Aananda frowned. "Murders?"
She quickly keyed something in on her wristband and then swore. " Dammit. That filter program is bloodying useless. This is the kind of thing it's supposed to alert me to...looks like multiple requests for assistance from Keme and Casil. Okay, I'll see what I can dig up...I can't promise I can find anything useful. My search program is obviously malfunctioning. But I can do a manual search of the visual recordings. It just takes longer. I'll let you know what I find...oh, and don't hack the security system again. If you need a radio or something, Arthur can make one for you."
He raises an eyebrow.
::He is genuinely happy she is alive and well, but he's hiding something...:: he sends to Nala
::I think I know what. The report indicated that she ran after she crashed...and her injuries were more consistent with explosions than crash landings. You saw what the psychotic version was like. It may have taken extraordinary measures to stop her.::
::He's the one who had to blow her to pieces...:: He sends, looking at the kid in a different light.
As he waits Shoshin hears the bell sound, remembering Sorchan's advice, he gets up, hoists his pack onto his shoulder and proceeds outside of the room, schedule in hand.
Raelle was still blushing a little from that last hasty kiss before she'd parted ways with Ardiente and they each headed to their respective classes. She barely looked at where she was going as she headed for her easel in art class. She was already starting to unpack her brushes before she noticed the new girl sitting next to her.
"Oh. Hey. Umm....you're new, right? I mean, I'd hate to think I've been being rude and not noticing you since the term started...I have kinda missed a lot of classes though..."
As he waits Shoshin hears the bell sound, remembering Sorchan's advice, he gets up, hoists his pack onto his shoulder and proceeds outside of the room, schedule in hand.
The door opens in towards him as he moves towards.
"Oh. Uh. Hi there. You're. Uh... in my room."
"No, I'm new today. This is my first class, actually."
She's inspecting a paintbrush, as if she's unfamiliar with what it's for.
As he waits Shoshin hears the bell sound, remembering Sorchan's advice, he gets up, hoists his pack onto his shoulder and proceeds outside of the room, schedule in hand.The door opens in towards him as he moves towards.
"Oh. Uh. Hi there. You're. Uh... in my room."
He blinks for a second, Opening the door wider as he looks at the tanuki. "Not just your room, little thing called a room-mate, I guess I'm yours"
She sighed. "Yeah, at this point I'm starting to despair of ever catching up with my class work for my other classes...the ones I'm actually supposed to be learning in. Want to help out with some demonstrations? I'm trying to show the class some basic parry and riposte techniques and they just aren't getting it."
"Of course I can. Not like I can learn much with everyone good at this peoocupied."
he says, before taking a training sword from the rack.
Reminder for me:
The guy is medium height and well built. Stocky, but by no means fat. Very handsome, pop star look. He's dressed in a well made blue suit. A simple gold crescent piercing is through his right ear. Looking closely, he has one eye of leaf green and one of sea blue. His hair is brown and longish. It seems to be in disarray, but also that every strand is in the proper place and doesn't move from it. His scent is a faint combination of musk and pine cologne. He is smiling, as if he can go on smiling through anything. Not an idiot's grin, but the smile of someone that feels like he knows some secret you don't.
Syrah sits just outside the school, feeling a little better now that she wasn't inside. It felt so caromed compared her village, not like the open beaches and waters at all. Still, after digging a little hole in the ground and concentrating as hard as she could to fill it with water from the air, she managed to create a tiny replica of the waves she liked to watch and calmed down.
Michael goes ghost white and then beet red, not even sure what to say to that.
Aananda frowned. "Murders?"
She quickly keyed something in on her wristband and then swore. " Dammit. That filter program is bloodying useless. This is the kind of thing it's supposed to alert me to...looks like multiple requests for assistance from Keme and Casil. Okay, I'll see what I can dig up...I can't promise I can find anything useful. My search program is obviously malfunctioning. But I can do a manual search of the visual recordings. It just takes longer. I'll let you know what I find...oh, and don't hack the security system again. If you need a radio or something, Arthur can make one for you."
Mel sat quiet for a second, waiting for the punishment. But it seems like none is coming, you mean, my idea sounded plausible? and I'm not getting punished? i would like to help, Arthur would like to help too, he's pretty smart sometimes, and he knows about nanites.
Mel hops off the bed to follow Aanana, grabbing Arthur's hand along the way.
Kim stood patently, waiting to shown where to go. she seems to shy away from the Jacob boy, not out of fear, but Kim is apparently rather shy. at least around boys.
Wandering aimlessly Kedikai exits the school. "Hmmm." He says, looking around. "This isn't Taco Bell, I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere."
"Excuse me, miss." He says spotting someone next to a pothole filled with soothing waves. "Wasn't there a Taco Bell around here?"
Syrah jumps slightly and looks up, the water going still,
"T-Taco Bell?" She asks quietly, looking around. What was he talking about? "I-If you want peppers for something I don't think the garden is very far..."
"Are you the one who brought her to the school after she crash landed?" Nala asked pleasantly. She'd read the report when she first went to the isolab, and she'd seen the injuries. She had a fair idea of why the young man was upset, and was trying to smooth things over. She didn't want to upset Jessa. It might lead to more...unpleasantness. "She is not contagious anymore, no. I wouldn't have released her from the isolab otherwise. It may be some time before she is well enough to venture outside the school however."
Jessa scowls slightly as people talk about her, reminded for a moment of the time when she was nothing but an interesting experiment. Feeling her unfriendly side stir in response to the negative emotions, she forces them away with an effort and smiles once again.
He shakes his head
"No, I think Krays brought her remains in. He preserved them...I, uh..."
he gets nervous again.
"I...uh...gotta get to class...I'm really glad you're ok! What's your name?" he asks Jessa
Jessa's smile grows as she watches the boy. It is not mocking in the slightest degree, and two small spots of color high in her cheeks give a clue to her thoughts. Her words come out in a flood, "Yeah, I got better. I guess I heal up really fast. I don't really remember much except waking up in the pod, then waking up in the lab. My name is Jessa. What is yours?"
"Thank the gods..."
"Jessa...pretty name. I'm Mithros. Hope to see you again!" He's still nervous, as he blushes too...but smiling.
"Well I'm late, welcome to Avalon, Jessa!" he throws his bag up in the air, with a flourish turns into his firbird form, catches the bag, and flies down the hall.
Smiles knowing the flourish was solely for the girl's benefit.
Dave walks out of the class more frustrated than when he went in, a light heat shimmer appearing around his body as his frustrations mount, maybe I should just skip engeneering, go out to the forest and vent... Maybe I should use the sim rooms, using a real forest would me more cathartic, but the hippies and Druids would probably be pissed should I burn the Forrest down, of course I can take them.. No I'm not about that, gah Dave closes his eyes and shakes his head, and in doing so nearly runs into someone, but stops, smelling someone familiar, he opens his eyes as sees jerran, and he smiles "hey mr wolf man, Jarl, no Jordan, no Jerry? It's jerry right?"
Syrah jumps slightly and looks up, the water going still,
"T-Taco Bell?" She asks quietly, looking around. What was he talking about? "I-If you want peppers for something I don't think the garden is very far..."
"Eh, you must not have them around here, thanks anyway." Kedikai squats down near Syrah, looking at the water. "What were you doing there?" He asks in curiosity.
"Thank the gods..."
"Jessa...pretty name. I'm Mithros. Hope to see you again!" He's still nervous, as he blushes too...but smiling.
"Well I'm late, welcome to Avalon, Jessa!" he throws his bag up in the air, with a flourish turns into his firbird form, catches the bag, and flies down the hall.
Jessa flushes fully at the compliment, "Thank you."
Startled at first, Jessa watches Mithros leave with a smile. Once he is gone she resumes watching the people streaming past.
"I was making it move... I.. I am a little homesick." She admits, sighing. "It feels so cramped inside, and I missed the way my family's boat would rock under my feet."
"No, I'm new today. This is my first class, actually."
She's inspecting a paintbrush, as if she's unfamiliar with what it's for.
"Oh, cool. I'm Raelle. Have you painted much before? It's okay if you haven't. We're at the beginning of the unit on painting now so you've got plenty of time to learn the basics," she said, tying her red-black hair back with an elastic band. "I learned the first lesson the hard way...keep your hair out of the paint," she joked.
She sighed. "Yeah, at this point I'm starting to despair of ever catching up with my class work for my other classes...the ones I'm actually supposed to be learning in. Want to help out with some demonstrations? I'm trying to show the class some basic parry and riposte techniques and they just aren't getting it.""Of course I can. Not like I can learn much with everyone good at this peoocupied."
he says, before taking a training sword from the rack.
"Great. Thanks. All right, class, grab your training blades and a partner, but don't start practice yet. Adon and I are going to demonstrate some basic techniques for you and then you'll spend the rest of class today practicing them," she said loudly, bringing the class to a semblance of order, as students were still trickling in.
Michael goes ghost white and then beet red, not even sure what to say to that.
"Yeah, that was about my reaction too....given my no lying thing it was not exactly what I would call a fun conversation."
She sighed. "Well, not much point in trying to keep secrets for me anyways. Let's just get through this cleanup and hope things get less awkward as we go."
Aananda frowned. "Murders?"
She quickly keyed something in on her wristband and then swore. " Dammit. That filter program is bloodying useless. This is the kind of thing it's supposed to alert me to...looks like multiple requests for assistance from Keme and Casil. Okay, I'll see what I can dig up...I can't promise I can find anything useful. My search program is obviously malfunctioning. But I can do a manual search of the visual recordings. It just takes longer. I'll let you know what I find...oh, and don't hack the security system again. If you need a radio or something, Arthur can make one for you."
Mel sat quiet for a second, waiting for the punishment. But it seems like none is coming, you mean, my idea sounded plausible? and I'm not getting punished? i would like to help, Arthur would like to help too, he's pretty smart sometimes, and he knows about nanites.
Mel hops off the bed to follow Aanana, grabbing Arthur's hand along the way.
"No, you're not in trouble. Don't hack the security system again, but this time I have to concede it was justified given the malfunctions. Don't get up, Miss Waverider. I'm just going to gather information. I need to check my recordings and talk to Phaezeriel...he appears to be the primary healer on these cases, yes? I will be back shortly. And you should stay in bed unless the healers release you."
Dave walks out of the class more frustrated than when he went in, a light heat shimmer appearing around his body as his frustrations mount, maybe I should just skip engeneering, go out to the forest and vent... Maybe I should use the sim rooms, using a real forest would me more cathartic, but the hippies and Druids would probably be pissed should I burn the Forrest down, of course I can take them.. No I'm not about that, gah Dave closes his eyes and shakes his head, and in doing so nearly runs into someone, but stops, smelling someone familiar, he opens his eyes as sees jerran, and he smiles "hey mr wolf man, Jarl, no Jordan, no Jerry? It's jerry right?"
"It's Jeran. I have no idea who you are....this is gonna sound out of the blue, but how do you feel about fighting demons?"
Pyra led the group of children back into the school, to the gym where they picked up a whole other class worth of students all much older than the young children who had been playing outside. She barely kept order in the oversized group as they made their way to the music room. The tall, green-haired boy waiting in the music room looked a bit panicked when he saw the size of the group.
"Sorry I can't stay to help supervise, Pan, but I have new students to enroll...feel free to call for backup if you need. You have access to the PA system for the day. Good luck."
" Alright, those of you who need to enroll, follow me now. The rest of you listen to Mr. Buttercup and behave."
Pyra led the way to Ephebe's office.
"We were both on a trip to find a book in thes snow covered volcanoes, giant flaming bug monsters, any of this ringing any bells? Dude how many people do you know made of Diamond and gold? As to fighting demons, I'm in, one angel of vengeance at your service". He says jokingly twirling his fingers to form a halo over his head
"You must have blended in with the snow," Jeran said dryly. "We're heading to the Headmasters office now to inform him about the situation. You can hear the details then too. It's a rescue mission mostly. There's also some cultists...not sure if they're even still a problem."
Casseus walks up to Jeran at this point.
"The arrows had me going all over, man. Uhm, the cultists bugged out of that place. I went around and freed the people that didn't look mentally deranged or too sick to move. There is no physical way out, according to this spherical doo hicky I ran into. It wouldn't or couldn't tell me where that place was, or anything useful. It wouldn't port the prisoners out either, just me. I dunno what happened to the snake lady."
"I was making it move... I.. I am a little homesick." She admits, sighing. "It feels so cramped inside, and I missed the way my family's boat would rock under my feet."
Kedikai is silent a moment. "Missing your family and home? I know how you feel, where are you from?"
"A few days south of here is a a coastal village. Laven, it's called. I came her because there was no one who could teach me there."
Dave frowns, wondering how he could have blended in with the snow given the golden wings and the fact that he spent their time where we were outside when we were outside outside flying...
His eyes widen "oh, your messing with me, that makes sense, funny" he seems genuine and excited, "sure, let's go, be the heros, save the day, I love it"
"Oh. OK then. Need to get to first class, so autographs will have to wait."
He has the... himselves... following him drop off the boxes in the room.
"You are?"
He offers his fingerless-gloved hand not holding an introduction packet with a charming smile.
"Great. Thanks. All right, class, grab your training blades and a partner, but don't start practice yet. Adon and I are going to demonstrate some basic techniques for you and then you'll spend the rest of class today practicing them," she said loudly, bringing the class to a semblance of order, as students were still trickling in.
adon gets in a ready stance, ready to defend against whatever moves saidie chose to demonstrate.
Kim is clutching her Teddy, looking rather nervous, she follows Pyra as directed.
I sure hope they will accept me. she mumbles to herself, not realizing she may be actually speaking her thoughts.
in the meantime, a pseudodragon slips through the feet on the class, rather unnoticed, so she can see.
Mel is about to protest the bed orders, but she looks to Arthur, Okay, I'll stay here, in bed, with Arthur, she smiles as a naughty thought crosses her mind at what she said, but she then finishes keeping me out of trouble, that is.
Mel plops back onto the bed, I hate being cooped up, I need to go do something. she looks toward Arthur, I guess that's why I'm always in trouble.
"Oh. OK then. Need to get to first class, so autographs will have to wait."
He has the... himselves... following him drop off the boxes in the room.
"You are?"
He offers his fingerless-gloved hand not holding an introduction packet with a charming smile.
He hesitantly takes the outstretched hand, shaking it a few times. "It's polite to give your name first before asking, but its Shoshin, I'm already set up so the bed and things on the opposite side are yours I guess"
he lets the boy in the room, leaning against the door as he watches the doubles work before moving to his dresser and taking out one of the vials of liquid, stuffing it into his pocket before resuming his post on the door.
"I was hoping you would know who I was."
He sighs.
"Thank you."
The others set his things in his corner.
With a snap of his fingers they disappear with a burst of white smoke that dissipates quickly.
"Are you a musician?" He asks.
She gives a short laugh at her joke.
"Well, no, but I made pictures with some of the coal grass in our yard."
She watches as Raelle puts her hair up.
"I like your hair."
She looks at her own hair, just long enough to maybe reach her shoulders if it didn't curl in at the bottom. Reddish brown, the color of sandstone.
"Is it nice having long hair? Mine gets all weird if it grows past here..."
"I was hoping you would know who I was."
He sighs.
"Thank you."
The others set his things in his corner.
With a snap of his fingers they disappear with a burst of white smoke that dissipates quickly.
"Are you a musician?" He asks.
"Sorry, mercs tend to only remember clients. Not really, I enjoy it, but I'm more of an...herbalist by trade, or an engineer if I really have to fix something"