making her rounds Nurse Julie shows up at Morrivan's room.
good morning miss, you called?
Switches to telepathy
::If the children are being lured away from the wards, why not watch the exits? Are they not monitored by the dragon's security systems?::
::He's getting them when they're outside. On different parts of the grounds. I have a request in to Professor Sunwake, but she hasn't gotten back to me yet.::
making her rounds Nurse Julie shows up at Morrivan's room.
good morning miss, you called?
Morrivan nodded. "Umm...my friends thought of something that might help...could you possibly send a message to Professor Blackscales for me?"
::Hmmm. Well, lets make sure little Alys is aware of the danger, in the mean time.::
[spoiler]
Renkai turns to grab up his crossbows and sees the unholy horse in front of him. Cursing with great feeling his spell is lost.
he reaches back for a pouch and feels the wetness of broken vials on his fingers, his holy water is broken and useless.
the riderless undead unicorn looks at you with defiance, the heat at your back is making you feel as if your back was touching an iron, the body is bloating into a size you wouldn't believe possible, you now see the wights cutting of your escape down this road, the unicorn seems to be badgering you towards the undead gunslingers corpse
Morrivan nodded. "Umm...my friends thought of something that might help...could you possibly send a message to Professor Blackscales for me?"making her rounds Nurse Julie shows up at Morrivan's room.
good morning miss, you called?
certainly, anything to aid in your recovery miss.
Julie motions for an intern to fill the mugs with fresh ...refreshments.
she pulls out a pen and paper.
do you with to write or shall I?
"Alright, children, please be quiet! You've had more than enough time to squabble. For those that don't know me, I am Professor del Sol, and I teach Evocation here. Now, is there anyone who hasn't turned in their filled out paperwork to Mr. Quillblood?"
"Just me, Professor." Taika says as she silos to the front. The darkness had been a great cover. She hands the schedule over and goes to stand by Vis. "you okay, little brother?"
"I'm fine."
vis mutters through gritted teeth.
"Alright, children, please be quiet! You've had more than enough time to squabble. For those that don't know me, I am Professor del Sol, and I teach Evocation here. Now, is there anyone who hasn't turned in their filled out paperwork to Mr. Quillblood?""Just me, Professor." Taika says as she silos to the front. The darkness had been a great cover. She hands the schedule over and goes to stand by Vis. "you okay, little brother?"
"Thank you. Is there anyone else who hasn't turned in their completed paperwork? If not I thought you lot might like a brief tour of the school while your schedules are being processed. Although I should warn you that the building has a tendency to rearrange itself so you'll need to use the arrows even after you learn your way around."
Morrivan nodded. "Umm...my friends thought of something that might help...could you possibly send a message to Professor Blackscales for me?"making her rounds Nurse Julie shows up at Morrivan's room.
good morning miss, you called?
certainly, anything to aid in your recovery miss.
Julie motions for an intern to fill the mugs with fresh ...refreshments.
she pulls out a pen and paper.
do you with to write or shall I?
"I'm...not sure what to say...how am I supposed to phrase this? What's the right way to ask the necromancy professor if he can help you say goodbye to a family member?" she asked, not really sure how to proceed.
Nurse Julie smiles,
i am not sure exactly how you would ask him. but would you accept an alternate choice? It would have a lower chance of success I am sure.
~ Admissions Room ~
The room had gone from new people sauntering in, to shouting shadowy girl, instant darkness and an odd silence.
Iolth's actions and words break the darkness and silence, and the there's more talking and Sorchan's inquires.
For those that were paying attention, most likely the intimidating Shoshin, it appears that none of the odd displays warranted panic or fear in the others in the room, especially not in the Tall Thin Guy, who openly scoffs at the intimidation attempt.
He goes to speak, but Sorchan cuts him off, who he seems to take in mind letting the matter drop.
It should be very clear to Shoshin that Tall Thin Guy is utterly dismissive of what was said to him, threat or not. He smugly just ignores the fox man in as insulting and insinuating of an insult manner as possible, with mocking. He is QUITE good at that.
Sven Brightblade walks over to the haughty one and brings some papers with him, saying openly so any can hear, "As I offered to the Lady," indicating Lily, "before our travel here, Lord, perhaps I might assist you with more than empty words of unity by lending my hand to fill these forms on your behalf. This will maintain your honor, and prove you are not alone in these strange halls to be beset upon by beasts and uncouth strangers who join any conversation without being welcomed into such."
Tall Thin Guy says, "Splendid, Brightblade, was it? I accept your assistance and will return the favor as is appropriate and our way."
With a nod, they hurriedly sort out the papers to turn in to Sorchan. Sorchan would note when Sven provides his and the Tall Thin Guy's, he gives Sorchan an appropriate to his standing, presentation and "My Lord, as per your request. I will provide escort, while we learn more of this school, in recognition of your family's House, and offer provided us."
Ulna provides her papers to the Elf, looking him over curiously as she does, with a smile.
The Ash Haired Youth hasn't really changed his stance or view, still staring off. Sven gives him a glance again near Sorchan, a hint of concern on his face.
vis has gone from enraged to stunned that there are actually people stupid enough to follow such a fool, looking at him wondering what thier problems were. Fools like that need classes on how to respect people, and common sense. Pity that wasn't on the list of available classes.
SIM Room 3
Smirking at Casseus with his point about the leaders, Tryko'Sam gives him a shrug of indifference.
"You wanna gank peeps, fine by me, there's no law stopping you. It's your reputation which we'll either keep mum on, Vegas and all that, or it might get out if someone drinks too much off school grounds and blabs. Until then, you'll always be the first red skinned, horn shorn, gun packing, living comic book character to me, big boy. Fits your MO so far as I could tell, wasn't a huge fan over all, but that's me. I keep my fandom to the ladies."
More and more 'cultists' are being added as files to the desktop, or various other locations on the holographic computer 'screens'.
At one point though, he asks, "So, what's ...uh, screen two, visual of what I can see, going on here?"
On Screen Two, there's a bird's eye view of a large chamber, from above so only the floor can really be seen, with four robed figures, each in a 'summoning circle' and rituals en mass, being conducted. Various other robed folk are kneeling outside the circles. There's no sound.
Anyone with Knowledge(Arcane) would recognize the work, while Knowledge(Planes) would tell them, easily, that the names and branding are for various high tier demons-- nothing devil, wrong outsider type.
"Umm. They're summuning a "big bad". Not just like the ones that followed you here Sam, but Big. Bad. Err 4 of 'em. They're using 4 gate spells. they're just gonna open a gate straight to the Abyss. You pissed em off takin' their best lady. I dunno how much time they have left on the cast, but we need to stop it. Lika ASAP"
Archena, in response to his response to her response to his response to her response to his whining, simply opens her mouth slightly and brings her eyebrows down in the middle. The expression one gives when confronted with what seems to be unbridled, unrivaled, stupidity. The look that is the only option to use in these situations. When words fail, and one cannot explain how demonstrably lacking in tact or even simple logic the response of the other party was. After this look she simply shakes her head slightly returning back to her nearly finished paper work.
When she sets pen to paper her cousin immediately begins to yell. In the few seconds of darkness she sighs and drops her head to the table. She just wants to fill out the forms...
When they return, she lifts her head back again to see Lolth absorb the darkness. She raises her eyebrows, impressed at his ability.
Scorch an calls for forms.
"Just one last thing. Lots of interruptions. Aaaand there."
She gives her forms to the kind elf. With a soft smile and "thank you."
She obtains a cup full of small burnt objects to eat on the tour.
"Ready to go."
She approaches the Niyambi's, ready to be put to the tour.
"Hi. Care to walk together? You seem to actually be OK. And clever."
She looks at Taika when she adds the last bit.
Shoshin just shakes his head at the stupidity of the obnoxious group, he moves closer to Sorchan as he's already filled out the forms with Halo and is ready for the tour.
When he approaches and recognizes the professor from their earlier encounter, he says "We meet again Mr. Sorchan, I just hope it won't be under the same circumstances"
Shoshin just shakes his head at the stupidity of the obnoxious group, he moves closer to Sorchan as he's already filled out the forms with Halo and is ready for the tour.
When he approaches and recognizes the professor from their earlier encounter, he says "We meet again Mr. Sorchan, I just hope it won't be under the same circumstances"
"I certainly hope not," he said cordially with a relatively friendly smile. "Excuse me, please. I have a question for a couple of your fellow students and the sooner I get those answered the sooner we can all go take that tour of the school."
First he presented the tall thin snobbish fellow with a blank sheet of paper. "Please write your name and one sentence of your choosing. It can be your family motto if you wish. It must be written by yourself with your own hand. This is an academic test required for your class placement. If you are unable to write then you will have to take remedial classes in order to learn. It is an important skill to have. Someday you may have a secret you wish to keep after all," he said, smoothly, providing a face-saving option that would allow the fellow to write for himself without looking overly foolish. Not that he deserved it after the things he had said, but he reminded himself...again...that the best way to get through to these children was with kindness not with strangling them.
Then he turned to Mr. Quillblood. "Has the dark haired one turned in his papers yet?"
Nurse Julie smiles,
i am not sure exactly how you would ask him. but would you accept an alternate choice? It would have a lower chance of success I am sure.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked doubtfully.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked doubtfully.Nurse Julie smiles,
i am not sure exactly how you would ask him. but would you accept an alternate choice? It would have a lower chance of success I am sure.
Nurse Julie has a seat in a chair. Well, this is only speculation and rumor mind you, but I have heard that there was a small boy that did something similar for a girl to say goodbye to her grandmother after she passed. I don't remember his name though. and I have never met either one. This all happened before I arrived.
she gets to writing the note.
I'm sorry, maybe it was just a dumb idea.
"I like that song. Maybe if he doesn't hate me after this, we could play it for him."
He takes a bite and sighs.
"It's just so hard to be this close to him. I feel warm when I make him happy. It's just a small little bit, but when he smiles, I don't feel so cold. And when he's sad it's just back so much more. I actually feel hurt when I see him this sad and there's nothing I can do about it. It makes me actually feel colder. The bad kind, like before I got used to it. I mean, this thing helps, but I just want so bad to be warm again. And I know this sounds selfish, like I only want him to be happy to make the cold go away, but that's not true. I don't make him happy to make the cold go away. I think the cold goes away because I love to make him happy. But... I just try too hard. I want to help him so much and I just don't know where is too far. Maybe this time... if he wants me back, I should just wait for him to reach to me. But then if I do that, he might think that I've abandoned him too and... I can't let that happen. But I think this might be the only way to know if he still cares for me. If I just run back to him he might decide that he's just had enough of me..."
Mel just shakes her head. Tybs, your not listening. You are not abandoning him, you are right there. you need to be there every time he needs a helping hand, just your presence is enough.
the warmth you want doesn't come from him, it comes from you, from the comfort in knowing that you are there when he needs you, the warmth of the feeling you get, knowing he is gonna be alright, because of you.
True love comes without conditions, without restrictions and without the need of reward.
Mel tries to get Tybs to focus, Kai broke up with me, but, I still love him, I will still be there when he needs me. I won't forget him. But I love him in a different way now, a way that I now will learn to live with. but I haven't given up on him.
Iolth raises his hand. "A tour would be amazing, Professor del Sol. For some reason, the school's magic doesn't play well with mine. After some deliberation, it explodes in my face," Iolth says wryly.
[spoiler]the riderless undead unicorn looks at you with defiance, the heat at your back is making you feel as if your back was touching an iron, the body is bloating into a size you wouldn't believe possible, you now see the wights cutting of your escape down this road, the unicorn seems to be badgering you towards the undead gunslingers corpse
Renkai turns to grab up his crossbows and sees the unholy horse in front of him. Cursing with great feeling his spell is lost.
he reaches back for a pouch and feels the wetness of broken vials on his fingers, his holy water is broken and useless.
Renkai feels the heat on his back and rolls toward the side, trying to dodge the explosion and the horse, drawing his final weapon, a Kusarigama, he begins to spin it... awaiting the next foe in this menagerie of death.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked doubtfully.Nurse Julie smiles,
i am not sure exactly how you would ask him. but would you accept an alternate choice? It would have a lower chance of success I am sure.
Nurse Julie has a seat in a chair. Well, this is only speculation and rumor mind you, but I have heard that there was a small boy that did something similar for a girl to say goodbye to her grandmother after she passed. I don't remember his name though. and I have never met either one. This all happened before I arrived.
she gets to writing the note.
I'm sorry, maybe it was just a dumb idea.
"Yeah, sorry, but between a rumor and a teacher I know can help..." She shrugged. "That's not a tough choice."
"What did you have in mind?" she asked doubtfully.Nurse Julie smiles,
i am not sure exactly how you would ask him. but would you accept an alternate choice? It would have a lower chance of success I am sure.
Nurse Julie has a seat in a chair. Well, this is only speculation and rumor mind you, but I have heard that there was a small boy that did something similar for a girl to say goodbye to her grandmother after she passed. I don't remember his name though. and I have never met either one. This all happened before I arrived.
she gets to writing the note.
I'm sorry, maybe it was just a dumb idea.
"Yeah, sorry, but between a rumor and a teacher I know can help..." She shrugged. "That's not a tough choice."
"Yeah, sorry, but between a rumor and a teacher I know can help..." She shrugged. "That's not a tough choice."
Of course Miss Morrivan, On the bright side, you are talking again, and I hope to see a smile on your face before you leave.
getting to the note Now, what shall we say...
~ Admissions Room ~
First he presented the tall thin snobbish fellow with a blank sheet of paper. "Please write your name and one sentence of your choosing. It can be your family motto if you wish. It must be written by yourself with your own hand. This is an academic test required for your class placement. If you are unable to write then you will have to take remedial classes in order to learn. It is an important skill to have. Someday you may have a secret you wish to keep after all," he said, smoothly, providing a face-saving option that would allow the fellow to write for himself without looking overly foolish. Not that he deserved it after the things he had said, but he reminded himself...again...that the best way to get through to these children was with kindness not with strangling them.
The Tall Thin Guy gives Sorchan a polite bow, any permanent sneer that he has skillfully etched onto his features fades away, equally skillful.
"If the Honorable Scion of House del Sol wishes for me to demonstrate my penmanship, who am I to deny the opportunity to do just that-- at the risk of being called ...remedial, you say? Those of noble birth are taught these things, especially the holding and use of calligraphy, I presume... or is that not the case in all Houses?"
He takes the paper with another bow, and finds a surface to put it atop, stepping back to look at it.
"A phrase, you say? How about ..."
With that, he does a gesture or two, and a flame conjures in his hand, animating. With a deft flick of his fingers and wrist, the flame spins into life and becomes a female figure, leaping off onto the paper and beginning to write out phrases.
Clearly, he moves and the flame responds, though it is not magic-- perhaps his innate mastery of the flame. What he writes via his flaming figuring, burning it onto the surface of the paper, is a phrase that simply reads, "The Flame shall cleanse, the Flame shall heal, only the Truth and Way is known to It, and we, born of such, shall ascend by It."
Once done, the little female figure bows, and leaps back to his finger tip, where it vanishes.
He smiles somewhat proudly at the demonstration, and then asks, "Unless you'd prefer a pen, Lord del Soul? I assure you, there is nothing remedial about myself. I will prove this, in time." There is clearly passion in his last phrase, and pride-- lots of it. He lets it play into the room for a moment, before offering the paper to Sorchan.
Then he turned to Mr. Quillblood. "Has the dark haired one turned in his papers yet?"
The Ash Haired Youth is still staring off-- he's not gone near people, nor the papers.
Sven, seeing that Sorchan's ignored him, walks off to the side, but keeps his eyes on the Ash Haired Youth.
Tryko'Sam doesn't appear to have a suggestion, right after Casseus speaks about 'big bads', he might be thinking about it though, while the view of the room remains on Screen Two.
"Yeah, sorry, but between a rumor and a teacher I know can help..." She shrugged. "That's not a tough choice."
Of course Miss Morrivan, On the bright side, you are talking again, and I hope to see a smile on your face before you leave.
getting to the note Now, what shall we say...
"Ummm...that my friends told me about him and that he might help...that my cousin who I've had with me my whole life was killed and chose not to be resurrected....and...if he has the time...could he please help me say goodbye?"
"Thank you," he says dryly at the flashy calligraphy performance.
"And I have stopped assuming anything regarding what the noble houses do and don't choose to teach their children. I learned long ago that each House has their own ideas of what is right and proper. That's why they argue with each other so much."
Having determined that the uppity young man did not require remedial classes he approached the ash haired young man and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Excuse me. You might have missed it, but we're finishing up enrollment now...have you filled out your paperwork yet?"
"Thank you," he says dryly at the flashy calligraphy performance.
"And I have stopped assuming anything regarding what the noble houses do and don't choose to teach their children. I learned long ago that each House has their own ideas of what is right and proper. That's why they argue with each other so much."
Having determined that the uppity young man did not require remedial classes he approached the ash haired young man and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Excuse me. You might have missed it, but we're finishing up enrollment now...have you filled out your paperwork yet?"
The Ash Haired Youth moves to match the approaching Sorchan, keeping distance and there is a wildness to his eyes that Sorchan would immediately recognize as fear. The Ash Haired Youth did not want to be touched and is now defensive and focused on Sorchan.
"No. Danger." His very voice is controlled, calm as always, body tense. "Distance." His eyes, however, are full of fear.
"Alright, then, the less we move her the better. You keep carrying her, I'll meet you at the infirmary. I'll go ahead of you and get things prepped for treatment," she said before taking off again and bursting into the infirmary.
"I need an open room now for an incoming patient. She'll need immediate bursts of positive energy, and potentially nanite treatment as well. I'll handle that if it's needed."
Fei arrives at the Infirmary a few minutes later with Vai. He is directed to the newly-prepared room, where he gently lays her down on the databed. Once she is there, the young monk immediately goes to work on preparing the first rounds of healing with the clerics as he sets up a tank of nanites for Aananda to program. The whole group works like a well-oiled machine...a model of efficiency...
She approaches the Niyambi's, ready to be put to the tour.
"Hi. Care to walk together? You seem to actually be OK. And clever."
She looks at Taika when she adds the last bit.
"My little brother can be quite clever." She deflects.
Renkai feels the heat on his back and rolls toward the side, trying to dodge the explosion and the horse, drawing his final weapon, a Kusarigama, he begins to spin it... awaiting the next foe in this menagerie of death.
Three of the wights explode into smaller explosions as they rush into you and the corpsebomb.
(reflex 15 for half)
Mel was sitting there with Tybs when the sudden commotion started.
First Aananda with an incomming patient and Mel remembered soemthing about a stabbing victim. Mel was not a doctor so she thought it best to let the medical staff deal with it.
Until she notices Fei coming in with Vai.
Mel stop cold in her conversation looking at what is happening.
Looking back at Tybs. Tybs, ya know I care about you right? but A friend is is in trouble. I'm sorry but I gotta know what is happening.
Mel rushes out of the room to where fei and vai were taken.
she pulls out her sonic, already set to scan Tybs from earlier.
Fei, what happened? she assks as she scans Vai
Mel was sitting there with Tybs when the sudden commotion started.
First Aananda with an incomming patient and Mel remembered soemthing about a stabbing victim. Mel was not a doctor so she thought it best to let the medical staff deal with it.
Until she notices Fei coming in with Vai.
Mel stop cold in her conversation looking at what is happening.Looking back at Tybs. Tybs, ya know I care about you right? but A friend is is in trouble. I'm sorry but I gotta know what is happening.
Mel rushes out of the room to where fei and vai were taken.
she pulls out her sonic, already set to scan Tybs from earlier.
Fei, what happened? she assks as she scans Vai
Fei looks up from the nanite dock where he just locked in the tank. Stepping away for Aananda to begin the programming, he stops by Melody briefly.
"She was...censured...by her Patron for speaking of something it did not want her to speak of at all," the young monk replies after a deep, steadying breath.
"They all have the ability to harm their Champions when they do not...cooperate. And they can do so to such a degree that all types of healing are reduced to the slowest rate possible."
As the morning goes on. a group of kis wander the halls each carrying a stack of papers.
they converse a bit then split up hanging papers on the various bulleten board areas and on the walls at popular student hang outs.
the paper: a Flyer stating:
AVALON ACADEMY ANNOUNCES ITS FIRST BATTLE OF THE BANDS.
BATTLE, FOLLOWED BY DANCE PARTY, TO BE HELD ON AN OUTDOOR STAGE BY THE LAKE.
BANDS MUST BE REGISTERED BY END OF THE WEEK
REGISTER WITH PAN IN THE MUSIC ROOM.
COMPETITION TO BE HELD IN TWO WEEKS TIME.
IF YOU THINK YOU GOT THE TALENT...SIGN UP NOW.
WINNER TO BE DETERMINED BY INDEPENDENT JUDGES.
Tybalt was going to reply when Melody rushes out of the room.
When she's gone he sighs and leans over.
He pulls the pillow over and puts it over his head.
I just want to know what to do now... if I run out and find him I'm going to look like stupid little lost kid. He'll just get fed up with me and hate me even more... but if I don't find him he might think I abandoned him. If I do that, I'm afraid of what he'd do... I just wish I hadn't gone and ruined everything. I'm such an idiot! I'm just going to ruin this completely and hurt him and me no matter what I do. It's not like he'd ever feel the same anyways. I'm just so stupid and I look like a freaking twelve year old and I freeze everything! I shouldn't have even stopped here. He'd be better off if I had never even met him anyways. All I do is make his life harder. And Mel too. I can't even help her with her problems because I'm too busy screwing everything up for Dave. They'd both be better off if I just wasn't here. Everyone would be..."
He starts to sob with his face buried in the pillow.
As the morning goes on. a group of kis wander the halls each carrying a stack of papers.
they converse a bit then split up hanging papers on the various bulleten board areas and on the walls at popular student hang outs.
the paper: a Flyer stating:
AVALON ACADEMY ANNOUNCES ITS FIRST BATTLE OF THE BANDS.
BATTLE, FOLLOWED BY DANCE PARTY, TO BE HELD ON AN OUTDOOR STAGE BY THE LAKE.BANDS MUST BE REGISTERED BY END OF THE WEEK
REGISTER WITH PAN IN THE MUSIC ROOM.
COMPETITION TO BE HELD IN TWO WEEKS TIME.
IF YOU THINK YOU GOT THE TALENT...SIGN UP NOW.
WINNER TO BE DETERMINED BY INDEPENDENT JUDGES.
Takes one of the nearby posters down and reads it, then hands it to Keme.
::Having some more students out away from the school and the wards sounds like a fantastic idea.::
Takes one of the nearby posters down and reads it, then hands it to Keme.
::Having some more students out away from the school and the wards sounds like a fantastic idea.::
Various students, before classes, obviously, or just walking on their way to class past Genosuke as he came up to the poster were talking happily about the battle of the bands potential, and speaking of how cool it was in the past.
"...awesome, wonder who'll show up?!"
"...hope that blue skinned guy does, he's so gorgeous."
"...oh, puh-lease, that's too freaky, seriously?"
And so on.
"Thank you. Is there anyone else who hasn't turned in their completed paperwork? If not I thought you lot might like a brief tour of the school while your schedules are being processed. Although I should warn you that the building has a tendency to rearrange itself so you'll need to use the arrows even after you learn your way around."
With all the bickering between the other firebirds and having the large group of people around her, Cindra has fallen back into her habit of trying to be unnoticed. She is remarkably good at it, and despite being very pretty, is largely ignored by the group of new students.
Having finished her paperwork quickly, Cindra sits quietly waiting for the next event.
Artha Cid arises as the world is dark. The air is cold, the trees are bare, and the ground: dusty and dry. He groggily clears his eyes of dust as he sits down upon a large crytal to meditate. As he hums, motionless, the crystal begins to levitate and the world starts to brighten. The trees grow leaves and bloom magnificent flowers. Vibrant grass sprouts around him and a slight breeze picks the smell of spring through the air. Sunlight shines warmly and small birds and animals begin chirping and chatting throughout the foliage.
Artha clears his mind and stops humming. The breeze stops. He focuses his thoughts and sends out a message.
Hello students, this is your new Heavy Blades professor, Artha Cid. Today's introductory class will begin shortly, although I am running a bit late. I have already spoken to some who have expressed interest and look forward to seeing them.
If you have any interest in the art of combat, feel free to visit my class today. Remember to bring a weapon, (any weapon, regardless of size) although the styles and techniques I teach will be focused exclusively on Heavy Blades.
I apologize for the telepathic interruption and thank you for your time. See you soon.
Artha opens his eyes and scans the room. His long sword catches his eye and he has a moment of remembrance.
Students, I'm sorry, one more thing. Wear armor.
"Thank you. Is there anyone else who hasn't turned in their completed paperwork? If not I thought you lot might like a brief tour of the school while your schedules are being processed. Although I should warn you that the building has a tendency to rearrange itself so you'll need to use the arrows even after you learn your way around."
Alys, having followed the large group of newcomers to the inprocessing assembly, is still working on her papers. She raises her hand when Sorchan asks if anyone is still working, and the two large stacks of papers on her desk partially obscure her.
With a sigh of relief she picks up the papers she had been working on, sets them in a much smaller stack between the larger stacks of papers, and reaches for another from the left hand pile. It seems she is about halfway done with the paperwork. The stack of papers on the right are clearly attempts to fill out various forms, and the stack on the left is a pile of blank forms. The stack of rejects all have variations on the same mistakes: there are parts written in common, and at different points in mid word, the common language is replaces by writing in a language which is indecipherable even to those with a magical ability to read all languages. Shortly after each point where the writing changes, the form has been discarded.
** spoiler omitted **
Renkai feels the heat on his back and rolls toward the side, trying to dodge the explosion and the horse, drawing his final weapon, a Kusarigama, he begins to spin it... awaiting the next foe in this menagerie of death.
The detonations of the gunman and the wights are easily dodged, though he cannot fully escape the gore, entrails, and the heat of the explosions.
once more wiping the slime of death off of his face, Renkai focuses on the remaining wight.
The putrid and rotting corpse is hammered from ten feet away by the flail and kama. Renkai's eyes are locked onto the pinpoints of red inside of its decayed sockets. The masterfully crafted weapon slams and slices into the undead with horrifying ease. Renkai then prepares to retreat from the predictable explosion.
"Hey, it'll be OK. The people here are nice."
She smiles.
"Let's just go inside."
She pulls her through the hand.
"What's a hot spring? I have a spring in my box mama gave me, but I thought metal stuff hurt when it got hot."
Sara calls against the wind as she drives Simba.
"Hey, it'll be OK. The people here are nice."
She smiles.
"Let's just go inside."
She pulls her through the hand.
Kim goes along with Trista.
where do we go? and how come you know so much about this place?
When he gets the notice, Iolth jumps up and down with excitement-or rather, he teleports up and down with excitement. Shooting a wicked grin at Shoshin, he says "Check this out." A beautiful young woman with mahogany skin appears in a flash of light, an electic guitar and bass appear in their hands, and they start playing this song:
"There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the maples
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
'The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light'
Now there's no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw"
Iolth and Kaetar dance energetically all throughout, light and nimble on their feet. Their voices sing beautifully, intertwining like two birds in a mating dance, and their fingers are a masteful blur on the strings.
When they finish, Iolth has sweat on his brow. He bumps fists with the girl, then turns toward Shoshin. "How did you like it? Oh, this is my girlfriend, Kaetar. She's normally a deck of cards. It's a long story." Iolth has a wild smile on his face.