She gives a brief smile then while closing her eye replies to Vare, "Is there a specific ... Spell, or technique to become a spirit of one's self? If we can do that, I believe Tryko'Sam's woes are complete. Just a quick change, grab his soul memories, and huzzah, transfer back once done. Does that make sense?"
Tryko'Sam smirk, "I'd prefer not to stay a spirit, mind you. I like being physical... If it even works."
"There are such spells which exist Maya, which projects' one's spirit onto the Astral Plane. Many of the other spells which deal with souls are necromantic in nature, and as such have not been the focus of my studies. My grasp of those spells is tenuous at best." Vare seems to pause for a moment, muttering to himself again. "Hm... Gluttony..."
"It would be possible to project Tryko'Sam's spirit outwards from his body, after Dimensionally Locking the space he is in to actually prevent travel to the Astral Plane, keeping the spirit here. When the spell ends, his spirit returns to the body. It /ought/ to work." he says, just a little unsure after the fact. "And if it does not, I may be able to develop a spell which should allow us to do exactly as you say. The school's library is extensive and I have a new tool which will help me to overcome my condition."
As midori sits contemplating what to do next the shower area is eerily silent, she is by herself which is probably what she wanted.
but in that silence she can now pick out a new sound that she was not expecting. She thinks she can hear the very faint sounds of a battle going on in one of the sim rooms nearby.
though this is probably not unexpected what was unexpected was what she thinks she heard.
"Lang are you alright?" in an ever so soft and muffled voice. though she cannot immediately recognize who's voice it was, as it was muffled by the walls and the distance. Could she have heard this or was her mind just playing tricks on her. Lang and Hew were on her mind recently...
Midori had been about to go in search of Tanaka-senpai when she heard the sounds of battle, ears perking and instantly alert, her shurikens find their way to her hands as she creeps towards the sounds. She opens the doors stealthily, knowing that quiet was her greatest weapon.
Kuros
"then do the second one, were they blind they would be much less of a danger to the others"
Dave casts detect compulsion
and skeets casts collapse on the attacker
"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?"
"Yeah, we do. Trust me, I'm fine." She says with a smile. Rubbing her arms to warm them. It wasn't as chilly in here as she thought it would be. That was good...
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"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."
"I'm not really sure how I did it. It's like I can see places, and make letters there out of light."
She walked in the front doors and looked around. It was pretty much how she remembered it. But it was strange to walk in the front doors. She was used to sneaking in places. She shrugged and headed for the Headmaster's office.
As is typical, the door is closed.
"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.
"Did what?" Kitty hears Mrs. Dacamara ask as she leaves. Michael grimly explains the recent events at the school, which does nothing to improve his mother's mood.
Janie was jamming out in one of the music practice rooms, losing herself in the rhythms of the drums. Here things made sense. Just her and the beat. No crazy people running around blowing stuff up. For a place that was supposed to be safe, there seemed to be an awful lot of attacks here at the school.
A silver haired boy steps quietly into the room and leans against the door frame. Eyes closed, he just listens, letting the beat of the drums sink in. She wasn't bad, not bad at all.
"I don't know where Tarka is. She's making me meet people today. I think that even if I find her she'll just disappear again."
He begins putting distance between him and the grabby plant.
"Oh, well then so far so good I guess? Why couldn't you get out of that, your claws look pretty sharp."
"The first person I met left to talk to someone else. And my claws aren't very good. I couldn't get the plant to stop. I tried to get it once but then it got my hands too. I'm not very strong..."
"aren't you a dragon though? don't you breath fire or ice or something like that?"
"Thanks. I guess I'm just going to have to live with whatever happens. I'm not entirely sure if I'm more scared of him saying no or him saying yes. I should've thought this through more, but I hardly understand it as is, let alone if I try and put logic behind any if this..."
He quietly pads across the floor and sets it next to Maya.
"You can try that if you like. I don't know how to use it and probably won't."
He pads back as the man comes in with the cart.
"Oh. Thank you."
He checks the cart over with interest.
"How did you do that without talking? Is this stuff real if I take it out of here? Clothes made of fake stuff don't end well... not that it seems that much of any clothing ends well on you, Sammy."
He tries to copy Tryko'Sam's brand of comedy, complete with a smile like the one he makes when he makes a joke.
Tybalt has been avoiding floating or teleporting while in the room, as Tryko'Sam doesn't seemto enjoy aanything of magical nature.
"You have my thanks, young cat person," Maya says while giving the device a quick glance. "As for the real ness of your work, I'm fairly certain that ought to be the last thing in one's thoughts while in a simulation room, right?" She flashes a warm smile and the replies to Vare before Tryko'Sam interrupts her.
"I told you, no voodoo s!%@, and certainly no transforming into spirit stuff, as if that would even work. Rather just relearn, adapt and survive, okay?" He folds his arms on his chest after saying such.
Maya replies after a moment, "Perhaps... If I were to interact with his soul or spirit, I could retrieve the memories thusly, with your assistance, Wizard Vare, and return here to bestow them? Does, or rather, is that viable in theory? Alterations to his physical state did have a tendency to ... Not last. I recall that much."
Royston is out in the grounds, on a garden,
He's feet bear, jacket off, he moves, doing Ti Che.
Slow and steady eyes closed body relaxed.
Carl let's Tinman fly now, he's near perfect on the runs, Carl over sees the loading and off loading of Fire birds.
Amber, Opel and gang are sat perched as tiny fey dragons high on a roof top looking down at the crazy town below. Fighting running around crazyness, they have no idea what's going on in Kronos, but they now to keep out of the way for now.
"so much for the shopping trip"
Says Opel
"You can just call me Tybalt," he replies with a smile.
He walks back over to the machine and starts poking things trying to figure it out.
It doesn't take him long to get it working and he starts on Tryko'Sam's clothes using the material and thread he brought on the sim room sewing machine.
"I can make lightning, but I'm not big enough for it to do much."
He walks back inside the school.
Midori had been about to go in search of Tanaka-senpai when she heard the sounds of battle, ears perking and instantly alert, her shurikens find their way to her hands as she creeps towards the sounds. She opens the doors stealthily, knowing that quiet was her greatest weapon.
She follows the sounds (following a bit difficult as the sounds are so faint) but her Shinobi trained ears are able to track them to a sim room indicating an active battle going on inside.
She opens the door and manages to slip through a simulation of some castle ruins. She soon finds a safe spot to spy what is going on.
There appears to be a battle Hew and Lang appear to be working together to battle some evil wizard or possibly sorcerer.
Lang appears to be on the ground, having probably just taken a hit and Hew is by his side sword drawn defending him.
Lang is lying face down having just fallen after loosing concentration on his flight.
looking about, he spies several puddles of water and gives a little smile to himself, he has a plan.
Lang looks over toward Hew and whispers "I am fine Hew, but he doesn't know that" Lang gives a wink to Hew.
"lightning's cool, can you do anything else like fly or use magic?"
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.::
Renkai's mental voice is creepily emotionless.... especially after his panicked first contact
::fine, I will wait::
"I have wings... and I don't know about magic. I could try something maybe. I felt a tingly feeling when I sung a song to a sad person earlier..."
arthur walks over next to renkai "how she doing?"
"She is not herself, she will not speak to me... the demon girl ginni is in her mind..." Renkai is obviously not happy...
"cool," grim walks with him for a bit not saying much "do you want to meet my other friends? we were going to hang out in the sim rooms,"
"what do you mean not herself?"
Renkai opens his mouth to explain then abruptly closes it... then levels a glare at you....
"You." He states murderously
"Boys please. I don't know what plan on doing, but I would appreciate if you would /kindly/ handle this /away/ from my patient."
He isn't /quite/ shouting, but he is clearly in no mood for your shenanigans.
"OK. I don't know if they will like me, though. A lot of people don't like me..."
"wait what? are you saying she's me? cause that would be all kinds of messed up" he then chuckles uncomfortably with his hands in a placating position
"She went with you....this is your fault..." his voice is dangerously lowered
He completely ignores the doctor.
"Woah now you can't be pinning this on me" a high pich wirring one just on the edge of hearing, and the skin on his hands are covered in grey and orange metal.
Looking at his hands...
"You want to fight? Now? After what you did, I would love to strip your skin from your body but I have to go with the nurse to help melody... be thankful..."
Renkai turns and hustles to the nurse
"What do I need to do?"
"This is no one's /fault./ If you must push irrational blame on /someone/ it goes to Ms.Waverider. She left her post during repairs to the infirmary and the shuttles were her detention. I was here directing repairs and saw the whole thing. I also distinctly remember /you/ being a part of that. Now if you would /please/ do this somewhere /besides/ the crowded emergency medical facility. Thank you."
He scolds them without taking his eyes off the monitor.
The usually quiet and jumpy man is now /very/ cross.
He pushes his glasses up and continues to watch his pad linked to the machines now monitoring both Ginni and Melody.
She walked in the front doors and looked around. It was pretty much how she remembered it. But it was strange to walk in the front doors. She was used to sneaking in places. She shrugged and headed for the Headmaster's office.As is typical, the door is closed.
Normally she would take that as a challenge, but she had her orders. So she knocked.
Normally she would take that as a challenge, but she had her orders. So she knocked.She walked in the front doors and looked around. It was pretty much how she remembered it. But it was strange to walk in the front doors. She was used to sneaking in places. She shrugged and headed for the Headmaster's office.As is typical, the door is closed.
Standing at attention beside the door is a man in full imperial military uniform.
"Miss," he greets neutrally with a nod
"Oh god, my head... What do i do with this lady? I can feel my mind clouding up, and i can't keep her restrained much longer."
"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."Did what?" Kitty hears Mrs. Dacamara ask as she leaves. Michael grimly explains the recent events at the school, which does nothing to improve his mother's mood.
Kitty came back a few minutes later, still looking pale and jumpy. She headed straight for Michael, gripping his hand tightly.
Janie was jamming out in one of the music practice rooms, losing herself in the rhythms of the drums. Here things made sense. Just her and the beat. No crazy people running around blowing stuff up. For a place that was supposed to be safe, there seemed to be an awful lot of attacks here at the school.A silver haired boy steps quietly into the room and leans against the door frame. Eyes closed, he just listens, letting the beat of the drums sink in. She wasn't bad, not bad at all.
Janie paused at the end of a riff, winded. She reaches for the water bottle she keeps near her as she practices and looks up as she does so.
"Oh. Hello. I didn't know you were there. You're welcome to listen. I don't mind. I'm Janie Twofeather. I don't think I've seen you around before."
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.::
Renkai's mental voice is creepily emotionless.... especially after his panicked first contact
::fine, I will wait::
Ginni stepped back into the room where the Melody she knew was waiting.
"Okay, he agreed to wait. He wasn't happy about it. I think he resents me more than a little right now. Last night didn't help that any."
Normally she would take that as a challenge, but she had her orders. So she knocked.She walked in the front doors and looked around. It was pretty much how she remembered it. But it was strange to walk in the front doors. She was used to sneaking in places. She shrugged and headed for the Headmaster's office.As is typical, the door is closed.Standing at attention beside the door is a man in full imperial military uniform.
"Miss," he greets neutrally with a nod
She eyed him with interest. "Well, you're not the Headmaster," she said, amused. Her voice had a distinct accent to it, but it was still clear and understandable.
"I am not, I am Archimedes Iosus. I am also here to speak with the headmaster." Archimedes speaks concisely, wasting no words, his accent is neutral, it could be from anywhere.
Though his suit says exactly where he is from
igni walks to renkai, as emotionless as he is at first.
"Wow. I don't know what she sees in you. You're in immature hatchling who can't help but shift blame to others because you can't handle flaws in your "love", or to deal with your guilt of not being able to have done something. Things happen, they always will. When something bad happens, it isn't always someone else's fault. You just want it to be his fault because you are worried that she may like him better then you. You need to grow up."
he becomes increasingly heated as he speaks, displaying more emotion then ever, unfinished glowing red hot sword held at his side.