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Mel waits patently for Nala.
eventually she arrives a little longer than she said but Mel didn't mind.
Nala, I mean Mrs Zamarosok, I wanted to ask you some things. She pauses a bit looking for the right words to say.
What happened to me? I remember the shuttle, then a searing pain, next thing I know I am here? Everything else is a blank. I'm confused. I don't feel like I need to be here except for the pains in my chest, probably from the burns I had. But why are they not healed already? I mean, I know all about the nanites and stuff, what is going on?
Mel seems to barrage her with questions, not even realizeing she is doing it. A quirk she has, when she gets agitated about not knowing something.
"It's Miss, not Mrs," she corrected automatically.
She made a gesture and the fox that was trotting around after her jumped up on Melody's bed and touched its nose to her.
"Are you still in pain? I can have Vasya deliver another spell if you are."
"As for what happened, when you were brought unconscious into the infirmary it became obvious that we couldn't use nanites on you as you are not human. Your scans showed that you have two hearts. I'm not sure what you are exactly, but without adequate data we couldn't program the nanites. We tried to use magical healing, but you were surrounded by an energy field that blocked our spells. I'm not sure what type of energy it is exactly. I've seen something similar on Ephebe's scans, but that's as much as I know about it. You were healing on your own. Some form of regenerative ability, but completely unresponsive. Ginni was able to make contact with your mind. She was out for a long time. And then the energy field jumped from you to her for a few seconds before finally going away. That's when you both woke up. Now, if you're feeling better, I'd like to get a scan of you when you're healthy, for our records. That way next time we'll be able to use nanites if we need to," she said, keeping a calm voice and demeanor throughout the whole explanation.
"No because then they might adapt a more powerful connection, we need to hit them all with it at once"
"The hope would that it will kill them utterly, and so they will not have a chance at adaptation." she replies evenly, though there is a moment's hesitation before she says: "Is there a better idea or plan? Professor Yrrum?"
It was Ehos' turn to grimace a little, but after a moment's thought he slumps slightly, a little defeated. 'Which is of course exactly what Kara wants. She wants us to second guess ourselves and maybe even fight about this. Let's not. How about this: we'll worry about Kara and what to do with her when we find her, alright? There probably is no child anyway, and she's just trying play us.'Still with a serious expression, the elf meets Jaiye's eyes again. 'I know I haven't earned the right back to say that I love you... but... well. Thank you for staying with me. I'm going to try my best to be worth it.'
She almost smiled. "I love you too."
She hugged him, trying to put the worries and pain out of her mind. "We'll figure it out. Somehow."
"Miss Zamarosok... just who I was looking for...." the wearer says, materializing just outside the door
I'm sorry, Miss Zamarosok. Mel responds embarrassed at the mistake.
the the fox touches her nose Mel tries to hold back a little laugh as the cool wet nose tickles her a bit.
the healing energy flows through her and she feels better. at least physically.
She glances toward Nala What do you mean not human? I know Dom is part angel or something like that, but I always thought I was human. I mean what am I then?
Mel seems a bit worried at the thought of being some kind of experiment.
then there is an interruption to the conversation.
"Miss Zamarosok... just who I was looking for...." the wearer says, materializing just outside the door
Nala frowned. "I'm with a patient at the moment. If you wish to speak to me you'll have to wait. Outside."
The wearer of masks pulls his head back from around the door...
"As I was saying....We don't actually know what race you are, Miss Waverider. But I don't think that's something you need to be upset or worried about. There are plenty of nonhumans here and many of us can easily pass for human. Whatever you are it doesn't seem to make any difference in your everyday life. It seems to only be relevant in the matter of medical treatment."
"No because then they might adapt a more powerful connection, we need to hit them all with it at once""The hope would that it will kill them utterly, and so they will not have a chance at adaptation." she replies evenly, though there is a moment's hesitation before she says: "Is there a better idea or plan? Professor Yrrum?"
"I can remove the virus from them with my water bending but they must be in the same water as I am. Not only that but they will also need to be fairly close to me. So some sort of way for them not to eat me while I concentrate would be good. It will be slightly harder to cleanse the impurities from all of their bodies at once, but I sure I can do it." Dom calls to the group.
While the old woman struggles to break free of the ever flowing orb of water surrounding her body.
Ace smiles at Ginni "Good thinking babe, but just because its the kinda guy I am, do you like chocolate cake as well? I'm not gonna get a cake my girlfriend won't eat, even if its my favorite and for my birthday."
Ace smiles at Ginni "Good thinking babe, but just because its the kinda guy I am, do you like chocolate cake as well? I'm not gonna get a cake my girlfriend won't eat, even if its my favorite and for my birthday."
She smiled. "Well, it's not my favorite flavor, but I do happen to like chocolate quite a lot. Just not as much as I like butterscotch. But it is your favorite flavor so death by chocolate it is," she added with a wink.
Giving her a quick hug, he replies "Butterscotch huh? I'll need to keep that in mind. Come on, let's go to the kitchen"
While the old woman struggles to break free of the ever flowing orb of water surrounding her body.
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Giving her a quick hug, he replies "Butterscotch huh? I'll need to keep that in mind. Come on, let's go to the kitchen"
Belsayv
The two groups begin to diverge as Vai continues to press forward, only occasionally turning back as one of her friends tempers her eagerness with caution. Yrrin brings up the tail end of the leading group. The tunnel seems to go on forever, in it's slow and steady descent deep under the earth of a planet far distant from the nurturing walls of Avalon on Agartha.
Belsayv - Rear Guard (Adon and Belyu)
Soon, Adon and Belyu lose sight of the others in the gloom of the tunnel, the only light being those born by the group and the sickly green which seems to permeate the corridor, and emanates from far ahead. The patter of their own feet, the occasional scream echoing down the tunnel, and the clanking of Yrrin's armour far ahead are the only sounds as the pair rush down the corridor after the others.
Ahead, they spot a flicker of movement in the gloom... though not one of their allies... The movement appears to be going silently along while clinging to the side of the round tunnel wall. Shouldn't their allies have passed by this thing, whatever it is? If Adon and Belyu continue to move at speed, they will certainly draw this thing's attention - though right now all they see is a vague shape on the wall ahead of them. For all they know, it has already noticed their presence.
Belsayv - Vanguard (Vai, Sadie, Vickory, Phaezeriel, and Yrrin)
With Vai's ill-advised headlong rush into danger at least momentarily checked by her friends, the group arrives at the bottom of the tunnel after what feels like some five minute - slightly out of breath but nothing really for the atheletic bunch. Vai in particular looks as though she had been gaining strength during the run - her resolve cementing as her wings carried her, blonde hair streaming in the sickly green light.
The tunnel opens into a vast wide cave - again the walls are not naturally occuring, and are fairly smooth and uniform. This section has been 'hollowed out' by some sorcery or machinery, though the 'furnishings' in the room do not immediately seem to indicate which would be preferred. Dominating one part of the room is a large unnatural-looking machine made of dark metal of unknown origin. This machine is nothing like most of the students at Avalon would be familiar with - technology of a different ilk than is common within the Empire or Avalon. It is this machine which is giving off the green glow - though some property of the light must make it diffuse evenly, because even though it does not shine brightly, the whole cave is lit. Around the cave are other instruments and machines made of similar dark material. Torture impliments, some of them, but others... surgical tables and 'medical' equipment. In a cramped cage at the far end of the room are... what appears to be the villagers. Unconcious for the most part. None of them in particular stand out as being Vai's biological parents, but there are alot of them in close proximity.
Vai's gaze didn't linger on the villagers though. She's starting fixedly at the machine and primary source of light... because seemingly 'attatched' to the machine is what appears to be... a ghostly apparition of a girl... no older than 17 in face and body, with similar wings to Vai's. Tubes and hooks and wires of the dark metal material run through her ghostly 'flesh', and it is the screams of this ghost which have echoed up the tunnel. Somehow, this ghost is being tortured. Vai's face is pale...
"Jan?!" Vai exclaims out of pure shock - her voice seeming dead in the sickly green light, though the outburst brings forward the attention of the other as-of-yet unmentioned occupants of the cave - more N'gathau. Several more. All of them are grotesquely deformed in various ways. Some have horrible piercings and scars, others have extra limbs seemingly crafted on. All of them are armed, and... actually appear to be somewhat joyful at the presence of these people. It's not often that fresh flesh comes to them willingly! They quickly move into an offensive posture. There are a total of seven N'gathau, all of whom have distinct traits and weaponry.
The closest N'gathau looks as though all his body is covered in third degree burns - blackened flesh. He wields a pair of daggers. Another nearby is heavily armoured, and appears to have had his hands replaced with the heads of hammers. Still another seems to have axes 'sheathed' into his very flesh, which he draws forth - still coated in the sickly bile that is his blood. There are a pair which seem similar in 'design' to the one which was killed outside in the forest - seeming to have self-loading bows and extra appendages to draw the weapons. The sixth and seventh appear to be two creatures stitched... or perhaps stapled together all the length of their backs. One 'side' of the amalgamated being appears to be continuing to work the machine which is torturing the poor ghostly girl, while the other sets his hands into a recognizable posture - an arcane spellcaster.
"Oh. Yeah, that's far..." He concentrates hard but ends up gasping and rubbing his eyes. "Oooowwww.... too far."
Anthony feels an ever-so-gentle brush against his mind - another presence. Repp puts a small hand on Anthony's shoulder from where he is sitting. "Try again, maybe I can help." Anthony can feel Repp's mind as a presence there, small, but encouraging. Helping to guide his power and keep it in check. More importantly, preventing Anthony from overexerting and hurting himself again...
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She almost smiled. "I love you too."
She hugged him, trying to put the worries and pain out of her mind. "We'll figure it out. Somehow."
Ehos leaned in and nuzzled her cheek and kissed it lightly. 'Thanks. Um. Where did all the time go?' he says, motioning to a nearby window - though which the sun was slowly falling down towards the horizon.
As soon as he emerges into the room, Phaezeriel takes stock of the situation, noting all the fiends moving in for the attack. Reaching into the link forged by the collective, he augments it to help the group coordinate better and work as a more cohesive whole. A strange kind of heads-up display appears in the field of view of each member of the collective. Threats are highlighted, allies' locations are tracked, and capabilities and tactical suggestions are integrated naturally.
"What the hell! Why did i even come if vai was just going to leave me behind?"
adon says! very upset and disregarding weather the thing in front of him notices or not.
Mel just smiles though somewhat forced. I guess you are right, still, if i am not a human I wonder what race or species I really am. do what ever tests you think you need. maybe I could help program the nanites if needed. Mel seems she is trying to be useful, wanting to find her place in the school, exploring different areas as to where she will "fit in" the best.
before Nala has to go Mel has a couple parting words of advice for her.
Nala...errr, I mean Miss Zamarosok, watch out for that fellow that wants to see you, I don't trust him. Oh and on more thing. you should lighten up some, you seem way to stressed out. maybe you could join me when I'm feeling better we could play some music. sing a few songs and just relax and unwind. And not think so much about all of this, even if it is for just a few hours. Mel gives her a reassuring and encouraging smile.
then a sudden thought crossed her mind. that reminds me, after the attack yesterday, there were numerous casualties. Can I get a look at any information there is available concerning the victims? I know it sounds a bit strange but I have something in mind, kind of a memorial or something. I can't do a whole lot compared to others here, but music /is/ what I am good at. so I thought maybe something put to song.
"Maybe because you let stuff know you're coming?!"
Belsayv - Rear Guard (Adon and Belyu)
Whatever the thing is on the wall spooks suddenly as Adon speaks harshly, his voice echoing down the tunnel. It seems to turn, but continues to remain shaded and hidden even in the ever-present soft greenish light. There's a kind of hissing noise which issues forth from the shade, and it... turns to flee, clinging to the wall as it attempts it's flight at a speed that even the unboosted Adon can easily match.
Considering the options for a moment, and having waited to see if there were any other thoughts weighed in on the subject, Maya says, "If, given what you said is true, Wizard Vare, we undergo this trip with the intention to seek aid, I'm fairly sure that can be accomplished fairly easily for the results we desire. Provided the desire is there-- Tryko'Sam? Any objections?"
Tryko'Sam merely shakes his head, "So long as we ain't imprisoning or mind controlling anyone. Integrity is priceless, and I aim to keep mine Do unto others as you would them, or something."
Maya nods and says, "As mentioned earlier, if you two want to participate, let me know, otherwise, trying to be enigmatic here and and ready to try help Tryko'Sam with what I've learned so far... Could be a wild ride." She grins at that.
"I would very much like to join you. I have a few clerical tasks that need to be handled before I can depart though, as well that I should retrieve my spellbook, just in case." the Wizard says, sounding just a touch excited in his calm and thoughtful way. There's a slight grin there as well. Perhaps an adventurous type, or perhaps eager to experience something not yet experienced.
"If you'll excuse me then? Shall we meet back here in a short time frame?" Vare says companionably, trying very hard to actually use the manners his parents taught him so long ago, instead of just leaving like he might have done. Rena didn't care much for manners, so he had fallen out of practice using them.
Sadie draws her blade and quickly glances around. Seeing the spellcaster she quickly throws a forcefield around him. They didn't need that kind of trouble.
"Very well."
Miss Jones returned her concentration fully to Shaypeer's mind, beginning the search through his memories for his name, at present ignoring all other information.
Shaypeer opens his eyes at the attempt, looking straight at Miss Jones while her mental powers seek out his original name.
Within his mind, it is completely silent, no thoughts, blank-- yet, this slightest whispers, as if his thoughts were far away. Due to the nature of his personality though, the information she does seek, isn't too hard to dig up, but being in his thoughts is akin to being spread out and searching in the deeper parts of Limbo.
Before he took the name Shaypeer, he was known as Jon Cobbler, a student with an inaccessible pool of power, who was deposited at the school by his care takers, since his parents had zero interest in dealing with their odd child that always felt something was missing. A living conduit to energy without the proper 'key'.
Unfortunately this lured people to him, to use as a resource, though usually without any concern for his well being. He couldn't quite access it, but others easily could.
He's easily forgettable and oddly enough, sometimes computers and written documents seem to 'lose' his records as well. He never got the attention or upbringing that might have helped him, so it could easily be said he's an outcast due to his life experiences.
She almost smiled. "I love you too."
She hugged him, trying to put the worries and pain out of her mind. "We'll figure it out. Somehow."
Ehos leaned in and nuzzled her cheek and kissed it lightly. 'Thanks. Um. Where did all the time go?' he says, motioning to a nearby window - though which the sun was slowly falling down towards the horizon.
"Dealing with pigheaded brothers is more time consuming than you realized," she joked.
Tybalt also looks over to Maya and Vare. "I am fine with coming if you want. I don't know what I could do, but it would be better to have me with you and not need me, than need me there and not have me. I can go any time you're ready. I keep my stuff with me. Be Prepared and all that." He intones and smiles to them before returning to Tryko'Sam for another part of his life story. "I have a kind of magic that I'm called a Warlock. It means that I naturally have kind of a big mass of magic. Some people believe that all magic is like a big rug kind of thing. Some people are born as part of it- sorcerers as one. They are born with access to magic that they can foster and grow. Wizard are different. Not all wizards are born with magic, but through study and other boring stuff, they gain access to the magic rug and can get a hold of a string to work with. A Warlock is kind of like a knot or kink in the rug. I'm born with it, like a sorcerer, but instead of doing spell magic that has limits and so much power they can use at once, my magic manifests into a couple things I can do as much as I want. Before I got frozen, that's another story, I could mostly do teleport stuff. I can move a short range really fast, but I can't bring people with me. I could be invisible for a while and some other minor stuff, but the magic aura thing is one of my powers, ya. I guess getting frozen set off some kind of reaction in my magic to magnify it and give me some new powers, cause after it happened I could teleport long distances and make walls of ice and stuff. But enough about my stuff, how about you? Want to learn some magic? It would just take a couple hours to make one of these rocks that could teach you a little magic."
Tryko'Sam shrugs after Tybalt and Vare speak, looking back to say, "What's it take to learn magic? You mean casting spells, or what? Never thought about it really. Guess that's the thing to be around here, a spell caster? Is there a social bias against you if you aren't? Say, do you need to demonstrate capability to be accepted? Or is it a personal preference?"
Maya glances at Tybalt briefly, then to Vare she says, "Certainly. We'll be here for a while I imagine. I'm tasked with completing this for Tryko'Sam, and I do feel we have an acceptable approach planned. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated."
"Dealing with pigheaded brothers is more time consuming than you realized," she joked.
Ehos actually smiles at this, lighthearted mood returning somewhat after the grim conversation. 'Remind me to apologize to Tyrrin when she comes back in that case. I didn't realize we were so time consuming.'
Vare nods to Tryko'Sam, brief now that he's been given leave to depart, but he does say: "I've.. Never had an apprentice before, but if you wanted to learn Magic in the wizardly way, I could teach you. It can take some time to master even the most basic spells though, and it takes a long while to develop your mind to be able to handle the more powerful magicks. But it is something g that can be taught."
"Either way, the sooner I am gone, the sooner I am back. Excuse me." With that, Vare leaves the Sim Rooms, conjuring forth an Invisible Servant to guide him to the Headmaster's office, whereupon he will knock, unaware of the interaction inside between the ninja girl and the administrator.
Mel just smiles though somewhat forced. I guess you are right, still, if i am not a human I wonder what race or species I really am. do what ever tests you think you need. maybe I could help program the nanites if needed. Mel seems she is trying to be useful, wanting to find her place in the school, exploring different areas as to where she will "fit in" the best.
before Nala has to go Mel has a couple parting words of advice for her.
Nala...errr, I mean Miss Zamarosok, watch out for that fellow that wants to see you, I don't trust him. Oh and on more thing. you should lighten up some, you seem way to stressed out. maybe you could join me when I'm feeling better we could play some music. sing a few songs and just relax and unwind. And not think so much about all of this, even if it is for just a few hours. Mel gives her a reassuring and encouraging smile.
then a sudden thought crossed her mind. that reminds me, after the attack yesterday, there were numerous casualties. Can I get a look at any information there is available concerning the victims? I know it sounds a bit strange but I have something in mind, kind of a memorial or something. I can't do a whole lot compared to others here, but music /is/ what I am good at. so I thought maybe something put to song.
Nala doesn't seem to react much, although Vasya the fox was trying to be comforting. She jumped down off the bed and curled around Nala's feet as Nala positioned the scanner though.
"Please lay back so I can get these scans for reference."
She positioned the portable scanner and started the process of getting a reference scan to add to Melody's file.
"We lost a few from the infirmary staff last night. Including Bertha. She ran this place. It's obviously a bit chaotic right now. I'm filling in for now, but for reasons of my own, I can't do this job long term. It's stressful in ways I don't expect you to understand. I'm just trying to hang on and keep this place running until the Headmaster appoints a more permanent replacement. I prefer my usual work with the elementary school students."
"If you want information on all of those who died, there's a list on the bulletin board. It's the announcement about the memorial services tomorrow."
As Ace and Ginni walk to the kitchen, he starts thinking of who to invite to his birthday party "Mel's out sadly, but we should invite Dom, and Tyrrin and Ehos, along with Jaiye. Vai too, though I haven't seen her in awhile. I think she could use some good times. Same with Fei. Both of them have gone through an awful lot lately"
Mel lays still during the scan. but tries to keep Nala's attention a bit.
Well if you need any help, I would be glad to help. I mean I'm no doctor or anything but I do think you really need a break. maybe a vacation. someplace warm and sunny, with beaches and oceans, maybe even a few cute guys.. she adds with a mischievious wink and grin.
besides that nurse Julie and that Doctor whatshisname, they seem ok
the scan indicates alien physiology. nothing on file as a any known species no known encounters in any database. also the scan shows levels of Artron energy that indicates an active time traveller (at least that's what Ephebe would say) also she seems older than indicated. (not unusual given the numerous long lived races around. but cellular decay rates indicate a lifespan similar if not longer than an elf. internal regeneration progressing smoothly.
brain scan shows nothing abnormal but there is a higher amount connection between the left and right hemispheres than most races. Nala could theroize that as Mel matures this will only increase and possibly increase her mental capabilities
Tybalt politely waits for Vare to head out.
"If you have the time delay on, you should turn it off now or we will be waiting for him for a while." He suggest to Maya, who seems to be the one running things in the room.
"Wizarding is all well and good, but to be honest, it's the boring way to learn magic. If you aren't born with it, it works, though. I'm talking about easy and non time consuming magic items. I can make them and if you like being able to do simple magic stuff, I guess Vare can teach you the heavy stuff. You try alchemy maybe. Like wizarding except you learn potions and stuff that do magic instead of words and motions. Settro does alchemy. You could maybe ask him if he could train you."
He pauses to consider what Tryko'Sam asked about social judgement.
"I don't think that you will be shunned or anything for not being able to do magic. I know some people who can't or choose not to here. Magic just makes life easier. And if you do it right, more fun." He seems to hold magic in only positive regard.
Tybalt politely waits for Vare to head out.
"If you have the time delay on, you should turn it off now or we will be waiting for him for a while." He suggest to Maya, who seems to be the one running things in the room.
"Wizarding is all well and good, but to be honest, it's the boring way to learn magic. If you aren't born with it, it works, though. I'm talking about easy and non time consuming magic items. I can make them and if you like being able to do simple magic stuff, I guess Vare can teach you the heavy stuff. You try alchemy maybe. Like wizarding except you learn potions and stuff that do magic instead of words and motions. Settro does alchemy. You could maybe ask him if he could train you."
He pauses to consider what Tryko'Sam asked about social judgement.
"I don't think that you will be shunned or anything for not being able to do magic. I know some people who can't or choose not to here. Magic just makes life easier. And if you do it right, more fun." He seems to hold magic in only positive regard.
Maya nods at the suggestion by Tybalt saying, "Have no worries, there was none active. Certainly wouldn't want to age anyone without consent."
Tryko'Sam replies by asking, "So, Tybs, what's the sitch with that attack and this demon shit? Pretty sure learning magic can wait-- plus, I go some tricks up my tattered sleeves. Learning about threats might be more important, right? Any a#*!$@! students to avoid? Tell me more about the school. Unless there's a net page with that info."
Lang smiles at the thought of everyone being friends again.
And a lovely horn it is Midori he adds with ar smirk.
Turning to lewis, I don't think i ever met your friend, Tarka? seeming a bit hesitant, not wanting to get the name wrong.
I guess I should explain what the trip is. You see Icome from the sky temples in the east. And I am to be honored in a ceremony and named as a "Sifu" which means master or teacher. This is a real important title in my culture, and i wanted to share that with my friends.
"Thank you Lang-kun." Midori says, beaming slightly with a note of pride in her voice. Lang may or may not note that Midori has once again begun to use the 'kun' honourific, though as previously noted the intricacies of Midori's culture are not well known to him. "How soon are we leaving Lang-kun? What supplies should we bring?"
"I have too wonder the same at least if we know now we can gather the supplies while you gather everyone that's going." Hew adds in hoping to help his friend organize everything.
"I'm not even sure if I /do/ age, heh." He replies with a short laugh.
He produces a sack from his pocket which he uses to put larger objects into his pocket, such as the basket of fabric, his table, and his other tools. Once he's packed he puts the sack back into his jeans pocket.
"I don't know. I wasn't here yesterday. I heard about an attack, but what about demons? Was it them that did it? And what's a net page? Is that like a sport where you're from? There might be something about it in the library, if that's what page means. As far as students go, I guess there's a couple. Adon can be scary if he's in a bad mood, but he's actually a really nice guy. He is kinda tall-ish and real thin. Uh. A student named Casil, calls himself Ace, he tried to melt me cause I'm friends with Dave. He says it was because there is an evil guy in his head, but I don't know him well. He might be nice other times, but he seems really full of himself. He is tall and has dark hair and he smells like too much cologne. Settro looks scary, but he is actually really nice. Other than that, it's mostly just that everyone is manifesting and learning new powers all the time, so stuff happens, but I don't think there are very many people here that are consciously dangerous."
He doesn't seem to like talking about negative things like this, but he gives it as more of a caution.
"Oh. That's nice. I can find Tarka and see if she wants to go. I don't know where she is, though."
He shuffles his large back feet on the ground, still staring at the kunai with distrust.
Lang thinks for a bit.
Food is already provided and packed. You will need warm clothes, we are up in the mountains, also a nice outfit for the ceremony. There are supposed to be people from each of the bending communities. There will also be a social gathering after.
Lang looks at midori there may be dancing, but it may be later in the evening Lang adds.
also you will need sleeping supplies, the shrine we are stopping at does not have beds, but there is a nice fire pit
When Lang mntioned dancing he seemed to indicate he was already asking her for a dance, but even more, he seems to want to talk to her about something.
"Oh. I don't like the cold at all. I don't know if I could find warm things that I could wear. Tarka doesn't like cold either. Hmm."
He looks down and tries to think of a way to be with his new friends but not be in the dreaded cold either.
Tryko'Sam takes the clothing, apparently having been lost in thought, standing. "Gonna go change, back shortly."
With that, he walks off towards the out, to change quick.
Unless Tybalt speaks to Maya, she remains quiet.
Eventually Tryko'Sam returns, wearing the new clothing, seeming to stretch and scrunch while getting familiar to the new threads.
"There's always someone more arrogant, way I see it, defense mechanism for low self esteem or something."
He grins and shrugs.
"So, library, huh. Net page is a global network data base, maybe you galaxy peeps have something bigger, we displayed and shared info on. Gonna miss that if it's gone. I met David, angel guy, right? Dunno about the others you mentioned. Place seems pretty cool. No idea about the attacks, but kinda concerned no one seems worried."
Tybalt nods as Tryko'Sam leaves.
"So, how do you know Tryko'Sam? Or have I just never seen you around the school before?"
His tail flicks back and forth as he blows a bubble in light blue gum, looking at it cross eyed as it grows to grapefruit size and then pops. He works it back through his black lined lips into his mouth.
"Oh. I don't like the cold at all. I don't know if I could find warm things that I could wear. Tarka doesn't like cold either. Hmm."
He looks down and tries to think of a way to be with his new friends but not be in the dreaded cold either.
well it isn't /that/ cold, anyway we have heat inside the temple buildings, well the ones the guests can come in at least. We use steam from inside the mountain that is directed through holes in the rock. we had some earth bending friends help us make them.
in order to find tarka grim puts his hand on the wall and tries to summon the arrows.
"Getting there will still be bad, though. I really don't know how to deal with the cold."
He shakes his head.
"Not at all."
the arrows don't seem to make up thier mind for a while, until they finally settle to pointing on one direction. They eventually lead you to tarka's room. Inside her room it is totally dark, quite moist, and smells of light amounts of mildew.
"Where are you going? And what's that pointy thing?"
He cocks his head to the side looking at the arrow on the wall.
Shaypeer opens his eyes at the attempt, looking straight at Miss Jones while her mental powers seek out his original name.
Within his mind, it is completely silent, no thoughts, blank-- yet, this slightest whispers, as if his thoughts were far away. Due to the nature of his personality though, the information she does seek, isn't too hard to dig up, but being in his thoughts is akin to being spread out and searching in the deeper parts of Limbo.
Before he took the name Shaypeer, he was known as Jon Cobbler, a student with an inaccessible pool of power, who was deposited at the school by his care takers, since his parents had zero interest in dealing with their odd child that always felt something was missing. A living conduit to energy without the proper 'key'.
Unfortunately this lured people to him, to use as a resource, though usually without any concern for his well being. He couldn't quite access it, but others easily could.
He's easily forgettable and oddly enough, sometimes computers and written documents seem to 'lose' his records as well. He never got the attention or upbringing that might have helped him, so it could easily be said he's an outcast due to his life experiences.
Aloud, "Look up the records for Jon Cobbler. I doubt you'll find much. It would appear we have another case similar to Miss Tanaka."
In Shaypeer's mind, ::Well, Mr. Cobbler, you have our attention now. I am sorry that the system has failed you so far. It's not the first time. We still haven't found an effective way to help students whose powers cause people to forget them. Though I doubt my words mean much to you. You can hate me if it helps. I don't mind. At this point it's just a drop in the ocean. I do need to know how it was that you learned how to harness your gift. I don't suppose we can do this the easy way and you just tell me?:: Her 'voice' sounded tired and sad.