she thinks for a moment.
"So, you're a shaman? What does that entail? It seems like you work well with nature. Can you speak animal?"
"I can indeed speak to the beasts of the land, as well as the avian who call the sky their home. I can even speak to the spirits of plants, and other things found in nature. Everything has a spirit, from the tiniest of pebbles, to the mightiest mountain. The roaring river, the breeze through the trees, as well as all creatures found in the natural world possess a spirit. I can talk to them all." He says with a touch of pride in his voice.
"Wow. I can't talk to plants, but i can talk to animals without either of us actually speaking. I can also talk to and understand anything that has a language... And sorry if I'm a little skeptical about rocks having sprints."
"I'm willing to bet you have a spirit, yet you are part machine. Not much more different between you and a rock, but I understand your skepticism."
"Wait what? Slow down a sec. The infirmary was attacked too? And what happened in town? Gah, I'm so lost after yesterday..."
"Some attack on the infirmary-- blown up, along with some dragon attack or something? As for town, nothing wrong with it last I checked, a few days ago, for me. Crazy stuff happens a lot here, no? Then again, it does seem to be a nexus for oddness and drama. Pretty sure the infirmary is ok now though. Some students fixed it up recently. Should be okay."
Tryko'Sam stretches in his seat and asks, "Not sure where Bradley is, and to be honest, I don't recall meeting him, so, can't really speak to that."
That brings Rena up short, looking at Tryko'Sam strangely, then over to Maya. "Oh... um. How much did your forget of your time here when you did what you did? Cause we were with Bradley this afternoon." she asks, worry shifting momentarily from Bradley back to Tryko'Sam, meeting his eyes.
That brings Rena up short, looking at Tryko'Sam strangely, then over to Maya. "Oh... um. How much did your forget of your time here when you did what you did? Cause we were with Bradley this afternoon." she asks, worry shifting momentarily from Bradley back to Tryko'Sam, meeting his eyes.
"Wait, he was the thin guy on the roof with us briefly, right? Didn't we only-- well, you guys more than me, just hang out with him? Memory fart there. It's been a few days, plus, barely know the dude."
Tryko'Sam shrugs and smiles sheepishly.
"See, if you had a cell phone with him, and hands, you could just ring him up, or use the arrows I guess and track him down."
He sounds helpful.
"Actually, I'm pretty sure i do myself. I'm also made up of hundreds of moving metal parts. If you were to break a rock, would the pieces all have spirits? They are just smaller rocks now. If everything has a sprit, that means i have hundreds..."
"Wait, he was the thin guy on the roof with us briefly, right? Didn't we only-- well, you guys more than me, just hang out with him? Memory fart there. It's been a few days, plus, barely know the dude."
Tryko'Sam shrugs and smiles sheepishly.
"See, if you had a cell phone with him, and hands, you could just ring him up, or use the arrows I guess and track him down."
He sounds helpful.
"Oh... I guess it's been a while for you. Sorry, I forgot." she returns, also somewhat sheepishly, standing down her alarmism, though her tail is still flicking anxiously. "I think I will go look for him though. I'm glad you have your memories back now Tryko'Sam. Come find me if you need me."
There is a slight nuzzle from Rena, then the snake creature turns to Asha as well. "And I'll see you in our room tonight, okay? Stay safe." and another nuzzle.
Not nearly as affectionate with Maya and Tybalt, Rena still smiles to them and says. "You guys too. Have a good day if I don't see you."
And then the snake-creature floats off, heading through the door, which she is glad to find automatically slides open for her. Out in the hallways, she puts her tail on the wall and calls forth the arrows to find Bradley.
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."
Dom solemnly nods to Settro. "Or you could cancel the spell. Your choice." He calls to Settro in a wary voice.
After hearing Tyrrin's orders. "Yah I'll need something to contain the water in, something big. He looks to the blackened water.
Dave blasts it with ice from his mouth "that should make transporting it easier, didn't want to incinerate it, because I don't know what will work and if it didn't work I'd be putting it in the air"
"I know some great techniques for causing pain. Would like me to show you one before we get down to the whole fighting thing? Id be happy to you know, its so rare for a torturer to have a willing subject, or a like minded audience. I know this great spot right near the heart where you can pierce ever so slowly to great effect."
"See ya. Good luck finding him."
Tybalt waves as she leaves.
"Crazy stuff is bound to happen in a school packed with magic kids, but this sounds a lot bigger than just powers going wrong. It doesn't sound like a student did it. I guess the school is back in order now. I haven't seen anything broken since I got here, other than people's spirits. Between that and the sun..."
He trails off.
"Ugh. Ignore me. Let's just change the subject. Are we ready to go?"
Tybalt seems to have a habit of ignoring what he considers bad things. He never commented much on Asha's previous conditions and now he tries to move on from the harshness of what happened yesterday.
It's probably not for a lack of caring, obviously he's compassionate about that, but he seems to not want to discuss past things he can't help fix.
He downs the rest of the cream and waves the stand away.
He walks over and sets the glass in a sink or on a bar, whichever there is.
The pad and pen were stowed back in the bag and his pocket.
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She gives an almost unregisterable tug to the left and right, testing his responses.Simba continues on straight.
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Watching as the butler opens the door out for Rena, as she leaves, Msya looks back at the remaining pre-adults and says, "I suppose I shall bid you three farewell, for the time being."
She rises up and puts her glass down while doing so. "Tryko, if you discover anything off, regarding your memories and the fix we conducted, find me. Otherwise, I'll be in touch soon. A pleasure chatting with you all. I shall remain here for a duration yet."
Rising up, Tryko'Sam stretches after placing his emptied drink down.
"Until later then, Maya. Ping me if needed. Off to socialize and hang with new friends. Lead on, peeps."
He dusts himself off, moving to the door out, preparing to open it as needed for exiting.
"Oh. One last thing before we go. Maya, you're really good with the sim room. Do you think you could help me build the program for Dave's birthday party? It's on Saturday."
Silinrul chuckles at Tural's question "No, it doesn't quite work that way. At least, perhaps not as you might think. The pieces of broken rock would still possess its spirit, but it would be fractured and shattered as well. Such a spirit would be near useless."
"Hunh. Intersting. So, it's less like a soul, more like an energy?"
"Sort of, yea. It can communicate to those who possess the knowledge of spirit speech, and can also teach its secrets. Often, however, one must travel to their realm to truly learn from most spirits."
"Well, that's neat. Anyway, we should be at the lunchroom soon. Any more questions?"
"Not at the moment, no. Thank you for your help."
Once they enter the lunchroom, and he spots Jai and Ehos talking to a roguish looking young man and a girl who looks to part fiend. He walks over to them, motioning for Tural to follow "Hey sis. Ehos. This Tural, who is apparently some sort of machine angel or angel machine. She was kind enough to assist me in finding you"
"Oh. One last thing before we go. Maya, you're really good with the sim room. Do you think you could help me build the program for Dave's birthday party? It's on Saturday."
"I would be most happy to assist, but, do you feel it is wise to use a simulation? Why not prepare a party beyond the walls of these rooms, I'm sure there is plenty of time to prepare and in doing so, you might make new social ties with others. Either way, come find me to discuss if you still desire assistance. I do enjoy parties."
As she says this, the room switches, instantly, into a modern city skyline apartment setting, with a view of water out one facing, and water, bridges and more city out the other. A bay region, with green, blue and buildings. Her clothing has changed as well to a business casual outfit, blouse in light cream color, charcoal grey skirt, stockings and minor heels. Her hair is up in an intricate set of buns now, and she has light make up.
"Until we meet again. Do be well and take care of one another." She smiles once and looks out the impressive view, though there is a hint of sadness as she considers it.
Tryko'Sam opens the front door out at this point, the school hall awaits.
Tural nods to jai and ehos, but doesn't say anything. This wasn't her place to intrude.
Tybalt pads away from the sink and quickly hugs Maya on his way out.
"Thanks. I'll think about it."
He gets to the door.
"See ya later." He says with a smile as he ducks out the door.
"Uh sure just let me connect my suit to the HUD" the window/screen flashes blue then zooms in lightly "there, that's about all I can do without actually getting closer or having different equipment that I know better how to use
"Ummm.....I think that's House Soleil. At least, if I'm seeing that crest clearly. But I might be mistaken."
"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.
::Well, feel free to ask me for help if you do need any. It's a long flight there.::
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.
"Great, you can go find out what's going on. Report in as soon as you find out anything....but....be respectful while you're out there. This place isn't supposed to be open to any non-firebirds. We're trying to respect that as much as possible, but this is something a firebird can't safely deal with."
Arthur pipes up over the radio "I'd like to point out that my armors do double as environment suits
"I think that one trespasser on what amounts to sacred ground is enough, don't you? But if he needs backup, you're it."
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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.
Sadie shrieks as the blood burns her as it touches her skin.
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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.
Sadie managed to duck away from the grapple, slipping out of the demon's grasp. With the constantly shifting forcefields whirling around her, it was sometimes difficult to tell exactly where she was.
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."
There was a long pause. "I...understand. Save the ones you can...and make sure that there aren't any pockets of virus you've missed. It all needs to be contained. I've been listening in on Nala's analysis of the virus in the girl in stasis....our equipment doesn't have high enough settings to accurately measure its lethality."
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?"
Fieri shook her head, trying to hide her exhaustion. "There's no time for breaks. We only have an hour or so left. I can keep going. It's only a little bit longer."
"Oh... I guess it's been a while for you. Sorry, I forgot." she returns, also somewhat sheepishly, standing down her alarmism, though her tail is still flicking anxiously. "I think I will go look for him though. I'm glad you have your memories back now Tryko'Sam. Come find me if you need me."
There is a slight nuzzle from Rena, then the snake creature turns to Asha as well. "And I'll see you in our room tonight, okay? Stay safe." and another nuzzle.
Not nearly as affectionate with Maya and Tybalt, Rena still smiles to them and says. "You guys too. Have a good day if I don't see you."
And then the snake-creature floats off, heading through the door, which she is glad to find automatically slides open for her. Out in the hallways, she puts her tail on the wall and calls forth the arrows to find Bradley.
After bidding an affectionate farewell to her friends, Rena heads through the halls in search of Bradley. The arrows lead her to a small courtyard off of the kitchens where there was a compost heap. Bradley appears to be sleeping in the compost. He looks to be hurt or sick or some combination of the two.
adon runs ahead as the creature stares at it's finger. stopping behind it so there is nowhere to run.
"Bad move."
"Might want to start talking, beastie. You've done gone and made my null-magic buddy a bit touchy." She adjusts her grip on her shortswords, ready to move.
Rising up, Tryko'Sam stretches after placing his emptied drink down.
"Until later then, Maya. Ping me if needed. Off to socialize and hang with new friends. Lead on, peeps."
He dusts himself off, moving to the door out, preparing to open it as needed for exiting.
"It was nice meeting you, Maya," she said shyly as she followed the other two out of the SIM room. She seemed content to follow them to the infirmary, although she still kept a wary distance from Tybalt. She liked him well enough, but well...ouch.
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Arthur pipes up over the radio "I'd like to point out that my armors do double as environment suits"I think that one trespasser on what amounts to sacred ground is enough, don't you? But if he needs backup, you're it."
"fine, standing by to assist if needed, Hermes, since I'm staying back be sure to record this"
"Uh sure just let me connect my suit to the HUD" the window/screen flashes blue then zooms in lightly "there, that's about all I can do without actually getting closer or having different equipment that I know better how to use1d20+12+11
1d20+11"Ummm.....I think that's House Soleil. At least, if I'm seeing that crest clearly. But I might be mistaken."
"Soleil eh? they particularly important? or interesting for that matter? seeing as we're going to be waiting here for a bit"
"Not at the moment, no. Thank you for your help."
Once they enter the lunchroom, and he spots Jai and Ehos talking to a roguish looking young man and a girl who looks to part fiend. He walks over to them, motioning for Tural to follow "Hey sis. Ehos. This Tural, who is apparently some sort of machine angel or angel machine. She was kind enough to assist me in finding you"
'Hello Tural.' flashes up on Ehos' datapad in easily read white letters, in the Common language. He decides not to overly question what an "angel machine" might be exactly - he had been at Avalon long enough to know that it didn't really matter what people were - it was what they did that made the difference. Usually anyway. 'Come, sit. If you're hungry Silinrul, there's food just over there.' Ehos continues to display noiselessly with his pad, motioning to the food line-up nearby.
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1d6+12Sadie managed to duck away from the grapple, slipping out of the demon's grasp. With the constantly shifting forcefields whirling around her, it was sometimes difficult to tell exactly where she was.
There was a long pause. "I...understand. Save the ones you can...and make sure that there aren't any pockets of virus you've missed. It all needs to be contained. I've been listening in on Nala's analysis of the virus in the girl in stasis....our equipment doesn't have high enough settings to accurately measure its lethality."
"Be sure that the virus isn't adapting itself against your diagnostic equipment Professor - it adapts extremely quickly, and since it is sentient it may be attempting to frighten us overly. I have no doubt that it is extremely potent, but fear will rob us of our mental faculties." the elf replies into her comm device, before looking at the others. There were alot of bodies around them, but they couldn't stop now. "The ice may not hold the virus for long, and my Walls of Force are expended. This is a bandage fix at best. Does anyone have access to an empty Demi-plane perhaps?"
She looked around Kuros - which felt somewhat more empty right at this moment, straining her ears. "We should search around to make sure we haven't missed any of the virus." she offers as well.
Fieri shook her head, trying to hide her exhaustion. "There's no time for breaks. We only have an hour or so left. I can keep going. It's only a little bit longer."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?"
"Alright, let's go. There's three left on the list. We're cutting it close, but we should make it." Ardiente says, looking down the list at the final three. They had spoken to alot of firebirds in the past couple days... but not nearly as many as there should've been - suicide had claimed many of the abjured.
Pushing away the weariness and despondancy that came with it, Ardiente nods and gets their next destination ready.
After bidding an affectionate farewell to her friends, Rena heads through the halls in search of Bradley. The arrows lead her to a small courtyard off of the kitchens where there was a compost heap. Bradley appears to be sleeping in the compost. He looks to be hurt or sick or some combination of the two.
Bradley's day isn't about to get better as suddenly a huge feathered snake-monster with wings is descending upon him, poking at him gently with her massive snout. The massive monster opens it's mouth, massive razor-sharp teeth looking as though it's about to have Bradley for dinner! From somewhere very close nearby, Bradley hears the silken-soft voice of the girl he has a crush on, saying his name in a worried tone.
Yet Bradley is not eaten, and once again he can hear Rena say his name from... the snake monster?
"Bradley are you alright?" Rena asks worriedly. She couldn't exactly lift him out of the pile without using her teeth, and she knew from earlier that Bradley was afraid of things with big teeth. Instead she was trying to gently move him out of the compost pile with her snout. "How can I help?" she asks, panic beginning to creep into her words.
There was a long pause. "I...understand. Save the ones you can...and make sure that there aren't any pockets of virus you've missed. It all needs to be contained. I've been listening in on Nala's analysis of the virus in the girl in stasis....our equipment doesn't have high enough settings to accurately measure its lethality.""Be sure that the virus isn't adapting itself against your diagnostic equipment Professor - it adapts extremely quickly, and since it is sentient it may be attempting to frighten us overly. I have no doubt that it is extremely potent, but fear will rob us of our mental faculties." the elf replies into her comm device, before looking at the others. There were alot of bodies around them, but they couldn't stop now. "The ice may not hold the virus for long, and my Walls of Force are expended. This is a bandage fix at best. Does anyone have access to an empty Demi-plane perhaps?"
She looked around Kuros - which felt somewhat more empty right at this moment, straining her ears. "We should search around to make sure we haven't missed any of the virus." she offers as well.
"not I, but I can keep hitting it with ice every few seconds, keeping up the bandaid, normally I'd think that such cold would kill it, but with this thing I don't want to get our hopes up, and I certainly don't want to lower our guard[/ooc]
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She gives an almost unregisterable tug to the left and right, testing his responses.Simba continues on straight.
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Simba flies straight for a bit then he takes a sudden dive at a rather high speed then swoops back up and resumes a normal cruising altitude and speed.
the sudden change in direction causes all those on board to grab for something. Sara already gripping the reigns is alright and it seems that her postion is just perfect to such a manuever.
Maya hugs back, though surprised by the affection, it isn't un welcomed. She does not appear to notice the cold either in the embrace from Tybalt.
"Be well, until next time."
The door out is attended by the butler, and he shuts it neatly as they leave.
"Pretty glad that memory thing is fairly resolved. Seems we can repeat it if necessary too, so I'll be my usual self, more often. Talk about crazy coincidences running into Maya, but that's normal in my world. At least, when it did happen, we realized how and moved on pretty quickly. There were a few, wtf's back in the day, but all in all, nothing we didn't stress over too much."
As he walks along with Asha and Tybalt, it would appear his clothing from the SIM room remains as it was just moments earlier.
"So, Asha, can you remember your mental state when you did your ghosting trick? Sounds to me you subconsciously picked up a defensive ability after all those years of abuse in your tower with the servants and staff. If, I've found, you can call up the mental muscles to repeat the action, you could manage to ghost out on purpose. I knew a fellow who could alter his density, seems as if you could be doing similar, or a variant of such."
He's casually walking along, occasionally peeking over while talking.
"Oh yeah, by the way, Tybalt, if you wanted some assistance with SIM programming, officially, me and that blonde musician chick, Mel, was it? We're tasked to be the go-to folks. I think her side of it is more technical, repair the hardware type, could be wrong, while I'm the visual artistic type. I've already whipped up a few pre-made scenarios and am planning on releasing 'em for public use, but, got side tracked. The system is pretty wicked though, maybe even self aware, so you shouldn't have a problem. Happy to help if you still want. Dunno about the blonde though, so you'll have to ask. I seriously doubt she'd say no if you ask her."
He shrugs after saying that, looking on ahead as they walk along to the infirmary.
Tybalt is walking against the wall, upside down on the ceiling, to maximize space between him and Asha, paying more attention to his and her pain than to Tryko'Sam's dislike of magic.
"Cool. Thanks. Mel is pretty nice. If we do it in a SIM room, I have a team of people that are good with it. You guys are invited too, by the way. Unless you have something against Dave. It sucks, but some people do."
He continues to walk for a moment before realizing something.
"Wait a second. How are you still in those clothes? I thought they were sim room stuff."
He seems really confused, but resists the urge to inspect them, getting the heavy feeling that Tryko'Sam is a really "personal space" kind of guy.
"Simba says hold on!" She yells just before they dive.
Sara laughs as they make their dive, holding onto the reigns tight.
"Sorry no demi-plane, but I have to agree we need to see if there is anyone that wasn't here that is still infected." He replies with a serious look. "I would help you with the water, but after using water that way the chi flowing through it is replaced with inert chi."