"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."
"Oh....well...maybe I can make a music crystal for you...a mix of some different types of music and you can tell me which ones you like," she offered.
The two boys move to the seat across from Archena and Ulna. The girl seems to be occupied having a conversation with one of the multitude of Svarogs.
"Hey," the blonde one said, smiling at both of the girls. "So...either of you lovely ladies know much about where we're going? I must confess to being woefully underinformed about this school."
The darker haired boy rolled his eyes. Always with Etain and the flirting.
Ulna Terranios
Ulna averted her eyes out the window, having taken the seat nearest to one, separated from Archena by an empty seat.
"All I have been informed is that... it is where, the undesirable have collected, misfits or outcasts, who seek to form a different society."
She looks down at her hands after saying such, fingers entwined, saying softly, "... where our people mingle freely with the ground walker and such."
It's evident from her words that she's not really clear herself, but heard nightmarish or similar, tales. Yet, she's on the skimmer. Teenagers are so confusing sometimes.
"Oh....well...maybe I can make a music crystal for you...a mix of some different types of music and you can tell me which ones you like," she offered."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'd be really cool. Thank you!
I'm glad you sat with me today. You're my first official friend here!"
"he actions of our elders lately were... troublesome at best,"
The tall, thinner youth that barged ahead of Ulna snaps out at Lucas' comment.
"You dare question the choices of our Council? The very essence of our society has existed by their guiding hands. How dare you? Have you no honor and respect for our ways?"
He clearly appears bothered by the disrespect afforded here by Lucas.
"You're Lucas Svarog, the eldest of House Svarog, are you not? Is this how you wish your family to be represented?"
His expression is one of disbelief at the blatant 'rude statement'.
Obviously, still loyal to the traditions of Firebird Society and their ways over the many years, he most likely has a lot to learn.
Mel smiles at the offer, she really wasn't very hungry, but being with people is what she enjoyed, especially people she considered friends.
Hey Vai, Florence here can run, like super fast, and I mean /SUPER/ fast. And, well since you guys either fly or zap places, and all I do is walk, I guess I will need Florence to carry me, or something like that.
Mel looks to Florence as she says this, kind of asking if that is alright.
"Sure."
Florence will come and scoop melody up again, before taking off for the building.
"Alright. Come on Fei!" Vai giggles loudly and takes wing, flying hard after Florence and her cargo, trying to keep up with the quick girl.
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Lucas mentally curses, but keeps his face smooth and calm "I mean merely that they were rash and appeared undisciplined, perhaps when I have the time to further meditate and reflect on their actions their logic may appear to me, but as it stands protocol was broken, some of us died, and our home was lost,"
Lucas mentally curses, but keeps his face smooth and calm "I mean merely that they were rash and appeared undisciplined, perhaps when I have the time to further meditate and reflect on their actions their logic may appear to me, but as it stands protocol was broken, some of us died, and our home was lost,"
The young, thin, fellow says, apparently slightly calmed, "The loss of our home, our ancestral home which held us and gave us purpose for all to behold from without, as a statement of our status and purpose in this world, is the largest travesty to have fallen upon our race. We must remain strong together, following our traditions, to withstand corruption from without."
He falls quiet and looks off, lost in his thoughts at that. He is rather charismatic, and well spoken, but not experienced, clearly. He'll be a natural leader one day, most certainly.
Serrin turns to the tall youth apparently arguing with Lucas. "You need to be quiet now" She says tersely and casts a minor spell to do exactly that
"Here, lemme see."
He gently pulls the tray over, not hurting Ehos.
"Color..."
*sniff*
"Yep. That's the stuff."
He looks around in his coat.
"this would be easier if they weren't all the same shape..."
Not satisfied with what he finds there, he stops for a moment and a few shapes work their way up his throat, and he pulls a couple bottles out of his mouth, clean.
"Sorry. That must look pretty freaky."
He says as he sorts through the bottles.
"Ah. Here we go. It was labeled true strike for some reason."
He pulls the top and places it on the table for Ehos to apply with his free hand as he sees fit.
"I've never understood why we call it Universal solvent if it only works on glue..."
He trails off, thinking.
"Oh. Sorry. I'm Kevin. Kevin Ramos."
'No problem. Thanks.' the datapad flashes up from the table where he'd placed it so that Kevin could continue to read. Ehos takes up the bottle given and begins to apply it fairly liberally to where his hand was stuck to the tray.
'Nice to meet you Kevin. I take it you're probably a natural in Professor Yrrum's class?' The datapad adds, Ehos still apparently focused on the slowly detaching-from-tray hand.
"I guess, I don't really see what the big deal is, find what makes you happy and own it, metaphorically in this instance, and don't be ashamed of it, that's how I do things, but then I won't force you into a situation you don't want,"
once they arrive at the cafeteria he gets on the radio
he gets on the radio "hey I'm at the cafeteria, which bathroom you at"
"It's a nice philosophy, but it applies the other way too. I mean, it's one thing not to be ashamed, but it's another to wave it in front of everyone, y'know? Raelle doesn't deserve that kind of a reputation, that's all. Glad to know I can count on you though." Ardiente says, still serious apparently as they walk along towards the cafeteria.
Upon entering the cafeteria, Ardiente looks around, searching for Raelle. Noticing that she look irritated. "Hey, I'm gonna go talk to her, kay? Maybe ask her how she fixed it yesterday. Catch up with you soon."
Deciding to try to be a bit fancy in an effort to impress/cheer up his girlfriend, Ardiente braces himself slightly, checks around himself to enture no one was going to be hurt, and double checks his landing zone.
Then a portion of the stone floor suddenly catapults him up. Flames flow around him from the ground, though with an intense look of concentration, Ardiente ensures the heat he's generating doesn't radiate outward too much. All this, during a few midair flips and twists.
Landing in front of Raelle with the 'thunk' of feet and bended knees along with a small gout of flame, Ardiente flourishes slightly. "Good morning!" he says happily.
The dragon girl at the table looked up, "Lemme guess, you got pranked by an imp didn't you," she asked.
"But they're evil! And I've spent my whole life trying to prove that I'm not evil! How could embracing something that's evil possibly be a good thing?"
"And the Quasit at the school, is he Evil?" Repp counters calmly, now meeting Ginni's eyes, his tone and demeanor completely serious.
"Ginni... you and I both lived on the streets. We've seen Evil. It doesn't have to be a fiend, or fiend-blood. People do it every day. Regular humanoids." his gaze is intense, but hard to break away from.
"What I'm trying to say - your abilities are only as Evil as you make them. You get to decide whether or not their use will be a force for good or for bad."
"You can jump, right? Flying is just a really long jump that can get crazy."
"And if you let me know this time, I can catch you, instead of careening out of control across the roof." Rena teases gently brushing the tip of her wing against her arm.
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.
Lily was without her usual serving staff, and so had needed to go and fetch her own luggage out of the tent so that Sven could help her bring it to the skimmer. She was at least industrious enough in her own right that she took one of her own bags (though, admittedly, it was the lightest of the bunch).
She kept her beak out of the other's discussion, keeping Sven between herself and the other commoners on the shuttle, and maintaining her quiet and decorum while the others chattered away aimlessly about meaningless things.
Lily's eyes had narrowed when the three deserters had boarded the bus, but she had held her tongue. If the other Houses couldn't control their retainers, that was their problem, not hers.
Sometime after sunrise that morning, while Sadie Jhiwoon is busy doing her daily cleaning of the Light Blades classroom, there comes a soft rapping at the door.
Ace is clearly pissed at Royston "How in the Nine Hells could possibly think terminating our duel just because you didn't like how it was going was at all a good idea? Forcing us to do what you want is a total abuse of power. The whole point of this fight was based on freedom of choice, and you just robbed us of ours." He looks like he's about to hit the professor, then obviously thinks better of it, and stalks off.
Tyrrin departs from Ghalen's room, having dressed and said her goodbyes. Her hand trails along the wall as she walks, conjuring forth the arrows to guide her to Professor Reading.
Her black (extremely deep blue?) hair was given a short brushing before it was put up, and so is decently presentable. She looks just a little tired, but not overly so. Maybe still fighting the morning drowses.
Ace is clearly pissed at Royston "How in the Nine Hells could possibly think terminating our duel just because you didn't like how it was going was at all a good idea? Forcing us to do what you want is a total abuse of power. The whole point of this fight was based on freedom of choice, and you just robbed us of ours." He looks like he's about to hit the professor, then obviously thinks better of it, and stalks off.
Royston stops a moment wile the child vents, then after he stalks of in anger, Royston go's to his class, as unmoved by emotion, as uncompasinet, as unsimpathetc, as uncaring and unfeeling as ever.
"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."
Tybalt looks him over, his eyes never fixing on one place in particular.
"I dunno. You kinda make the geeky wizard thing look good."He puts his chin in his paw, thinking about the planet he might have seen it from. He shakes his head.
"I really don't know where it came from. And you have no idea how many planets are just human. You guys are everywhere. Dominant species of at least two thirds. Maybe someone else picked it up from your planet and I saw it where ever it went from there. Maybe it was your planet and there was a cover up or something. Who knows."
He starts packing up his stuff.
"OK. I'm gonna need some explanation on that. Who are we talking about? Why are they being tracked? That kinda came out of left field here..."
"Hey there."
She says as as they approach.
When they get near, she pulls her feat off of the seat across, letting them take it.
"That's about it. I heard they take people even if they're wonked up like most of us. But that's the extant of my knowledge."
She sits slouched in the chair, knees apart sitting like a man, obviously not trained in the usual ways of being lady like.
Royston stops a moment wile the child vents, then after he stalks of in anger, Royston go's to his class, as unmoved by emotion, as uncompasinet, as unsimpathetc, as uncaring and unfeeling as ever.
"Ya, most of the time. I can make oozes from chemicals and stuff, but a lot of his stuff comes from no where, so I still have to be on my toes-claws? most of the time."
He takes the bottle back when Ehos is done, tossing it back into his mouth.
"You might wanna wash your hands. That stuff will burn if you leave it on too long. Won't take your hand off, but it'll hurt a fair bit to use your pad."
Royston stops a moment wile the child vents, then after he stalks of in anger, Royston go's to his class, as unmoved by emotion, as uncompasinet, as unsimpathetc, as uncaring and unfeeling as ever.
Dave looks on to ace turns away and shrugs "whelp, I guess that's that, so you teach PE? Advanced, regular or both?"
Royston stops a moment wile the child vents, then after he stalks of in anger, Royston go's to his class, as unmoved by emotion, as uncompasinet, as unsimpathetc, as uncaring and unfeeling as ever.
Serrin turns to the tall youth apparently arguing with Lucas. "You need to be quiet now" She says tersely and casts a minor spell to do exactly that
Tall Thing Guy
Looking back at the freak show that is Serrin, disgust evident in his features, the tall thinner Firebird, noble, clearly, glares with contempt and watches her actions.
The spell lands, then falls away due to the skimmer's movement. He says little, but his eyes convey plenty of his disdain and discomfort. The breech of cultural trappings so casually done, clearly adds to that.
Ulna Terrianos
Seeing Archena take 'charge' as she does, Ulna spoke her peace, but curiosity, and the excitement of the moment sweeps her out of whatever space her head was in.
She nods at the three that join, bidding them greeting in an appropriate manner, as equals, clearly not a noble such as the tall fellow in the back, nor as proper or rude.
Sven Brightedge
Having ensured luggage and Lady were properly situated, Sven's stoic ride along, in a seat near, yet not directly next too, was mostly silent (especially so with the short lived spell). His eyes dart around at motions by others, and it is obvious that he's listening without speaking.
If Lily moves so much as a hand, however, he seems attentive and ready to listen if addressing her, yet, does appear to maintain his sense of worth in doing so. It's an odd combination of honorable servitude, without the groveling that happens too common. Pride runs through him, most certainly.
Ash Haired Guy
Sits, seems to look straight ahead, does little else. Could be day dreaming, but is fairly unmoved by the going on around him.
Tyrrin departs from Ghalen's room, having dressed and said her goodbyes. Her hand trails along the wall as she walks, conjuring forth the arrows to guide her to Professor Reading.
Her black (extremely deep blue?) hair was given a short brushing before it was put up, and so is decently presentable. She looks just a little tired, but not overly so. Maybe still fighting the morning drowses.
Humming a ditty while walking along, on route to Vare's location, Maya smiles as Tyrrin comes walking along. In fact, she smiles a bit more brightly, and waves a greeting.
"Good morning, student. How are you this fine day?" Her expression appears to be one of bemusement mixed in with happiness.
Maya is dressed in a lovely skirt, frilly blouse of sort, nothing sexualized about her choice, and has her hair up in a dual French Bun, on both sides. All in all, it looks quite school teacher, but the adorable Hello Kitty hairpins, in pink, merely throw some of that off.
She does, however, have some datapad in her hand, which she presses against her chest and folds arms over as part of the greeting to Tyrrin.
Tybalt looks him over, his eyes never fixing on one place in particular.
"I dunno. You kinda make the geeky wizard thing look good."
He puts his chin in his paw, thinking about the planet he might have seen it from. He shakes his head.
"I really don't know where it came from. And you have no idea how many planets are just human. You guys are everywhere. Dominant species of at least two thirds. Maybe someone else picked it up from your planet and I saw it where ever it went from there. Maybe it was your planet and there was a cover up or something. Who knows."
He starts packing up his stuff.
"OK. I'm gonna need some explanation on that. Who are we talking about? Why are they being tracked? That kinda came out of left field here..."
Tryko'Sam looks Tybalt steely in the eyes, right after the comment of 'your planet and there was a cover up', the full intensity of his staggering Charisma behind the gaze.
Coldly stated, "I see. Interesting." The voice lacks any warmth, or personality, just the deadpan of thought.
Catching himself being paranoid, he suddenly grins and seems warm and friendly again, saying, "Er.. right, look," with another glance off, then dropping his voice lower, "Ah s+!$, f~$#ing idiots... found her. Listen, Tyb, gotta jet-- for reals. Don't want to get you mixed up in this. Probably went South a bit ago anyway."
With that, he puts a hand on his wizard's hat, flashes his trademark smirk, and starts to fall down, at the rate of gravity-- through what appears to be a portal beneath him.
Tybalt, looking through the extremely small portal (just wide enough for Tryko'Sam to 'fall through') can see stone worked halls, and flicking torch light, but little else. No smells or sounds pass through.
As he falls, Tryko'Sam says, "If I don't come back in a day or two..." before dropping completely through the hole without much flourish.
Within in mere moments of the opening and falling, the hole appears to be sealing up, so if Tybalt did want to act-- he must choose instantly to follow or not.
Alreenneesha, remember she has class.
"I must be now in another place"
and with a flash of light, she leaves the Devil and disappears.
"I defy classification! But if I had to pick one anyway...I am a Devil, with a capital D. I think technically only part devil...but I dunno what the other part is. I get along with both demons and devils, though. But I digress. So a shrine sun? That's like a normal sun with more 'happy' or something?""A Devil"
The lights shift faster, her eyes go wide, her aura of goodness shining out seems to pull away.
"an evil do'er, are you really one such?"
He laughs!
"No, much to my people's chagrin. I ain't evil, and I don't do evil.
Not like I could get away with it here, anyway."
Alreenneesha, remember she has class.
"I must be now in another place"
and with a flash of light, she leaves the Devil and disappears.
He just snorts at her disappearance, gives a mock wave goodbye.
Tybalt shrinks back some when he takes on the scary guise.
"What did I say?"
But then is completely caught off guard when he starts falling.
"... just yell if you need me! Any where! I'll know!"
Is all he manages to get down the hole before it closes up.
"What the heck just happened?"
He sits confused for a moment before dropping his table off and finishing what's left of his breakfast.
Carl says
::Arthur look I'm going to head to the sick rooms, lad just been in here says someone playing a tricks, Changing sex and all. Said someone headed there to get fixed. Ill be there if ya need need me::
Carl rushes out the WC, teleporting past any one in the way, and head to the sick rooms not caring who sees him. He stops for no one head down.
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Humming a ditty while walking along, on route to Vare's location, Maya smiles as Tyrrin comes walking along. In fact, she smiles a bit more brightly, and waves a greeting.
"Good morning, student. How are you this fine day?" Her expression appears to be one of bemusement mixed in with happiness.
Maya is dressed in a lovely skirt, frilly blouse of sort, nothing sexualized about her choice, and has her hair up in a dual French Bun, on both sides. All in all, it looks quite school teacher, but the adorable Hello Kitty hairpins, in pink, merely throw some of that off.
She does, however, have some datapad in her hand, which she presses against her chest and folds arms over as part of the greeting to Tyrrin.
Tyrrin's expression is thoughtful at the greeting, of which she returns the wave only half-heartedly, merely raising a hand as if to acknowledge it. Her tone is business-like, as is her demeanor in general. "Good morning. Are you a guest here at Avalon, or a new arrival? I don't believe we've met."
Meanwhile, Tyrrin herself is dressed mostly in prim, professional looking black clothing. She might've passed for a teacher herself, but something about her face says 'teenager'. Her pointed ears are quite plain due to her hair being pulled back into a practical bun. She's not wearing any jewelry.
Tyrrin's expression is thoughtful at the greeting, of which she returns the wave only half-heartedly, merely raising a hand as if to acknowledge it. Her tone is business-like, as is her demeanor in general. "Good morning. Are you a guest here at Avalon, or a new arrival? I don't believe we've met."
Meanwhile, Tyrrin herself is dressed mostly in prim, professional looking black clothing. She might've passed for a teacher herself, but something about her face says 'teenager'. Her pointed ears are quite plain due to her hair being pulled back into a practical bun. She's not wearing any jewelry.
Maya smiles again, her eyes flicker to the pointy ends of Tyrrin's ears, then back to her features in a proper social act of looking directly at the person speaking with.
"Professor Maya Rhys, recently arrived. I merely wished to compliment you on your lovely hair styling. Is that something you accomplished on your own, or is there a hair dresser in the school?"
Maya seems casual, mostly, having that slight English aristocrat accent.
"I hope you don't mind-- I only meant to bid you hello and the question on hair dresser. If I am interrupting you on your course, by all means, don't let me. I'm certain we may meet again. The school cannot possibl-- well, hopefully, I should say, not be that big."
She stands there with arms crossed in front of her, datapad held against chest, smiling faintly.
Mel smiles at the offer, she really wasn't very hungry, but being with people is what she enjoyed, especially people she considered friends.
Hey Vai, Florence here can run, like super fast, and I mean /SUPER/ fast. And, well since you guys either fly or zap places, and all I do is walk, I guess I will need Florence to carry me, or something like that.
Mel looks to Florence as she says this, kind of asking if that is alright.
"Sure."
Florence will come and scoop melody up again, before taking off for the building.
"Alright. Come on Fei!" Vai giggles loudly and takes wing, flying hard after Florence and her cargo, trying to keep up with the quick girl.
Fei watches the others take off toward the Cafeteria patio with a smile, bringing his pace up to a full walk but not breaking into a run.
Despite what he was being 'told' as he made his way down to the doors, the consequences of his last race with Vai just a few short days ago were still too fresh in his mind to even consider taking the risk...
"Oh....well...maybe I can make a music crystal for you...a mix of some different types of music and you can tell me which ones you like," she offered."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'd be really cool. Thank you!
I'm glad you sat with me today. You're my first official friend here!"
Janie grinned. "Me too. And I will do my best to live up to the honor of being the first official friend," she said with a mock formal bow, and then giggled.
"It's a nice philosophy, but it applies the other way too. I mean, it's one thing not to be ashamed, but it's another to wave it in front of everyone, y'know? Raelle doesn't deserve that kind of a reputation, that's all. Glad to know I can count on you though." Ardiente says, still serious apparently as they walk along towards the cafeteria.Upon entering the cafeteria, Ardiente looks around, searching for Raelle. Noticing that she look irritated. "Hey, I'm gonna go talk to her, kay? Maybe ask her how she fixed it yesterday. Catch up with you soon."
Deciding to try to be a bit fancy in an effort to impress/cheer up his girlfriend, Ardiente braces himself slightly, checks around himself to enture no one was going to be hurt, and double checks his landing zone.
Then a portion of the stone floor suddenly catapults him up. Flames flow around him from the ground, though with an intense look of concentration, Ardiente ensures the heat he's generating doesn't radiate outward too much. All this, during a few midair flips and twists.
Landing in front of Raelle with the 'thunk' of feet and bended knees along with a small gout of flame, Ardiente flourishes slightly. "Good morning!" he says happily.
Raelle hugged him tightly, clearly upset. And starting to cry.
Janie grinned. "Me too. And I will do my best to live up to the honor of being the first official friend," she said with a mock formal bow, and then giggled."Oh....well...maybe I can make a music crystal for you...a mix of some different types of music and you can tell me which ones you like," she offered."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'd be really cool. Thank you!
I'm glad you sat with me today. You're my first official friend here!"
He laughs when she giggles along with her.
"The duties aren't too involved. Just warn me about the dumb monsters now and then."
"But they're evil! And I've spent my whole life trying to prove that I'm not evil! How could embracing something that's evil possibly be a good thing?""And the Quasit at the school, is he Evil?" Repp counters calmly, now meeting Ginni's eyes, his tone and demeanor completely serious.
"Ginni... you and I both lived on the streets. We've seen Evil. It doesn't have to be a fiend, or fiend-blood. People do it every day. Regular humanoids." his gaze is intense, but hard to break away from.
"What I'm trying to say - your abilities are only as Evil as you make them. You get to decide whether or not their use will be a force for good or for bad."
"Of course Phaezeriel isn't evil! He works in the infirmary. He helps people."
"I'm just afraid that my powers don't have any uses that are for good. They were intended to be used to lure people into doing bad things, after all. And even when I use them for good reasons, like stopping Kai from trying to kill someone over something stupid...well....the fact that it becomes easier to influence someone every time I do it...living with that kind of temptation is hard. And...people stop trusting you after a while. Even if you don't misuse it, they know you can."