"Great work!" Hew shouts to Lang. He locks his gaze on to the sorcerer climbing to his feet from the gust of wind. After a quick chant Hew runs his hand across the length of the blade. Leaving a light blue glow.
The sorcerer rolled to his back and raised his staff toward Hew. A fiery glow grew in intensity before launching out.
With a slash of the glowing blade the fireball dissipated away, leaving only a few embers floating to the ground. Quickly Hew charged ahead and slashed at the sorcerer. The blueish glow splashes out, as a frost spell, snap freezing the sorcerer's chest.
The sorcerer reeling from the frozen pain looks for an opportunity to escape the frozen barrage. quickly unleashes a hail of missiles at both Hew and Lang. Hew is able to defend against the magic assault but Lang is ill prepared this time and several missiles strike Lang in the chest.
The sudden pain courses through Lang and he looses concentration on his flight and falls to the ground.
realizing the imminent thud Lang's instincts kick it and he manages to cushion himself on an air blanket before hitting.
Lang is down for a bit recovering from the hit. the barrier of air that was protecting both Hew and Lang is gone.
Lang should have been prepared for that but for some reason he seems to be holding back. trying to give as much of the action to Hew
"Since Chara gets fixed with fire when she gets hurt, maybe you can go to a birdy camp and help fix people. Like a big fixing magic for fire-people."
She spins her index fingers around each other as she talks.
"Uh....right. Well, I suppose that's true that it could be helpful if I could maybe gain some control of it....I just haven't spent much time around other firebirds. And what little I have didn't go so great," she added thinking of the avatar temple on Haven where her ability to heal other firebirds had been anything but helpful.
Ginni startled, feeling another presence.
"Melody, can you feel that? Renkai is trying to contact your mind....is this something that will help or hurt right now?"
Mel looks worried.at the news.
I don't know. I love him and want his help, but I'm afriad he may not have the tact we need to pull this off.
Mel turns away from Ginni and sits down and begins to try an concentrate.
I am trying to make contact. but with the isolation properties of this room I can't get through. Ginni you will have to tell him I'm OK. and to stay nearby in case I need him.
Ginni nodded and walked to the doorway between the two rooms, stepping just a little bit into the outer room.
::Renkai? Can you hear me? It's Ginni. I'm trying to help Melody right now. She says to tell you that she's okay. It's a bit complicated. I can explain later. She probably won't remember most of this. Anyways, if you can stay near in case she needs you that would be good. But for now, let us keep working on solving this problem. Please.::
Mithros was piloting shuttle 4, which if Raelle asks is refueling on pad 12.
Raelle asked one of the crew if they knew where to find Mithros and they pointed her to pad 12 so she headed over, trying to find him so she could apologize.
"Mithros?" she called out, not sure whether he had stepped out of the shuttle for a break or if he was still inside.
"It'll be okay, whatever it is. I've known people to come back from some very, very bad things, and you'll be no different, okay? You're a strong girl."
"I used to think so," she said almost too quietly to hear. Even Saffire seemed sluggish and subdued.
"I think I need to go use the washroom. Michael, you can explain to your mom what happened. I don't think I can bear to hear it again. I get so scared when I think about it, I think that maybe being invisible wasn't so bad," she admitted.
Rena watches, feeling a little unsettled at Shaypeer's reaction, though she doesn't tighten herself up at all, given that Asha was nestled in her feathered coils. "Why is he smiling like that?" she asks uneasily. "Is it typical for students to be called to the Sim Rooms?"From whatever security feed Aanada has using, she would see Shaypeer look up from his art work, consider something a moment, then pack up his things, stuffing his large book under left arm and with a confident smile started heading over.
Asha stroked Rena's scales, trying to soothe her.
"Well, it was pretty unspecific. Maybe he thinks he's being asked to come here for a good reason?
Mostly recovered from her intense training, Midori briefly wonders how long it has been since she bathed, remembering only the night with the onsen-like tubs outside as her most recent experience with that. Where were the baths here? She creeps out of her room, and places a hand on the wall calling forth the arrows for baths, following them stealithily through the halls, hoping fervently that she didn't run into either Hew-kun or Zilla-chan right at that moment.The arrows lead her either back into her room or towards the gym which had showers in the locker rooms.
"I think I need to go use the washroom. Michael, you can explain to your mom what happened. I don't think I can bear to hear it again. I get so scared when I think about it, I think that maybe being invisible wasn't so bad," she admitted.
"Oh, Kitty..." He hugs her tightly, trying to will her into feeling better. He'd find the monster that had done thus to her and make it pay.
Mostly recovered from her intense training, Midori briefly wonders how long it has been since she bathed, remembering only the night with the onsen-like tubs outside as her most recent experience with that. Where were the baths here? She creeps out of her room, and places a hand on the wall calling forth the arrows for baths, following them stealithily through the halls, hoping fervently that she didn't run into either Hew-kun or Zilla-chan right at that moment.The arrows lead her either back into her room or towards the gym which had showers in the locker rooms.
Midori follows the arrows eagerly towards her destination, trying to maintain a degree of stealthiness so as to avoid any more unpleasantness...
Anyone passing closing to Midori catches a distinct whiff of sweat, and the girl's pitch black hair is slightly damp with it. She must've really worked herself hard.
Asha stroked Rena's scales, trying to soothe her.
"Well, it was pretty unspecific. Maybe he thinks he's being asked to come here for a good reason?
Rena doesn't /quite/ respond to the stroke in the same way as she might have in her humanoid form - there's no shiver of pleasure, but she does definitely push back against the hand affectionately, enjoying the touch. Given Asha's experience with Rena thus far, she might guess that Rena's natural sensuality likely made her an easy mark for the way she was manipulated - amping up her natural tendencies rather than changing them. "Maybe. I hope Shaypeer is innocent, I had thought he was a good person."
"I got some light powers. I make light. Give you some prisms to work with and I can even make different colors." He explains, holding up a ball of soft white light in his hands before starting to eat. "I'm trying to figure out new stuff to do with it."
"Hmm... that is very interesting Anthony." Repp says thoughtfully, eyes fixed on the ball of light. Anthony might note that Repp's eyes glow ever so slightly for just a moment... "Perhaps we should try some experiments? What can you do already?"
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"See now that's the attitude to have, one you may learn something, and two they may let you piolet the shuttles if you don't cause to much trouble, go with the flow and you'll be better able to catch your wave outa here, or you might decide you don't want to go, either way, you'll have an easier time of it,..." He pauses and his smile looses a bit of it's luster and he sighs "look I'm not trying to make up your mind for you, I'm just trying to get you to think for yourself"
"I think I need to go use the washroom. Michael, you can explain to your mom what happened. I don't think I can bear to hear it again. I get so scared when I think about it, I think that maybe being invisible wasn't so bad," she admitted."Oh, Kitty..." He hugs her tightly, trying to will her into feeling better. He'd find the monster that had done thus to her and make it pay.
She clung to him, finding some comfort in the contact. But eventually she pulled away.
"I wasn't just saying that about needing to use the washroom. I'll be back in a couple minutes. I mean, it should be reasonably safe here, right? Whoever did it is still back at Avalon," she said, trying to take control of her nervousness and heading off to use the little girls room in private.
"We can help you work on it." :)
She continues to finish her meal.
"Cariban's tiny dress is really cute." :)
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"Yes you should wear it. The Cariban that talks to other people wants a dress to match mine."
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"Well if you want to decide how you get to look, you should talk to other people too."
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"Well that's not /my/ fault..."
Rena doesn't /quite/ respond to the stroke in the same way as she might have in her humanoid form - there's no shiver of pleasure, but she does definitely push back against the hand affectionately, enjoying the touch. Given Asha's experience with Rena thus far, she might guess that Rena's natural sensuality likely made her an easy mark for the way she was manipulated - amping up her natural tendencies rather than changing them. "Maybe. I hope Shaypeer is innocent, I had thought he was a good person."Asha stroked Rena's scales, trying to soothe her.
"Well, it was pretty unspecific. Maybe he thinks he's being asked to come here for a good reason?
"He might be. He might have been manipulated too. But we also have to be prepared for him not being a good person and maybe being either a demon or a demon's willing accomplice. At least that's what I got from what the professors were saying. Uh....what's a demon? I get that it's something bad. I can pick up that much from context. But I don't know what it actually is."
"See now that's the attitude to have, one you may learn something, and two they may let you piolet the shuttles if you don't cause to much trouble, go with the flow and you'll be better able to catch your wave outa here, or you might decide you don't want to go, either way, you'll have an easier time of it,..." He pauses and his smile looses a bit of it's luster and he sighs "look I'm not trying to make up your mind for you, I'm just trying to get you to think for yourself"
"I am thinking for myself, it just is not identical to the way you think." Archimedes says simply, pushing open the front door.
And now I must find the Warden...
Arthur follows "good, good, that's a start I suppose, it looked like you let your military do your thinking for you,"
"Perhaps we can play some chess or something of the like after my meeting with the warden"
He walks down the middle of the hall
the bear re-animates itself. "Hmm? Ah, sorry. I had some thinking to do. Oh, wow, who made this? It's very nice."
The sorcerer reeling from the frozen pain looks for an opportunity to escape the frozen barrage. quickly unleashes a hail of missiles at both Hew and Lang. Hew is able to defend against the magic assault but Lang is ill prepared this time and several missiles strike Lang in the chest.
The sudden pain courses through Lang and he looses concentration on his flight and falls to the ground.
realizing the imminent thud Lang's instincts kick it and he manages to cushion himself on an air blanket before hitting.
Lang is down for a bit recovering from the hit. the barrier of air that was protecting both Hew and Lang is gone.
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"Lang!" Hew cries out as he sees his friend struck. He turned his attention back to the sorcerer, but it was too late. The sorcerer had already taken advantage of the opportunity. Hew had looked back just n time to see the cold hand of the sorcerer touch his shoulder. a dark energy pulsed from the hand draining away his life essence.
He pulled away with what strength he had left. Stumbling away Hew placed himself between Lang and the sorcerer. "Lang tell me your ok!" He yelled back hoping to get any kind of response.
"A pleasure, I'll have to introduce you to Hermes as well, it was nice meeting you, but I gotta go check on my friend in the infirmary"
"Of course," he says while going to the main office
In short order, Archimedes finds himself in front of the Main Office. A plain door with a simple label indicates that he has arrived at his destination. Upon opening the door, he will find a middle-aged Elf sitting at a desk in an uncomfortable looking chair. Around him float several sheets of paper which appear to have pens floating with them. Forms filling themselves out. The Elf himself is well-dressed and looks up from his work on the desk as the door opens. There is a name plaque on his desk which reads "Mr. Quillblood, Scribe".
"Good afternoon young Master." the elf says professionally. "How may I be of assistance?"
There are several other doors in the room, one of which is labeled "Headmaster".
In short order, Archimedes finds himself in front of the Main Office. A plain door with a simple label indicates that he has arrived at his destination. Upon opening the door, he will find a middle-aged Elf sitting at a desk in an uncomfortable looking chair. Around him float several sheets of paper which appear to have pens floating with them. Forms filling themselves out. The Elf himself is well-dressed and looks up from his work on the desk as the door opens. There is a name plaque on his desk which reads "Mr. Quillblood, Scribe".
"Good afternoon young Master." the elf says professionally. "How may I be of assistance?"
There are several other doors in the room, one of which is labeled "Headmaster".
"I must speak to the Warden, Mr. Quillblood." Archimedes says standing to attention
The elven scribe raises an eyebrow at the youth, taking a second look at him. One of the pens floating around him finishes it's task and ceases writing on the form, which then floats over into it's proper place in the filing cabinet next to the desk.
"Has our esteemed High Seer added a new title to his impressive resumé? he wonders aloud while a sheet of paper removes itself from a nearby stack and floats in front of the Scribe. A quill magically appears in the Scribe's hand, the tip already wet with ink. "If you are a new student, I will require your name before you speak with the Headmaster, if that is indeed who you seek. What is the name of this 'Warden'?" his hand rests easily above the paper, prepared to take down the youth's information.
The elven scribe raises an eyebrow at the youth, taking a second look at him. One of the pens floating around him finishes it's task and ceases writing on the form, which then floats over into it's proper place in the filing cabinet next to the desk.
"Has our esteemed High Seer added a new title to his impressive resumé? he wonders aloud while a sheet of paper removes itself from a nearby stack and floats in front of the Scribe. A quill magically appears in the Scribe's hand, the tip already wet with ink. "If you are a new student, I will require your name before you speak with the Headmaster, if that is indeed who you seek. What is the name of this 'Warden'?" his hand rests easily above the paper, prepared to take down the youth's information.
"I am Archimedes Iosus, I seek the Warden of this prison."
Tybalt will find outside the door to where Maya, Tryko'Sam and Vare, it's obvious the room is 'occupied', if that matters. If nothing else, it explains the brief pause before any response.
Within the room, Maya opens her eyes and says, "Were either of you expecting a visitor?"
Tryko'Sam shrugs, looking towards the door out.
Rising up, Maya goes towards the door and opens it, standing there to greet Tybalt.
"Hello, can I help you?"
Stretching while slouching further into the couch, Tryko'Sam shrugs again and says, "Well, if she was being lusty, I can agree with that -- as for demon possession? No one's head spun around and music wasn't playing backwards or nothing."
Looking briefly over at Maya, then to Vare, he ponders something quietly, not that Vare might make this out in the waking world, and folds his arms on his chest looking off once more out the windows to the green field.
"She certainly did enjoy physical contact. I dunno about you, but, it's not a sin unless someone religious calls it out that way, right? Who's to actually judge that?"
Maya smiles lightly as if hearing the conversation, but seems to continue concentrating.
Vare shakes his head to Maya when she asks if he was expecting a visitor. While she goes to answer the door, he continues discussing with Tryko'Sam.
"You... have strange ideas regarding demonic possesion, Tryko'Sam. It can be subtle or it can be obvious. There are fairly simple spells which protect against these things, though to be completely certain we would need an actual test. Hopefully we do not get the chance." Vare says evenly, though something about what Tryko'Sam had said clearly bothered him at least slightly. Ruffled feathers, if you will.
"Lust isn't necessarily just the contact, and it doesn't necessarily have to apply to just... sex. It's about unceasing focus on fulfilling base desires to the detriment of self and others." Vare attempts to explain, though obviously he is slightly uncomfortable discussing sex so openly. Perhaps inexperienced in it personally.
"I am Archimedes Iosus, I seek the Warden of this prison."
The scribe does take note of the name, his hand writing eloquent and quick.[ "Mr. Iosus, I believe you may have the wrong institution. This is a school for children with extraordinary powers, not a prison." the Scribe returns simply.
"The pained spirits of those who died are attempting to make the living feel their pain..." Yrrin responds calmly, taking point, and moving into the cave
"But... this isn't anywhere near to His liar. I..." Vai argues for a moment before stopping and shakes her head, blonde curls shimmering in the Light. "Nevermind. It's not important right now. We should move on quickly, shouldn't we?"
"Focus it so it can hit as hard as an arrow, making light like just now, and twice I've been able to use it to send a message to someone I couldn't see right then. What kind of experiments?"
"Send a message? How was that done?" Repp asks curiously, taking in the information almost greedily, eager to hear everything. "As for experiments, I'm not quite sure. There may be many different ways it can be used."
"He might be. He might have been manipulated too. But we also have to be prepared for him not being a good person and maybe being either a demon or a demon's willing accomplice. At least that's what I got from what the professors were saying. Uh....what's a demon? I get that it's something bad. I can pick up that much from context. But I don't know what it actually is."
"They really didn't teach you anything, did they?" Rena says softly, nudging Asha gently and affectionately with her massive muzzle. "Demons are generally evil creatures from a plane called the Abyss. They like to corrupt mortals, turning them to evil as well. Of course, there's more to them than that, but it's quick to say: they are usually bad."
"I am Archimedes Iosus, I seek the Warden of this prison."The scribe does take note of the name, his hand writing eloquent and quick.[ "Mr. Iosus, I believe you may have the wrong institution. This is a school for children with extraordinary powers, not a prison." the Scribe returns simply.
"I have been taken here, against my will, and cannot leave. This is a prison. Archimedes argues
Eventually, Shaypeer arrives at the SIM Room and gives it a short knock on the door, then stands there waiting.
Assuming that at some point the door is opened and he walks in, he does so without concern and seems to consider everyone in the room for a moment, giving a nod in greeting to the assembled before turning to the obvious professors asking, "Hello. Is there something you wish of me?"
Rena would realize he does recognize her, but doesn't seem affected one way or another by her current shape.
As for Shaypeer, he is a young male, human, impressive due primarily to his bearing, not his clothing or anything else. He definitely has an air about him of confidence.
"I have been taken here, against my will, and cannot leave. This is a prison. Archimedes argues
"I see. Are you able to tell me anything relevant? Why you were sent here, perhaps? Are you a danger to yourself or others? There are a few students that are not permitted to leave for that reason, if I am not mistaken." The Scribe returns again, voice completely calm.
"I see. Are you able to tell me anything relevant? Why you were sent here, perhaps? Are you a danger to yourself or others? There are a few students that are not permitted to leave for that reason, if I am not mistaken." The Scribe returns again, voice completely calm.
"I have been taken here, against my will, and cannot leave. This is a prison. Archimedes argues
"I was taken from my home by the Rebels, and they brought me here under duress, to this prison." He says this venomously but allows none of his anger to show in his stance or face, only his voice is colored by his emotion
Maybe he's busy... oh. Wait. Who's this?
The person Maya opens the door to is an amalgam of feline and humanoid features. It has pointed catlike ears that stand above the top of its head, tinted a light blue. Around the ears is a crop of jet black hair stood up in a messy fauxhawk with a streak each of teal, royal blue and purple. It has large-ish eyes that are mostly human with icy blue irises and a slitted catlike pupil. A short muzzle protrudes where a nose and mouth would be for a human with short whiskers on the sides of it and a blue cat type nose. It has a few more long whiskers from its upper cheeks. From the space between its eyes to down its neck is white with the rest of his head being black furred. It wears a white T-shirt and its arms are black with white fur gloved hands. It also wears a pair of loose jeans from which a long black tail protrudes with a cap of white. It has white cat type paws for feet with no shoes on. It is short, about dwarf size and has a thin physique.
There is a black folded table with some kind of wringer attachment leaned up against its leg and a basket of materials and other sewing supplies on the ground next to it. If you look closely there is a hedgehog curled up in the fabrics.
He pulls a closed smile as Maya opens the door.
"Uh. Hello there. The arrows said Tryko'Sam was here? I had my supplies with me and I remember he wanted some new clothes the other day. Is he here?"
He speaks in a voice that sounds a little like early teenage years, beginning to be deep but still a bit squeaky.
"I was taken from my home by the Rebels, and they brought me here under duress, to this prison." He says this venomously but allows none of his anger to show in his stance or face, only his voice is colored by his emotion
That finally causes the scribe to pause, all the floating pages and pens in the air around him cease their doings as he looks up from the page to the boy. "I wasn't aware Avalon was politically affiliated with anyone enough to hold prisoners for them. Tell me Mr. Iosus, were you a combatant in whatever war you speak of?"
"I was taken from my home by the Rebels, and they brought me here under duress, to this prison." He says this venomously but allows none of his anger to show in his stance or face, only his voice is colored by his emotionThat finally causes the scribe to pause, all the floating pages and pens in the air around him cease their doings as he looks up from the page to the boy. "I wasn't aware Avalon was politically affiliated with anyone enough to hold prisoners for them. Tell me Mr. Iosus, were you a combatant in whatever war you speak of?"
"I was a soldier in training when my base was raided, the Rebels brought me here to be 'properly' taught. I am not allowed to leave until I have been 'educated'. This is a prison." he says with disdain
"I see. So you are a Prisoner of War. Well, I assure you that Avalon is far more comfortable than being in certain camps." the Scribe says dangerously, the emphasis and the threat on the word Camp is apparent. "However, we cannot force you to learn. Whatever these rebels may believe, Avalon is no propaganda machine, nor is mental tampering through psionics or magic permitted without explicit permission from the subject. Do not fear for your free will. Now, tell me: do you wish to learn as a student here, or do you wish to be treated as a prisoner and confined to your quarters?" The floating writing tools have not yet resumed their work, the Scribe's full attention now directed to the boy standing at attention.
"I see. So you are a Prisoner of War. Well, I assure you that Avalon is far more comfortable than being in certain camps." the Scribe says dangerously, the emphasis and the threat on the word Camp is apparent. "However, we cannot force you to learn. Whatever these rebels may believe, Avalon is no propaganda machine, nor is mental tampering through psionics or magic permitted without explicit permission from the subject. Do not fear for your free will. Now, tell me: do you wish to learn as a student here, or do you wish to be treated as a prisoner and confined to your quarters?" The floating writing tools have not yet resumed their work, the Scribe's full attention now directed to the boy standing at attention.
"Warden, I have had no choice in my education, no choice in my home, no choice in anything in my life. But, if you are offering me the choice between student and prisoner, I would choose student, though I doubt my wishes make any difference to you." You can tell that your threat of /camps/ has had no effect on the boy, he has a strong will and is not easily swayed, however your offer of a choice has given birth to a small spark of hope or disbelief in his eyes...
"He might be. He might have been manipulated too. But we also have to be prepared for him not being a good person and maybe being either a demon or a demon's willing accomplice. At least that's what I got from what the professors were saying. Uh....what's a demon? I get that it's something bad. I can pick up that much from context. But I don't know what it actually is.""They really didn't teach you anything, did they?" Rena says softly, nudging Asha gently and affectionately with her massive muzzle. "Demons are generally evil creatures from a plane called the Abyss. They like to corrupt mortals, turning them to evil as well. Of course, there's more to them than that, but it's quick to say: they are usually bad."
"Well, they didn't think I needed to know anything other than how to look pretty and do as I was told."
"So...a plane is...what exactly?"
Before Rena could answer her Shaypeer arrived. Asha looked at him with open curiosity, but didn't say anything.
Eventually, Shaypeer arrives at the SIM Room and gives it a short knock on the door, then stands there waiting.
Assuming that at some point the door is opened and he walks in, he does so without concern and seems to consider everyone in the room for a moment, giving a nod in greeting to the assembled before turning to the obvious professors asking, "Hello. Is there something you wish of me?"
Rena would realize he does recognize her, but doesn't seem affected one way or another by her current shape.
As for Shaypeer, he is a young male, human, impressive due primarily to his bearing, not his clothing or anything else. He definitely has an air about him of confidence.
"Yes, there is. Please come in. It would seem that there is a demon targeting students of Avalon. We've had several cases already, and it's come to our attention that you might be one of the affected. Once Miss Jones is finished with the student she's working with now, she would like to scan you as well to make sure, if you wouldn't mind," she said in a tone that clearly communicated that none of this was actually a request.
Mithros was piloting shuttle 4, which if Raelle asks is refueling on pad 12.Raelle asked one of the crew if they knew where to find Mithros and they pointed her to pad 12 so she headed over, trying to find him so she could apologize.
"Mithros?" she called out, not sure whether he had stepped out of the shuttle for a break or if he was still inside.
Just as she's about to leave, she'l hear a groggy voice from within the shuttle.
"I'm here, just catching a little sleep while they refuel. Whay can I do for you, Miss Del Sol?"
Hermes pilots the shuttle back and forth was such robotic efficiency that air traffic begins to schedule him to take other shuttles' loads.
As this Shaypeer person, who might be part of the demonic problem enters, Silinrul bares his claws, ready to defend his sister. Or, he admits with an inward smile, to aid her in rending this potential threat to shreds.
"Yes, there is. Please come in. It would seem that there is a demon targeting students of Avalon. We've had several cases already, and it's come to our attention that you might be one of the affected. Once Miss Jones is finished with the student she's working with now, she would like to scan you as well to make sure, if you wouldn't mind," she said in a tone that clearly communicated that none of this was actually a request.
"A demon targeting students? Do you mean the one that's going around eating people's emotions and affecting them subtly-- or a different one? I'm aware of a few demon or demon touched beings in the school. I'm fairly certain at this point I would fit into that category as well, though, I don't see as I've broken any rules. I most certainly have not imposed my abilities on anyone who didn't agree to anything. Scan me for what, though? I can see that your manner isn't one of polite requests, is this an inquisition?" He looks over at Miss Jones.
There's a continued confident look on his face, but he certainly doesn't come off as anything more than ..well, confident.
Neither of the Professors would recognize his physical appearance from any of the classes, though, depending on their memories, he does bare some familiarity to another student.
His name certainly isn't in the records as was given by Rena, or himself to her.