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He looks over at her.
"See ya around... and good luck with stuff."
He goes back to eating and waiting for Dave or Melody.
Cindra waits for Hestia and Phaedra, then returns to the skimmer with a small bundle slung over one shoulder. Once Solus and Lucas are ready to board, Cindra will climb aboard and settle into a seat, stowing her belongings as appropriate. She does not seem to react to the reduced illumination.
Upon seeing someone else, young, head into the skimmer with such ease and not so much as a 'by your leave' from the adult present, whatever his standing...
The three youths, glance (individually, not simultaneously) about, and seize the moment to walk into the skimmer.
As the young girl moves to go ahead, that determined look on her face, the tall youth, with longer stride cuts in front of her and rudely, most likely due to his station in life, causes her to stumble in doing so, saying in hushed breath, "Know your place, wench."
Sorchan probably won't hear this, but, then again-- super hearing isn't always taken into account, is it?
The girl glares at the tall boy that heads on into the skimmer, then checks her rage for a moment, glancing about, seeing the dark haired shorter person behind her now, inhales sharply and walks on ahead, clutching her solitary bag tighter as she does.
The younger youth, with ash hair, paused, his movements are measured and smooth, not unlike someone well trained in physical activity that wastes no measure of energy beyond what is needed.
Unless stopped or interacted with, they proceed into the skimmer and take seats that are far apart from one another. The youth is the only one who doesn't seem 'intrigued' by the tech of the skimmer, if it is not a magical device. The tall youth hides his intrigue somewhat well, the girl is definitely more wide eyed.
Archena sees what the guy did.
If not strapped into the seat, she would've jumped up and pimp slapped him, but maybe it's a good thing she is strapped in, in that case.
She does the next best thing and waves the girl over to sit next to her.
"What's his deal?"
She says quietly, should she choose to sit with her.
Archena sees what the guy did.
If not strapped into the seat, she would've jumped up and pimp slapped him, but maybe it's a good thing she is strapped in, in that case.She does the next best thing and waves the girl over to sit next to her.
"What's his deal?"
She says quietly, should she choose to sit with her.
The young girl, seems a bit shocked at the wave invitation coming from the bob hair cut girl, but seems to consider or re-consider her own situation, then nods while slipping into a seat near Archena, though one seat between them both still. Clearly, she appears to be somewhat shy or reclusive still.
"I believe the young lord," she says with some measure of etiquette, "is probably too entrance with his own self worth to know the proper etiquette around the fairer sex." She whispers this, clearly not wishing to let the tall thin Firebird hear it.
She smiles smashingly with the awareness that she was just secretly rude, and probably got away with it, then catches herself to peer around, before looking back at Archena, and then more importantly, her clothing, and clawed hands.
Her eyes go wide at the visible difference there, but, as before, there's a clear excitement as she conspiratorially leans in to ask, "Are you ...different? Is that why you are going to this school? Or did your parents send you away to keep out of sight?" She seems equal parts fascinated by the prospect, as well as fearful, in a fashion.
She gives a little snicker at the girl's joke. She smiles, liking the girl already, being reminded of her one friend of previous.
"Naw, totally normal. Don't you have claws too?"she says with a little good natured sarcasm.
"Ya. I'm kind of a freak show. And that's just what ya can see."
She says with a tone of pride.
"I could care less what my parents want. I just want to be as far away from them as possible. They never really cared, and what they did was so that I didn't embarrass them. But it does seem like a fair amount of the problem is following us..." she trails off, looking around at the occupants of the skimmer.
"Anyways, what's your name? I'm Archena Sur- y'know? Just Archena from now on. You can call me Kay if you want."
He looks over at her.
"See ya around... and good luck with stuff."
He goes back to eating and waiting for Dave or Melody.
He staggers a step or two, grins at Tybalt, gets a wink off to Raelle in a flirtatious manner, then his eyes roll up into his skull and he keels over, potentially laughing with blood filled breaths, into being quite dead.
His top outfit is completely slashed up, bloodied and useless, barely hanging on. Pants, being of leather, are equally torn, animal claws, with edged weapons atop that. He's mostly down to part of one boot and groin covering.
Clearly, due to the wounds by weaponry still in his system, he wasn't long for this world, but within instants, the weaponry is pushed out as he seemingly regenerates and heals, gasps for air, all within a blink or two of the bench seated duo's eyes.
With a twitch, and then a spit or two, he mutters into the dirt, face planted, "Hey.. uh, Tybalt. Gonna need your help, here, please. This outfit's a wreck." He gets to his knees, as the blood spreads the little remaining bit it does, which isn't much more now.
"Sorry there, gorgeous. Hope you don't mind me crashing in on you two." He seems extremely casual about the fact he was just dead moments before, when he slumped over.
Glancing back in the direction he came from, he says, casually waving it off, "Guess some people can't take a joke..." He then looks back and smiles charmingly again.
Standing there in his mostly naked, he seems unperturbed by the recent event.
"Oh, hey, what time is it? I should probably get a watch. Anything going on? Did I miss first period?"
She gives a little snicker at the girl's joke. She smiles, liking the girl already, being reminded of her one friend of previous.
"Naw, totally normal. Don't you have claws too?"she says with a little good natured sarcasm.
"Ya. I'm kind of a freak show. And that's just what ya can see."
She says with a tone of pride.
"I could care less what my parents want. I just want to be as far away from them as possible. They never really cared, and what they did was so that I didn't embarrass them. But it does seem like a fair amount of the problem is following us..." she trails off, looking around at the occupants of the skimmer.
"Anyways, what's your name? I'm Archena Sur- y'know? Just Archena from now on. You can call me Kay if you want."
Ulna Terrianos
Archena is looked over some more and the girl smiles once more, before seeming to consider then extend her hand, "Ulna Terianos. No house to speak of. Single daughter. Most likely disowned, as I have left my parents against their protests." She looks down for a moment, then back up, "Father did little to stop me." Resentment is on her face merely a moment, before it is replaced by the smile.
"I am pleased to meet you, Arch-- Kay. Perhaps we can be friends in this school? Do you know much of it? I've only heard a few rumors. Was that really the upstart Del Sol outside? Sorchan?" She whispers the name. "I thought he'd be more ...twisted in appearance?"
She looks around again, expected to be interrupted or listened in on, so her voice is low.
As they step out of the SIM into the lobby area, the pretty tiefling who greeted them before is frowning as she pores over what appears to be a handbook.
"Sumimasen," she said, bowing again, "But I have a question, sensei. I do not think you are supposed to give detention for that? They were not breaking any rules I could find. I agree that a referral to the school psychologist may be required, but as far as I can tell, they successfully conveyed their feelings without breaking any guidelines, ne? Did I miss something?"
Royston stops and looks at his fellow teacher, hearing her out.
"Greeting Professor Tanaka may I see"
Then holds his hands out for the school rule book for students, once handed over he reads the parts she pointed out.
"You are correct Professor, it seems I was in error with my interpretation of school rules. Thank you for showing me this."
He says to her with a nod, Then to David and Ace.
"In light of what Professor Tanaka has shown me, Ace, David there is no call for detention. However Ace Professor Tanaka suggestion of a referral to the school psychologist is a sound one. Please book yourself in for psychoanalytic assessment with the school psychologist as soon as you are able. Now if you two wish you may resume your duel, the SimRoom has it recorded, you can start back as you where. I do not now have the time to over see you, I have class. But if you ask Professor Tanaka who is the PE teacher an much better suited to this than me, she may be willing, good day to you both, Professor Tanaka."
With a bow he hands back the rule book and heads off to another Simroom where he is teaching gun safety in just a few minuets.
He looks over at her.
"See ya around... and good luck with stuff."
He goes back to eating and waiting for Dave or Melody.** spoiler omitted **
"Oh, hey, what time is it? I should probably get a watch. Anything going on? Did I miss first period?"
Tybalt jumps back as Tryko'Sam materializes.
He watches with wide eyes as Tryko'Sam collapses and bleeds out.After he gets up and the shock wears off he leans over and unceremoniously throws up in a bush.
"OK. No. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew."
He says this almost like a mantra as he throws cold water, cleaning the viscera off of Tryko'Sam and the ground until it is no longer visible.
Once it's done he sighs.
"Ok. Sorry. No blood. Just no."
He disappears for a moment and comes back with some fabric. With a swift motion, a yard stick removes whats left of what Tryko'Sam was wearing.
He tosses the fabric in the air and literally throws a robe together, claws seperating and magic mending fabric.
He offers it to Tryko'Sam.
"No class hasn't started yet. Got about half an hour. And what the hells were you doing?"
Once Tryko'Sam is decent, he takes a look at the various weaponry, gathering it into a pile and putting it in a bag that it dissapears into no space within.
Tybalt jumps back as Tryko'Sam materializes.
He watches with wide eyes as Tryko'Sam collapses and bleeds out.
After he gets up and the shock wears off he leans over and unceremoniously throws up in a bush.
"OK. No. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew."
He says this almost like a mantra as he throws cold water, cleaning the viscera off of Tryko'Sam and the ground until it is no longer visible.
Once it's done he sighs.
"Ok. Sorry. No blood. Just no."
He disappears for a moment and comes back with some fabric. With a swift motion, a yard stick removes whats left of what Tryko'Sam was wearing.
He tosses the fabric in the air and literally throws a robe together, claws seperating and magic mending fabric.
He offers it to Tryko'Sam.
"No class hasn't started yet. Got about half an hour. And what the hells were you doing?"
Once Tryko'Sam is decent, he takes a look at the various weaponry, gathering it into a pile and putting it in a bag that it dissapears into no space within.
Thankfully, the blood once it left Tryko'Sam's immediate self, i.e. off his skin or internally, seems to fade out of existence nearly instantly, so the cleaning is fairly quick. He has the lean figure of a martial artist, well defined and such, but not barbarian like in the definitions.
"Sorry about that, catman, puking and me happens often. Be warned. It can get graphic."
He doesn't seem to mind the pawhandling when dressed and clothed quickly, but smirks a bit if Raelle's looking his way, brat like, but clearly in a good mood over all.
"Well, I went for a walk about, or whatever ...and tried to talk to some people, who clearly didn't speak my words-- I think I might have insulted some Princess or Priestess? Not sure, but, remind me in the future that slapping the ass of some hotty in robes is usually bad juju and we'll be fine. Shoulda seen the pack of dudes that came rushing out and ...one or two had some big animal pets. Naturally, I did it again and took off. It was awesome. They really had great aim, I mean, I can dodge some serious s*&*, but ..." He shrugs.
He's all dressed up in the robes after a few, pulling on them here and there, then asking, "Hey-- uh, are those worth much?" Gesturing at the weaponry being removed, "Maybe we can sell them? Like, treasure and s~&+?"
Ulna TerrianosArchena is looked over some more and the girl smiles once more, before seeming to consider then extend her hand, "Ulna Terianos. No house to speak of. Single daughter. Most likely disowned, as I have left my parents against their protests." She looks down for a moment, then back up, "Father did little to stop me." Resentment is on her face merely a moment, before it is replaced by the smile.
"I am pleased to meet you, Arch-- Kay. Perhaps we can be friends in this school? Do you know much of it? I've only heard a few rumors. Was that really the upstart Del Sol outside? Sorchan?" She whispers the name. "I thought he'd be more ...twisted in appearance?"
She looks around again, expected to be interrupted or listened in on, so her voice is low.
"Ya. Sweet. Two friends now. On a roll. And you tell me if he tries that again with you. I'll show him his place."
"So, you broke coop, hunh? Wish I coulda swung that. And as far as the school goes, you probably know more than me."
She puts her legs out onto the chain across from her, slouching in the seat.
"Ya. Sweet. Two friends now. On a roll. And you tell me if he tries that again with you. I'll show him his place."
"So, you broke coop, hunh? Wish I coulda swung that. And as far as the school goes, you probably know more than me."
She puts her legs out onto the chain across from her, slouching in the seat.
"You would actually raise a hand against ...someone of pure blood?"
Ulna looks a hint shocked at the prospect, but excited as well. Giving Archena another glance as she slouches, Archena can see Ulna 'trying' out the similar sitting arrangement, perhaps as a rebellion of her somewhat stuffy manner.
She grins once she is slouching.
Mel guides Florence to the bench they left. telling her about the guitar she left there.
Thankfully, the blood once it left Tryko'Sam's immediate self, i.e. off his skin or internally, seems to fade out of existence nearly instantly, so the cleaning is fairly quick. He has the lean figure of a martial artist, well defined and such, but not barbarian like in the definitions."Sorry about that, catman, puking and me happens often. Be warned. It can get graphic."
He doesn't seem to mind the pawhandling when dressed and clothed quickly, but smirks a bit if Raelle's looking his way, brat like, but clearly in a good mood over all.
"Well, I went for a walk about, or whatever ...and tried to talk to some people, who clearly didn't speak my words-- I think I might have insulted some Princess or Priestess? Not sure, but, remind me in the future that slapping the ass of some hotty in robes is usually bad juju and we'll be fine. Shoulda seen the pack of dudes that came rushing out and ...one or two had some big animal pets. Naturally, I did it again and took off. It was awesome....
"It's OK. Not your fault."
There's no paw handling, not wanting people to get cold.He blinks out and back for a moment, appearing back with his sewing table.
He starts on real clothes for the day, the standard jeans, t-shirt and other needed etcetera.
He listens to the story as he works.
"Are you sure you're not a masochist?..."
At the weaponry question he pulls a smirk.
"I usually keep all the weapons I find. Take them out of circulation, you know? If I have them, they're not being used to hurt people, you get me? You can have them if you want, and it's your choice, but I'd appreciate you not selling them. It's actually kinda funny. I have a massive collection of weapons now, but no intention to use them."
"They're no better than all of us now. Sides, if you want that to count still, I am too. From what I've heard, that where all the freakiness comes from.
She grins in return at her breaking the stiffness shell.
"There ya go. We'll have ya de-ladified in no time."
Pyrrhos calmly collects his things from his tent and walks over to wait by the shuttle, ready to go to this new school... and keep an eye on his cousins.
"Well.." he says looking the kids who were watching the duel "..some more than others, it seems."She shrugged. "All depends on perspective..." she leaned closer so she could speak more quietly. "I mean, not all monsters are intelligent as such."
"Yeah, true..." he says quietly.
Raelle shrieked when Tryko'Sam fell down right by her feet, blood pooling around him. The patterns on her body started to glow, brightly enough that they can be seen faintly through her clothes and she instinctively raises a hand....which then drops as she stares at the rapidly healing boy in confusion. The glow slowly fades, but she doesn't seem to be seeing and hearing the conversation between Tybalt and Tryko'Sam. She's staring, though doesn't seem to realize it.
"You're...stuck....in some kind of recursive loop," she muttered, bewildered, before shaking her head.
"Ugh. That was.....just....ugh."
She looked at Tryko'Sam with more awareness now, hands on hips and temper rising. "You need better hobbies," she snapped.
"Yeah, true..." he says quietly."Well.." he says looking the kids who were watching the duel "..some more than others, it seems."She shrugged. "All depends on perspective..." she leaned closer so she could speak more quietly. "I mean, not all monsters are intelligent as such."
She giggled at the shared joke.
"Hey, do you like music much, Gavin?"
Nanami looked at the two boys and sighed.
"Ohayo Gozaimasu. I am Nanami Tanaka, the new PE teacher. You will call me Tanaka-sensei from now on. What do you both intend to do now?"
"Yeah, true..." he says quietly."Well.." he says looking the kids who were watching the duel "..some more than others, it seems."She shrugged. "All depends on perspective..." she leaned closer so she could speak more quietly. "I mean, not all monsters are intelligent as such."She giggled at the shared joke.
"Hey, do you like music much, Gavin?"
"Like bands and musicians? I do! One of the few memories I have involve some kind of village festival with dancing and pipers! Why?"
Raelle shrieked when Tryko'Sam fell down right by her feet, blood pooling around him. The patterns on her body started to glow, brightly enough that they can be seen faintly through her clothes and she instinctively raises a hand....which then drops as she stares at the rapidly healing boy in confusion. The glow slowly fades, but she doesn't seem to be seeing and hearing the conversation between Tybalt and Tryko'Sam. She's staring, though doesn't seem to realize it.
"You're...stuck....in some kind of recursive loop," she muttered, bewildered, before shaking her head.
"Ugh. That was.....just....ugh."
She looked at Tryko'Sam with more awareness now, hands on hips and temper rising. "You need better hobbies," she snapped.
Looking at Raelle with mock outrage, he says, "Awww, come on... Are you telling me the universal sign of appreciating a tush is right out on this planet?"
He chuckles a bit more then perking up asks, "Oh, dude-- got a wizard's hat, and like, a wand? I need to fit in. OH, and glasses? I mean I can go find some, but since you're here."
Then serious for a moment, he adds, "If it were completely recursive, a Möbius Loop for visual example? I'd return to a specific state-- however, sometimes the memories go. Wish they didn't, but there's that. My shell never changes, I'm certain of that. It's possible I could find the exact moment of rebirth, or original state, but I'm not sure any tech-- yet, can do that. I do have some thoughts on how. Maybe that implies my state is more of a mind, or spirit thing. Pity I'm not religious. Might if helped with that girl earlier too. She was the cutest red head, though, just a bit ...older than say, eighteen?"
He shrugs.
"Thanks a ton though, you guys, seriously, sorry for any scare and all."
He seems to be genuine with that last bit, while acting goofy earlier.
Crossing his arms and thinking he adds, "You know, if the girl of my dreams existed AND reciprocated my advances, and was immortal... My bad habits could be prevented. She'd of course get sneak butt pats from time to time. Naturally."
"They're no better than all of us now. Sides, if you want that to count still, I am too. From what I've heard, that where all the freakiness comes from.
She grins in return at her breaking the stiffness shell.
"There ya go. We'll have ya de-ladified in no time."
Ulna Terrianos
Looking slightly perturbed at the notion of 'de-ladifird', Ulna ponders for a moment before saying, "I certainly would not wish to bring any ill reputation upon myself, or violate grossly any of our society's core beliefs. Without them, how will we endure? The loss of a home is merely a ... Physical matter, what of our souls and culture?"
Sven Brightedge
Within the appropriate time needed to dash off and the dash back quickly, Sven returns to Lily's side, with a knapsack of masterwork quality. He greets her politely before figuring out what the next steps are.
"I'll leave that to you," he says turning to ace "seeing as you're the chalanger, the one venting"
"Alright, let's get everyone on board who's heading for Avalon," Sorchan said, hurrying any dawdlers along. Once all the children were on board along with their luggage, including the Svarogs and Lily's excess baggage, he turned to climb in so that he could drive the group to the school when his attention was diverted by a sound of yelling.
"Hold up! Come on, hurry! Before they notice we're gone! Hang on! Wait for us!"
The shouts came from a group of three young guard trainees in the livery of one of the noble houses running at top speed for the skimmer. One girl, her orange-red hair pulled into two low pigtails, and two boys, one auburn haired, one blonde, both sporting short military style haircuts. They didn't even pause when they got to the skimmer, using their momentum to basically leap through the door. The girl turned around, holding up a tattooed arm so that Sorchan could see it. "You know how to remove these, right?"
"Not personally, but I can find someone at Avalon who can, I'm sure of it," Sorchan replied.
"Great! Then let's go! Before they notice we're gone!" she said, enthusiastically, throwing herself into a seat, her companions having already done the same.
"Like bands and musicians? I do! One of the few memories I have involve some kind of village festival with dancing and pipers! Why?"
She giggled at the shared joke."Hey, do you like music much, Gavin?"
"Because I love music. I play the drums. It's my favorite thing to do. So I was curious if you liked music at all...do you know what kind of music you prefer or do you just know what you like when you hear it?"
"Alright, let's get everyone on board who's heading for Avalon," Sorchan said, hurrying any dawdlers along. Once all the children were on board along with their luggage, including the Svarogs and Lily's excess baggage, he turned to climb in so that he could drive the group to the school when his attention was diverted by a sound of yelling.
"Hold up! Come on, hurry! Before they notice we're gone! Hang on! Wait for us!"
The shouts came from a group of three young guard trainees in the livery of one of the noble houses running at top speed for the skimmer. One girl, her orange-red hair pulled into two low pigtails, and two boys, one auburn haired, one blonde, both sporting short military style haircuts. They didn't even pause when they got to the skimmer, using their momentum to basically leap through the door. The girl turned around, holding up a tattooed arm so that Sorchan could see it. "You know how to remove these, right?"
"Not personally, but I can find someone at Avalon who can, I'm sure of it," Sorchan replied.
"Great! Then let's go! Before they notice we're gone!" she said, enthusiastically, throwing herself into a seat, her companions having already done the same.
The younger, shorter firebird perks up at the sight and actions of the three arrivals.
The taller youth frowns slightly, folding his arms while looking off in disgust, seated imperiously alone.
Ulna seems initially puzzled, then wide-eyed, looks at Sorchan as if he were the second coming of lore.
"Verily, is that possible?" She whispers in a hushed tone.
Looking at Raelle with mock outrage, he says, "Awww, come on... Are you telling me the universal sign of appreciating a tush is right out on this planet?"He chuckles a bit more then perking up asks, "Oh, dude-- got a wizard's hat, and like, a wand? I need to fit in. OH, and glasses? I mean I can go find some, but since you're here."
Then serious for a moment, he adds, "If it were completely recursive, a Möbius Loop for visual example? I'd return to a specific state-- however, sometimes the memories go. Wish they didn't, but there's that. My shell never changes, I'm certain of that. It's possible I could find the exact moment of rebirth, or original state, but I'm not sure any tech-- yet, can do that. I do have some thoughts on how. Maybe that implies my state is more of a mind, or spirit thing. Pity I'm not religious. Might if helped with that girl earlier too. She was the cutest red head, though, just a bit ...older than say, eighteen?"
He shrugs.
"Thanks a ton though, you guys, seriously, sorry for any scare and all."
He seems to be genuine with that last bit, while acting goofy earlier.
Crossing his arms and thinking he adds, "You know, if the...
Raelle snorted in disgust.
"Boys!" she exclaimed derisively and stomped off, not wanting to deal with the weird looped boy any more.
"I'll leave that to you," he says turning to ace "seeing as you're the chalanger, the one venting"
"You know, if you don't want to duel anymore, I can just set up a SIM for you...but either way I need the classroom back in half an hour."
"Well this is certainly an.. interesting.. addition to the passengers." Pyrrhos observes, looking over the late arrivals carefully.
Raelle snorted in disgust.
"Boys!" she exclaimed derisively and stomped off, not wanting to deal with the weird looped boy any more.
Once she was barely out of ear shot, Tryko'Sam says, "I think she likes me. Girls do that when they like you, right? Plus she has awesome hair."
He grinned over at Tybalt.
"So, anything new and interesting? Updates?"
The younger, shorter firebird perks up at the sight and actions of the three arrivals.
The taller youth frowns slightly, folding his arms while looking off in disgust, seated imperiously alone.
Ulna seems initially puzzled, then wide-eyed, looks at Sorchan as if he were the second coming of lore.
"Verily, is that possible?" She whispers in a hushed tone.
The auburn haired boy waves at her, smiling flirtatiously. The blonde boy elbows him in the side and they seem to be lost in mock fighting before the pigtail girl smacks them both and playfully tells them to mind their manners.
In the meantime, Sorchan gets the skimmer going and heads for Avalon.
Ulna Terranios
Ulna seems about to good naturedly wave back, but catches herself, eking out a slight smile though. She glances towards Archena briefly, then leans over, whispering, "Do you know them, at all?"
Sven Brightedge
Attending to help with Lily's comfort and luggage, Sven stoically does his duty without much fanfare, eventually taking a seat close, but not too close, were by he could protect her still. He does eye the apparent potential 'deserters', saying nothing nor revealing his take on the tattoo topic of fealty.
It would be obvious in his manner that he's was taught well by his father, or elsewhere in being a bodyguard/escort.
Crossing his arms and thinking he adds, "You know, if the girl of my dreams existed AND reciprocated my advances, and was immortal... My bad habits could be prevented. She'd of course get sneak butt pats from time to time. Naturally...
Give her time....
"I wasn't planning on making you go to class in a lopsided robe, but you can wear it today if you want."
It is at this point he pops out and back in with his sewing table.
"You can wear it over these.
He puts together another pair of jeans with almost supernatural speed, remembering the pattern for jeans in Tryko'Sam's size from when he made them yesterday, or the day before.
Along with the required etc for wearing jeans comfortable he makes a T-Shirt, holding it up so Sam can't see until he's done.
He takes a moment to produce a discharged wand and a pair of glasses without lenses.
"You can use my old ones. The lenses are broken out, so they won't feel weird, but they might be a little small."
He frowns a little as Raelle storms off.
"You might want to turn the chauvinism down, just a smidge... Real or not.... Plus she has a new boyfriend."
"I don't think we need to stay how we are. Just need to blend with the people down here. Blending is what we need."
She puts her hands behind her head.
The flirtatious smile causes her to raise her eyebrows up and down quickly, responding to him with her own version of flirtation.
"I don't know them. You? How about you get the dark haired one, and I got blondy."
She waves the three over to the seats across from them.
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"Alright, let's get everyone on board who's heading for Avalon," Sorchan said, hurrying any dawdlers along. Once all the children were on board along with their luggage, including the Svarogs and Lily's excess baggage, he turned to climb in so that he could drive the group to the school when his attention was diverted by a sound of yelling.
"Hold up! Come on, hurry! Before they notice we're gone! Hang on! Wait for us!"
The shouts came from a group of three young guard trainees in the livery of one of the noble houses running at top speed for the skimmer. One girl, her orange-red hair pulled into two low pigtails, and two boys, one auburn haired, one blonde, both sporting short military style haircuts. They didn't even pause when they got to the skimmer, using their momentum to basically leap through the door. The girl turned around, holding up a tattooed arm so that Sorchan could see it. "You know how to remove these, right?"
"Not personally, but I can find someone at Avalon who can, I'm sure of it," Sorchan replied.
"Great! Then let's go! Before they notice we're gone!" she said, enthusiastically, throwing herself into a seat, her companions having already done the same.
Lucas frowns for just a instant, those not his family, wouldn't even notice, when they sit down he turns to them and whispers under the noise of the croud so that only they would be likely to hear him unless the eavesdropper had supernatural hearing like himself "you will be safe at Avalon, the sun is gone, and if any try to invoke your bonds, I will try to help you however I can, my name is Lucas Savrog, might I ask yours"
"I wasn't planning on making you go to class in a lopsided robe, but you can wear it today if you want."
It is at this point he pops out and back in with his sewing table.
"You can wear it over these.
He puts together another pair of jeans with almost supernatural speed, remembering the pattern for jeans in Tryko'Sam's size from when he made them yesterday, or the day before.
Along with the required etc for wearing jeans comfortable he makes a T-Shirt, holding it up so Sam can't see until he's done.
He takes a moment to produce a discharged wand and a pair of glasses without lenses.
"You can use my old ones. The lenses are broken out, so they won't feel weird, but they might be a little small."
He frowns a little as Raelle storms off.
"You might want to turn the chauvinism down, just a smidge... Real or not.... Plus she has a new boyfriend."
Putting the wizard hat on, taking the clothing and looking at Tybalt, he says in disbelief, "Hey now, I asked for the hat, glasses and wand for a reason, so I didn't bringing all the girls and boys to the schoolyard and pissing off the partners. You'll see."
He smirks at the comment.
"But, seriously, thanks Tybbies. You're a great fur faced fellow. You wanna hang out sometime, let me know. Or need help holding someone down while you claw their face off, I'm your guy. Oh-- by the way, you're not a certified priest or something, are you?"
He goes to drape his free arm around Tybalt at this point, smiling warmly. Tybalt can avoid, or slip away easily. His hand seems to get cold, but, he doesn't flinch much after a moment of contact.
Give her time....Crossing his arms and thinking he adds, "You know, if the girl of my dreams existed AND reciprocated my advances, and was immortal... My bad habits could be prevented. She'd of course get sneak butt pats from time to time. Naturally...
"I don't think we need to stay how we are. Just need to blend with the people down here. Blending is what we need."
She puts her hands behind her head.
The flirtatious smile causes her to raise her eyebrows up and down quickly, responding to him with her own version of flirtation.
"I don't know them. You? How about you get the dark haired one, and I got blondy."
She waves the three over to the seats across from them.
Ulna Terranios
Looking back to Archena, then to the guard types, Ulna straightens up and says, "The matters of my heart, and fire for another, is sacred, I will not spend myself casually in such a manner. Please ... Archena, do not let me stop you if that is what you wish."
Perhaps a take on some of the purity upbringing, Ulna seems serious in regards to 'mingling' as she takes Archena's suggestion. She doesn't, however, seem to recoil when Archena does wave them over, looking briefly back.
vis is silent on the trip, looking out the window.
"Wow... This would be so cool to drive..."
heista muttered as she got in a seat.
"Heh. If my experience with those glasses are anything, those alone'll do it."
He gives a bit of self deprecating humor.
He gives him a t-shirt with the "PARENTAL ADIVSORY" logo on it with a sly smile.
"Uh, that depends on what you need it for. I can perform a bonding ceremony because I was in training to be our island's elder, but I don't have any divine magic if that's what you're asking about."
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"What? C'mon. You looked like you liked him. You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm not gonna pull the arrangement junk the noble parents did, but you should talk to people if you feel like you should. Either way, it'll be nice to meet some people who don't have their nose in the air."
"Heh. If my experience with those glasses are anything, those alone'll do it."
He gives a bit of self deprecating humor.
He gives him a t-shirt with the "PARENTAL ADIVSORY" logo on it with a sly smile.
"Uh, that depends on what you need it for. I can perform a bonding ceremony because I was in training to be our island's elder, but I don't have any divine magic if that's what you're asking about."
"Wait, are these magical or something?" He eyes the glasses then Tybalt, warily.
Upon seeing the shirt logo, he gets a bit focused, searching Tybalt's face, "Where'd you get this?"
Looking things over further, he gets to putting clothing on, while keeping the robes on, wizard hat and glasses hang from his lip.
"I need to jet shortly... You going to class soon?" He glances off quick, then back up at Tybalt.
"That stuff? No. The glasses are so bad it's almost like magic, but not literally. The wand used to be, but not any more. I wouldn't give you anything like that. Might hurt someone if you don't know what you're doing."
He seems confused by the sudden jolt of seriousness about the shirt.
"I made it. You mean the design? I dunno. Last I remember I've been to over sixty or seventy something different planets before I got here. I guess I saw it at one of those. I just thought it would be funny because you're all grabby and stuff. Is it not OK? Do you want a different one?" He seems eager to make amends, if it was something he did wrong.
"We got some time. And I don't have to walk to class, so I was just gonna wait a while longer. Finish eating."
"Because I love music. I play the drums. It's my favorite thing to do. So I was curious if you liked music at all...do you know what kind of music you prefer or do you just know what you like when you hear it?""Like bands and musicians? I do! One of the few memories I have involve some kind of village festival with dancing and pipers! Why?"
She giggled at the shared joke."Hey, do you like music much, Gavin?"
"Umm other than the pipers I dunno that I've heard other music...that I remember, anyway. I guess I'll know when I hear it."
"That stuff? No. The glasses are so bad it's almost like magic, but not literally. The wand used to be, but not any more. I wouldn't give you anything like that. Might hurt someone if you don't know what you're doing."
He seems confused by the sudden jolt of seriousness about the shirt.
"I made it. You mean the design? I dunno. Last I remember I've been to over sixty or seventy something different planets before I got here. I guess I saw it at one of those. I just thought it would be funny because you're all grabby and stuff. Is it not OK? Do you want a different one?" He seems eager to make amends, if it was something he did wrong.
"We got some time. And I don't have to walk to class, so I was just gonna wait a while longer. Finish eating."
"Uh, okay-- cool. So, just mundane s@+@, great." He hesitates for a moment, putting the glasses on, and standing there in his brilliant charismatic self, though dressed horribly for the part.
"The shirt, just ...seemed really, familiar, but I love it. Could have come from our world, but we didn't ever have alien catmen visiting." He pauses for a moment, looking at Tybalt straight in the eyes.
"Did you guys visit?"
Then looking off again, he grits his teeth a moment then looks back. "I think my time ran out-- where would you deposit someone who's potentially tagged with some kind of magical tracking s!@$, if you thought you were saving their life and were new to the world? I'm not sure where a police station is, honestly... or Feds."