Giving a vague shrug that mirrors his expression at her initial comments, Tryko'Sam then says, "Over rated, generally, but-- if you have someone you love, good times. Intimacy with a loved one is more that sex. And it's a who, Eros is, not a what. Least, fairly sure it was a being, or concept from our ancient history. One of our ancient cultures, they were the Greeks, or Ancient Greeks since they still existed as a culture up until modern times, were worshippers of all sorts of divine beings. Country name was Greece. Eros was the embodiment of love, which fits neatly into many creation mythos, all things considered. Could be argued he was a primordial being, or the son of the goddess of beauty, Aphrodite. Mind you-- ancient history, memory isn't perfect, and it's one of our myths. Not everything was written or recorded well. Pity, really, sounded more pure than a lot of modern hogwash psychologists or clergy would push on you from their point of view on our world."Grinning, he lounged on the couch while finishing his drink.
"An infirmary is a place for healing to commence, but not a full blown hospital, I think. What kinda test you gonna get? Check your brain, or biology for oddities, or does the school and a series of power detector...
Asha looked thoughtful, digesting all of this information.
"All I need for healing is some fire. That cures all injuries and almost all illnesses...there are...er....were....doctors on the sun. Some diseases need extra treatment. I remember they called a doctor in when I was little. I don't remember much else about that. I was pretty sick. I remember that I was complaining about everything having orange polka dots and how I couldn't get away from the taste of purple...Anyways, I don't know if there are....er, were....places where people went to go see the doctors. I wasn't ever allowed out of the tower. Maybe there were places like you're talking about and I just don't know it. Anyways, Tybalt said something about a scan....I don't really know how that's done or what it's all about. That's why I was asking if it hurt," she added with a shrug.
The girl's genetic structure is human at is most basic level, but the nerve structures that control muscle motion and the muscular structures seem to indicate that this person would move inhumanly fast. In short, she is a human girl of early teen years that has undergone extensive genetic manipulation.In the process of taking the biopsy, Nala realizes that the source of the anomalous cells is deep in the girl's bone marrow. The active cells, which are very clearly some sort of virus, are attempting to cause these viral production centers to become active inside the stasis field. Her wounds show some signs of very accelerated healing that was halted by the stasis effect.
Nala is able to successfully take a biopsy in very short order, thanks to a gaping wound in the girl's left pelvic region that exposes her shattered bones to the atmosphere. The sensors built into Nala's biohazard suit register the presence of a biohazard in the atmosphere of the room as soon as the biopsied material is brought outside of the stasis area. The sensors are having trouble categorizing how dangerous the contaminant is; none of the systems used to measure its lethality seem to go high enough.
"The anomalous cells are definitely the virus...I have a problem now. Whatever this is, I don't think that normal means of decontamination are going to work," she said, her voice quavering slightly. "The virus appears to have greater than 100% lethality according to the suit sensors.....It would appear that I am stuck in here until I either figure out how to teleport out of my biohazard suit or how to kill the virus. The virus became fully active as soon as it was removed from the stasis area. I am bringing the sample to the workbench for a full molecular analysis," she said, narrating her actions as she worked. She examined the results of the earlier scans while she waited for the results of the molecular analysis. "Patient is a human who has been subjected to intensive genetic modifications. Based on her appearance she is likely in her teens, but with this level of modifications it's impossible to tell for sure. These modification would make her unnaturally strong and fast. The virus might be the source of the modifications. It is definitely the source of her healing abilities. I would surmise that the ones responsible for these changes to the patient were done in an attempt to create some sort of super assassin."
Gets on the radio.
"Sunbeam to Boss...uh, one of the noble houses just became encased in ice, and there's some turbulence around the landing zone...
Orders?"
"I've got everyone capable of casting one that's still here putting up walls of fire between that cold and the landing area. There's too many firebirds still here who can be damaged by it...and we have a few still out there who were helping to gather as many of the nesting phoenix as possible. Use extreme caution about landing. I need to find someone who's already up here and isn't vulnerable to cold to go and check it out. Which is probably me, but I'm running out of juice. Suggestions?"
"wow, yeah, hey Raelle, I'm assuming this isn't supposed to be happening, you know who's house that is?"
"Ummm....I'm not sure. I've only been here the once and I wasn't really getting the grand tour...if I could see the crest I could tell you. Mom made us learn the symbols of all the noble houses so we'd know who to run away from. But it's too far and it's all blurry behind that ice. Can we get a better magnification?"
"I don't think so. It reverses the effects of harm on the body. So instead of hurting himself by pushing himself too hard, it should keep him healed. Never tried it like this before, though."
tarka speaks slowly, maintaing concentration on the spell.
Hermes chimes in on the intercom.
"Neither extreme heat nor cold have prolonged negative effects on my exterior. I can land on the surface and investigate the anomaly."
Perhaps afterwords, I should work on implementing the case for the information pads into a kind of full body armour. It is not ideal for making in large quantities, but perhaps a plate mail could make it efficient. File thought chain into file INOV.
Belsayv Rear Guard (Adon, Belyu)
The shade continues away down the tunnel for a few moments before apparently deciding to turn and face his pursuers, landing some 10 feet in front of Belyu and Adon. Now that the creature is at ground level, it's actually quite small - about as big as a medium sized dog, and vaguely humanoid in shape. It's details are still cloaked in shadow.
It hisses and points a finger at Adon.
Adon feels a spell-like ability brush up against him and be utterly consumed by his anti-magic 'abomination'. The shade seems to take a comic moment when it stares at it's finger a little dumbfounded, before turning and fleeing down the corridor once more, a touch more panicked now.
adon runs ahead as the creature stares at it's finger. stopping behind it so there is nowhere to run.
"Bad move."
"I don't think it hurts. Had one when Casil tried to melt me and it was OK. It's probably best they do one eventually anyways, so if you're in there for anything, they have a healthy baseline to work with."
The measuring tape finishes with Maya and slides back over to him and up his arm.
"This thing still freaks me out sometimes, but it's better than people insisting that I'm going to feel them up, I guess."
He looks at the glowing, purple marks on it.
"M'kay. I'll get these to you tomorrow."
He says with a smile.
"Are you guys ready to go?"
Giving Asha a few nods, Tryko'Sam says, "Got it. Yeah, I think I can see why someone would suggest the young classes first. Cooped up in a tower doesn't really educate, and no offense, but your parents sound like real ass hats."
He gives her a warm smile of support though, after her statement.
"Hopefully the infirmary was repaired enough to the point of doing the scan yer talking about. It did get blown up pretty good. You guys didn't suffer from the attacks, right? Think I might try looking into that a bit. Then again-- there is that possible issue in town. I don't believe, however, unless there are some serious high tech, or large metal deposits nearby, it'll be an issue too soon, but definitely something to not ignore. Baby steps, I guess. One day at a time."
Belsayv
As Vickory's storm of Fire begins to sweep through the room, both Yrrin and Vai dispatch a foe each, and Sadie's own blows strike deeply against her axe-wielding opponent... perhaps a little too deeply, as blood sprays out from his wounds, splashing into Sadie's face.
Archer:
Dual-Sided Caster:
Axe:
Hammers:
The firestorm cuts a swath through the room, burning all of the enemies save the archer who has the grace to dodge quickly out of the way of the storm. The others remain ablaze.
The spellcaster facing Vickory looks as though he's about to begin casting a spell - all four arms raised, when he suddenly jerks to the side as Phaezeriel's telekenetic grapple takes hold of him.
"Wait what? Slow down a sec. The infirmary was attacked too? And what happened in town? Gah, I'm so lost after yesterday..."
Belsayv Combat
The now-grappled two-sided-stitched spellcaster attempts to physically break out of the telekenetic grapple, knowing that a spellcast could easily be disrupted. First one side will attempt, then the other.
The caster is able to free himself from the telekenetic grapple, and moves towards Vickory, drawing a weapon as he does - a nasty, serrated-edged sword that looks like it was designed to rip and tear at flesh for maximum pain.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the hammer-handed N'gathau has decided that Sadie is too frustrating to fight, choosing instead to charge away after Yrrin, a hammer-handed blow coming down hard on the holy warrior. Fire burns across his skin.
The axe-wielding and now ever more bloodied warrior tosses his axe aside, and instead tackles Sadie, aiming to smear more of his poisonous blood on the young teenager, and eager to watch the life slowly drain out of her.
The archer which is about to be mauled by a dragon girl does what any sensible person would do when faced with a dragon - disappear. A potion pops out of a storage pocket in the archer, and he drinks it, vanishing.
The archer is moving away from Vai and appears to be setting up to unleash a certainly-deadly hail of arrows on the dragon girl.
Vai does take the opporunity to strike at the archer though, her jaws lightning quick as she snaps them on her enemy.
Sadly, Vai's jaws close only on air this time, the N'gathau quicker than her this once.
Lang thinks a moment. I really don't know, I only discovered I could bend water maybe a week or so ago. I am still trying to figure out what it means to...what I am.
Lang looks back toward Midori and to Sara as well. To be honest, I'm scared. I don't really know what's expected of me. I'm scared I will let everyone down.
Midori wishes for a moment that she had something comforting to say - something that might help Lang through this. But she knew all too well that you could fail, that you could let people down. And then you never saw them again.
After a quick moment and the exchange between Sara and Lang, and the whisper that followed, Midori does manage to come up with something positive to say, echoing something that she had said to Lang before. "Lang-kun... you don't have to do it all by yourself, ne? Look." She points to Grim and Hew, Blackscales-sensei, Sara-rin, and finally back to herself. "You have friends. We'll be there with you."
"Bad things happen. You deal with what you have to. Ehos deals pretty well, I think," she said with a reassuring squeeze to his hand. "Anyways, we have to rethink our strategy against Kara....find a way to get in front of her instead of reacting to her. So that's on the back burner whether we like it or not. You can try to sort out the stuff with evil Vai. But if there's a chance that the third person is still here, well, that makes the priority list pretty easy, doesn't it?"
'Yeah... I guess it does. Even if I don't like letting the other-Vai do as she pleased... if she really was that far away... she must have gone somewhere in the Empire. So we should focus on trying to find Kitty's murderer, or murderers. What leads do we have?' Ehos asks, trying to shift the conversation away from himself - he didn't really want to talk about his own problems right now.
Kuros
1d20+18
The attempts to claw and bite at Tyrrin were completely ineffective, but the sheer weight of people climbing on her was starting to drag her down. The townsfolk trying to attack from the other side were stopped by Settro's blade barrier. A few were cut to bits since they seemed to be completely without fear or pain, but before the others could force their way through Dom began his waterbending.
The group that was attacking fell down like limp rag dolls, every one of them dead. Those among the away team who were infected lose their increased strength and dexterity, but can think more clearly.
Tyrrin slumps slightly in the aftermath, before straightening again. "They're dead." she says matter of factly, looking at one of the corpses. Her voice is slightly hollowing, as if pushing away sadness. "We can't rest yet. Professor Yrrum, is the Virus airborne? Dom, we need that water contained, now. We can't let the disease spread back out."
Then she brings the pen back to bear, comm signal opening again to Professor Sunwake. "Professor, Dom was able to bend the virus out of the victims, but they are still dead. This area needs to be contained as soon as possible, and my magic is running very low. And... once that's over... well, we don't have enough resources to bring these people back. We'll need Priests to put them to rest properly. Tyrrin out."
Rena tries to indicate that she followed Tryko'Sam somewhat long-winded explanation of Eros, with a nod, and: "Soo... it's a God of Love? Does he shoot arrows of love?" she asks a bit hesitantly, slightly self-conscious of her lack of knowledge here. "Gods are weird though, most people don't really understand them." she says by way of attempting to appear a bit more learned than she really was.
"I'll join you if you plan on looking into the attack..." a thought suddenly occured to Rena after all the afternoon's excitement - continued talk of the infirmary triggering her memory. "Er... have any of you seen Bradley since earlier?" she asks, a touch of concern in her voice.
Ardiente once again feels the hard stone of the teleportation room floor beneath his feet - having returned with Fieri for the umpteenth time in as many days. "We're getting there." he says, somehow still standing straight after the constant marathon - he had only really had that nap in the kiln for the last 3 or 4 days.
Even if he's standing straight, his tone belies a certain weariness. "How are you holding up Fieri? Do you need a break yet?"
Lang smiles, its almost as if just hearing Midori and Sara comforts him.
Midori, you feeling a bit couragous?
and almost without letting her respond...
Sara, If you want to learn to fly an owl, its time for lesson one. climb on up here and take the reins.
looking down to Simba It will be alright, I trust her
Its alright Sara, I won't let anything bad happen.
If Sara does climb on up Lang grabs hold of Midori and bends the wind around them so the two together float to a seat toward the back giving Sara room at the reigns.
Lang can feel Midori tense ever so slightly as he grabs her and they are pushed up - she grips him back just to be sure, but beyond that, she seems to have placed faith in Lang. Or isn't all that afraid of the long drop below them.
"Uh. OK."
Sara climbs up under them and holds the reigns in her hands.
"Uh. OK."
Sara climbs up under them and holds the reigns in her hands.
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just stay calm, you simply give a gentle tug on the side you want me to turn or a gentle pull on both if you want me to go up. a light snap to go faster. those are the basics, but I'll be listening to you in case you forget and keep you safe.
"I've got everyone capable of casting one that's still here putting up walls of fire between that cold and the landing area. There's too many firebirds still here who can be damaged by it...and we have a few still out there who were helping to gather as many of the nesting phoenix as possible. Use extreme caution about landing. I need to find someone who's already up here and isn't vulnerable to cold to go and check it out. Which is probably me, but I'm running out of juice. Suggestions?"
"I don't know who that was, but the first guy that piped up...if he isn't adversely effected by heat or cold, sounds good to me, Boss."
She gives an almost unregisterable tug to the left and right, testing his responses.
It takes the shaman a few moments to get inside, and begin trying to make his way to his sister.
He then runs across the walking lion, which draws his curiosity. He walks over to it, and says bluntly "You are a most interesting creature"
"Th.. Thanks. I'm an Asterion, an angel of sorts."
he bows slightly, and his tail flicks nervously.
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She gives an almost unregisterable tug to the left and right, testing his responses.
Simba continues on straight.
you have to be decicive in where you choose to go. I man only respond to your directions when they are clear. you can tell me also, but that is a special gift that only you can do. which is why I and glad to have you at the reigns
The lycan arches an eyebrow "An Angel huh? I have never met such a being before"
"Well, good to meet you."
tural extends a paw. If you shake it, it is cold to the touch, as if he gave off very little to no body heat.
"I'm tural. You?"
He shakes the paw, and shivers just a bit at the unexpected chill "Little cold to the touch there Tural. I am Silinrul, well met"
"Uh... Yeah. Angel thing."
"Anyway, I'm new here... I don't know much of what to do around here..."
Sensing the creature's deception, but seeing no harm in it, Sil lets it slide. "I too am new, arrived here just this morning. However, I am unsure if I will be staying."
"Ah. I'm staying here on behalf of my master, riviarti."
"My sister attends this school, but I must confess, I am ill at ease in such a technological environment. I am used to living among the trees and forests, not inside some giant concrete box"
"I... Uh.. You're uncomfortable with... Technology. Well, alright then. Um... Maybe you should go outside?"
tural is immediately nervous and fidgety after you mention your discomfort.
"I just came in from out there, after getting turned around by this confounded school. Right now, I wish to go be with my sister. You wouldn't happen to know how to get to the large room where people gather to eat, would you?"
tural touches the wall.
"Well... The lunchroom is... This way. Follow me."
He nods his thanks, and follows the strange angel creature.
in a few minutes, tural leads them to the lunchroom. He clicks faster and more often as he walks, and slightly louder.
"Here we are."
"Is it normal for you to make clicking sounds as you walk?" The young man asks as they walk to the cafeteria.
he fidgets a little again.
"Yes... It is normal for me."
Noting the lioness seems nervous Sil tries to put her at rest "I am sorry if I am being rude with my questions. I find it best to speak ones mind as often as possible"
"No, not rude. There's no way you could know how nervous your questions make me feel."
"My questions make you nervous? Why? What fear have you of me?"
"You... You did say you... Disliked machines, correct?"
she looks away.
"It is not that I dislike them, rather they make me uncomfortable. I am a shaman, one with this world, and the spirits who live on and with her. Machines are unnatural, born of man, not of nature."
"Well, I'm sorta halfway in-between. I'm alive.. Sort of. This skin you see is fake, though, under that is nothing but metal."
"So, you are sort of machine? Hmm. You have been quite kind to me. Perhaps not all machines are bad, though I still do not think I will overly trust them" He says with sincerity in his voice.