"Huh? But she said that the "fortune teller" told her it would be a guy with the avatar, so that's just me and hew... You think she meant hew?"
The Gardner simply smiles i do not think it was you in particular. most likely she saw you and in her mind she modified what she was told to match what she wanted. I take it then that Kay likes you. he says with a bit of a chuckle.
do not worry I will be taking her home soon. unless of course you would like for her to study at that school you go to. he adds with a joking smirk.
Morrivan held out her mug. "C'n never have t'many marshmallows."
Julie listens to her explain the netting and the leeches. she remembers using leeches in medicine, but that wasn't a very common practice anymore.
So I guess you like it better here then, no leeches and bug nets to worry about then.
Julie sips her hot cocoa needs more marshmallows. she says grabbing some and dropping them in the hot mug.
you want some more? she offers Morrivan some.
Julie places some more in her mug.
I see you may not want to dicuss the school right now. So tell me, do you want to go back home?
"uh, well, I wouldn't want to stop her if she wanted to go, but uh, I just met her and....I should probably stop talking..."
"If you do I'll take you skydiving tomorrow..."
He says it in a singsong voice to try and convince him to come around.
"Will you come if I go too?"
As the newcomer is brought to the infirmary by the small boy, Ace spots him and decides to greet the man, "Hi there. I'm Casil, you seem new here. Can I assist you further?"
"uh, well, I wouldn't want to stop her if she wanted to go, but uh, I just met her and....I should probably stop talking..."
You seem like a nice boy. you should go and finish your tour. I do hope you find our secluded and peacful exisitance to your liking. And do not worry, Kay will be studying air bending at the same temple Lang has learned. it will be a few years before she would be heading to your school.
the Gardener bows to the the group. Enjoy your stay here in our little village. please visit us again.
with that he heads off to put his broom away.
Seeing the treatments start Alreenneesha thinks it best to not get in the way. There is a flash of light and she is gone.
"If you do I'll take you skydiving tomorrow..."
He says it in a singsong voice to try and convince him to come around.
"Will you come if I go too?"
There is a bright flash of light, like a strobe and the large elf like being made of light from earlier appears next to Tybalt. It bows to him.
"I wished to came and say thank you for your help earlier with the dead student, she is much better now and being seen to by the ... Medical persons. They say her mind needs mending, I offered help but another came who they said has better skills. I am Alreenneesha being. "
"Oh, I can actually fly. You still need to sign up. Come on Birdy. I'll go wi-
Tybalt starts to poke at Pyry before a being of light suddenly manifests in the room. He makes a sound only a catfolk could and disappears.
A moment later, his closet door cracks open and he looks out of it slowly. He exhales and steps out if his closet.
"Hoo. OK. Advice. Appear outside of rooms people are in. Inside scares people. And could get embarrassing. Trust me. Second, I'm glad she's OK. It really wasn't a big deal. I'm sure that any other person would have done the same thing. Thanks for the update."
She looks puzzled for a moment, then nods as he say thank you.
Then there is another flash of light, corresponding to one outside the door, light flashes under it showing so.
Her head comes through the door,
she says simply
"I apologise, you wish me out side the room like this?"
She seems to no quit understand what she is being asked or told.
Asha had turned see-through and fallen through the floor when Alreeneesha appeared.
"Wait a sec. There's other Lycans here? Any from our tribe? I don't recall too many others leaving, but its possible some left or were kicked out while I was gone." Sil seems a bit surprised and taken aback by this news.
"OK. That's not quite what I meant. Next time, don't do it now, next time, appear outside the door and knock on it to request permission to enter. If someone says you can come in, do. Either way, thanks for the update. I'm a little busy, so I don't really have time to stay and talk."
He looks around the room.
"And now we have to go get Asha from the basement. Come on, let's go."
He zips the hoodie and motions Pyry and Alreen out the door.
Follows seeming to get the jist of what he was saying now.
Vickory looks at Carl,
"Your people would bind a spirit like that? I don't know why your people call that a spell matrix but it isn't like mine. We don't bind spirits like that unless they are being a rather negative disruption."
Switching topics Vickory seems wistful and slowly becomes somewhat serious, "Never been into space myself, though you can't get to Carahadras by traveling through space. It is in another plane altogether, and the local gods would be rather unhappy with me if I returned, and since I need to find Shiara anyway, going back isn't in my plans. But thanks for the offer."
Vickory salutes, well it seems like a salute, you respectfully, "Thanks for the tour, but I should probably find the school leader and see if I can hang around a while. I need to do some research. If you want me to make you any spell matrices, I am very familiar with matrix design and I can make you one to do just about anything, if you got the supplies."
He smiles as she talks
"other plane a, I try's to keep away from them, but I will think you for the offer, if Ye don't mind I'm looking for a way to control gravity, high orders of powers stuff. Limit it kind of, and thing that can do that would help me more than ya know."
He go's over to a can and pops it open, he takes out two diamonds as big as fists.
He comes back and hands them to Vik,
"They need cutting but they are worth a coin or two, let's say that's payment up front for any research ya go on gravity nullification field maxtrixs, see that's what I'm after, some thing to replaces theses"
He clinks his arm bands.
"See when I lose me temper. Well I get worked up, theses where made to stop that, but all they do is knock me out cold like, not real useful in a fight, and there slow acting, by the time they do knock me out I has already damaged stuff, Vkory I needs something better, some thing smarter, let me control me erges and powers not just turn me and em off"
He smiles at her hopefully
"Don't tell any one about this, just between you and me if that's all right"
He places the gems in her hands.
Zix turns to the pages detailing the two of them ::hmm siblings, the odds that there is not a commonality between them causing this is astronomical well three possible fixes come to mind, both of which have their problems, and I will be keeping my minds open for more possibilities, the first idea is to put up a temporary ward with all the essential systems, perhaps using wishcraft, and/or some epic spell seeds, then cycle down the primary ward, reset it, and bring down the temporary ward, possibility two, kill them, wait a day or so, bring them back, or physically take them outside the wards, or possibly a combination of the above tactics, now like I said these options have their own problems, the first is a security risk, for example,:: he muses 'aloud' as he examines the document.
"Killing them is definitely not an option. We don't harm students if we can help it," she said severely. "I'd been looking at the possibility of taking down the wards temporarily. Using wishcraft is...tricky. It has a tendency to come with ....errr....unexpected side effects," she said, thinking of the full hatchery.
Morrivan held out her mug. "C'n never have t'many marshmallows."
Julie listens to her explain the netting and the leeches. she remembers using leeches in medicine, but that wasn't a very common practice anymore.
So I guess you like it better here then, no leeches and bug nets to worry about then.
Julie sips her hot cocoa needs more marshmallows. she says grabbing some and dropping them in the hot mug.
you want some more? she offers Morrivan some.
Julie places some more in her mug.
I see you may not want to dicuss the school right now. So tell me, do you want to go back home?
Morrivan paled and the mug fell from her hand. At this point she doesn't really seem to be seeing what's in front of her. She just curls up in a ball, her back towards Julie and refuses to respond to anything.
"Wait a sec. There's other Lycans here? Any from our tribe? I don't recall too many others leaving, but its possible some left or were kicked out while I was gone." Sil seems a bit surprised and taken aback by this news.
"No, none others from our tribe, but yes, quite a few other lycans....you didn't actually think I was the only one who got kicked out of their tribe did you? And there aren't really a lot of places people like us can go."
"At first it was pretty much everyone for themselves. But then the witch decided we had potential. She sort of was mentally influencing more than half the student body to keep them under her control, and she made sure that every lycan she could find was included in that. We made good enforcers. She made Jeran be the leader, cause he's the strongest. He may forgive her for that someday, but I doubt it. He didn't want anything to do with any of us. I guess he has his reasons. The witch had hers too. Honestly, she's maybe even more screwed up than me. She got caught and had to cut us all loose. Wasn't exactly fun being her after that. And then Ssrena, uh, she's one of the white snake tribe...anyways, she used to be my roommate. She decided to make a play for power and I...kinda got caught up in it I guess. But it didn't work. I mean, it did...she conjured up an ancestor spirit and everything. But Jeran beat it, and she got expelled, and then our group got split up. Kinda. I mean, the others were still kinda looking to us lieutenants for guidance, but we couldn't exactly gather in public, you know? I did a lot of things I'm not proud of through all of that. But regret doesn't change the past. After that's when I met Tyrrin and started to learn that there was a better way to deal with things. And passed that on to the others as best I could. We really have split up now. Borin and Rintol went to join Ssrena. I guess she's trying to build a new tribe. Mixed species. Well, that part's good. Not all her ideas were bad. Just most of them. I bet Albin is with them too. He got expelled. And then....well, there's still a few of the guys around. But we don't really see eye to eye anymore. They keep their distance though. They know I'll kick their asses if they don't."
"Heh. Guess politics here aren't really any less complicated than back home."
Asha was sitting in the dark. She thought about getting up, but she had no idea where she was or what was around her.
"H-hello? Is anybody there? Can anybody hear me? Could someone please turn on the lights?"
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::like I said these were the thoughts that came immediately to mind, most likely a better solution shall present itself over the course of my research , in any case, were we to implement the plan involving temporarily killing them we would only do so with the informed consent of all involved, and even then only after all other solutions not deemed a danger to more than just the two of them, were exhausted, and as to whishcraft, yes this is true but it is also true that complications aside, provided a competent and powerful caster is at the helm, the main objective is usually achieved::
Julie sets her mug down on the table. and gets some rags from the drawer.
quietly she simply cleans up the mess.
after some quiet time allowing morrivan to sit quietly. Julie finishes cleaning up. and then takes a seat again.
sipping her hot cocoa. The chocolatey aroma filling the air in the room.
mel leads Arthur to the Sim room (the same one that she used as a recording studio yesterday).
noticing the in use light on Mel stops wondering just who is in there.
she peeks in to check things out before entering
in any even I edited the post to reflect that...
Ginni is in the recording studio surrounded by an ever growing pile of music sheets. She strums her guitar a little, sings a couple of lines, and then frantically writes more music. It's hard to tell if she's even working on just one song.
Mel slips into the studion as quietly as possible.
Once there she sits and listens to Ginni at work. motioning to Arthur to keep quiet.
she carfully sets the equipment to record if Ginni starts to actually play a song. knowing that she is really talented and would hate to loose anything she may create.
Chuckling and giving Vare a playful swat as they walk along, Maya say, "Oh stop, Vare. Yes, she was the daughter of the prior reign, as it goes, but initially, they are all self appointed with support, no? Good to know about the sleepers and such. I suppose I have a leg up than, if we did need to play court. Plus I'm rather adaptive."
Walking along she muses quietly on this or that.
"Just to be clear, this this teaching institute is not a den of scum and villainy in some twisted pretense of philanthropy, correct? You can personally vouch for such?"
While it might sound silly, she does appear serious in asking.
"Indeed. I was merely teasing." he replies, in a good humour obviousl, though he had been awfully quiet when he had first come in. To Maya it might seem that her own influence had perked the younger man up.
"As far as I've been able to discern, no. There are a few troubled students, and perhaps some policies I have disagreed with - but differing opinions on the best way to teach doesn't exactly condemn a place." He offers, with just a touch of hesitation in his voice. "Plus, if the school were setup for some ulterior motive... it's a damned expensive one. The magical resources alone here must be worth a small kingdom."
Tryko'Sam is still lounging away, though he seems to be looking or unfocused elsewhere on her approach.
Once she speaks though, he snaps too saying, "Hey there, looking good. Nice outfit, always thought jeans, on the right person, were a good thing. Er..." he appears to catch himself mid speak pausing.
"Ah, sorry-- habit, I'm a chatty bugger sometimes."
Motioning at the surroundings he says, "I'll add this to the public access, so you can take a soar in the future again. I'm drafting up a few different scenes for public, safe, uses. The system does seem to have a bunch of options, but... I like caterogizing, I guess. So, think those villagers are gonna be okay?"
"That's alright." she said with a bit of a demure smile, still getting over her embarrassment. She was seated next to him on the poolside chairs. Still obviously a bit tense, as she doesn't lay back or recline, yet. Her hair is a bit stringy and wet from her shower. "I'll take it as a compliment."
"Thanks. I really do like the landscape--" she says, motioning out to the desert, "though I couldn't tell you why. It's just nice. "
"As long as their luck changes, I think they'll be alright. I'm glad we got to them so quickly - who knows what those things had in mind for them. My birth parents, at least, seem to be recovering alright." She's very definite in the use of the word 'birth' in that phrase, as if to emphasize the fact that she had another set of parents.
Still unaware that she has company, Ginni starts to sort the loose sheets of music into piles. She ends up with five separate piles. She appears to be debating which one to work on now. Eventually she settles on one, and sets the others aside for now. It has to be this one, she thought. This one was for Morrivan. Maybe it would actually help. She sat down, music in front of her and started to run through this song, trying to figure out what kind of accompaniment would work best for it.
Laughing slightly at something Vare says, Maya nods and shrugs, waving off the comment good naturedly.
"Well, leave the administration to those that can-- and those that cannot do, teach. Something along those lines, if I recall properly. I'm looking forward to learning more of this school and it's mission. Do you have pamphlets? Those are often quite handy."
The small smile on her face is a clear indication that she might be joking, though it's hard to tell.
"I've no idea the cost of running a kingdom, though, I presume it is quite a bit. Then again, with spacefaring, that changes the resources considerably, doesn't it?"
She falls back as they walk along, getting the occasional look from any student still up in the halls, as they walk along. She's certainly not looking for any destination, nor would avail itself, given her complete lack of thoughts on the topic. Walking and talking appears to be just the thing.
Stretching out some on the sunchair, one of the lounging variant, Tryko'Sam puts his arms above his head while the towel still sits around his neck, and down his chest.
His swim trunks at this point have dried some, though still damp, one leg bent at the knee with foot flat, the other leg stretched out.
His uniformed slightly darker skin might mean a sun tan, but it appears more of a natural pigmentation than exposure.
"Dry weather, altitude, good combination. I'm more of an ocean or large body of water guy-- and mountains. Green and stone, that's me. Then again, I like it all. Except freezing-- artic, sub-zero conditions. Nothing like being a popsicle for months on end. No bueno." He smirks at the thought.
Glancing over he studies her face for a moment or two, considering her features, then looking off once more says, "Birth parents, eh? So you were adopted? Guess you're fortunate enough to know both sides of things there. Being raised by one set, while knowing the biological other side, huh? Hey-- maybe you can give some feedback, nature or nurture?"
He grins, seeming to turn things towards the positive in his conversation.
The Botany professor sat on a rock next to a pot of seedling snapdragons, stroking their leaves and talking to them as they feed.
"Nah, our room is on the first floor, so she wouldn't have gone too far. Besides, if she was hurt we'd be in the infirmary by now. Maybe a little bruised, but nothing a candle won't fix."
They arrive at a door.
"Here she is. I got her scent on the other side."
He knocks in the door.
"Asha, hun, you in there?"
"Dry weather, altitude, good combination. I'm more of an ocean or large body of water guy-- and mountains. Green and stone, that's me. Then again, I like it all. Except freezing-- artic, sub-zero conditions. Nothing like being a popsicle for months on end. No bueno." He smirks at the thought.
"Nah, our room is on the first floor, so she wouldn't have gone too far. Besides, if she was hurt we'd be in the infirmary by now. Maybe a little bruised, but nothing a candle won't fix."
They arrive at a door.
"Here she is. I got her scent on the other side."
He knocks in the door.
"Asha, hun, you in there?"
"Y-yes," she said, sounding like she'd been crying. "I can't see anything. I was afraid to move in case I ran into stuff."
::like I said these were the thoughts that came immediately to mind, most likely a better solution shall present itself over the course of my research , in any case, were we to implement the plan involving temporarily killing them we would only do so with the informed consent of all involved, and even then only after all other solutions not deemed a danger to more than just the two of them, were exhausted, and as to whishcraft, yes this is true but it is also true that complications aside, provided a competent and powerful caster is at the helm, the main objective is usually achieved::
She laughed. "You have no idea."
"Well, we can talk about it again after you've had a chance to go over the data. Hopefully we can find a good solution."
She turned back to her work, trying to track down what her system was trying to remind her about.
zix nods, projecting ::many thanks, I shall leave you to your work and get on to mine, I shall converse with you at a later date::
Tybalt opens the door and sends a set of dancing lights in in front of him.
He takes the Egyptian crook from where it hangs from his collar and expands it out into the Shepherd crook he had earlier. He offers her the end from a short way to help her stand up.
"Hey, it's OK. You just found out you can do this. Nothing is ever perfect the first time. Nothing to worry about." He smiles to her.
Once Zix left she started reviewing her own personal logs for the day to try and figure out what exactly she had forgotten.
"Oh! Oh, for crying out loud!" she said, exasperated with herself as she jumped up and headed towards the SIM rooms.
Tybalt opens the door and sends a set of dancing lights in in front of him.
He takes the Egyptian crook from where it hangs from his collar and expands it out into the Shepherd crook he had earlier. He offers her the end from a short way to help her stand up.
"Hey, it's OK. You just found out you can do this. Nothing is ever perfect the first time. Nothing to worry about." He smiles to her.
Asha looked around at the music stands and folding chairs around her. "I-it's not as scary when you can see. Although it's a good thing I didn't try to move. I'd have gotten hopelessly tangled. Maybe I should carry a light or something with me...just in case."
She stood up with some help from Tybalt's crook. Her stomach growled as she did.
"Heh. Guess that did it for dinner. I won't be going through any walls or floors again until I get some more food. For some reason it doesn't work if I'm hungry. Maybe it would if I knew how to control it. I don't know."
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "But first we need to get Pyry enrolled, right? No more delays."
"I know you're awake. Continuing to pretend that you're unconscious won't help," he said coldly as the bonds around the prisoner tightened. "Now, I should let you know that the ropes around you are actually sensors that can tell us when you're lying. So there's no point in trying to deceive us. Why don't we start with something easy? What's your name?"
"Can you light candles, or lanterns with your abilities? I've got some left overs. Maybe just keep one or two on you."
He shrinks the cane back down and returns it to his collar.
"You can follow the arrows with him, and I can grab you some food if you want. Won't take long. I hate it when people are hungry. Though, if you stay a little hungry, you can't fall through things any more."
He glances around at the stands.
Better that she didn't move. Dropping a stand hurts...
Once Zix left she started reviewing her own personal logs for the day to try and figure out what exactly she had forgotten.
"Oh! Oh, for crying out loud!" she said, exasperated with herself as she jumped up and headed towards the SIM rooms.
Other distractions and issues complete, Aanandareavekki headed out into the hallway and fairly quickly, ran into the couple that is Maya and Vare walking aimlessly, in her general direction. Perhaps the school adjusted the course for interception, one might never know.
As they were walking along, Vare would notice that Maya's humor and such, seemed to diminish as Aanandareavekki came into view for the woman at his side. She seemed almost altered at the sight of the Head of Security.
Just in case he didn't notice right off, she even stated she was approaching, "Oh, it's the Head of Security, she's coming towards us. We were going to speak before our jaunt out of the SIM Room. I had best inquire as to her status."
An attentiveness blossoms there, or eagerness, it would seem, that wasn't immediately noticeable before-- not that Vare is the Professor of Perception or Sense Motive.
To further emphasize this, Maya actually gives Aanandareavekki a wave to get her attention while stopping any forward movement.
Once the meeting with Gardener is done Lang takes his little entourage to their next stop
They approach the the entrance gate
A heavy wooden door now blocks the way under an awning.
This door is the main entrance when you get up to the door you will see a pair of statues on each side of the door, they are grimacing hēnghā èr jiàng, or temple guardians. thay are symbolic avatars of Jīngāng shǒu púsà (Vajrapāṇi), the bodhisattva who represents a bender's power.[/b]
lang shows you the statues
The statues symbolize the aum (beginning and end of all things), one has an open mouth and the other a closed mouth. Mìjī jīngāng (open mouth) represents overt violence and Nàluóyán jīngāng (closed mouth) represents latent strength.
Still unaware that she has company, Ginni starts to sort the loose sheets of music into piles. She ends up with five separate piles. She appears to be debating which one to work on now. Eventually she settles on one, and sets the others aside for now. It has to be this one, she thought. This one was for Morrivan. Maybe it would actually help. She sat down, music in front of her and started to run through this song, trying to figure out what kind of accompaniment would work best for it.
Mel sat quietly listening. then when the song was done Mel makes a few adjustments to the recording. including a keyboard accompaniment. then once finished her mix. she replays it into the recording studio for Ginni to hear.