Looking at the sign language going on, then back to Illithia after it's explained, Anahita smiles up at Marsi and says, "I teleported, into a demi-plane. The differences here and here, are radically different, including time. When I first learned of it, I was stuck in it initially for a week without food, which was a survival attempt until I learned how to leave. Thankfully, er... I feel I am speaking too much. Teleporting. Dimensional, of sorts, yet not." She motions at about her head, as if demonstrating 'noise' going on up around here. "Thoughts, urging to come forth."
Looking back at Illithia, Anahita says, "Well, the option to change into a male exists, even a Halfling if you'd prefer... or anything else natural for that matter. I am not ignorant of the how, typically between humanoids with appropriate natural organs, it is as mammals engage in sex-- which I have seen frequently, or helped to cause in groups under my watch. Hmmm... oddly enough, this conversation feels forced now, is this what you would call non-fun? just the talking without fantasizing? I ...I certainly hope I am not getting bored of it, especially not this quickly. I just ... perhaps I do not have the same sexual drive, by choice, as you have? Hmmm." She seems to dwell on it.
"How long have you been drawn to orgasms? Perhaps you are addicted, though this may be a good addiction, compared to say, a drug or killing things for pleasure?" She sounds curious, definitely not insulting though it might go that way.
Anahita's voice isn't loud, but there is something definitely impressive about her over all. She stands out, not just due to her charisma which is rather impressive, but just her sheer being.
The demiplane explanation seems to suffice for the pair of girls - conjuration students after all - and they nod along. Illithia's playful grin remains while Anahita fumbles, trying to explain her outrushing thoughts. "Hey, don't hold back on my account. If you've got thoughts that you need out of your brain, by all means. Looks like your squeeze is distracted right now anyway." She waves one of her small hands in Vare's direction, where the Wizard is still chatting away with the strange elven boy.
Now that she's not quite 'on the spot' as much, Illithia's embarrassment fades away, and the tattoos slowly return to their black tone. The grin remains though, and widens at Anahita suggestion of becoming male. "Yeah, I'm more a girl of action, you might say. Talking's nice up to a point, but sometimes you just gotta get dirty to really understand. Which I'd be totally down to help with, if you can 'shift into a guy. I take it things aren't too serious with him" again, a small motion towards Vare. "if you're tossing out ideas like this."
The grin disappears for a moment when Anahita mentions addiction, though returns after a moment. "Hey, it's not like I'm offing myself in the bathroom between classes. They're awesome, but addicted might be taking it a bit far, y'know?"
He nods, filing that little tidbit of info away for later and looking towards the signing group as well, leaning closer whispering "what do you think the odds are this'll be fun?"" might be fun, all depends, so here we go"
She walks up to the clark elf and signs up.
Shoshin moves up to the elf behind the desk after Halo, signing up before stepping out of the waiting group and off to the side.
"Well, people, not really I don't think... I mostly just stayed in the alchemy labs. I didn't really talk to all that many people before... I mean, I guess playing with some slimes helps me to take my mind off of stuff usually, but that's mostly it. I'm afraid I really don't get out of the lab much..."
"I don't want to keep her from class..."
He says, but there's still a fairly obvious undertone that he'd like her there.
"The infirmary staff are authorized to write excuse slips for students. She won't get in trouble. Look, just wait here...I'll see if she's still outside."
Keme stepped outside the infirmary and saw Mel and Arthur standing in the hall just outside.
Balamor just shrugs, "I'll be late anyway, so why not enjoy the walk?"
"I can get you to your class right now, if you want."
Sil smiles at Asha's questions, "A shaman is somebody able to sense, talk with and even summon the spirits that live in all things. Even things we don't think are alive, like trees, rivers and even stones. Lycan's are the race Jai and I belong to. We're a type of shapeshifter, though we can only change into a specific animal form. As to why so much violence, well, that's a really long story, but to make it short and sweet, our people believe might makes right. Its a viewpoint I plan on trying to fix, and I think my sister wants to as well. Meditation is an exercise that involves sitting quietly, eyes closed, and focusing on your breath. It helps you to shut out all other distractions and helps center and calm you." He's carefully choosing his words, making sure not use any that are too big for the young firebird. Its also obvious to any, but especially Jai, that he seems comfortable in a sort of teaching/mentor role.
She wrinkled her nose in distaste as he described meditation. "That sounds a lot too much like life inside the tower. I mean, aside from climbing on the rafters and practicing tumbling, which I could only do when no one was around, and of course the daily 'lessons' which were mostly about Embre hitting me, there wasn't anything else to do. I even read 'Etiquette for Young Ladies' three times I was so bored. It was the only book I was allowed. And it was awful. There was a whole chapter on how best to punish servants," she said with a shudder and an expression of disgust. "Anyways, I've spent too much time sitting around doing nothing already. I don't want to go back to it. Especially not on purpose!"
Sil lets out a low growl when Asha mentions her getting hit "You were hit, daily?! As some sort of lesson?! There is much this Embre has to answer for it would seem. I don't suppose he attends the school, huh?"
Vai smiles back, feeling a small swell of pride at Fei's words, vindicating her choices the previous day. "It was hard. Really hard. But I knew I couldn't just leave them. At least here we stand a chance of protecting them, if the other me decides to attack them too."
"We took the other villagers to a temple of Pelor back on Belsayv." Vai adds, just clarifying for Fei's benefit as they begin to head out of the cafeteria.
"I do not think she will try to attack the school again directly. That fact alone should grant them a degree of safety," Fei says with a nod as they leave the Cafeteria.
"How long will they be staying here?"
"I do not think she will try to attack the school again directly. That fact alone should grant them a degree of safety," Fei says with a nod as they leave the Cafeteria.
"How long will they be staying here?"
Vai shakes her head and frowns at the question, following Fei as he avoids the denser crowds of students in the hallways. "I dunno. At least until we're sure they're not in danger anymore. Nobody's even gotten together to talk about --" Vai voices halts abruptly, and she stops walking as well, standing in the hallway. She has a determined, but pained look on her face and her stance indicates that she's bracing herself again some kind of internal pain...
Shoshin moves up to the elf behind the desk after Halo, signing up before stepping out of the waiting group and off to the side." might be fun, all depends, so here we go"
She walks up to the clark elf and signs up.
The elven scribe is actually standing next to another older gentleman, making small-talk as they watch the various students go about signing up. When approached by the non-Firebird pair also wanting to register, he smiles.
"Of course, one moment." he says, and with a wave of his hand, a drawer on the nearby desk opens and out floats another pair of paper bundles, and they go to each of the prospective students, along with a pen.
"Here are the class lists. You will need to fill out a schedule, and this form here as well. List the full names and a short description of any emergency contacts you might have, though if you don't have any we certainly understand."
In Vare's perspective, all three of them move in unison. They look to their left as non dream Lim-Môr looks to his left, he and they flick their wings slightly in confusion.
"We're kinda stuck together. On one schedule. Um. What are you looking at, proffesor?"
He looks to his left, eyes straying to the talking students as he does so.
Vare blinks, and looks back at Lim'Mor and then to the other side, where Gian is in the dream, before looking back to Nero, though his eyes never do seem to make eye contact, as is typical. "I was looking at Nero. Is something the matter? If you are bound together, then I understand. If that's all, take your seats, the lesson will begin shortly."
Shoshin moves up to the elf behind the desk after Halo, signing up before stepping out of the waiting group and off to the side." might be fun, all depends, so here we go"
She walks up to the clark elf and signs up.
The elven scribe is actually standing next to another older gentleman, making small-talk as they watch the various students go about signing up. When approached by the non-Firebird pair also wanting to register, he smiles.
"Of course, one moment." he says, and with a wave of his hand, a drawer on the nearby desk opens and out floats another pair of paper bundles, and they go to each of the prospective students, along with a pen.
"Here are the class lists. You will need to fill out a schedule, and this form here as well. List the full names and a short description of any emergency contacts you might have, though if you don't have any we certainly understand."
Shoshin takes the forms and pen from him, glancing at the schedule before moving to the easier of the two, writing his full name as Shoshin "Sho" Kitsune. Under emergency contacts, he writes 'None' before moving back to his schedule.
The demiplane explanation seems to suffice for the pair of girls - conjuration students after all - and they nod along. Illithia's playful grin remains while Anahita fumbles, trying to explain her outrushing thoughts. "Hey, don't hold back on my account. If you've got thoughts that you need out of your brain, by all means. Looks like your squeeze is distracted right now anyway." She waves one of her small hands in Vare's direction, where the Wizard is still chatting away with the strange elven boy.
Now that she's not quite 'on the spot' as much, Illithia's embarrassment fades away, and the tattoos slowly return to their black tone. The grin remains though, and widens at Anahita suggestion of becoming male. "Yeah, I'm more a girl of action, you might say. Talking's nice up to a point, but sometimes you just gotta get dirty to really understand. Which I'd be totally down to help with, if you can 'shift into a guy. I take it things aren't too serious with him" again, a small motion towards Vare. "if you're tossing out ideas like this."
The grin disappears for a moment when Anahita mentions addiction, though returns after a moment. "Hey, it's not like I'm offing myself in the bathroom between classes. They're awesome, but addicted might be taking it a bit far, y'know?"
Sitting back at this point, Anahita's expression goes a touch bland and she says, "Perhaps. A hypothetical conversation. Much like an illusion of conversation to be entertained in the mind while discussing the details. At no time would I openly state you are addicted, without further research, given our level of interaction thus far. Be assured of that."
She seems to glance about at the additional new bodies in the class, pausing to consider the combination of three-in-one.
Quietly, she asks the pair, "How curious. Elf, yet, mutated. Do either of you two know that being? Healthy." She glances briefly between the two with her, to study their faces and sense their motivations for a few, then back towards Vare and elf.
Anahita is dressed as usual, and apparently her only article of clothing, in a white, cotton outfit that seems appropriate to desert dwellers. There are some embroidered patterns of flame, masterfully worked into the entire outfit, giving her a refined appearance. Her raven, long, black hair, cascades off her head, cloud like in it's bountiful body of thickness and waves. Her black eyes peer out with an intensity and intelligence that could be off putting, or merely add to her impressive, and seemingly mighty, stature. Not just some commoner off the streets, one gets the impression she is an example of the pinnacle of humanity.
Then, quietly, "So much to behold, even after... to learn."
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Sil lets out a low growl when Asha mentions her getting hit "You were hit, daily?! As some sort of lesson?! There is much this Embre has to answer for it would seem. I don't suppose he attends the school, huh?"
"If he does I'm never going to let him near my sister again... Should be fun, watching his face as he realizes the dead are coming back to get him..."
Vai shakes her head and frowns at the question, following Fei as he avoids the denser crowds of students in the hallways. "I dunno. At least until we're sure they're not in danger anymore. Nobody's even gotten together to talk about --" Vai voices halts abruptly, and she stops walking as well, standing in the hallway. She has a determined, but pained look on her face and her stance indicates that she's bracing herself again some kind of internal pain...
Fei looks back at Vai's unexpected pause in speech. Upon seeing her posture, he turns fully around and comes up to her, looking for any indication of Light's presence....or something else.
".....Vai?"
Balamor shrugs, "I generally don't worry about things like that."
Advaran mounted his bike and rode down thd halls, keeping an eye on the arrows.
Balamor shrugs, "I generally don't worry about things like that."
"Either way, i should probobly get to class soon."
Arthur reads the note, sucking in a deep breath at the end of it between his teeth "well first off how honest and detailed do you want this, because this, this is a piece of work... "well, there are a number of things going on in the letter, for one, he seems regretful, maybe even repentant of his.... Violent tendencies, and he sites you as the motivation for such, and that's a good thing," he pauses again, trying to properly word his next statement "but the medium through which he delivers such seems rather extremely detached, or possibly done out of fear for your reaction, seems kinda off with something like this, if you care about the person you should say it to their face, anyway and the other content seems rather indecisive, or possibly manic, past that, first bit, he feels himself unworthy to be with you, but it seems like he thinks he has a shot once he finishes with his reparations, and screws his head on right, saying at the same time, move on with your life , I'm dumping you and I'll be back for you, mixed signals to be sure, man could benefit from a shrink," he clears his throat, " sorry that was rude... Anyway,...
mel contemplates what Arthur is saying, So he is dumping me but thinks he can just walk right back in like he's all better and I will take him back, anytime he wants?
Mel starts to pace a little. She begins to ramble... Ok now this is getting me angry at him, not sorry for him, well actually a little sorry, and I am glad I helped him, who knows how many lives I could have saved by reforming him, but then again...Do I want that kind of crap in my life? He knows what kind of person I am, Jealousy can be a hard thing to overcome, I mean I may flirt and stuff but i try to keep my hearts true to the one I'm committed to. now he says move on, but what if don't want to move on, well actually I do want to move on, but is there a boy out there that can put up with me?
Mel apparently isn't even waiting for a response as she walks in a circle around Arthur.
Tybs, likes Dave, and I would love them to be together, that would be great for both of them, and that carl fellow, he's to old, and hairy but a great guy to party with I'm sure, how about Tryko'Sam, Nahhh to much baggage, but he is pretty smart,
With every boy she goes through Arthur get the sneaky suspicion that she is intentionally leaving him out, she looks at him as she says each boy wondering the response.
Suddenly Keme looks out, oh look, maybe? Nahhh, anyway how is tybs doing? is he Ok? she asks of keme.
Mel is obviously trying to bait Arthur, but if he says nothing, before moving on let me know, Mel just may... well, lets just leave it at a wink and a nod
The Scribe - one Mr. Quillblood - is a middle-aged elven man with long, raven coloured hair and a fair complexion. While he doesn't have that "ruggedly handsome older man" look, he is definitely prettier than some of the girls with the group of Firebirds. The signs of his age are small, but distinct and noticable - wrinks around the eyes and mouth. No grey hairs to speak of yet.
"Of course, Miss. If you wish further lessons, please come and find me. I am always willing to share my Art." he replies primly, smiling tightly at the young woman before returning to Sorchan's side.
"Apologies for my rudeness, Professor. Shall I send a missive to Miss Jones? She should be well-versed in such magics, should she not?"
"Yes, I think so. I have no idea how to remove those things and it is her area of expertise. Though I don't know when she'll be able to get to it. I know she has a class to teach right now."
"Um... OK... I'll go sit then..."
He slightly confusedly goes to sit, taking an open seat on the other side of Anahita from the two girls.
"Hi." He says simply with a very white smile with the glint of slightly longer than normal canines.
The elf may be "mutated" but not grotesquely so. It seems to be more of taking a normal gorgeous elven person and then add on some extra things in an almost as elegant way. Massive wings of black and white are added onto his back. His thick, half black and white hair hangs down past his pointed ears, but not to his shoulders.
He drums his fingers on the desk, black pointed nails of one hand and the very end of retracted claws on the other making clicks instead of blunt drums.
"Jeran can, if you don't mind." he says to Jeran. "I gotta go gear up a bit."
"Yeah, no problem. I'll meet you guys at the SIM rooms in a few."
He hurries off to update Professor Sunwake before heading off in search of cultists.
".....Vai?"
Vai's posture and grimace are definitely reminiscent of the previous day when Lumos attempted to impose her will on her Champion . Vai's eyes meet Fei's and through gritted teeth she attempts to continue where she left off in a show of defiance. "About... What... To... Do..." Fei can see muscles all over Vai's body spasming as pain wracks her, but she holds fast, fighting as she said she would against Lumos. "The... Other... Vai. AAAAAGGGH" she cries out suddenly as burns erupt all over her face and visible skin, and presumably the rest of her as well. Her resolve finally breaks and she collapses in a heap... And strangely, the Wards do not whisk her away to the infirmary. She seems to have passed out from the pain, and her whole body is covered in blistering burns.
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Arthur reads the note, sucking in a deep breath at the end of it between his teeth "well first off how honest and detailed do you want this, because this, this is a piece of work... "well, there are a number of things going on in the letter, for one, he seems regretful, maybe even repentant of his.... Violent tendencies, and he sites you as the motivation for such, and that's a good thing," he pauses again, trying to properly word his next statement "but the medium through which he delivers such seems rather extremely detached, or possibly done out of fear for your reaction, seems kinda off with something like this, if you care about the person you should say it to their face, anyway and the other content seems rather indecisive, or possibly manic, past that, first bit, he feels himself unworthy to be with you, but it seems like he thinks he has a shot once he finishes with his reparations, and screws his head on right, saying at the same time, move on with your life , I'm dumping you and I'll be back for you, mixed signals to be sure, man could benefit from a shrink," he clears his throat, " sorry that was rude... Anyway,...
mel contemplates what Arthur is saying, So he is dumping me but thinks he can just walk right back in like he's all better and I will take him back, anytime he wants?
Mel starts to pace a little. She begins to ramble... Ok now this is getting me angry at him, not sorry for him, well actually a little sorry, and I am glad I helped him, who knows how many lives I could have saved by reforming him, but then again...Do I want that kind of crap in my life? He knows what kind of person I am, Jealousy can be a hard thing to overcome, I mean I may flirt and stuff but i try to keep my hearts true to the one I'm committed to. now he says move on, but what if don't want to move on, well actually I do want to...
when she mentions Tybalt Arthur looks somewhat surprised, when she moves on to Carl he looks slightly disgusted but then rolls his eyes, havering figured out the joke "ha ha, very funny"
"Hey, these are actually kinda good."
She smiles, taking a few more off the bush herself.
"We should bring these for a snack."
Kim gather a few of the berries and puts them in a pouch in her dress. she sticks her tongue out at Trista. Ith my tong blue she asks as it hangs out. trying to keep from laughing.
Kim seems happy she can be like a kid again, if even for a little while.
He nods and allows Keme to leave uninterrupted.
Mel was one of about... 3, 4 people in the universe that could help right now.
Mel was one, he is very comfortable around her, she knows how to help and what works for him. Very familiar, like someone he knew for a long time, but he couldn't place Who she reminded him of.
Two was(are?) his mother or oldest sister. They had always understood and been supportive. If he wasn't so afraid of going back home, he may have fled to them already. But it had been almost a decade since he left home, so much could have changed and that would have been no good either.
Three of course was the one person that could make everything alright instantly. Just finding him and telling him everything would be OK. Being surrounded by the protective gold and diamond embrace that pushed the cold back.
He pulls the blanket tighter around him, it being a pitiful substitute to what he wanted.
Sil lets out a low growl when Asha mentions her getting hit "You were hit, daily?! As some sort of lesson?! There is much this Embre has to answer for it would seem. I don't suppose he attends the school, huh?""If he does I'm never going to let him near my sister again... Should be fun, watching his face as he realizes the dead are coming back to get him..."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure he's not even allowed on the grounds. And the Headmaster promised me that my family couldn't make me leave if I don't want to. Embre is my cousin, and he was supposed to teach me how to behave...they wanted me to be quiet, decorative, and obedient. He didn't really teach. It was just an excuse to use me to take out his frustrations. He's not a good person. He took Pyry and abandoned him on a mountaintop when he was little, presumably hoping he'd die there. The funny part being that he accidentally saved Pyry's life by doing that because living on the sun was making him really sick. He'll be so mad if he ever finds out."
Her tone and attitude are very matter of fact, as if there were nothing at all out of the ordinary about being abused by one's family members.
"Um... OK... I'll go sit then..."
He slightly confusedly goes to sit, taking an open seat on the other side of Anahita from the two girls.
"Hi." He says simply with a very white smile with the glint of slightly longer than normal canines.
The elf may be "mutated" but not grotesquely so. It seems to be more of taking a normal gorgeous elven person and then add on some extra things in an almost as elegant way. Massive wings of black and white are added onto his back. His thick, half black and white hair hangs down past his pointed ears, but not to his shoulders.
He drums his fingers on the desk, black pointed nails of one hand and the very end of retracted claws on the other making clicks instead of blunt drums.
Anahita greets Lim-Môr Azair'vialys with a silent nod, and after a moment, adds, "Greetings."
She doesn't seem to be aggressive, but it's clear she has a bad habit of 'staring' while merely looking intently.
Suddenly Keme looks out, oh look, maybe? Nahhh, anyway how is tybs doing? is he Ok? she asks of keme.
"Yeah, he's okay. But he was regretting not asking you to stay. So if you don't mind? You can get an excuse slip from the infirmary staff, so you won't get in trouble. And I see you've got the ice cream. So anyways, he's waiting for you," he said, turning to go and then turning back.
"Hey, if they happen to bring in a stabbing victim can you ask them to please get Phaezeriel right away? If this guy strikes again, and I think he will if the pattern continues as it has, there's bound to be some serious mental and emotional trauma involved. And get them to send me a message or something. I'm trying to investigate these attacks, and the more information I can get, the better my chances of catching the sick bastard. Thanks, I gotta go say hello to my cousin. She's only just arrived and I promised Gramps I'd look out for her," he said before sauntering off towards the office.
Vai's posture and grimace are definitely reminiscent of the previous day when Lumos attempted to impose her will on her Champion . Vai's eyes meet Fei's and through gritted teeth she attempts to continue where she left off in a show of defiance. "About... What... To... Do..." Fei can see muscles all over Vai's body spasming as pain wracks her, but she holds fast, fighting as she said she would against Lumos.
"Vai.....Vai stop. It is al...."
"The... Other... Vai. AAAAAGGGH" she cries out suddenly as burns erupt all over her face and visible skin, and presumably the rest of her as well. Her resolve finally breaks and she collapses in a heap... And strangely, the Wards do not whisk her away.
"VAI!!!"
Fei drops to a knee and gets his arms under her before her head hits the floor. As he does so, his gi flows into a more...streamlined form as if in response to his current state. A sharp tremor shakes the hallway in the fraction of a second it takes to reform around him, stopping almost as soon as it had begun.
Aananda:
~ SIM Room 3 ~
For anyone other than Casseus, Jeran or Vickory attempting to enter SIM Room 3 specifically, they find themselves in another blank, ready to use SIM room.
For the three, the following is what they see.
There are four large monitors hanging from the low ceiling, wiring strewn in between all the re-bar and air vent ducts that are visible behind and above.
The lighting is relatively dark, and there is a central dais, of some gridded glassy surface, which currently has a 3 dimensional map, floating above it.
Below the map, much like a desktop of a computer, the dais has various files, pictures and pages associated with people's faces, who appear to have a common theme of 'dressed in cultist outfits'. There are a few other files which have non-cultist outfitted people.
Tryko'Sam is standing at the dais and organizing the files, some of which are popping up suddenly, after a loading bar fills nearly instantly, apparently gathering intelligence and instantly converting it to the dais for reference.
"Hey, come on in. Gather if you want, around the ...uh, this desktop, and I'll explain the details of what I've gathered intel wise."
Needless to say, he's doing the updates on individuals in real time, apparently on site, or accessing it, and dumping said information straight to the desktop for collation and distribution for people's use.
"Touch screen activated, the computer is set to respond to your voices too-- please don't try to override the program, I'm connected to it mentally and managing part of it while keeping it updated with minor tweaks as we proceed."
Pointing at the 'cultists' which are labeled as such, and given appropriate unique identifiers, he says, "Possible targets, based on memory and current visual. The ones with ..."
He proceeds to brief whoever is there, on what he thinks is a cultist and who he thinks is a prisoner. His criteria at this time is primarily based their clothing, a paramount part of the identification process.
Clearly anyone not a prisoner is in clothing other than white, and where able, do not have a similar tattoo from the blonde girl earlier.
All in all, he's learned there's a small city full of people, easily starting to get to be more than a few hundred and growing as he speaks. His map is a bird's eye view, with the exception of some internal parts, which a corridor and a few chambers have been mapped within the 3D structure.
"... not counting guard critters, and what they can summon. I'm going to presume, unless learned otherwise, anyone in the proper outfits is capable of some sort of magic, and thus, more combat. No indication at this time of their awareness, or ability, to counter act my ability, yet. I can put us anywhere we want, as the map is updating." He summarizes.
This isn't going to be an 'attack the castle' as much as 'sack the city'.
Looking at Jeran, he asks after pointing out the huge number of potential targets and much smaller prisoner count, "How are we going to do this? They seemed limited in alarm set up, but I'm not accounting for potential magical communication. I'm thinking an operation at this level might take a while. We get those hall passes?"
Tryko'Sam seems quite serious, gone any trace of his usual joviality.
"So then. Split up the forces? Gather prisoners and relocate while our heavies hit them where it hurts?" He glances back up at whoever waiting on their thoughts.
~ Registration Room ~
Everyone else, Tall Thin Guy, Ulna and Sven, were taking their respective forms and filling things out, even thought the Tall Thin fellow looked a bit perturbed at having to fill paperwork out himself.
For no discernible reason, Ash Haired snaps his attention in a direction and eyes widen, nostrils flare a bit, as if suddenly either aroused or excited at the detection of something ...
He opens his mouth to speak, inhales through it, but says nothing, staring at a fixed point in the distance.
The air, within arm's length of the young, ash haired youth, seems to drop in temperature, or 'still'. Thankfully, having kept his distance from others, it might not be immediately noticeable, save for anyone who has temperate sensitivity or awareness.
Sven Brightedge
Apparently, Sven notices this 'abrupt' change in the Ash Haired youth and narrows his eyes in consideration, regardless of what Sven was doing previously. A quick glance off in the direction of the stare, then back to the youth, focusing on him as if trying to determine the issue.
Ulna Terrianos
Having taken some of the papers with a polite thanks and glance at the ears of the elder Elf, Ulna went to a section of the room to start filling out her form, though she'd taken her time in doing so.
As she normally does, glancing up and around, she pauses in her writing to peer over at Sven, then to the Ash Haired youth, and seems to wait, as if out of potential fear, or a calmness she'd not displayed previously.
Moments after sending Jeran on his way with 'hall passes' for the group leaving to go hunt cultists, the alarms started pinging as Fei delivered a rapid burst of energy to the system. She pulled up the security feed and then set off for the cafeteria at a run.
::Fei, what happened? Is Vai alright? I'm on my way. ::
"Heh. Ya. Ith mime?"
She sticks out her tongue and smiles.
"Am I really that interesting or is there something on my face?"
He pulls his switch blade, expertly swinging it open and looking at his reflection in the blade in response to her intent staring.
Moments after sending Jeran on his way with 'hall passes' for the group leaving to go hunt cultists, the alarms started pinging as Fei delivered a rapid burst of energy to the system. She pulled up the security feed and then set off for the cafeteria at a run.
::Fei, what happened? Is Vai alright? I'm on my way. ::
::No, she is not, sabumnim,:: the young monk replies, trying as best he can to keep his center.
::Her 'patron' has hurt her badly, and is preventing the Wards from helping her::
Fei's hands are limned in silver-white fire as he tries to use his healing energies on Vai. Given what happened with Keme the other day, he is not certain it will work. But he tries anyway as he rises from the floor with her in his arms.
~ SIM Room 3 ~
For anyone other than Casseus, Jeran or Vickory attempting to enter SIM Room 3 specifically, they find themselves in another blank, ready to use SIM room.
For the three, the following is what they see.
** spoiler omitted **...
Jeran seems comfortable in this tech-heavy environment.
"Getting the prisoners to safety first makes the most sense, but I doubt it will be that easy. They're likely spread out throughout this city."
"Am I really that interesting or is there something on my face?"
He pulls his switch blade, expertly swinging it open and looking at his reflection in the blade in response to her intent staring.
There's a faint frown at the whipping out of a blade, but Anahita watches some more, intently.
"The truth of that question requires knowing you further, though I will state that nothing on your face draws my attention. It is your features that do. You have quite the ...uniformed mixture of traits, a balance. Is this naturally achieved, or did you receive magical influences to cause your physiology?"
Considering Lim-Môr further, she glances at the other two to see their reactions to his being, before looking back again in study. She's not ugly, and her study isn't that 'clinical', more of a blunt curiosity as thoughts tumble in her mind.
Jeran seems comfortable in this tech-heavy environment.
"Getting the prisoners to safety first makes the most sense, but I doubt it will be that easy. They're likely spread out throughout this city."
~ SIM Room 3 ~
"At least two locations with people pens I've found so far... looking for a few more. I've seen a few individual people in houses, matching the conditions of slaves."
Tryko'Sam seems to be mentally uploading more and more details on the map and files as time passes. Naturally, it's instant, but, time does have to pass to garner more specifics beyond what he's already gotten.
The map floating above the dais illuminates somewhat to help define the location of potential prisoners.
"Where do we take those we plan on rescuing? This could get big."
Moments after sending Jeran on his way with 'hall passes' for the group leaving to go hunt cultists, the alarms started pinging as Fei delivered a rapid burst of energy to the system. She pulled up the security feed and then set off for the cafeteria at a run.
::Fei, what happened? Is Vai alright? I'm on my way. ::
::No, she is not, sabumnim,:: the young monk replies, trying as best he can to keep his center.
::Her 'patron' has hurt her badly, and is preventing the Wards from helping her::
Fei's hands are limned in silver-white fire as he tries to use his healing energies on Vai. Given what happened with Keme the other day, he is not certain it will work. But he tries anyway as he rises from the floor with her in his arms.
::Keep her stable until I get there if you can. We'll get her to the infirmary.:: She couldn't keep the worry out of her mental voice. She knew about the incident with Keme, and she'd seen Ephebe trying to conceal pain lately. These 'Patrons' that had once seemed like a blessing were quickly becoming a curse.
Jeran seems comfortable in this tech-heavy environment.
"Getting the prisoners to safety first makes the most sense, but I doubt it will be that easy. They're likely spread out throughout this city."
~ SIM Room 3 ~
"At least two locations with people pens I've found so far... looking for a few more. I've seen a few individual people in houses, matching the conditions of slaves."
Tryko'Sam seems to be mentally uploading more and more details on the map and files as time passes. Naturally, it's instant, but, time does have to pass to garner more specifics beyond what he's already gotten.
The map floating above the dais illuminates somewhat to help define the location of potential prisoners.
"Where do we take those we plan on rescuing? This could get big."
Thinks for a moment. "Kuros? The city isn't in great shape, but the high number of casualties from the virus means that it has room to house a lot more people than are left."
He runs his tongue over his teeth quickly before returning the knife to the vest pocket.
"Erm, well, yes and no. The addition of the extra stuff was magically influenced, but they way it sorted into halves was natural as to how they interacted. My parents were, er, are scientists. They were trying to make a super soldier for the lycan and elf wars so, they used magic during my um... conception a spell each, both ensure conception 100%, but one makes the uh result half celestial and the other half infernal, so I'm the elf and a half result, I guess you could say. All the strength and powers of both, but a pair of... side effects... that make the process unusable. I'm Lim-Môr by the way."
He explains with hand gestures, speaking with his hands much like an Italian. His olive skin, gaunt, but muscled build and snazzy if confusing clothing add to this image.
"Dunno man. That place has the worst luck. We should check it out before dumping people there."
::Keep her stable until I get there if you can. We'll get her to the infirmary.:: She couldn't keep the worry out of her mental voice. She knew about the incident with Keme, and she'd seen Ephebe trying to conceal pain lately. These 'Patrons' that had once seemed like a blessing were quickly becoming a curse.
::I am trying:: he replies as he continues to pour healing energy into Vai while carefully walking in the direction Aananda is coming from.
Thinks for a moment. "Kuros? The city isn't in great shape, but the high number of casualties from the virus means that it has room to house a lot more people than are left."
~ SIM Room 3 ~
Tryko'Sam nods, and the 3D map starts to add a projection of a field outside Kuros, as it builds from his memories of it.
He considers Casseus a moment at his comment, but continues.
"Field outside, if I remember correctly. Planning on depositing folk there. If we wanted to plan for medical staff and anti-tattoo steps, in case folks are tagged as the blonde was. Not sure how those non-human, slashing things get called and appeared on me, suspecting that happened due to her tattoo. We can locate elsewhere if we want, open to suggestions."
Glancing to the 3D map of the cultist's city, he says plainly, "I'm predicting a full mapping within 30 minutes, unless there's hidden areas I don't spot. Main intention is to have major passages mapped, and prisoner locations I spot foremost. Certainly enough time to make arrangements. Within the hour, we can initiate, sound good? Any last thoughts that might change that intent? Getting any gear? Armor?"
He runs his tongue over his teeth quickly before returning the knife to the vest pocket.
"Erm, well, yes and no. The addition of the extra stuff was magically influenced, but they way it sorted into halves was natural as to how they interacted. My parents were, er, are scientists. They were trying to make a super soldier for the lycan and elf wars so, they used magic during my um... conception a spell each, both ensure conception 100%, but one makes the uh result half celestial and the other half infernal, so I'm the elf and a half result, I guess you could say. All the strength and powers of both, but a pair of... side effects... that make the process unusable. I'm Lim-Môr by the way."
He explains with hand gestures, speaking with his hands much like an Italian. His olive skin, gaunt, but muscled build and snazzy if confusing clothing add to this image.
Nodding at Lim-Môr, Anahita's scrutiny seems to diminish, as if his words explain what she is seeing and need not scrutinize it further with vision alone.
"Ah, understood. A unique being, fascinating. It will be interesting to see what your children become once you pass along your seed..." She gives a quick side glance to Illithia at that, then back at Lim-Môr.
Then, with a light bow or mostly a nod of her head, she returns his greeting in fashion, "Anahita," she says while indicating herself, "well met, Lim-Môr. It seems you are much like others, a wielder of weapons. I take it that there is a need for such in this place of learning?"
And ...onto another topic her thoughts take her. She gestures slightly as well, but, certainly not the grandiose flare that Lim-Môr might.
::I am trying:: he replies as he continues to pour healing energy into Vai while carefully walking in the direction Aananda is coming from.
Fei's experience as a healer tells him that these injuries are likely not meant to life-threatening. They would, however, be extremely painful, as evidenced by Vai's unconscious state. Further, as his healing energies flow into his meldanya, he notes that she /is/ in fact healing, though at a greatly reduced rate than would be expected for the effort and energy he is pouring into her. This is different than what Esperanza did to Keme, though the similarities are glaringly obvious.
"Here are the class lists. You will need to fill out a schedule, and this form here as well. List the full names and a short description of any emergency contacts you might have, though if you don't have any we certainly understand."
Halo takes the forms and pen from him, glancing at the schedule before moving to the easier of the two, writing her full name as Halo Jonnes. Under emergency contacts, she writes 'None' before moving back to his schedule. She looks it seeing that two subjects are mandatory, History and PE. She then looks over the list off other classes, She skips over blades and swords, seeing Basic Mathamagica, Basic powers and mind development.She ticks them both. Then Something about, Integrated technical study's or something she ticks that, Machinesmithing, Magic and tech working together, seems interesting she ticked that as well. Once done she handed the paper work back.
She then looks over to see what Shoshin had taken.
"Ah, understood. A unique being, fascinating. It will be interesting to see what your children become once you pass along your seed..." She gives a quick side glance to Illithia at that, then back at Lim-Môr.
"Hey, don't look at me when you say that. No babies up in here, thanks." Illithia adds playfully, poking Anahita's arm in rebuke, though the grin on her face only intensifies, and she looks over at Lim-Mor. As casually as she can manage - though she can't really hide her grin, anticipation overflowing in that moment - she continues to say: "We were just talking about orgasms. I'm Illithia, by the way." she waves gently to the strange elf, mischievousness plain on her face, eagerly watching the elven boy for his reaction.
Given that this is the second time Illithia has gone straight for lewdness when being introduced, Anahita might guess that she does it intentionally, for whatever reason. Maybe she likes seeing how people react.