Alreenneesha looks around, there the village and farmlands, as she looks there is a faint light up in the woods.
she slows and then sends to the ones below
::"I think I see a fire of some kind up ahead its in the woods, it not part of the being made buildings here."::
She sends out a long shaft of light pointing the way to it.
The others at the fire can see a ling shaft of light now pointing at them from the thing made of light some 300, now above the village.
"Maybe we can find a hobby you'd like. If you can do magic, maybe you could try crafting."
"Being made of acid doesn't support that. If i get distracted, i tend to melt things."
He takes a seat and waits for a moment as she sits silently.
"From what I know, it sounds like you feel like you don't have anyone here for you with everything that's happened. I speak for all of us when I say that it isn't anything you did. The past few days have been very hard on everyone, and I'm sure that it isn't for lack of trying that they can't help you with this. Everyone is very busy trying to recover after all that's happened. I am here to help you. But if we're going to get anywhere, I'm going to need you to be part of this."
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I'm part of this, or if I get better or whatever. It just doesn't matter. Just leave me alone," she said in a monotone voice.
"But it does matter. What do you think these people that you want to be here would think if they saw you this way? Do you think they would like to see you this way? Would you stay like this, if you knew it hurt them to see you so sad over them? It isn't doing you or them any good to be this way. You know they do care about you, even if they can't show you right now. It /would/ do both of you good, to know that the sooner you accept this and move past it, the more happy all of you will be. And you do want them to be happy, even if you don't yourself, don't you?"
"You could still brew potions. All of that stays in glass beakers and testubes. I could even teach you that one."
He continues to leisurely backstroke through the lake.
"It's kinda dark now, maybe I-"
He stops talking abruptly as a Light appears on his jacket.
"Well... that's uh.... new.... I usually have to drink something...."
"But it does matter. What do you think these people that you want to be here would think if they saw you this way? Do you think they would like to see you this way? Would you stay like this, if you knew it hurt them to see you so sad over them? It isn't doing you or them any good to be this way. You know they do care about you, even if they can't show you right now. It /would/ do both of you good, to know that the sooner you accept this and move past it, the more happy all of you will be. And you do want them to be happy, even if you don't yourself, don't you?"
"Are you freaking kidding me?" she says with a flash of temper. "You don't know anything about what happened. You don't know any of the people involved. Don't act like you know what they feel...felt...whatever. I don't want to talk to you."
"I don't know. From what i understand, potions don't tend to be all that useful... What's new?"
"OK... OK..."
He allows her a moment to calm down before he continues.
"Potions can be very useful if you know how to use them.... Oh ya. You can't see it right now. I wanted a light and then one happened on my coat. Like the spell. Maybe I also got a dragon's spellcasting ability..."
He says the last bit mostly musing out loud.
"But you cast hold more powerful things in them. Other forms of crafting just seem better."
"I suppose you could try making glass weapons or wands or such. Just offering suggestions you yourself could use."
"I'm a nearly immortal being that can spellcast and fight with an acidic whip. I don't really need to use magic items for myself."
"Well, there's always other hobbies. What else would you like to try?"
Mel smiles at Arthur regarding his approval.
Thanks, He's going through a lot and he really could use some good friends in his corner. like us. she says with a smile.
Come on lets go find Tybs. she says as she heads out of the kitchen.
but it was too late, Tyb's left.
Dang, wonder where he went to. She pulls out her sonic adjusts some settings. looking to Arthur You wanna see how this works?
she shows him how to adjust the settings and how to activate the sonic she then hands it to Arthur. Now point it at the wall and think about who you want to find. then press this button right here and hold it until the arrows appear.
"OK... OK..."
He allows her a moment to calm down before he continues.
Morrivan goes back to ignoring him, but now there is a slight frown on her face as she stares off into space.
"OK now. I'm going to let you be for now. Just remember that there are people that care about. I know how people feel it's my job."
He stands and leaves the room.
He calls over a nurse.
"She isn't willing to cooperate right now. I'm scheduling appointments twice a day. Keep her on watch and don't give her anything she could hurt herself with. Once she has a little time, she may open up more. Only time will tell. Magic or etcetera needs to be the last fail safe with this. If we know anyone we think can help, contacting them to come talk to her may help. I do believe she can be remedied, but it will take time. Contact me if her condition worsens."
He writes this out on his notepad, and hands it to the nurse.
Nurse Julie was standing outside the room as Shiro was working with his patient, hoping to learn all she can.
she knocks on the door ever so timidly.
I understand you called for me? she asks shyly.
After taking the instructions. I'll do my best sir. she recieves her instructions and takes a seat, reviewing the notes.
It appears though that Nurse Julie may actually know much more than she lets on but also knows her place as well.
"Thank you."
With a smile and nod, the panda bear goes back to his office to fill out the flattened forest of paperwork from all the new appointments after yesterday.
"Can't you just touch the wall and do it that way though?" Even though he says this he does as instructed.
Mel is close to Arthur as she shows him and whispers in his ear
I could, but then we would miss this
she seems to enjoy the "innocent" contact. indicating She would rather touch Arthur instead of the wall.
well, its a little of both really. I program the setting and it makes the link and transmits the intended thought data to the prescripted target.
as the arrows appear, Come on lets go... she says excitedly leading Arthur off toward where the arrows lead. Tyb's room
Once there, Mel knocks at the door.
As the beam of light appears, It would seem that the spirit is intent on finding me. I wonder if there is a problem that needs my attention, but the sprits seldom call on my help its usually the other way around.
Lang starts to head toward the source of the light.
Nurse Julie goes to close the door but notices Morrivan's friends out there.
she motions for them to come in once the doctor has left.
Nurse Julie also takes a seat.
I'm afraid I was not here during the tragedy that occured yesterday. I guess I have no right to really offer much assistance. but I figured that at least with friends nearby, there is hope that not everything is lost.
She sits next to Morrivan. I probably will never really know what your going through. but do you think You would like to tell me about what happened? If anything, I'm ready to listen.
Nurse Julie just smiles and tries to be as comforting as possible. hoping that at least with friends present things would go better.
When Sara mentions about the fire a couple of the villagers that came offer to keep an eye on the fire and those that are resting.
One of the villagers is the same little girl that kept following Grim around earlier when they arrived. and brought food.
she goes to grim Are you going with Lang? I'll bet you've been on lots of adventures with lang. What's your name? My name is Kay. she looks to have found teh courage to talk to Grim.
she still has trouble looking him the eyes though.
"huh, oh," he tries to answer her questions in order "yeah I guess, we went to the sun a little while back, uh the small one with the firebirds, not the big one out in space, before that me and some of my other friends, like midori over there" he points at her "fought a giant sea monster, Lang wasn't there for that one though, he was busy, anyway my name is Grim Jr., nice to meet you I guess?" he raises one eyebrow wondering why she's acting funny.
Ryuzo raises an eyebrow but says nothing out loud.
::Nala, this is a ruse. A defense mechanism perhaps?::
::No doubt. But whose defense mechanism?::
She checked the scans for any signs of change in Jessa's mental activity.
"I do apologize for frightening you, Miss Mar'Niell. As I said, it's been a long day. Aside from an occasionally overly sharp tongue, you have nothing to fear from me."
The girl's brain activity in no way resembles the baseline patterns Nala recorded earlier. They do not even seem to be Jessa's patterns being modified, they are the patterns of a completely different person.
She seems to shift her position slightly just before Ryuzo tells Nala that she is hiding something. Like a course of action was being evaluated and had been discarded.
The voice that comes from under the curtain of hair is perfectly calm, almost utterly devoid of inflection, "What have you done? Why do they no longer sing to me?"
::Well, that answers that question...::
"The guest arrives. We know Jessa, who are we speaking with now?"
She sees shapes coming down the path, she lowers herself back to Long and Zilla.
"Some beings are coming, but not from the village"
Then there is daylight all around her and the others.
::Well, that answers that question...::
"The guest arrives. We know Jessa, who are we speaking with now?"
She answers immediately, and her voice takes on a formal tone, "I am subject G7-8360J." She continues in a harder tone, almost angry, "How would you know people from my dreams?" A hand raises to her head, to the electrodes there, "Ah, you are monitoring my cranial activity, of course. I ask again, what have you done to me?"
Tybalt is pulled from his musings from a knock at the door.
He burst out of the pile of soft things like a Bulett from the ground.
Knock. Him? No. Too light... Need pants. Stupid human customs...
He pulls on a pair of green and blue striped, loose pants(the ones from image one) as he goes to the door.
"Hello?"
The shirtless catfolk answers the door. An athletic build is what's usually under his latest creation in fashion, light abs that come from being healthy, but not working to be well muscled.
"Oh, hi. Did I forget something? You can hold on to the sleeves. I won't need them for a couple weeks."
She answers immediately, and her voice takes on a formal tone, "I am subject G7-8360J." She continues in a harder tone, almost angry, "How would you know people from my dreams?" A hand raises to her head, to the electrodes there, "Ah, you are monitoring my cranial activity, of course. I ask again, what have you done to me?"::Well, that answers that question...::
"The guest arrives. We know Jessa, who are we speaking with now?"
"I turned off the virus sentience. It was necessary. Three minds to deal with was too many. I do find your insistence that Jessa is the dream interesting. If you're the real one, why is she the one with the real name? All you have is a number," she said in a neutral voice, taking notes. She was currently playing the role of 'scientist' to the hilt since that was what this girl expected to find.
"I turned off the virus sentience. It was necessary. Three minds to deal with was too many. I do find your insistence that Jessa is the dream interesting. If you're the real one, why is she the one with the real name? All you have is a number," she said in a neutral voice, taking notes. She was currently playing the role of 'scientist' to the hilt since that was what this girl expected to find.
Her voice sounds a little confused, "Turned off their sentience? You " With a shriek of rage she launches herself off the table at Nala almost too fast for the eye to follow, metallic claws three times the length of her fingers flashing and reaching for Nala.
As the beam of light appears, It would seem that the spirit is intent on finding me. I wonder if there is a problem that needs my attention, but the sprits seldom call on my help its usually the other way around.
Lang starts to head toward the source of the light.
"I've got your back Lang. I can at least run interference if things aren't friendly. But lets see if we can hurry this along so we can check on Zilla." Hew tells him as he starts to follow along. He uses his staff as a sort of balancing pint as he moves with.
She sees shapes coming down the path, she lowers herself back to Long and Zilla.
"Some beings are coming, but not from the village"
Then there is daylight all around her and the others.
As the area becomes lit up Zilla recognizes everyone and charges toward them. "There you guys are!!!" She yells trying to get the groups attention.
"What's Zilla doing here too?"
"I turned off the virus sentience. It was necessary. Three minds to deal with was too many. I do find your insistence that Jessa is the dream interesting. If you're the real one, why is she the one with the real name? All you have is a number," she said in a neutral voice, taking notes. She was currently playing the role of 'scientist' to the hilt since that was what this girl expected to find.Her voice sounds a little confused, "Turned off their sentience? You " With a shriek of rage she launches herself off the table at Nala almost too fast for the eye to follow, metallic claws three times the length of her fingers flashing and reaching for Nala.
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"I turned off the virus sentience. It was necessary. Three minds to deal with was too many. I do find your insistence that Jessa is the dream interesting. If you're the real one, why is she the one with the real name? All you have is a number," she said in a neutral voice, taking notes. She was currently playing the role of 'scientist' to the hilt since that was what this girl expected to find.Her voice sounds a little confused, "Turned off their sentience? You " With a shriek of rage she launches herself off the table at Nala almost too fast for the eye to follow, metallic claws three times the length of her fingers flashing and reaching for Nala.
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Struggling to resolve the conflict between needing to keep the biohazard in a safe location and needing to protect one of its people from harm, parts of the school near the biohazard ward shudder as the floor of the lab flows up with the sound of a landslide. Directly in front of Nala there is a claw-tipped arm extending out of a rock bubble. Jessa's evil twin's voice can be heard clearly swelling rhapsodic on the topic of all the horrible things to which she is going to subject Nala as soon as she is loose.
Royston noted that there was a low level alert at the school true, but he needed to stay here in the woods looking after the student and crime scene. others would have to deal with the school problem.
Follows Zilla at a short distance with she hopes Sun behind.
This must be who they where looking for.
When they greet she waits to one side,
A large elf lady made of light, going out some 60' is a feeling of good.
For those who can detect such things.
Vickory looks around at everything.
"Very interesting. The styling is unlike anything I've ever seen."
Seems delighted with everything, until the computer, "You use a mechanical computer? That is some old science you are using. Though it is much larger then the ones I've seen. What is it's calculating speed?"
As Carl shows her the hold, he go's down the ramp into the hanger coming back carrying some large canisters, he's carrying a lot, for all his size he seems very very strong.
He drops them down with a clang sound.Popping one open you can see its full to the brim with lumps of green rock.
"That's there is plotoneum, of of the rearest minerals in the cosmos, whole tails can be told about that stuff, not much use for stuff but some will pay a good prise for it."
He starts staking the cans.
"If you don't mind me asking Vickory, but where do ya hail from. Not meet your kind before see, be nice to know the dos and donts "
Sun runs up to the group approaching.
Hello everyone, Something happened to Zilla, and this spirit person helped her. I thought you guys would be worried and we were brought here.
Tybalt is pulled from his musings from a knock at the door.
He burst out of the pile of soft things like a Bulett from the ground.
Knock. Him? No. Too light... Need pants. Stupid human customs...
He pulls on a pair of green and blue striped, loose pants(the ones from image one) as he goes to the door.
"Hello?"
The shirtless catfolk answers the door. An athletic build is what's usually under his latest creation in fashion, light abs that come from being healthy, but not working to be well muscled.
"Oh, hi. Did I forget something? You can hold on to the sleeves. I won't need them for a couple weeks."
Mel smiles
No, I, can we come in? hardly waiting for a response. Mel goes in.
I know you probably are still a little bummed about things with Dave and all, I just wanted to let you know that I, or I should say We, indicating Arthur, will be there for ya. and here, I, I mean we, made this for you
Mel holds out a vanilla ice cream cake, with, "for a really great friend" written in chocolate frozen icing.
the cake is a bit lopsided and the words don't quite fit right, there is a heart shape apparently scratched out with a finger on the top as well.
"Ya, c'mon in."
Tybalt steps out of the way and gestures inside.
The rooms interior is odd to say the least.
The room is lit by three mismatched electric chandeliers. The desk at the back has a forest of jewelry trees with each being overly full. Jericho is curled up on a cushion here. Under the desk is a basket of sewing supplies and a folded plastic table. A purple gummy bear statue the size of a taxidermized bear sits in the corner next to the bathroom door. On the other side of that door is a large wooden wardrobe with one door open.
There is a fireplace in the middle of the right wall that burns cold. There is one bed, used and with a few odd feathers of a strange color that glint in the light. Where the other bed would be is a pile of soft miscellanea, a few feat high. There is shag carpeting in the wild half of the room and three different wallpapers, plaid, Paisley, argyle. The other half with the bed is the default Avalon style. Between the bed and cushions is a nightstand with a metal stand something grapefruit size would sit on.
"I'll turn the cold down
When she presents him with the cake he covers his mouth with one paw for a moment, then throws an arm around Mel and Arthur each, careful not to smash the cake.
"It's great. I love it. So much. Thank you.
He sounds very happy about it, as he tries to ignore the grabbing-a-hot-pan feeling Arthur gives without a shirt in between.
He let's them go.
"Here, just let me uh,..."
He starts to go through his pocket, pulling out three plates of different patterns and three pure silver forks.
"Let's see if it tastes as good as it looks. How big a piece do you want?"
A funny gesture with his hand summons a knife made of ice.(ice knife)
"Well, there's always other hobbies. What else would you like to try?"
"Crafting doesn't sound bad, just... The things you've offered seem impractical."
"Maybe you could melt things into shapes. That could be fun. If magical crafting is off the table, making regular things like that could be fun, if not practical."
"What's the point if it's not practical?"