"Include no talking in the student's restraints so I can resist the urge to slap him," she said testily, hitting a button on her headband, and the nanite barrier holding him in place also held his mouth closed.
"So, he doesn't realize what he is doing then." Rena said after a moment, her anger bleeding away, replaced by a kind of sadness. The serpentine body slumps and little the head moving closer to Asha, but turning to face Aananda to speak. "I... what do we do now? How do we track down the real culprit, if this person is just a pawn?"
Not expecting Hew to take such a hit. lang jumps to his feet with a renewed vigor. with a sudden fury balls of water are pulled from the puddles and harden into solid ice You hurt my friend , You should know better than to piss me off! Its as if a never ending barrage of ice shards fly at the sorcerer eventually impaling him to the ground.
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Midori's heart aches as she watches Hew being rended by the claws of the enemy. Hew-kun hated her now... but she couldn't just sit by. Lang-kun was right, now was the time to attack!
A hail of shuriken fly out from Midori's hidden location, aiming to perforate the sorcerer who has his claws in her friend. She doesn't leave her hidden location, indeed she triggers her invisibility power, getting more practiced at it. She knows Hew-kun doesn't want to see her right now.
Mel looks around then to the doctor. she tries to speak but her throat still in pain, she stops trying.
she starts to fumble around apparently looking for something.
The fight seemingly over Lang first glances at the enmy making sure there is no threat but notices the killing blow was not his ice, but a small metal shuriken impaled into his head. Lang looks around for the personthat threw it. seeing nobody Lang turns to Hew checking his condition.
best get you fixed up there bud. I think we have a special protector to thank for helping us. Lang comments examining the shuriken.
only one person would use such a weapon, I wonder where she is
Belsayv
The group does eventually move deeper into the cave, leaving the chill air of the entrance, and the haunted area behind them. As they're advancing down the cave, it becomes abundantly clear that this cave is not a natural formation. The walls become smooth and the cave becomes almost perfectly round, only slightly oblong in the horizontal axis. A slickly green light seems to emanate from some distance down the tunnel, but it's source is currently unseen...
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Repp seems to think for a second, considering something. "Indeed? Perhaps this is some kind of latent Seer powers, if you can see distant things. How bright can you make the light? Does it have any force behind it?" Repp asks, curiousity at this new puzzle overflowing, as he watches Anthony with keen interest.
"Well, I know I can't blind anyone by making it bright. I can't get the power strong enough. I can make it hit as hard as an arrow though, so I guess if I hit their eye with a bolt I'd blind them."
"Kitty, you couldn't have ever expected what happened to happen. It's not your fault.""Then why does it feel like it is?" she asked plaintively.
"Because you're sad."
She took up the beat, a little awkward with it for the first measure. It wasn't a style of music she was all that familiar with, but she was a quick study.
As they play their instruments faint, ephemeral figures begin to move around to the music, dancing for the split second they're visible.
"Hmm... what kinda of assistance would you need? If he does not want his soul pushed out of his body, then it will be a little more difficult. Perhaps I might be able to develop a spell that would allow such an interaction though Maya. How would you retrieve the memories?" he asks thoughtfully, staring off into space at the moment while pondering all the potential options. He is seated cross-legged, though that isn't obvious under his robes. His chin rests in one hand as he stares off into space, oblivious to the conversation between Tryko'Sam and Tybalt.
Maya says, again with eyes shut, "Well, effectively-- I'm not sure I can actually speak with his soul memories, or spirit, as you understand it, or theorize, so a nudge in the how to do that is useful. You said a spell might, a mathematical manipulation of energies, effectively? Or is there something more to it than that? Sorry to make it simplistic, just looking for the theme here, or the ideal. Once I have that, I might attempt what I was thinking-- which I'm fairly sure will work. Allowing for, what you're claiming is fact, and which I've only come to grasp as possible, to occur. Plus he'd have to agree to it, I suppose, or it's forced."
Tryko'Sam smirks at Maya's comment and adds, "Damn straight. No imposing your will on me, lady, that'd be bad."
Glancing over to Tybalt again, Tryko'Sam says, "Do you guys have ...jeans here? and simple t-shirts? The town had some supply stores too, in case you needed a reference. I'm not an artist, so ... could try draw a shape."
"So... like, the voice that talks to Tarka? It said it made me to protect Tarka..."
Tybalt looks down at where he is wearing jeans and a T-shirt....
"...yes...."
There is a dark green deep v-neck T-shirt on the table and he's finishing a dark blue zipped hoodie. There is a set of denim cuts on the table for a pair of jeans.
"Uh sorta? Maybe?" Grim keeps flying. Scratching the back of his head
"Some type of energy was deflecting magical healing while you were unconscious. Nod yes or no if you think we should attempt it again."
Vickory continues to slide stealthily forward, keeping her senses open with an added detect magic.
Vickory doesn't seem to pay much attention to her position in the party, generally moving where she will regardless of where others are, in this case she will generally be up front, or nearly so.
"Ok..."
He continues to fly silently after save for his wings which make as much noise as they do wind.
Tybalt looks down at where he is wearing jeans and a T-shirt....
"...yes...."
There is a dark green deep v-neck T-shirt on the table and he's finishing a dark blue zipped hoodie. There is a set of denim cuts on the table for a pair of jeans.
"Those look similar, but, yeah... Maybe some long sleeved white thing, dark blue jeans, or black. Keep it simple?"
Tryko'Sam grins.
The fight seemingly over Lang first glances at the enmy making sure there is no threat but notices the killing blow was not his ice, but a small metal shuriken impaled into his head. Lang looks around for the personthat threw it. seeing nobody Lang turns to Hew checking his condition.
best get you fixed up there bud. I think we have a special protector to thank for helping us. Lang comments examining the shuriken.
only one person would use such a weapon, I wonder where she is
The now tattered corpse of the sorcerer falls limp from the onslaught of attacks from all three of the youths. The body starts to fade away leaving Hew barely standing. His sword already has been transformed back to a staff has become a crutch to stand upon. The shuriken fell loudly to the floor as the sorcerer disappeared from existence. After seeing the star Hew looks back in hopes of seeing Midori, but to no avail as her invisibility has hidden her from his gaze. "I believe your right, Lang."
eventually they make it to the sim rooms,
Hearing the two girls Zilla cut her tears and wipes her eyes. Slowly she stood and made her way to the door. "Yah I'm fine I stubbed my toe." She opened the door for the two. I'm sorry I forgot to come back by."
"I was just gonna do jeans, shirt and hoodie. It's always good to have an extra layer. I can wear whatever whenever, because I don't get cold, for obvious reasons. But other people get cold, so it's good to have."
He takes the dark blue denim and starts to run the jeans together, adjusting the machine accordingly.
If you're one to notice such things, he only looked at the measurements once. Probably due to the "memory thing" that he said Johnny gave him.
"I was just gonna do jeans, shirt and hoodie. It's always good to have an extra layer. I can wear whatever whenever, because I don't get cold, for obvious reasons. But other people get cold, so it's good to have."
He takes the dark blue denim and starts to run the jeans together, adjusting the machine accordingly.
If you're one to notice such things, he only looked at the measurements once. Probably due to the "memory thing" that he said Johnny gave him.
Nodding, Tryko'Sam says, "Well, just nothing tight, I can't stand restrictive tight clothing. Thanks a ton, anything I can do to help in return? Need to get somewhere fast, just let me know."[/b]
He glanced again at Maya and then Vare, scrunching his features a moment in thought, before looking off and out again one of the windows.
Royston stopped for a moment holding the pose
then bent put she foot ware back on.
Nothing much seemed to be going on at the school, he had been told of the attack and felt that they seem to have it all under control.
on his what out he had spotted a student in full empire garb.
this place seemed to connected to the outside world, yet it had not been found.
That said a lot about the powers behind this place.
he looked around at the grounds then headed back into the school
it was time he had a look at these "Sim rooms"
"Include no talking in the student's restraints so I can resist the urge to slap him," she said testily, hitting a button on her headband, and the nanite barrier holding him in place also held his mouth closed."So, he doesn't realize what he is doing then." Rena said after a moment, her anger bleeding away, replaced by a kind of sadness. The serpentine body slumps and little the head moving closer to Asha, but turning to face Aananda to speak. "I... what do we do now? How do we track down the real culprit, if this person is just a pawn?"
"For now we wait for Miss Jones to finish working with Ehos over there. We'll let her see what information she can gain from this Shaypeer. He lied about one thing. He used his abilities on himself as well as on you. He gives the impression that he really believes what he's spouting, but he could just be a really good liar. As I said, we'll let Miss Jones sort it out. If he is just a pawn then we'll hope that he leads us to another clue that can lead us to the real culprit."
"Because you're sad.""Kitty, you couldn't have ever expected what happened to happen. It's not your fault.""Then why does it feel like it is?" she asked plaintively.
"I've been sad before, but not like this. I feel helpless. I failed them. I failed myself. I know I couldn't have expected this exact attack, but I feel like I should have had some way to protect myself, protect the animals. I can't let something like this happen ever again."
She took up the beat, a little awkward with it for the first measure. It wasn't a style of music she was all that familiar with, but she was a quick study.As they play their instruments faint, ephemeral figures begin to move around to the music, dancing for the split second they're visible.
She blinked, not sure at first that she was actually seeing what she thought she was seeing.
"Does that always happen when you play?" she asked when the song was done. "The ghostly figures I mean."
Hearing the two girls Zilla cut her tears and wipes her eyes. Slowly she stood and made her way to the door. "Yah I'm fine I stubbed my toe." She opened the door for the two. I'm sorry I forgot to come back by."
"Were you not able to find Midori? Or did you guys have a fight? Sometimes that happens with me and my sister...I mean we love each other and all, but we fight too and I often cry afterwards," she said, trying in her own awkward way to figure out what had happened. Nobody cried that much over a stubbed toe.
"Hey, cut me a little slack babe. Last night was pretty horrific, remember? Plus, I had to deal with possibly having been the one to have murdered Kitty, and then my girl maybe, almost died. I think I can be a little over emotional" He's not mad at her, though he does sound a bit overwhelmed.
"Hey, cut me a little slack babe. Last night was pretty horrific, remember? Plus, I had to deal with possibly having been the one to have murdered Kitty, and then my girl maybe, almost died. I think I can be a little over emotional" He's not mad at her, though he does sound a bit overwhelmed.
She kissed him. "It's okay. It's all okay now. This isn't last night. You didn't murder Kitty, right? I mean, I don't see Keme hovering suspiciously, so that means you were cleared, doesn't it? And I'm sorry about the almost dying. I didn't want to die, but I couldn't live with myself if I walked away and let Mel die without at least trying. But it worked and I'm fine, and all of the bad things are in the past now," she said in a reassuring tone.
He kisses her back, then sighs "I know, its just a lot to have dealt with in twenty four hours or so. Heck, Friday was pretty crazy too. And yes, I was cleared of having been the one to have hurt Kitty. Which reminds me, when Mel has fully recovered, I gotta talk to her. I think she can help find out who the killer truly was"
He then pauses, as something Ginni said a few minutes ago finally sinks in. "Hey, wait a sec! Did you say today is the fifteenth? That means yesterday was my birthday! How in the Nine Hells did I forget my own birthday!!"
Royston stood in Sim room 10 he had picked it by chance.
Once inside its bare box like interior he had asked the sim computer to craft
A shooting range, out doors, dessert, light winds.
Than to craft fire then energy arms, small to big, starting with the least powerful to the most.
He was now looking at a small pistol, the computer had placed it at the end of the line, with a long way away a crude tube like object that fired rocks,.
At this end there was a small pistol, elegantly made with some small red lights.
"Computer, what is this pistol?"
The voice of the sim rooms computer came back.
"A Type LPP 9, Light Plasma Projector. Maximum power per bolt 3.3 gigajoule, 14 second recycle time, Maximum rate of fire 260 rounds per second. Built in AI system. Note, the LPP9 uses epidermal gene analysis to ensure only genofixed individuals can activate it for use. However some Modes can be made available with genofixed gloves. Warning! The LPP9 is designed to irreversibly disable itself if an attempt is made to dismantle or tamper with it, often with harmful results to the ones attempting such"
Royston looked at the pistol,
"Now how in all that was unfeeling had that got there?"
Mel stops looking for whatever she was looking for, apparently a bit flustered she could not find it (whatever it was).
Glancing over at Ginni and Ace, She manages a smile, happy to see them together, the concern he has for her. she looks around the room again, and gives a sigh.
she then resumes her search. She has not yet spoken nor answered the doctor's question.
Lang takes a moment to think back, Midori was able to sneak up on him just earlier, perhaps she is using that ability again.
Hew, lets get you to the infirmary. you'll get patched up and be as good as new in no time.
And I'm glad you still want to be friends with Midori, I think the three of us make pretty good team Lang says this last bit a little louder suspecting Midori is nearby.
Lang hands the shuriken to Hew. you should give this back to her when you see her again. Lang knows he could do it just as easily, but perhaps this may help to entice Hew and Midori to talk some more.
Lang moves into a position to help hew out of the Sim room to head to the Infirmary.
Mel starts to tap away on her datapad that Arthur gave her. making a message appear on the screen.
message displayed...
Thank you all for helping, I seemed to have lost my sonic. Does anyone know what happened? Where is Kai?
She flips the pad up to show Arthur, or anyone else that wants to see it.
"He got taken away after he tried to inject alcemical ice into my eye."
igni says, still working on his blade.
Repp seems to think for a second, considering something. "Indeed? Perhaps this is some kind of latent Seer powers, if you can see distant things. How bright can you make the light? Does it have any force behind it?" Repp asks, curiousity at this new puzzle overflowing, as he watches Anthony with keen interest."Well, I know I can't blind anyone by making it bright. I can't get the power strong enough. I can make it hit as hard as an arrow though, so I guess if I hit their eye with a bolt I'd blind them."
"Hmm..." Repp says, munching on a carrot while considering Anthony carefully. His red eyes aren't entirely comforting, but his easy confidence is uplifting. "Perhaps you need to be focusing on a person to project the writing to them. Do you think you can try sending a message to Michael? I believe he has left the school for the moment."
She blinked, not sure at first that she was actually seeing what she thought she was seeing.
"Does that always happen when you play?" she asked when the song was done. "The ghostly figures I mean."
"Hm? Oh, yeah." He looks slightly embarrassed, and rubs the back of his neck. "if I really focus they become solid. Otherwise they're completely harmless."
Maya says, again with eyes shut, "Well, effectively-- I'm not sure I can actually speak with his soul memories, or spirit, as you understand it, or theorize, so a nudge in the how to do that is useful. You said a spell might, a mathematical manipulation of energies, effectively? Or is there something more to it than that? Sorry to make it simplistic, just looking for the theme here, or the ideal. Once I have that, I might attempt what I was thinking-- which I'm fairly sure will work. Allowing for, what you're claiming is fact, and which I've only come to grasp as possible, to occur. Plus he'd have to agree to it, I suppose, or it's forced."
Tryko'Sam smirks at Maya's comment and adds, "Damn straight. No imposing your will on me, lady, that'd be bad."
Glancing over to Tybalt again, Tryko'Sam says, "Do you guys have ...jeans here? and simple t-shirts? The town had some supply stores too, in case you needed a reference. I'm not an artist, so ... could try draw a shape."
Vare grimaces slightly at the oversimplification of his life's study, but only briefly, his face returning to the fairly neutral look of staring off into space afterwards. There is a slight smirk at Tryko'Sam's comment about imposing will, but beyond that he continues to be fairly detached, socially. "In it's barest form, yes. A manipulation of the magical energy present around us."
Thinking again for a moment... then saying. "You seem to doubt my assertions about souls... I assure you they are fairly accurate. The Study of the Planes is my field, and souls travel on to the Outer Planes after the body is killed, to become what they may, be they demon, angel or other."
"I've been sad before, but not like this. I feel helpless. I failed them. I failed myself. I know I couldn't have expected this exact attack, but I feel like I should have had some way to protect myself, protect the animals. I can't let something like this happen ever again."
"We'll work harder, okay? We'll train for stuff like this, just in case. We'll even join the next Hunt if you think it'll help. You probably have a ton of ways of protecting yourself, you just need to find out what they are."
Royston stands back up
then walks down the line of guns until he gets to a long range X-ray laser rifle, he picks it up and turned to look over the desert all around.
"Computer, one 20m Black Ice block, 2km down range please"
Looking through the scope he could see the Block come into being
Royston snapped up the laser and fired 5 times. 4 of the shots hit.
He repeated the action until he as hitting 5 out of 5 every time.
Then placing it back he moved on to the next Rifle, shoot and testing a number.
Outside in the hall way the dull thuds and explosions could be heard
"The shirt will fit you right, but won't be restrictive. Too light for that. The jeans I can make a little big in the legs for that, but they /are/ jeans."
He is half finished with the jeans with the hoodie and shirt on the table already.
"You don't have to worry about repaying me. I like doing this and with my machine dealy it doesn't cost me anything. Just so I know you'll help me or someone else if they need something. Pass it on, y'know?"
He also smiles back at Tryko'Sam.
"Does you toe still hurt? I can fix it with my magic fixy thing."
She seems very concerned over what is a very serious medical condition to a child. Stubbed toes hurt.