"That is the million gold piece question! isn't it?"
Lily looks at around at her relatives, her face twised in distaste under the curly red hair. She narrows her eyes, annoyed in that moment. "All I would like is just a little class to the music, if it is supposed to be a celebration of the Sun. This is just vulgar. Worse that we have no choice but to listen." she sneers, taking one last look at the Horizon where the Sun had vanished.
"If someone would have the good grace to cast a silencing spell over my tent, I would be much obliged. I've no desire to listen to this drivel any further." she says with a sweep, turning to head inside.
They both fly around for a short time, until the duration of any of Roel's spells are close to running out.
"Hey, let's dive into the lake from up here! Turn back into your normal self as you fall and you can show me how you swim!"
Archena examines the claws at the ends of her fingers as she lies in a scorched part of the ground.
"We could just take your ears off.... a little fire after and they'd be back on..."
She muses some to herself, some actually being tired of her complaining...
"Further, the antimagic seems to be made by my cells on it's own. It cusses me to be very hungry too... Fortunately, since the last incident, I've stabilized somewhat, and can go reasonable amounts of time without eating."
"Alright... But I've heard people live in that lake... I didn't know that before, but... I don't want someone to swim into me."
"Oh, stop being such an idiot! You can't go home now, but that doesn't mean you have no home. You just need to give me some time to go kick their asses and get them in line, okay? I mean, it's what I was planning to do anyways, so it's just an extra reason. And you know, you could always stay here. You'd have to take classes and stuff, but it's not so bad...well, the homework kinda sucks. But you get to meet people from all over. And you can travel on the weekends if you need to. There's a teleportation room and everything. You should listen to me. I obviously got all the brains in the family," she added with a smirk.
Ehos smirks at Julie's serious nature. It had been a good while since Jaiye had put anyone in the infirmary.
'Sil... you said you found the Heart of Agartha? I...' Ehos hesitates slightly, glancing at Jaiye while the letter I hangs on the datapad. 'I think you did this to yourself. You catch alot hanging around my Mother's court, and that particular artifact was mentioned once in a while. I... I think it caused this. And... it's possible that it might keep causing transformations.'
Lang looks amazed at the care Midori has taken to retrieve the flower and was about to comment on the bees making honey from the flower...until she mentions using the flower to make a poison.
he glanes at the honey jar then to Sara. he looks a bit worried now, wondering if he had just eaten poison?
P...P...P...Poison? he says a ting of fear in his voice. what are the symptoms. I think I'm feeling woozy, Do I look alroght?, Is My tongue turning purple? I think that's a bad sign He looks to Sara sticking ut his tongue as he asks this.
Midori actually giggles at that, holding the deadly flower delicately. "Lang-kun, the poison is in the petals, not in the part the bees take from. Even then, you have to work the petals properly to get the poison out. It hard work, but the poison is very deadly once made. I have one dose here." she says, fishing for a tiny bottle in her pouch and holding it forward. The liquid inside is deep purple, and the bottle looks like it has several seals on it to protect it from accidentally spilling.
Archena examines the claws at the ends of her fingers as she lies in a scorched part of the ground.
"We could just take your ears off.... a little fire after and they'd be back on..."
She muses some to herself, some actually being tired of her complaining...
Lily simply ignores Archena's interjection, with a slight "Hmph!"
Still watching Vare, Maya says, "I set the room to these conditions, asked for a level of privacy, and voila-- not sure what you mean by fragments. What were you expecting? Is it not acceptable? I appreciate the quiet, we had a similar setup in our base back home."
No no no... that couldn't be possible. How could she exert control on the Dream if she didn't even know it existed?
"I..." Vare begins, seemingly even more taken aback than he had initially been. "It's not unacceptable, in any event."
He seems to take another few moments looking around the apparently blank room, and it's not exactly apparent what he's searching for. Obviously not blessed with any social graces, this Wizard, as he lets the coversation fall flat during his examination of the seemingly empty space of the Sim Room.
"I think so. Pawns move one space, except they can move two on there first move, and..." He lists off the ways each piece can move and how to win he game. "was that right?"
"This is correct. Would you prefer to play at beginning, intermediate, or advanced difficulty?"
A firebird with dark purple, spiky hair who appears to be constantly shrouded in shadow, walks over to Lily's tent. Without saying a word, she casts the requested spell.
"I'm sure we'll be fine. You /are/ bright green after all."
He does a nose dive into the water.
We he resurfaces, he looks slightly... different. More streamlined. There are webs between his claws and his wings look a little different, more fin like. His tail has a small fin on the end for direction.
"I feel kinda funny..."
"I think so. Pawns move one space, except they can move two on there first move, and..." He lists off the ways each piece can move and how to win he game. "was that right?""This is correct. Would you prefer to play at beginning, intermediate, or advanced difficulty?"
"Beginner. I've never played before, so anything else wouldn't be a good idea."
roel transforms back, and falls into the lake. He pools out in the water a bit, and stretches in and out to move around.
"You sound different, too."
"Eating the flower might make you sick, but I don't think the honey does. I feel fine. Silly."
Sara pokes a Lang.
"Mama said that you leave a tree that's still growing, because if you stop it growing now, it doesn't get to give all it was supposed to. If we pick up the sticks that have stopped growing, we use them for all they were made to be. Living trees have more water too, so they don't burn so good."
Sara doesn't seem to be condemning Grim, just trying to make sure he does things right from now on. She isn't harsh in anything she says.
Once returned to the school grounds, Tryko'Sam stretches and looks around as people start walking off, nods and teleporting.
Seeing people just returning to the building, while looking back from the sight of the winged demon, he turns to consider his options of those remaining.
"Celebratory tavern crawl after a life saving mission anyone? Get to know one another more?"
He smiles briefly while waiting on any takers.
"You mean I look different?"
He looks over himself, stretching limbs around to view.
"Hunh. Maybe part of this is that I adapt to environments subconsciously. I dive into water and I get fins and..." he looks down at the base of his neck.
"Gills.... weird..."
He stops worrying about himself and looks at Roel.
"So you like swimming. Maybe you're part Diger. Digers hide in the base of pools as camouflage. Maybe you're a kind of multi ooze, using the best bits of every species."
"Woah woah whoa, slow your roll, grumpy beak. First off, please don't threaten me. Second, get your stick out of my face. And third, I wasn't going to actually do it unless she asked. We're already miserable enough in the cold without being whined at."
She tugs at the skull on her necklace as she remains calm and on the ground.
"You may make the first move."
Hermes gestures to the board and they begin their game.
"So, any more plans? You get used to the weirdness eventually. Most of the normal people leave during the summer, so I've seen much worse."
Lang looks around, Midori giggling, Sara probably laughing on the inside. Then glances toward Grim.
He turns and tries to look "cool" I knew that..I was just playing, yeah, just playing.
he heads to a spot to get a fire started. lets get the campfire going
*thump* a rotting log hits the ground as tarka reappears. Looking around at the group.
"Looks like I'm the last one back. Neat."
she clutches something white in her hands.
roel floats around a bit.
"Yeah, you sound different. Very neat, gills and fins. I still don't know what i am."
"No plans, not really."
Still watching Vare, Maya says, "I set the room to these conditions, asked for a level of privacy, and voila-- not sure what you mean by fragments. What were you expecting? Is it not acceptable? I appreciate the quiet, we had a similar setup in our base back home."No no no... that couldn't be possible. How could she exert control on the Dream if she didn't even know it existed?
"I..." Vare begins, seemingly even more taken aback than he had initially been. "It's not unacceptable, in any event."
He seems to take another few moments looking around the apparently blank room, and it's not exactly apparent what he's searching for. Obviously not blessed with any social graces, this Wizard, as he lets the coversation fall flat during his examination of the seemingly empty space of the Sim Room.
A slight frown appears, briefly, then Maya says with a smile, "I'm not sure I follow, Wizard Vare, is something amiss? Fragments? Would you like a chair? This room has wondrous abilities to create anything. I would welcome the socializing, it has been a while since I've spoken with someone at length I gave my word to wait here, so I'll be here for a bit." Her faint English accent touching her speech.
Having mostly watched while the villagers are transported again, in silent fascination, Anahita did little else as the mission off world wrapped up. If one were to speculate, she was standing guard, though showed little emotion, save a pensive face as before, while looking about.
Once the return to Avalon initiated, she nodded in agreement as Starcasters were fired up, and simply vanished of her own accord.
Little sprouts of grass growing taller where she had stood moments before, and a fluttering butterfly or two, briefly seen, before winging its way elsewhere, lively flaps of multi-huded wings.
Archena shrugs and says nothing.
This one seems to be playing it cool. Or warm. Or hot. Or whatever the firebird equivalent of cool is.
She continues to toy with the necklace of small fossils and stone around her neck.
Before, her accent had been rough and untempered. One of the ones that wasn't paraded very often, as she had visible mutations as opposed to strange abilities. Not that she didn't have those...
While not traditionally pretty by firebird standards, with human standards, she's rather striking. Her hair is that color half way between brown and ginger that often occurs in the beards of brown haired men, which she wears in a bob cut. Her eyes are dark brown, almost black. She has the lightly tanned skin of those firebirds that spent their time outside on the surface of the sun. She has an athletic build. And just to make sure people notice, she wears a form hugging black-brown suit with red stripes down the side. The short sleeves of the black suit give way to show streaks of feathers on the backs of her forearms, which have a short patch of scales around the area where they attach to her skin. Her fingers have small claws at the end. The feathers are strange and exotic mix of brown, red, yellow, green, and blue. Her build there seems to be smaller than most, but stocky and strong, giving way to a sense of primal strength.
Sara will take the main point in building the fire, enjoying the feeling of showing that she is good at something.
"It's really just speculation. I'm really not sure what you are either, but maybe we can define you with some tests. I'm fairly certain that you're your own breed."
He is swimming in circles around Roel, moving quickly with his new appendages, looking very much like a cross between swamp thing and the loch ness monster.
"What did you guys find?" She asks Grim and Tarka.
"Please, everyone just needs to calm down." Pyyrhos says diplomatically gesturing with his hands so help get his point across. "it might be talk now, but things can escalate quickly and I would rather not have or current home -temporary as it may be- go up in flames. I'd hate for our people to lose another home and even more of their possessions, wouldn't you?"
Seeing people just returning to the building, while looking back from the sight of the winged demon, he turns to consider his options of those remaining.
"Celebratory tavern crawl after a life saving mission anyone? Get to know one another more?"
He smiles briefly while waiting on any takers.
Carl who had been walking past carrying a pile of papers [seruvay maps] stops dad in his tracks at sams words.
He walks up to him.
"te you just say Taven crawl lad? If Ye did then I'm a Dwarf in need o a beer, count me in"
He starts roll up the maps.
"names Carl by the way"
Looking down at Carl, standing about six feet two himself, Tryko'Sam says, "Well, yeah, was hoping to get some bonding time with the fellow heroes-- but, looks like people are just heading into the school instead. Nice to meet yah, called Tryko'Sam. You a student here?"
Tryko'Sam's dressed in leather boots, pants and a loose white shirt, jacket atop that. Very black with off white. Could easily pass for a Bard, if someone were to guess professions by outfits.
Archena shrugs. She has nothing to prove to these people.
She continues to laze in her scorched spot on the ground.
"Anything you want to try? We're kinda burning through activities. We could wander around the library, see if we can dig up anything fun."
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"Please, everyone just needs to calm down." Pyyrhos says diplomatically gesturing with his hands so help get his point across. "it might be talk now, but things can escalate quickly and I would rather not have or current home -temporary as it may be- go up in flames. I'd hate for our people to lose another home and even more of their possessions, wouldn't you?"
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"I was merely asking that in addition to refrain from violence, we also be civil and cordial towards one another, cousin"
"I suppose i am. Anyway, you should look into what you can do with that body. Seems versatile."
tarka smiles widely, before showing off a mostly rotted dead songbird.
"Not much i want to try... I usually spend most of my time working on spells."
she laughs a bit.
Archena puts up both of her hands in the mouth shape 'looking' at each other.
"We must remain civil and stuffy."
She uses a deeper voice, speaking out of the side of her mouth for one of her hands.
"But we don't have to follow those old rules. We aren't in the courts and nobles anymore. We're all equals now and we can do what we want."
She speaks out of the other side, talking for her second hand in her own voice.
Sara looks at the bird sadly, but continues to build the fire. Sometimes animals die, there's nothing she could by crying about it.
"I don't drink Tryko'sam, but thanks for the invite. Perhaps later, for now I should see the schoolmaster for permission to use the library and maybe a place to stay., before it gets too late."
"Ooh, i found this, it reminded me of my dad" he reached into his pocket shuffles around a bit and pulls a chunk of onix resembling a grinning skull
"Ya. Something to try. Maybe I can do things on purpose. Hmm."
He closes his eyes and after a moment his webbing grows thicker and his tail splits in two, turning into a spinning rotor, propelling him very quickly through the water.
"Coooool!"