Mel pulls vai aside for a bit** spoiler omitted **
Mel does not keep Vai from her love for more than a minute.
Florence remains silent, trying not to listen to the whispered conversation.
Vickory quickly hides the flash of recognition and wonder, "So that was a different planet. Well that would have been nice to know. But yeah, you and some others there never got introduced. Your friends are powerful indeed to teleport between planets. Are you two friends then?"
"He just got assigned to my room. I just met him this morning."
Ehos idly passes the time in line, blissfully unaware that the cool sensation on his hand wasn't just a breeze blowing by. Happily unaware of his coming predicament...
Mel pulls vai aside for a bit
** spoiler omitted **
Mel does not keep Vai from her love for more than a minute.
"Of course, I'll always make time for my friends if I can. I have nothing planned for tonight. What was it you wanted to talk about?" she whispers back, curious, but obviously in a bubbly, good mood.
As they Fly, Sara is piloting. Lang sits in the back watching sitting with midori.
glancing over to her, he whispers to her so Sara cannot hear.
ahhh, Midori, I, ummm, I'm sorry I kissed you last night. I didn't mean to, ahhhh....
he seems a little lost for words, concerned that the same thing that happened with Ignace will now happen with Midori.
later Vai, I want you to have a great day today, and I don't want to do or say anything to bring you down. but I really need to tell you something about me, and us
Ardiente's shower is fairly industrious, and he doesn't languish in the feel of the almost-boiling liquid pouring out of the spout. He cleans himself of the grime of the past few days, taking a moment or three to shift into his bird form and preen himself, discarding a primary that was about to drop free anyway.
He found himself caring a good deal more about how he looked, but there wasn't much he could do beyond preening in bird form. In humanoid form, his hair was cropped close, and even though he rarely shaved (and indeed hadn't in a week), there was very little facial hair to speak of.
After his hygiene and grooming is done, he steps back out into the shared space, with a towel wrapped around his waist to protect his modesty.
"Ah... much better." he says, as a cloud of steam follows him out of the bathroom.
"I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Ardiente." he says casually to the metal-man on the opposite side of the room as he begins to dress himself.
Vickory looks thoughtful, "I almost forget that we get rooms. I should go see what mine looks like at some point, but I don't really have enough stuff to need a room just yet."
"Yeah. We do. Can we hurry to the lunchroom now? I'm getting really hungry."
Carl sticks his head out of the dunny, looking around to see if Arthur
Is about. He gets on the comes
::Arthur, I needs ya fast, men's toilet, some }%#£€£#} has... Look just come it's best at show ya::
He voice seems higher than normal.
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Ardiente's shower is fairly industrious, and he doesn't languish in the feel of the almost-boiling liquid pouring out of the spout. He cleans himself of the grime of the past few days, taking a moment or three to shift into his bird form and preen himself, discarding a primary that was about to drop free anyway.
He found himself caring a good deal more about how he looked, but there wasn't much he could do beyond preening in bird form. In humanoid form, his hair was cropped close, and even though he rarely shaved (and indeed hadn't in a week), there was very little facial hair to speak of.
After his hygiene and grooming is done, he steps back out into the shared space, with a towel wrapped around his waist to protect his modesty.
"Ah... much better." he says, as a cloud of steam follows him out of the bathroom.
"I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Ardiente." he says casually to the metal-man on the opposite side of the room as he begins to dress himself.
"oh him? That's Hermes, he's kinda my butler/bodyguard/sidekick/friend, I built him a while back, he's also the one that accidentally arranged your early wake up call, but more on this later" Arthur grins widely "as your roommate I am contractually obligated by the man code to first congratulate you on such a fine catch, seriously, she is literally and figuratively smoking hot, and brilliant to boot, and second ask" he clears his throat "how was she" he asks preparing himself to have to dodge a pillow or a burst of fire in retaliation for his little joke
After his response Arthur's earpiece begins to vibrate "hold on, I'm getting a call,"Carl sticks his head out of the dunny, looking around to see if Arthur is about. He gets on the comes
::Arthur, I needs ya fast, men's toilet, some }%#£€£#} has... Look just come it's best at show ya::
He voice seems higher than normal.
Arthur gets a call :yello,...this better not be another 'emergency' where I end up with s#$* all over me... And what's wrong with your voice:
::"I'm in a pickle Arthur some ^*##^& of *@@@&^( has gone and... Me wigglley bit a gone, and got real man boobs, I'm a LASS!!! im in the end stall and ant coming out till this is fixed, so get a working, your the smart one"::
Carl says from the stall in the mens
"Yeah. We do. Can we hurry to the lunchroom now? I'm getting really hungry."
Vickory keeps on moving towards the large room, Adon's comment gives her a puzzled look though, "Hungry? That sounds familiar, but I just don't remember what that means right now. I know I've heard it before though. And what does it have to do with the common room?"
"Hmm. It's a little hard to explain, but... Well, we have to feed ourselves from time to time to survive. You'll see."
Dave notes an imp floating around, probably invisibly, and tracks it with his eyes, he notes a splash in his beverage, and dumps it out, he turns to Tybalt "be on the lookout, I believe there's an imp going around pranking people" upon hearing the scream of rage from the bathroom "... Like that, probably"
"Wanna teach it not to mess with the alpha?"
Tybalt suggests in a low, purr voice as he winks at Dave.
He pushes his paw into his sleeve, his ring lights up in Dave's magic vision opening a portal to his personal storage space in it.
He produces a round, glittering object the size of a clementine orange.
"Glitter bomb. An invention of my own. Good for parties, distractions, and showing invisible creatures. Always keep a couple on me. Tag him with that and people can see who's been pissing them off."
"Don't know, maybe it'd be best to find out what he's already done and watch him, see what he does, maybe get a teacher involved, I think administration's worried I'm being too aggressive, probably best I not attack the little bugger,"
"They don't hurt. It won't even trigger the detention wards. But I'll trust what you say. We can't eat together if you're in trouble. What should we do?"
He sniffs all the trays, recognizing that his milk has the sickly sweet smell of moderate consumable magic. He tosses it into the liquid trash can and sets the cup on the return.
Ardiente's shower is fairly industrious, and he doesn't languish in the feel of the almost-boiling liquid pouring out of the spout. He cleans himself of the grime of the past few days, taking a moment or three to shift into his bird form and preen himself, discarding a primary that was about to drop free anyway.
He found himself caring a good deal more about how he looked, but there wasn't much he could do beyond preening in bird form. In humanoid form, his hair was cropped close, and even though he rarely shaved (and indeed hadn't in a week), there was very little facial hair to speak of.
After his hygiene and grooming is done, he steps back out into the shared space, with a towel wrapped around his waist to protect his modesty.
"Ah... much better." he says, as a cloud of steam follows him out of the bathroom.
"I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Ardiente." he says casually to the metal-man on the opposite side of the room as he begins to dress himself.
Hermes has been standing in a comatose state, running a full body diagnostic on himself and the suit.
The lowering the standards of the flaws report lead to a lot of small things that need done. A myriad of whirs and clicks issue from the black suited robot, while the green lights scroll across his LED light eye panels.
"My apologies. It would appear you attempted interaction while I was in maintenance. My given name is HRMS-XI, nicknamed Hermes."
"Hmm. It's a little hard to explain, but... Well, we have to feed ourselves from time to time to survive. You'll see."
Vickory played with a gem on her cloak and several words appeared in the air in front of her, as she was manipulating these words, causing many to disappear and new to appear, (a prominent phrase being "Humanoid Studies"), Vickory responded absent mindedly, "Yes, cause humanoid bodies are constantly decaying and thus need the constant intake to maintain themselves, versus reaplings like me who have more stable forms and only need food to heal significant injuries. Ah here it is, hunger, the feeling one gets when one has gone to long without food. Applies generally to species that require regular food intake." Vickory reads the last part from the words hanging about her.
Walking near Tybalt and David, Ace overhears Tybs comment "Alpha huh? Talkin bout me again ice cat?"
She squeezed his hand back and smiled. "Well, that was the answer that proves you're not a sociopath...I'm glad, because I think it would be very awkward being in love with a sociopath," she said, her tone lighthearted, but her expression sincere.
"One of the duties of the Speaker is to sit in judgement on legal cases. In particular the cases of a severe nature. I've watched countless trials and even had to preside over a few when my mother was otherwise occupied with matters of state. So I've seen more than my fair share of horribleness. And the one thing that never changes is this desire for vengeance. As far as I can tell it's universal. We convince ourselves that the world will be a better place if only this one monster isn't in it. But the pain is still there after they're gone and nothing can change the past. You've experienced this for yourself now. Sometimes it's necessary to sentence a monster to die for the good of all, but in the future you'll remember this feeling and act for justice instead of vengeance. I know this because you are not a terrible person. You are the one I love and I believe that you are capable of great good...but that doesn't mean you never make mistakes. We all do....
He nodded to show he understood. After he looked into Tami's eyes to show his sincerity. "Thank you my love. You always know what to say. You really are the most remarkable person I have ever met. How did a wretch, like me, ever get lucky enough to have a goddess fall in love with them?" He tells her while pulling her hand to his lips to kiss.
Tybalt's ears flick upwards at the comment from behind him and then back down as he sees where it came from.
He steps towards Dave, close next to him within his wing span.
"No."
A slight twinge of fear and distrust shows up on Tybalt's emotive map to Dave.
Vickory played with a gem on her cloak and several words appeared in the air in front of her, as she was manipulating these words, causing many to disappear and new to appear, (a prominent phrase being "Humanoid Studies"), Vickory responded absent mindedly, "Yes, cause humanoid bodies are constantly decaying and thus need the constant intake to maintain themselves, versus reaplings like me who have more stable forms and only need food to heal significant injuries. Ah here it is, hunger, the feeling one gets when one has gone to long without food. Applies generally to species that require regular food intake." Vickory reads the last part from the words hanging about her.
"I suppose that's about how it would seem. Decaying isn't entirely right, but close enough."
"I know you weren't talking about David. Nobody who mind controls girls into dating him can possibly be considered an Alpha. Pretty sure forcing somebody to like you is the exact opposite of being the best" Ace says with a touch of anger in his voice.
Dave frowns at Cecil's approach, , feeling the urge to strike him in the face, but he pushes it down rather swiftly, his rage revealing itself only in the slight tightening in the muscles of his neck, he speaks with a cordially neutral tone "is there something I can help you Cecil?"
Tybalt let's Dave talk, holding back what he wants to say, but also holding a spell in mental ready in case Casil tries anything.
Being a warlock without needing motions or words for spells comes in handy some times...
"Nope. Ginni and I can't be mind controlled. But as soon as I need somebody's will crushed and turned into a puppet, you'll be the first person I call"
"At least he doesn't melt people or blame his problems on voices in his head."
Tybalt gently touches Dave's hand with his.
::Don't let him get at you. He isn't worth listening to.::
Tybalt thinks loudly, hoping Dave will hear.
"It would appear not all broke the mind control" Ace pauses, listening "Of course I'm worth listening to. Unless you don't like to hear the truth. I understand though. David isn't so tough when somebody stands up to him whose will he can't take over"
David clenches his fists and lets out a low growl, "if there is something you wan to say, say it and leave, your presence is neither needed, nor desired, say your piece and leave you shifter filth,"
Loki hovers over the intense argument and toys with a nonlethal bomb, "On the one hand, I could drop this and calm them, but on the other hand I can put it away and let them duke it out." Loki shakes his head and lights the fuse on the calm emotions bomb and counts to five before dropping it, "I hope this won't bite my tail off."
When an object with sparks drops, Tybs already being on guard clenches his paw around Dave's hand and shifts them both away from the bomb before it goes off.
They appear a few tables over looking at the place where it was. Tybalt's paw not clutching Dave's hand is burning with cold blue energy.
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"First of all Goldy, this is the cafeteria. I can be where ever I want. Secondly, if you ever rape another of my friend's free will, I will end you. I don't care if I get kicked out of the school, get banished from the planet, or anything else. Taking away somebody's freedom of choice is pretty much the most vile thing I could possibly imagine. The fact that you did it to a sweet, lovely young lady like Raelle makes it doubly worse. I may be 'shifter filth', but you are a straight up tyrannical villain. You're the kind of person freedom loving heroes rise up against and pull down from their lofty perch. Go on, keep pretending otherwise, but know you have not fooled me in the slightest. There will always be at least one person ready to stand against you when you inevitably loose it and seek to take over the minds of the students again. In my mind, its not a question of if, but when."
Looking around as she walks into the office, Maya heads over to the chair and stands to the back left, resting a one hand atop the other, on it's back.
"Hello Headmaster Antairus, thank you for the welcome. I'm specifically skilled in general education, so if there's any particular study that can be read up swiftly and then a course defined, I'd be happy to do that, yet, if the position is strictly for one sphere of study, then Illusion studies -- and all that it would entail, is specifically my interest. I have, you could say, a lot of experience with it, from my past and present."
She smiled faintly at that.
"If it helps, I've had nearly a decade or so of formal training with special beings, as a teacher, as well as a researcher of the unusual and unexplained, again, from elsewhere. I'm not a native, as I'm certain you've surmised."
Her voice is lightly accented, English aristocrat, and seems good natured. The slightest bemusement as she speaks, perhaps finding humor in her current state of affairs.
"I see. Well, more magic teachers -well, any teachers really- are welcome. Would you care to tell me more about your experience in the illusory arts and your research into the unusual and unexplained? There's plenty if both here in the school."
On his way out, Royston hearing a conversion get heated, has second thoughts about going, he walks up closet to where Dave Ace and Tybalt are talking, He says nothing but just stops and stands close there. He's seems to be paying close attention to the conversation they are having. His hands are behind his back, He's face still but attentive, he says nothing. The three can clearly see him there.
You see a reflection of yourself looking back, as if a mirror was there, if you look closer you see its a intricate set of sliver forms. You can tell your not looking at his mind at all, just an infinite set of defiances, for ever moving and shifting. there is no mind or feeling at all you can detect.
This is the part where you go "O ^&^%!" as you bomb falls toward Professor Royston now stopped below you.
dave let's our a beasteal roar, his eyes turning to slits his fingers to deadly claws, and he grows a few inches, and growls out "you will quiet your tongue or I will rip it out,"
At this skeets flys off in the direction of the nearest teacher.
Royston looks the Psicystal now in front of him, he waits for it to do something.
"OMG guys. Seriously? Can you rip it out before the wards kick in? Get real. It's the first day back to classes after a really s%+!ty weekend. And you're gonna start it with this crap? Didn't enough people die? Wasn't there enough blood? I hope you both choke on a dick."
He gets up and angrily throws what was left of his food in the trash, and leaves.
"I see. Well, more magic teachers -well, any teachers really- are welcome. Would you care to tell me more about your experience in the illusory arts and your research into the unusual and unexplained? There's plenty if both here in the school."
Still standing there, Maya raises an eyebrow, smiles and slips into the seat.
"It is a long story, which I presume you have the time for? The ten years of my teaching arem't exactly -- well, it can be, but, let's see where to begin..."
Maya proceeds to describe and explain, verbally, the history of an Earth which was radically changed by 'cosmic energies' in the latter part of their twentieth century, and the results going into their twenty first, before the planet was destroyed. She is the daughter of two Originals, beings that were changed due to the Event, manifesting super natural powers. She effectively describes something akin to what is a 'super powers' setting. People flying, blasting energies, super strength, etc. etc.
In the course of her teen years, and adult hood, until the death of her planet, she was one of the founders of a corporation, built by these super powered beings, to study and protect the planet from ill will. The study of themselves, and others like themselves, to further develop the new beings and co-exist with the non-super humans that remained, and lived primarily in fear, of the Originals and their off spring. She had participated in the study of the phenomena, as a Doctor of Psychology and Physiology, as well as a student of Sociology, and various other titles in the new scientific fields that were being invented from scratch. Most having colorful names due to the 'powers' involved. Hyper-Intelligence, Teleportation, Space/Time Manipulation, Quantum Variable Manipulation, etc. etc. Her own unique abilities, were in the field of what passes for 'Illusions', most likely in a 'magic' setting-- but, she doesn't manipulate magic. She manipulates reality, as do all of the other people touched by the Event from her world.
In the course of her adult life, while working with a core group of planet protectors and fellow scientists, made up of Originals and herself, numerous other 'students' and applicants for study joined their university, in the effort to help an individual gain control over their powers, or abilities, to meld into society smoothly. For those that were off and breaking the laws, often, they were the first response team stopping major threats, and new found threats, affecting the planet. They were primarily a team, organized under the banner of their leader, for philanthropic ends.
Thus, after some descriptions of experiences and such, she's clearly an expert in the 'odd and unusual', from a science point of view, and sometimes quite creative origins, and a teacher of her fellow super natural persons. Some ten years, easily, of professional effort, besides her lifetime otherwise.
"... so, in a nutshell, that's the short version. Now I am here, and seeking some stability before I determine what more there is to do in this ...universe. Perhaps, a teaching and research opportunity in one. As far as what I could teach, it was discussed that Illusions was a possibility, though, I'm not quite certain of the magical aspect of this, yet fairly certain I could learn it quickly and adapt."
She finishes the story with legs politely crossed at the knee, hands atop her thigh, looking back at the Headmaster, faintly smiling.
"If nothing else, I'm looking for a place to stay and help with, while remaining around Tryko'Sam, a companion from my world. It is due to his being here, I believe, that I am ...returned."
She waits patiently for his response.