"Well, that's not... where I'm from that's one of the worst kinds of shame. Elves aren't as fertile, so fooling around is normal and almost encouraged. So, no I haven't uh... assisted myself before... that's even worse than having no experience."
He raises his eyebrows up and down in quick succession at the wink, unphased by this kind of subject due to his uprbrining.
Glancing once more between Illy and Lim-Môr, Anahita continues her study of any visible magic Illy is using.
She contributes nothing new to their conversation.
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"Sir... Sir?"
He leans in towards Arthur who stands immobile after Melody kisses him.
"Sir, you will be later for class in approximately one minute, twenty seven seconds. Twenty six. Twenty five..."
Arthur blinks twice, looks to Hermes, then looks to melody then he blinks twice,opens his mouth only for no sound to come out for a few seconds. Finally he says "yeah.., let's get going"he activates his suit, and flies to class his mind rather occupied what was that? why did I lock up like that? I'm supposed invoke that kind of reaction in others, not be subject to them, what freaking was that
Strider's first class of the day is intro to stealth for beginners or the less skilled. Today they practice moving silently through underbrush. The sticks and leaves on the floor are magically enhanced to be twice as loud as normal.
Students that make it through the line of felled vegetation and back are allowed to return to desks and watch the other students. Best times with points off per decible appear on the board when no one is looking.
naturally the first two are a teleporter, and a elocater, both of whom simply bypassed the test, in the back some wizard/rouge has managed to set his clothes on fire and is running through the test field screaming until the flames reach his skin and the wards kick in
::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.
Aananda caught up with him at this point.
"Okay, I can take her if you like. Whatever gets her to the infirmary quickest," she said, looking worried.
Ehos actually looks a little uncomfortable standing there listening to the talk of abuse, and glances over at Jaiye, motioning with his head that he wants to leave. They were gonna really be late for class at this rate.
She nods. "Hey guys, we gotta get going. Gonna go surprise my instructors by actually showing up to class," she joked. "You guys should get going too. Technically class already started."
As Vickory enters the SIM room (and wondering why it's called that), she looks around obviously it's unfamiliar, though she seems perfectly comfortable with 3d image, though Tryko may remember the her cloak can make 3d images of memories as well, depending on how well he was paying attention during the events where they met.
"We should focus on the leadership. Take them out, then fortify the position and lure others into assaulting the position. That will quickly sort out the non-combatants. Then we display the dead leadership, and some of the enemy will break. Finish the rest and take care of the prisoners at leisure."
At mention of gear, "Would like some scout armor if it can be produced quickly. Though, we could really use a few soul traps to prevent rezzing of the leadership, a few mobile wards, particularly to prevent summons, would also be good. Instant fortification kits, wands of various wall spells, there is plenty that could be useful if we can get access to these things. A ranged weapon be nice as well. My bolt wand, and armor, was being recharged when we got banished, so I'm missing a lot of stuff."
Vickory seems to have done this a few times before.
Jeran grimaced. "That works? Like ever? Sorry, those would be suicide tactics against lycans and I'm still learning some of the social customs of other races...when you're fighting lycans if you take out the leaders all that does is show everyone else that all they have to do to become leader is take you out. It wouldn't frighten off anyone. Are we sure demon cultists aren't the same? Instead of being scared they might be pleased with the instant promotion. And no soul traps...that's just....wrong," he said, grimacing in distaste.
"You can get some basic armor and weapons, probably a few wands. They're free to borrow. Just put them back when we're done. Here," he said, handing her a piece of paper. "It's your hall pass. If teachers question you show them this and they'll know you have permission for this 'special project'. There's a storage room where they keep the extra stuff like that."
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Halo is still in lunchroom eating.
He stops, picking up his last sandwich and biting into it, "Yeah, compared to him we do look dull, but that's not the point" He finishes his sandwich and turns to her "Ok, bath-time for you, that is unless you plan on putting more images in my head" his tone is teasing, although he's thankful for his fur hiding his blush."Its not like your going to stand out here, I mean that guy over there is green with scales and wings. Me and you look dull to that, O and stop that"
she say to his look, she gives one back flashing her blue eyes.
"Now eat your food and then we can go find our rooms, I need to unpack and have a nice long bath"
Sorchan looked up from answering a question from Alev and frowned. He did a quick head count which confirmed his suspicions. They were two short.
"Mr. Quillblood, did the other two tell you where they went?"
When the answer is negative he sighed.
"Alright, I'll go find them. Hopefully this lot won't be too much trouble while I'm gone," he said wryly.
Speaking louder he said, "There's breakfast for you right over there if you want it," he pointed to a table of firebird appropriate food. "Please finish with your forms and hand them in to Mr. Quillblood. We'll get you your finished schedules in just a few minutes here and then you'll be able to get to class. I have to step out of the office for a minute, but I will be right back."
With that he went looking for the other two, finding them in the cafeteria.
He put a hand on each of their shoulders. "It's not that I mind you getting breakfast. But you should have told someone where you were going. Now I'd like you both to please come back to the office to finish your enrollment," he said sternly.
"My experience with cultists is, usually my presence stuns them for a bit, but then they attack with a religious fervor. If they are willing to traffic with demons and devils, they have no regard for life, human or otherwise. They may even attempt to quickly sacrifice those they do have to gain more power to fend us off, or to summon more powerful demons to aid them. This can also cause problems, because a demon summoned in haste is usually a demon freed from any obligation to it's summoner. Mistakes get made, and a lord of Hell is running around. That having been said..."
"What is best, is to isolate or identify the leaders and hit them first. They are probably the most competent summoners and casters of the bunch.
Unlike what you say about Lycans, when the seemingly invulnerable and all powerful big bosses get slagged, it gives the minions pause. They may be more ready to parlay after the heads are cut from the hydra. The filling the power vaccuum thing doesn't happen until after the threat passes. Then, mostly, they will just go back to what they were doing, eventually, having a brawl until the new bosses become evident. Now, some of them will rethink their lives and stop, but for the most part, this doesn't happen. Sometimes even the people you free from this take up the mantle.
Fanaticism is really, really whacked out."
"So, Id suggest the following steps..." he counts these out on his stone fingers. "...one: Find the leaders and grease them. two: deal with the remaining cultists, parlay to get the slaves out. three: go back and grease those that haven't left. four: watch the people we saved like a hawk to make sure they don't go back to what they know..."
"I know you guys might not like number 3...but I'm pretty sure you won't want to run this exercise over and over..."
He awaits reactions, by pulling out a cigar and lighting it, taking a deep draw.
Lewis quietly mumbles something rhythmic as he and Tarka ride Ephebe towards the temple.
Ephebe is being remarkably quiet. She keeps flying, and it's a smooth flight, but her mind seems to be elsewhere.
Shoshin jumps slightly when a hand rests on his shoulder, startled, his hand reaching behind him where his bow would normally be stopping himself when he hears the voice. Hearing the stern lecture his ears droop.
"Sorry, we got hungry after the whole schedule thing" he replies before turning to face whoever is speaking.
Mel heads into the Infirmary with the two tubs of Ice cream
she knocks at the door to Tybs room when he looks up he see Mel there all smiles holding the tubs up for him to see.
During the flight to the temple Sun had decided to ride with Grim. as they fly Sun takes a peek over the side and with a shock at how hight they are is suddenly VERY clingy to Grim.
you can fly too right?
"Not when you're grabbing on my back, that's where my wings come out" he pauses "well I could go all ghost-y but I fly really slow like that and I can't carry stuff like that"
Sun climbs off, Sorry, I just don't do well with heights Sun looks a little embarrassed.
"Can't you turn into a rock and not see it?"
"Um... I don't think so yet... at least not that I've noticed. I may still develope them, I guess."
He continues to gently circle his index claw around the inside of his teacup, unaware that he's doing so.
"Ok, well...is that a new thing? Running your claw around the inside of a cup? Look, the fact that this concerns you means you'll be aware of the urge to eat unattended objects or creatures. You should be able to keep that in check. I think with the horse you were just exploring what could be done. Now you know, and you can refrain from it in the future."
"Can't you turn into a rock and not see it?"
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sudden revelation is in his eyes then Sun goes into statue form.
"Hm? Oh. Sorry. It's just a... nice cup... I like the glass feeling..."
He sets it down.
"I guess if you think so. I haven't really felt it since then, so I'll try to just push it back and leave whatever it is. Maybe if I... let that part have... small stuff like... not so big animals... or something, it might keep it off of less important things like familiars... or would that be worse?"
While he talks, he picks up the cup again, unaware.
Krays has seen the same motion in other dragons, palming coins or other large gold pieces, Aananda and her machines.
He put a hand on each of their shoulders. "It's not that I mind you getting breakfast. But you should have told someone where you were going. Now I'd like you both to please come back to the office to finish your enrollment," he said sternly.
Halo looks up and smiles at Sorchan, Toby is powered off so dos nothing.
"O I'am sorry, I did not realise, of course happy to and nice to meet you...?"
Tybalt opens the door and looks at Mel, realising who it is.
He hugs her, throwing the blanket around her as it is held in his thumbs.
"Thank you..."
as renkai charges in his fists unleashing his fury the undead unicorn attacks as his rider is attacked
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1d20+51d3+2the rider takes the blows and dismounts, his feet stagger as he barely catches himself and levels his rifle again
Lively critter ain't ya
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1d20+71d12+6The feral sounds of wights can be heard coming from the side road
The undead version of the horse lacks the speed necessary to hit the lightfooted rogue, The unicorn's horn flicking over Renkai's shoulder instead of impaling him.
"Big Mistake, Horsey" he says with a feral grin.
Renkai falls forward, between its front legs and under its decayed body, closing to point blank range in only a few heartbeats and pulling his fists down and back towards the core of his body before lashing out with a pair of devastating blows
"I'm living, and you won't change that"
The first strike goes wide, but the second hits center mass
"Hm? Oh. Sorry. It's just a... nice cup... I like the glass feeling..."
He sets it down.
"I guess if you think so. I haven't really felt it since then, so I'll try to just push it back and leave whatever it is. Maybe if I... let that part have... small stuff like... not so big animals... or something, it might keep it off of less important things like familiars... or would that be worse?"
While he talks, he picks up the cup again, unaware.
Krays has seen the same motion in other dragons, palming coins or other large gold pieces, Aananda and her machines.
"When you feel the urge, go hunt an animal in the forest outside the school. It might satisfy a few urges in one swoop. I would caution against any further indulgences on campus. Eating someone's familiar would get you in some serious trouble. Now, if you feel you are having trouble fighting the urges, come to me, and we'll see what else we can do.
Oh, and you can keep the cup and the saucer, if you like. Start your own hoard. Hell, take the whole set." he gets up and gets the serving tray, 3 other cups and saucers, the pitcher, and a sugar dish, and sets it down next to him."Think of it as a 'welcome to the draconic' gift."
Toby Plods over and slumps down again.
naturally the first two are a teleporter, and a elocater, both of whom simply bypassed the test, in the back some wizard/rouge has managed to set his clothes on fire and is running through the test field screaming until the flames reach his skin and the wards kick inStrider's first class of the day is intro to stealth for beginners or the less skilled. Today they practice moving silently through underbrush. The sticks and leaves on the floor are magically enhanced to be twice as loud as normal.
Students that make it through the line of felled vegetation and back are allowed to return to desks and watch the other students. Best times with points off per decible appear on the board when no one is looking.
The first two who bypass the test see their names at the bottom of the board with -:--:-- as their time with 0/100 F next to it. If they continue to attempt to bypass the test, "Take your time," appears on the board next to them.
The self-arsonist is put out almost as soon as the fire begins.Part of the instructions include "You will remain in class until you have fully attempted the assignment in the [underline]correct[/underline] way, unaltered by magic or other non mundane means. You may reattempt as much as you like for a better score after everyone has made a first attempt until the end of class."
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"I'll try that if I get it again. Hopefully with no one else around. I really hope that I can keep this under control enough to stay this way. Select things aside, this is the best thing to happen to me. But, I'll come ask you if anything else I can't handle comes up. Thank you professor."
He stands up from the chair, looking now at how he had returned the cup to his grasp.
"Oh, uh, thank you.... are you sure? Don't you need these?"
He says this, but he sets the cup and saucer down on the tray with the others, looking at the tray with both hands on it making the same circular motion on it's surface with a thumb.
Vickory looks at Jeran, "Works against most peoples, only highly aggressive or warrior cultures don't have to worry about this tactic very much, though it is usually still mildly effective, at the very least as a disruption on the command structure and damaging morale. Though very fanatical people might also be resistant, but those are only very small groups. Generally large groups of 'fanatics' are really a small group of fanatics with a large group of, not really fanatical, supporters.
And yes, soul traps. Just because you are, quite luckily, blessed with an immortal soul, doesn't make it less necessary to imprison problematic individuals. Just be happy you don't have a soul that most mortals can destroy." Quite obviously her reference to easily destroyed souls applies to her.
After Rex speaks, "What is it with all the folks around here and the aversion to killing? Diplomacy has it's place, but really now, aversion to killing is just ridiculous."
Vickory heads for the door, "Now to see if they actually have something that I can make use of."
If no one says anything to her, she will go find the armory "storage area" that Jeran mentioned.
Iolth flopped down on his bed, groaning. The last couple minutes of were very exhausting. If he hadn't known better, Iolth would've thought that some sort of malefaction was involved.
To mark the beginnings of a very bad day, Iolth was taken through the school on a tour after he got his room situated. That, on its own, wouldn't have been bad. The fact that he was stuck with some student councilman, droning on about tech in a dead monotone while showing off his advanced thrallherding techniques to Iolth, was bad. The whole ordeal gave Iolth a very servere migraine.
Then, Iolth just had to stumble upon a few idiot hotshots, intent on giving the new guy a hard time. When Iolth wouldn't fight back, they got pissed. One of them was a summoner, and guess what? He sicced his eidolon on Iolth, resulting in a massive brawl in the hallway. Luckily, somebody was able to break it up before a teacher could step in. The pair sneered at him and told Iolth that they would finish it at the "Snipe Hunt."
All of that crap happened before Iolth was even out of the office forty-five minutes.
Groaning, Iolth got out of his bed and shambled over to the cafeteria for a quick bite to eat. He was exempt from classes for the first day so he could at least skim the topics that he was supposed to know.
Staring down at his goop, Iolth sees a writhing tentacle in it. Grasping his fork, Iolth starts stabbing the tentacle, and an epic battle between boy and cafeteria abberation ensues.
While battling with the tentacle, Iolth thinks to himself [i]Yep. This is definitely gonna be a looooong day.[/b]
Grim laughs, stands up, and unfurls his wings. Letting them catch the air launching him into the ski. He whoops and shouts as he does a corkscrew dive before flying up to meet Lang "either way is fine with me on the whole pit stop thing," he says panting slightly
Aananda caught up with him at this point.
"Okay, I can take her if you like. Whatever gets her to the infirmary quickest," she said, looking worried.
"I can move faster if necessary...but whatever method will cause her the least amount of pain. Though in her current state her mind has been able to escape most of it," Fei intones, his voice a bit strained.
naturally the first two are a teleporter, and a elocater, both of whom simply bypassed the test, in the back some wizard/rouge has managed to set his clothes on fire and is running through the test field screaming until the flames reach his skin and the wards kick inStrider's first class of the day is intro to stealth for beginners or the less skilled. Today they practice moving silently through underbrush. The sticks and leaves on the floor are magically enhanced to be twice as loud as normal.
Students that make it through the line of felled vegetation and back are allowed to return to desks and watch the other students. Best times with points off per decible appear on the board when no one is looking.The first two who bypass the test see their names at the bottom of the board with -:--:-- as their time with 0/100 F next to it. If they continue to attempt to bypass the test, "Take your time," appears on the board next to them.
The self-arsonist is put out almost as soon as the fire begins.
Part of the instructions include "You will remain in class until you have fully attempted the assignment in the [underline]correct[/underline] way, unaltered by magic or other non mundane means. You may reattempt as much as you like for a better score after everyone has made a first attempt until the end of class."
the screamer doesn't seem to notice as he keeps running at his not inconsiderable top speed through the course continuing to scream at the top of his lungs
.....The two students who finished first immiedietly started complaining at their null grade
"How is teleporting a fail grade, I even had to scry this place first taking up valueable time"
"No way you didn't actually run the course now what I did that's just a really effective way of tip toeing"
Tybalt opens the door and looks at Mel, realizing who it is.
He hugs her, throwing the blanket around her as it is held in his thumbs.
"Thank you..."
Mel hands Tybs a tub and keeps one for herself.
it is a bit evident that Mel was crying earlier but seems a bit better now.
She seems so engrossed with caring for her friends she again ignores the cold and joins Tybs in the room.
"Big Mistake, Horsey" he says with a feral grin.
"I'm living, and you won't change that"
the flapping of large leathery wings can be heard over this small violent clash
I'm not trying to change that, but my master is and will. the dead gunslinger states I recon I'll be parting ways with you by your next exchange, but let me leave you a parting gift similarly to before you can feel a heat being given off his body, I'd run if I was you he says with a slight grin as he aims up his final shot and steps back 5 ft
"I'll try that if I get it again. Hopefully with no one else around. I really hope that I can keep this under control enough to stay this way. Select things aside, this is the best thing to happen to me. But, I'll come ask you if anything else I can't handle comes up. Thank you professor."
He stands up from the chair, looking now at how he had returned the cup to his grasp.
"Oh, uh, thank you.... are you sure? Don't you need these?"
He says this, but he sets the cup and saucer down on the tray with the others, looking at the tray with both hands on it making the same circular motion on it's surface with a thumb.
"Yes I'm sure."
Archena takes a bit longer than the more literate Firebirds to fill out the forms.
She takes a few classes she thinks will help, language, normal pe, art, and any other basic math or science classes.
When done, she hands it in and quickly goes to get any food that looks good.
"Heh. Ya. Ith mime?"
She sticks out her tongue and smiles.
Kim starts giggling, yeah yourth ith too.
Kim grabs her friend's hand and drags her along, come on its gonna take us all day at this rate.
Kim tries to lead the way to the school but its pretty obvious she really doesn't know the way.
Tybalt takes the tub and spoon with a smile. When she isn't affected by the cold, he doesn't ask questions. He gets on the cot, beckoning Mel to sit next to him. He puts the blanket around both of them, noticing Mel could use some comfort and contact herself.
"OK. Girl talk time. What's got you?"
He pops the top of the tub, digging into it. Being a catfolk of negative temperature, for Tybs even more than most people, Ice+cream= :3
"Ya. It's this way though." She laughs, pulling her in the right direction.
Mel looks to tybs, ahhh, no offence, but your a boy. and I am here for you. besides the fact that Kai kind of broke up with me, shouldn't worry you.
Mel digs into her ice cream. I am glad you are doing better, so what do you want to do about Dave.
"OK. Thank you. Thank you very much, professor. Thank you for everything. I'll let you get back to your preparations. Thank you again."
If Krays has no parting questions or etc, Kevin will exit the room, very carefully bringing the tea set with him.
"Thank you, and you are most welcome!" he says with a smile, and he sees him out.
"I grew up with five older sisters. I breathed girl talk for the first thirteen years of my life. I guess if you want to talk about that, we can whenever you want. You're here for me so I'm here for you."
He takes a large spoonful and sighs.
"I don't know... I... I don't know. I want him to know that I'm here for him, but I kinda went too far with that. I think I want to just... be here and let him find me if he wants me. But then, if I do that, what if he thinks that I am abandoning him or that he scared me away... what do you think I should do...?"
~ Administration Room ~
Sven had taken the papers and was in mid-process of filling them out when he noticed the Ash Haired Youth 'become alive' at some distant event out of sight.
He continues to watch the other, putting his writing tool down calmly.
If anything, the activity of the Ash Haired Youth seems to be of particular interest to Sven.
Mostly ignoring what's going on and going over the paperwork, Ulna fills the pages out with a skilled hand and fine calligraphy. It isn't hidden or kept from being seen, should someone peer over, but, it should be noted she seeks to catch anyone looking her papers' way.
She fiddles with her hair slightly, here and there peering up from the written work to look about. Occasionally she peeks over at the Ash Haired Youth, but doesn't give him the attention Sven does.
Continuing to peer off in a seemingly random direction, the Youth maintains his odd study of whatever is 'out there'.
Looking at the papers when presented, the Tall Thin Guy balks and speaks up, "This is absurd. I have no vassal to fill these out. Surely you cannot expect me to do such demeaning tasks, how, pedestrian."
He looks up and off, disgusted by the suggestion he do anything of the sort.
It's fairly clear that while he might notice the Ash Haired Youth's actions, much like the other people in the room, he's haughtily ignoring it.
"Shuddup would ya? Tryin to concentrate."
Archena replies to the better-than-thou upstart.
Renkai steps into the absolute minimum range, taking a false swipe at the undead gunner's face
and then proceeds to use his martial arts training and stone enhanced fists to destroy the foul undead being
When I see your master, I'll send him to hell too. he says, taking a horrifying pleasure out of destroying the being which had blasted holes in his side, his arms and his foot.
"Shuddup would ya? Tryin to concentrate."
Archena replies to the better-than-thou upstart.
~ Administration Room ~
The Tall Thin Guy looks back at Archena's command to be silent with a mixture of anger, tingled with shock.
"I can understand why your parents would send you away from them with all due haste, aberration such as yourself, as the very fact your fingers cannot form into proper digits and retain their claw appearance-- but do not think you can command me from your place in our people's hierarchy. Have you no shame? I'm surprised you weren't 'dismissed' from our society earlier. Pity is such a weak emotion that taints our people, I can see that clearly now by the fact you still draw breath. In fact, I understand now why I was sent here-- to be the bastion of strength and purity in an otherwise tainted place."
After insulting and scoffing at Archena, he looks back at the papers as if to consider them.
Archena violently sneezes during his speech, a thing a decent sense motive or common sense will tell is not actual sneezing.
"Sorry, one of aberrations is that I'm allergic to bull$#!+."
She gives a bright smile with almost inhumanly perfect teeth.
vis is practically shaking, aboslutly enraged by this fool. He returns to breathing deeply, in an attempt not to harm him. Hurting him would "prove" his non-existant point. People like this are why he refused to go out even when he could. You can't win, because they use their fake stature to dismiss anything you say.
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"Now now people, compose yourselves" he looks to the tall one "is this any way for one who claims to be of noble blood, disgraceful, nobility is about more than who's name you bear, it's about how you should live and treat each other" he then turned to the surya "and you weren't much better, our people have gone through a great tragedy, this is a time for unity, not infighting, or we will be nothing but a footnote in history, and the world will move on without the firebirds"