy pattern.
excuse me for intrupting sir. she says in a sweet and calming voice. I don't think using the nanites is a good idea. the annites will begin cellular repair based on known DNA patterns,since hers are unknown, the nanites would try and compensate with known patterns and that might actually kill her.
she takes a step back, afraid she is looking like she is challenging a superior physician. she appears to be trembling from her nervousness.
would it be better we allow her natural regeneration finish? I would be more concerned about what is going on in there she points to Mel's head.
there is not physical reason she is in this comma, something is wrong in there
the timid nurse takes anther step away from the table giving the doctor plenty of room to examine.
"I was just saying that I don't think nanites would work either. This energy would probably fry them. They would work if it wasn't for the energy. They replicate what they find. If they only worked on known species, we would've needed a lot more Ressurections. It looks like letting that run its course is our only option..."
He relents on the data pad, just looking over Melody himself. Trying to think of anything that might work.
The nurse lowers her head of course doctor, I'm sorry for questioning she responds in her ever so timid voice.
She goes over to another patient hugging her clipboard like its her only security.
she seemed like a smart girl, just lacking in experience.