"You doin ok? What do you think about the sun going away? I flew one of the shuttles and got our family off of there and to the refugee camp. You should go see mom and dad, when you get a chance. That plus blowing a girl to smithereens, it's been a great weekend..."
Florence grabs one of her shoes.
"Oh, I'm a wanderer..."
she undoes the laces on the shoe, and takes it off.
"Stumbled upon this place, thought applying was a good idea. Here. Touch Nate. It's should let you talk to him."As she takes off a shoe, Okay...this is different... she is thinking to herself.
Mel slowly and cautiously touches the shoe. are you really sure about this?
:: yes, she's sure.::
comes a telepathic voice in your head, completely different from Florence's voice.
::I'm Nate. Nice to meet you.::Mel shrieked a bit and pulled her hand away. Then she luaghed slowly touching the sentient shoe again.
:: hello Nate.:: mel concentrated on telepathically communicating her thoughts.
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there is no response from nate.
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"You doin ok? What do you think about the sun going away? I flew one of the shuttles and got our family off of there and to the refugee camp. You should go see mom and dad, when you get a chance. That plus blowing a girl to smithereens, it's been a great weekend..."
"it was.... Needed."
Mel looks to Florence I don't think he likes me, he won't talk to me anymore
Something inside Kodjack always knew when the break of dawn was, and there was no exception this morning. Having what he thought was an odd, yet peaceful slumber, his eyes shot open as soon as the sun was in the sky, though of course he couldn't see it. He sat up quickly and threw the sheets of his odd, yet comfortable bed off of him and quickly hopped out of it. Not much adorned him as he then went to his normal morning ritual of shouting, "May this day show me more bloodshed than the last!" aiming to appease the omens of war and conquest.
He then started to look for his armor, hastily searching through his things before he remembered that there was supposed to be some other guy or thing in the room with him. A don, or something, whatever a don was. He looked about the room, then noticed the kid, guessing that a don was some sort of child within the tribe, or something similar. Whether or not he was awake, he grunted and nodded at him in greeting, then found his armor and started to put it on, finally covering himself up.
::what? No, you didnt say anything.::
"his telepathy is one-way. Should have said that."
adon jumped out of bed at the shouting.
"who are you? Why are you in my room?"
adon is thin of frame and build, practically elven.
::what? No, you didnt say anything.::
"his telepathy is one-way. Should have said that."
mel breathes a sigh of relief.
OK then, lets try this all over again, Hi, I'm Mel she says as she touches the shoe once again.
Miss Jones's room was tidy to the extreme, efficiently organized with no extraneous decorations. She motioned for Maya to sit down in one of the slightly uncomfortable chairs positioned by a small table.
"What you have described does not sound like it will be all that complicated to untangle. With your permission, it should only take a few minutes."
Once she had ascertained that Maya was ready for her to begin she began sorting through Maya's thoughts, extracting the nanite programming and isolating it within a small corner of her mind.
"I have not removed the programming entirely, but it is isolated and contained...removing it would prove challenging given that your body appears to be formed from nanites...it's easier to just limit it to an isolated area that does not interact with your basic cognitive functions. You should be feeling much more yourself now. If that is all, please excuse me. I need to get ready for the day. It would not do to be late to my first class."
There was a blink of her eyes, and a nod, and Maya said, "Splendid. I can see how that worked. Many thanks, Miss Jones. I shall leave you to it. A pleasure meeting you, once again, perhaps we'll speak again in the future. Ta ta."
With that, Maya walked off, having bid her farewells, leaving Miss Jones to her prep work.
She stepped outside, paused in thought, and with a shimmer, changed from her jumpsuit outfit to something long skirt, buttoned down blouse, ankle high boots, low heels. Her hair changing as well to a twin French braid.
Much more distinguished this way.
Walking along, she headed for the Headmaster's office. Perhaps he was receiving guests this time.
"You doin ok? What do you think about the sun going away? I flew one of the shuttles and got our family off of there and to the refugee camp. You should go see mom and dad, when you get a chance. That plus blowing a girl to smithereens, it's been a great weekend...""it was.... Needed."
"I agree. The cost we paid as a people for our purity BS...or are you talking about the girl?"
:: and I'm Nate. Good to meet you. ::
"I agree. The cost we paid as a people for our purity BS...or are you talking about the girl?"
"The purity stuff. Don't know much about the girl you're talking about."
:: and I'm Nate. Good to meet you. ::
Well then Mel laughs. I hope to enjoy your company more as the days go on. but right now I wish to talk to your friend Florence. alright?
::what? No, you didnt say anything.::
"his telepathy is one-way. Should have said that."mel breathes a sigh of relief.
OK then, lets try this all over again, Hi, I'm Mel she says as she touches the shoe once again.
Sauntering along with no true destination, Tryko'Sam pauses as something catches his eye and re-directs him towards the two girls.
He arrives just in time to hear the greeting by Mel and the oddness of her speech with shoe in hand.
"Hey there, Mel." He nods at Mel, hands in pockets, looking Florence over, and then smiling warmly while admiring her red hair.
"And hello new person, Florence, is it?" He appears positively thrilled at the sight of Florence.
mel looks up...Oh hey Tryko'Sam she says happily.
Oh you gotta try this, Mel looks at the shoe, touching it still.
Nate, This is Tryko'Sam, he is a fellow student here at the school.
Mel looks at Tryko'Sam. Oh, yeah, ya gotta be touching the shoe to hear him.Mel holds Tryko'Sam's hand guiding it to the shoe.
Getting manhandled, or girl handled, disrupts Tryko'Sam's gawking at Florence, as his wrist is grabbed and hand pulled out of pocket to touch the shoe. He steps closer to allow that to happen too.
"Hear who? Him? Nate? the shoe?" He appears slightly puzzled, but gathering himself well.
He keeps looking between the two females though.
"Hi tykro-Sam. Yeah, I'm Florence."
says Florence, passively looking him over.
::tykro-Sam? Interesting name.::
if he touches the shoe, he hears a voice in his head
::hello tykro-Sam. Nice to meet you.::
"I agree. The cost we paid as a people for our purity BS...or are you talking about the girl?""The purity stuff. Don't know much about the girl you're talking about."
"Oh. That. Well...some diseased toxic girl fell out of the sky...she was running toward Avalon and Kuros...she had to be put down."
He says this in a tone suggesting that he's convincing himself of the necessity of his actions...
"I see. Well, if it was needed, then don't beat yourself up over it."
"Only if you explain your firearms and this gun-kata," he says, "I'm unfamiliar with the term."
"Guns.. we that can take some time but Gun Kata well, Through statistical analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Gun Kata or Gun-Fu practitioner, can determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle to a statistically-predictable element. Gun Kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position used placed the Gun Kata user in the optimum killing position vs their opponents, the master the killing zones. They can then inflict maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents, while keeping the defender clear of the statistically-traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, A master of Gun-Kata's firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increased lethal proficiency makes the master of the Gun Kata master not an adversary not to be taken lightly. The Gun Kata places emphasis on two tenets: shooting the enemy as efficiently as possible, and avoiding return fire. Hitting targets is a matter of knowing where enemy fighters are likely to be located in relation to the user, which removes the problem of aiming (especially at close ranges) and allows the user to defeat foes with pre-emptive fire before they can present a true threat. Avoiding return fire is also a matter of statistical probability avoiding the enemy's most likely lines of fire. In short, Gun Kata is the art of shooting where the enemy is most likely to be, while not being where the enemy is most likely to shoot. Gun Kata has a number of techniques, one say involves using a pistol as a normal mêlée weapon, particularly using spiked projections on the pistol butt, to hit the close range opponents without wasting ammunition. Since the technique is frequently used against multiple enemies equipped with firearms, the basic rules of avoiding their most likely shooting trajectories also apply, as well as hitting each enemy in a way to prevent them from shooting at all. This is the same with one on one combat at close range. Then there is the fast draw. Really its a sub-set of the way of the open hand, but in Gun-kata, the hand is holding a gun. We use all kind of skills Gun fu, Tenchal use of guns, from sniping to Sophisticated close-quarters gunplay and even blasters and gymnastics."
Royston is just ending as they take there seats at the staff table.
Dave shakes his head "Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own... Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition." He quotes but then shakes his head "but I suppose I shouldn't judge, I've only briefly met the guy, it's just whenever I hear about him it's always negative stuff, anyway, sorry for freaking you out, I was kinda shocked myself, Pyrev was the ice firebird Druid fella we met while looking for the book yes?" Once he gets an answer on this he says "you should be careful whenever dealing with beings that just give out power, you can be assured that whatever deal you make, they'll almost always end up with the better end of whatever deal you make, for example what does being her champion entail exactly?"
"I don't really get it. Renkai seems like a nice guy to me when we hung out for that time, but apparently he's a little crazy. It's OK. It all worked out. I kinda went overboard cause this is so new to me, I guess."
He squeezes his arms around Dave for a moment."Ya that's Pyry. We might make a club for Ice people and you should join to." He says off handedly.(pawedly?)
"I think I'm just spost to be nice to people. I can go anywhere now and help heal people, so it just seems like if I help people she's fine. It's cool so far. I helped an elementary girl with it yesterday."
"Hi tykro-Sam. Yeah, I'm Florence."
says Florence, passively looking him over.
::tykro-Sam? Interesting name.::
if he touches the shoe, he hears a voice in his head
::hello tykro-Sam. Nice to meet you.::
Picking up quickly, Tryko'Sam seems highly bemused at the fact a shoe is talking to him telepathically.
He doesn't take his hand away just yet, saying, "Hey. Nice meeting you Florence and Nate. So you're a shoe, huh? Is this some soul shift thing, or?"
He glances over at the girls, then back, then back to Florence again.
"This isn't some kind of ...keeping the family around thing, is it?"
"I see. Well, if it was needed, then don't beat yourself up over it."
"Maybe...it's alot easier to pull the trigger on an enemy starship...at least you don't see their faces..."
flournce laughs a little.
::no, no, nothing like that. I was made like this in the first place. Arcane energy isn't always... Perfectly predictable.::
"He's been passed on to those who love to travel a few times now. I got it from an old prest of Desna, who was too old to travel anymore. Nate wasn't too happy with the lack of use, and she gave him to me. He's great company when you're on the road."
flournce laughs a little.
::no, no, nothing like that. I was made like this in the first place. Arcane energy isn't always... Perfectly predictable.::
"He's been passed on to those who love to travel a few times now. I got it from an old prest of Desna, who was too old to travel anymore. Nate wasn't too happy with the lack of use, and she gave him to me. He's great company when you're on the road."
"Ah, gotcha. Traveler, huh? You from off world too?" At this point, he takes his hand off Nate and is focused on Florence. "I guess you've been here a while, on this world, or ...some other way of getting around?"
He gives Nate and Mel a glance, then returns his gaze to Florence.
"Maybe...it's alot easier to pull the trigger on an enemy starship...at least you don't see their faces..."
"What would have happened if you hadn't gunned her down?"
"Ooh. Yay. I like surprises."
She smiles.
She goes to her backpack and produces a smashed bran muffin in a plastic bag, which she hands to Sun with a proud smile.
flournce laughs a little.
::no, no, nothing like that. I was made like this in the first place. Arcane energy isn't always... Perfectly predictable.::
"He's been passed on to those who love to travel a few times now. I got it from an old prest of Desna, who was too old to travel anymore. Nate wasn't too happy with the lack of use, and she gave him to me. He's great company when you're on the road.""Ah, gotcha. Traveler, huh? You from off world too?" At this point, he takes his hand off Nate and is focused on Florence. "I guess you've been here a while, on this world, or ...some other way of getting around?"
He gives Nate and Mel a glance, then returns his gaze to Florence.
"Off world? No. Not at all. I've just been across a lot of this one.... Yeah, i have a way of getting around..."
she ties Nate back on her foot, and stands up."Let me show you."
flournce stretches for a moment, before she takes off running at about 70 miles per hour (~112 kilometers/hour), before ruining back to the group.
"Off world? No. Not at all. I've just been across a lot of this one.... Yeah, i have a way of getting around..."
she ties Nate back on her foot, and stands up.
"Let me show you."
flournce stretches for a moment, before she takes off running at about 70 miles per hour (~112 kilometers/hour), before ruining back to the group.
Tryko'Sam reflects while she runs around, probably to Mel seated nearby, with arms folded on his chest watching her figure, "Wow, she's pretty fast... impressive."
He grins when she returns and stops, looking her over and studying her face after.
"That's pretty impressive. What's your top speed if you push it?"
"Without Nate's magic, that is my top speed, but he can only help with that a few times a day. I can "push it" all i like, because i never get tired- i can dead on sprint 24 hours in a row without issue."
"Without Nate's magic, that is my top speed, but he can only help with that a few times a day. I can "push it" all i like, because i never get tired- i can dead on sprint 24 hours in a row without issue."
"Awesome." Succinctly stated and followed up with a s@@% eating grin.
He moves his hands to hang casually on his pockets.
"So, you saying you don't sleep either? Pretty f!&%ing cool..." Said more to confirm his suspicions.
"No, i sleep. I don't really /need/ to, but it gets unpleasant if i don't sleep for too long."
she looks at tykro Sam curiously. She shifts her wight back and forth from foot to foot as she stands.
"The responses thus far have been drastically different from those indicated as the norm. Perhaps this falls under the area covered by "Dealing with Heckling: chapter 7 of A.B.C.Omedy."
I am advised to respond with 'and so is your mother,' but I do not understand said connotation nor how this applies to the female lineage of all those involved."
"No, i sleep. I don't really /need/ to, but it gets unpleasant if i don't sleep for too long."
she looks at tykro Sam curiously. She shifts her wight back and forth from foot to foot as she stands.
Wiping at his chin and mouth briefly he asks, "Something on my face?" while looking back curiously.
The half of the tent where Serrin sleeps is cloaked in shadow, and if you look closely, you can just barely make out her form. She's got her knees pulled up to her chest and her face buried in her arms that rest upon them. She looks up when Archena speaks "Accursed sun!" She says quietly, but with some force.
" You just seem quite happy to meet me. Nothing bad about that, of course."
" You just seem quite happy to meet me. Nothing bad about that, of course."
Grinning a touch more, he replies, "What's not to be happy about, meeting someone new? I mean, s~+~, could be the start of something fantastic, right? But-- hey, I'm running my maw too much, gut tells me. Plus, you probably got s+#$ to do, no?"
He glances once to Mel, then back to Florence, as if to verify his last question.
"No, that's gone, remember? That's why we're here. Or do you mean the real one? What's wrong with it? It's warm."
"So you're pretty much saying you just anticipate where they're going to be and where they're going to shoot and use fancy trick shots to blow holes in anything that moves?"
Dave stays quiet for a bit and thinks over what he should and shouldn't say "well I'm glad that pyrev's adjusting and making friends, though I figure I'd be disqualified from an ice people club, given my tendancy to ignit... And Tybalt... Be careful, ok?" His voice dripping with concern and worry.
"Maybe...it's alot easier to pull the trigger on an enemy starship...at least you don't see their faces...""What would have happened if you hadn't gunned her down?"
"Oh, you know, the whole planet being infested with some kind of contagion. No big deal." he says trying to be funny.
Mel was rather quiet as Tryko'Sam took over the conversation. but she remain with a smile.
she did acknowledge the speed Florence displayed, but she was running like that when she approached.
but soon Tryko'Sam started using some of his "colorful speech" that's when Mel started to loose interest.
Well If you two want to get to know each other better, I can just mosey over there by the lake. she suggests
BTW for Tryko'Sam, Mel is dressed in the proper Avalon School uniform today, instead of her usual attire.
"So you're pretty much saying you just anticipate where they're going to be and where they're going to shoot and use fancy trick shots to blow holes in anything that moves?"
"add to your comment "some fancy foot work as well" and you have it"
Royston says simply in reply.
"Oh, you know, the whole planet being infested with some kind of contagion. No big deal." he says trying to be funny.
"Then why are you worried about what you did being the wrong choice?"
Arrives back at Nala's with food and a happier small fox.
"I hope this stuff works for you. It's supposed to be high energy, but won't burn out quickly half way through the day like something sweeter."
Mel was rather quiet as Tryko'Sam took over the conversation. but she remain with a smile.
she did acknowledge the speed Florence displayed, but she was running like that when she approached.
but soon Tryko'Sam started using some of his "colorful speech" that's when Mel started to loose interest.
Well If you two want to get to know each other better, I can just mosey over there by the lake. she suggests
BTW for Tryko'Sam, Mel is dressed in the proper Avalon School uniform today, instead of her usual attire.
"Nah, it seems we're done. I think."
"Then why are you worried about what you did being the wrong choice?"
"Oh, you know, the whole planet being infested with some kind of contagion. No big deal." he says trying to be funny.
"He sighs
"I know you're right. Logically, it makes sense. It's just...her eyes...I guess I just wish there had been another choice to make...I'm having nightmares about it."