"Uh... You can sit in this chair and I'll sit on the bed."
She clunkily moves a wooden chair towards the bed, having trouble doing so as it's a bit big for her.
Kim whispers to Dara, Are you afraid of the demon monsters too? I don't like them.
Kim seems to have noticed that Dara shied away with the mention of demons.
you never said your name, but if you don't that's ok. This is my teddy. sometimes he talks to me, maybe he will talk to you too.
Dara held up his hands and made some motions that caused the words 'I am Dara' to float in the air above his gloved hands. He does look at the teddy bear suspiciously. Through all of this he does not say a single word.
With that, it turns it's gaze intently upon Jeran and smiles, in what can only be considered, appreciation. "You, pray, introduce yourself, who I suspect is the leader and strives for Order amongst your peers?"
The servant with the massive two hander walks closer and keeps the weapon at easy reach for the Groundskeeper. The servant dutifully keeps it's head bowed and holding the weapon up.
The various Lords and Ladies remain quiet, perceptive students would fully realize that they absolutely detest this Appointed General, and do very little to hide their contempt, but remain silent and do not act on it.
Muraleniel, apparently, shows no indication of giving a damn about his Lords' and Ladies' emotional state. His focus is on Jeran at this time.
Jeran was still looking around warily, but he did seem to have a better handle on his shapeshifting and was appearing quite human for the time being.
"My name is Jeran Darkclaw. My companions and I have come here to rescue a fellow student who was taken from our school against his will. That is our only purpose here," he said tersely, giving the apparent angel a respectful nod when he introduced himself. No sense in antagonizing anyone needlessly. If the matter can be resolved without bloodshed, so much the better. But he doubted that anything would prove to be that simple or that easy
"Impressive, but how long can you keep that up? Be careful not to overextend yourself in battle," he cautioned, moving into a defensive stance. "Not to mention disrupting your classmates," he added dryly."Right, cause there's not going to be distractions in a real situation." Ardiente quipped back, grinning as he slipped into a stance. He understood the mild rebuke Sorchan had given him, but he just couldn't help himself. He had to show off a bit. He had to impress Sorchan after all. "I'm not gonna hold back though! I always have to push myself to be better, especially when training!"
"There's more than one way to push yourself. If you always push the limits you ignore the possibilities of simpler techniques that, used effectively, could be more deadly in battle than flashier choices," he admonished and sent a series of (apparent)fireballs at Ardiente.
"There's more than one way to push yourself. If you always push the limits you ignore the possibilities of simpler techniques that, used effectively, could be more deadly in battle than flashier choices," he admonished and sent a series of (apparent)fireballs at Ardiente.
Ardiente's mind raced as he considered Sorchan's words, already dipping into a firebending form as his instincts took over. Simpler technique? Which simpler te... oh!!
One of the simplest techniques a Firebender has... dousing fire!
Ardiente moves sinuously into another form and attempts to exert his control over Sorchan's magical fire, to force it to simple douse itself before it exploded.
Jeran was still looking around warily, but he did seem to have a better handle on his shapeshifting and was appearing quite human for the time being.
"My name is Jeran Darkclaw. My companions and I have come here to rescue a fellow student who was taken from our school against his will. That is our only purpose here," he said tersely, giving the apparent angel a respectful nod when he introduced himself. No sense in antagonizing anyone needlessly. If the matter can be resolved without bloodshed, so much the better. But he doubted that anything would prove to be that simple or that easy
Muraleniel continues to study Jeran and listens, as if he were the only thing of interest at this point, an ennui about the Celestial that's as clear as sunlight gracing the surface of grass blades in an open field.
"I am aware of the being, if we mean the same dark haired fellow with unusual regenerative properties. While I have no desire to quibble over the semantics of your choice of words, I will say, he was brought for having interfered in something-- or helped, that was not his affair to interfere with. By doing so, one might say, he became involved, and thus, whether he wished to be taken or not is a moot point. War, and conflict, bring about brutalities, which discourse can easily ...avoid."
That said, Muraleniel walks over to a chair, but pauses a moment as if thinking something. He looks over at the Lords and Ladies and says, "You forget your place in the scheme of things, you are all dismissed while I parley. I find your base natures a distraction to the point of this discussion and remind you-- I am committed to the outcome agreed upon." With a wave of his hand, the Lords and Ladies, howling (in some cases) and laughing (in others), all get Gated elsewhere unceremoniously.
The being with the two hander does not vanish, however, remaining absolutely still where it was, or following Muraleniel when he now moves to a seat. He gestures for Jeran to take a chair, at one of the tables.
Even the 'humans' that were there previously are now gone. The air and state of the surrounding place seems to lose some of that 'demonic taint' and chaos, further bolstered now that the Lords and Ladies are gone.
"Annoying, yet true to their purpose in existence, my allies in this venture are difficult to engage in conversation with, especially with that one which initially sought to ...clash with you, using his wits and words. Had you," he nods at Kevin, "not stopped your companion," motioning at David, "our interaction would have been greatly different." He appears to be stating some obvious things, but, perhaps it's just his manner in speaking (as you can tell).
Musing for a moment, "I cannot release this being, for various reasons which I do not feel are relevant to you, in any manner, without making a request. If you are willing to hear my request, then we can continue, otherwise, I fear your trip here will be in vain. Due to the assault on our ..." he pauses for a moment, looking up now at Jeran, "project, in this skirmish, by your own-- facilitated by this one fellow, as the keystone in revenge, and due it by all accounts of justice. This being's singular involvement has been a massive, disruption on an otherwise perfectly organized and impressive tactical effort on my part. Robbing us of our prize, and in doing so, has denied many beings, numerous results, not to mention brought about directly or indirectly, violence and death to others."
Jeran would now realize, this is the voice that spoke in that cavern below ground, in the Cultist City, where he and Cassius were killing people on their rescue mission. The one that sought repeatedly to parley and come to an agreement, but was denied such.
"I trust you recognize me now?"
Dave snorts "it's not like I was going to attack him on a whim, but in my expirence the denizens of the lower plains respond well to a show of force. That and in egging him on I hoped to get him to reveal more than he originally intended"
" if you can't tell us what the plan here is, there isn't much I'll do to help. If your plan is indeed in the best interest of those present, why would we even want to reclaim this student? You being vague doesn't help. It just makes us helpful, for we must assume the worst... But considering who you've been consorting with, I'm not sure we can trust your words at all."
"What they mean to say is: what do we need to do to get our student back?"
He steps in front of Dave and Settro.
"That isn't what I said..."
Settro mutters, rather bitter.
Dave snorts "it's not like I was going to attack him on a whim, but in my expirence the denizens of the lower plains respond well to a show of force. That and in egging him on I hoped to get him to reveal more than he originally intended"
Muraleniel nods once, acknowledging David and saying, "I see. An interesting approach. I would offer you the advice that these Lords and Ladies are in fact, much more than you may be familiar with. They are not mere riff raff of these planes, but actual beings of power at my command-- for now."
" if you can't tell us what the plan here is, there isn't much I'll do to help. If your plan is indeed in the best interest of those present, why would we even want to reclaim this student? You being vague doesn't help. It just makes us helpful, for we must assume the worst... But considering who you've been consorting with, I'm not sure we can trust your words at all."
Looking at Settro when he finishes speaking, Muraleniel says plainly, "I do not recognize you, fiend, so my apologies if you are titled or noble in some fashion. I am capable of telling you what is in progress here with regards to the Project, but, my desire -- hence the question worded as it was to whom I am assuming or suspecting is the leader of your group, was an attempt at directing the parley to a specific point. The point being, my request, which you will note, I trust, is not an outright demand, for your consideration. I have obligations and responsibilities that are not known. As for my ... consorting, as you put it, it is my current duty to traffic among your kin or similar, which I can assure you, I do out of duty, and for no other reason than that. I have dispatched fiends and their kind since the dawning of light, and once this appointed duty is complete, will, with utmost thanks to Creation itself, return to my true purpose when and where possible with the hopes to cleanse myself of any filth and vileness which lingers on me from the work I now, duty bound, do. If you speak for your entire group, then this will make the parley take longer. I do not have the luxury of time, however. Furthermore, it would be an absolute pity to assume a lack of trust due to company one is with, seeing as these fellows appear willing to consort with yourself, a fellow fiend of the Abyss. A short sightedness, which is unhealthy in existence, I assure you."
He looks back at Jeran at this point, still waiting for the response if any.
"What they mean to say is: what do we need to do to get our student back?"
He steps in front of Dave and Settro.
Looking towards Kevin, Muraleniel says, "An even exchange-- with my personal assurances of safety for the person you bring me. A certain young girl."
He proceeds to describe the young girl that Kevin saw get carried off by 'Celestials' back at the school. No name, just her appearance.
"If you return her to my charge, as soon as possible, I will give you our prisoner, immediately. That, is the most basic offer I can provide as a start."
His 'attention' seems to linger back to Jeran for a moment, then reconsiders Kevin more, due to the recent actions. There's now a faint smile on Muraleniel's features too.
"Honestly, I'm still surprised every day that they trust me."
Settro muses, and simply decides to step back and stay silent. If he's internet on speaking to jeran, let him. Even now, with his request towards Kevin, it isn't worth even fighting anymore for his thoughts. He grows fidgety, flicking his tail quickly, trying to remember why he agreed to this in the first place. It certainly is inconvenient.
As Midori is looking out the window, she can see a stone walkway the leads to a gazebo as a rather scenic overlook. sitting there near the edge is Lang, apparently meditating.
in the distance she can see several air benders flying about as it would seem Grim is flying with them enjoying the chance to spread his wings.
when she gets the chance she finds a familiar bundle sitting on her bunk.
Silinrul was quiet the whole time since they had arrived. He watched, waited, listened, as was his nature. Well, was becoming his nature, since he had become a shaman.
"You want us to exchange one 'innocent' for another? I am unsure if that is the best course of action, especially if our wayward fellow student ended up here due to his own folly. I was under the impression that he was kidnapped against his will, perhaps that is not the case however." The Lycan says evenly. It was best to try and glean as much information as possible, and he hoped to prompt their host to reveal a bit more.
"Whatever your plan or objective was," he said, his expression hardening as he recognized the voice, "the plan was being carried out by evil beings on a Prime Material plane. Specifically our prime material plane. To carry out your plan within our territory and then cry foul when it is interfered with is disingenuous at best. It's like putting a pet mouse in an owl's nest and crying about the unfairness of it all when it gets eaten. The girl in question was not given that most precious of mortal commodities and I can't say I trust any being that employs strategies based on stripping someone of their free will. Moreover, I strongly disagree with your placing blame for your strategy going awry on Tryko'Sam. He did what any good person would do when faced with an innocent being held against her will by persons worshipping evil."
Jeran crossed his arms and scowled. "But none of this addresses the central problem our negotiations currently face. Which is to say that the girl in question is not currently in our custody. In point of fact she no longer remains on the prime material plane in the first place. The beings that took her were most likely celestials. Kevin can tell you in more detail since he's the one who saw them take her," he said nodding towards Kevin. It was a risk letting this being know the truth of the matter, but neither did he fancy assaulting heaven to kidnap that girl to give her to a most probably fallen angel. The truth didn't leave him much bargaining position, but it would have to do. "So your current quarrel isn't with Tryko'Sam or with us. It's with your own supposed allies. Let Tryko'Sam go. You won't gain what you want by continuing to hold him here."
Silinrul was quiet the whole time since they had arrived. He watched, waited, listened, as was his nature. Well, was becoming his nature, since he had become a shaman.
"You want us to exchange one 'innocent' for another? I am unsure if that is the best course of action, especially if our wayward fellow student ended up here due to his own folly. I was under the impression that he was kidnapped against his will, perhaps that is not the case however." The Lycan says evenly. It was best to try and glean as much information as possible, and he hoped to prompt their host to reveal a bit more.
"I agree with the statement as you put it, though, he technically was assisting in aggression against ...this side of a battle, whether out of ignorance or not, or noble heroics, he choose to fight and thus, dwells here now, while we sort this. It would be untrue to say he willingly came here, or wants to remain. I shall put the question to him once we complete this parley. As for the other, the Chosen One. Hardly an innocent when their singular purpose in existence at the time was to be what they are; the prize of this duel. Their role is as intentional as my speaking with you here and now."
Looking back at Jeran, after a bit more consideration, and now sounding a touch more impressed, Muraleniel says, "A bold statement, Jeran Darkclaw. Claiming an entire planet and plane of existence shared and tread upon so routinely by others, both residents and visitors. I am further impressed."
It grows quiet for a few now, as if debating the statement further in silence.
After a period of silent internal debate, Muraleniel rises up and says, "It would appear that you are not interested in a simple, yes or no response-- and rather, wish for me to make a decision on the matter. Very well."
He reaches over to pick up his maul, lifting what appears tremendously heavy with ease, saying, "This Tryko'Sam is hardly innocent, nor guilty of anything other than -- best I can tell, reacting to a situation which by design, is as you say, the acts of a good being. He is unknown to me, which is an oddity at best. I will not fault him regardless, nor you, if your reactions were equal in measure. Well done, regardless, I salute your reactions to the plight of the Chosen One, her purposes to solicit assistance and pity."
He whispers something and the wind rustles, with it, a nude Tryko'Sam dropping to the floor at Jeran's feet, looking dirty from dust, and various other natural things, though no visible wounds or dried blood. He does appear quite alive, though, somewhat curled up and unconscious.
"I will not ignore your argument. Though, I will say this as I have, I trust, your ear still; There is a duel at hand, between two parties. Order and Chaos. The twist, is that the Appointed Generals are from opposite sides. The goal was a simple one; the containment and well treatment of the Chosen One, who at the appointed time, would be ritually sacrificed, at the appointed time and place. You, and by that, I mean this one here," he gestures casually at the fallen form of Tryko'Sam, "has disrupted this duel. As prepared as I was, this uncommon occurrence, though not among those known as adventurers, to put their nose into dangers without thought, yet-- if there is any evidence that my containment and fair treatment of the girl, for the greater good's gain, was tricked out of the win... I will be extremely vexed."
He looks straight at Jeran and says, "Since you will not go as a condition of exchange, further that the point is now moot, and at this point I have no pressing reason to keep you or your peers here-- save perhaps to return that fiend to his proper place in the universe," he half-gestures at Settro, "I request a favor of you. Do as you would with your companion, this Tryko'Sam, and find the Chosen One. I assure you, while she may have returned with Celestials, it is not Order that commands that end of the duel at this time, but a Fiend of similar stature as myself, playing at being Good. They are, by their own nature, incapable of such. Surely your sense of protectiveness to the Plane, and beings of it, extends to her as well? Surely she deserves an existence without a foul hand's influence upon it? I can send you to where she might be, and I suspect you may have some ability as you have shown here, to affect change there as well. What say you, Jeran Darkclaw and friends?"
He seems to include the rest at this point, but primarily speaking to Jeran.
"Or will you ignore the request of mine, having done your deed, duty met, filled with the sense of accomplishment? As always, the choice to act is yours."
The intense gaze studies Jeran at this point, and there's a pregnant pause while Muraleniel waits. Given that he did include others at the end of his 'speech', and mostly has responded to anyone who spoke, the reactions of anyone else are welcomed.
"I'm only half-demon lord, thank you. I don't have a proper place."
Settro says, growing more bitter and impatient by the second.
The young man sighs and gets up from the chair that was never there, and raps on the Headmaster's door sharply.
Jeran looked at Tryko'Sam when he appeared, to make sure of his safety, and blushed when he realized that the other boy was naked. He was distracted from his own thoughts by the angel's offer and frowned as he considered. He was suddenly very very glad that he had paid attention in Professor Genosuke's Planar Philosophy class or he really wouldn't understand any of what was going on.
"My companions have to make their own choices, but I am willing to investigate her situation. She is an innocent girl from the same world as we came from and she deserves to have someone care about what happens to her. Even if she is ...a bit dense," he added with a sigh as he remembered the difficulties in communicating with the girl in question. "I won't promise to return her to you, but if she is indeed in the hands of evil, I will do what I can to remove her from that place," he said carefully.
Jeran looked at Tryko'Sam when he appeared, to make sure of his safety, and blushed when he realized that the other boy was naked. He was distracted from his own thoughts by the angel's offer and frowned as he considered. He was suddenly very very glad that he had paid attention in Professor Genosuke's Planar Philosophy class or he really wouldn't understand any of what was going on.
"My companions have to make their own choices, but I am willing to investigate her situation. She is an innocent girl from the same world as we came from and she deserves to have someone care about what happens to her. Even if she is ...a bit dense," he added with a sigh as he remembered the difficulties in communicating with the girl in question. "I won't promise to return her to you, but if she is indeed in the hands of evil, I will do what I can to remove her from that place," he said carefully.
Muraleniel nods in acknowledgement at Jeran's speaking, then gives each of the others a glance, save Settro-- who appears to be not interested in the proceedings.
Looking back at Jeran, he says, "Then ... I will wait for your companion's replies, though, I suspect your efforts alone, Hero, will be enough. I have faith in you. You have my thanks for your patience, thus far." To this, Jeran gets a warm smile of gratitude.
Tryko'Sam twitches on the ground, probably just his body reacting to the fact it was naked, while unconscious and unaware of it's surroundings. He did appear healthy and well, as always, just covered in various levels of filth. This didn't cut it as clothing.
Dave shakes his head "why do I always find you naked..." He says referring to Sam.
David then looks him over making sure he was physically unharmed... "What is he covered in and why?"
Dave shakes his head "why do I always find you naked..." He says referring to Sam.
David then looks him over making sure he was physically unharmed... "What is he covered in and why?"
Glancing absentmindedly over at the filth covered Tryko'Sam, Muraleniel says with little empathy to the situation, "I can only assume the location of internment was filthy, or part of the prisoner processing affected him in this manner. What you see around you is not the primary location where such as this are kept. I remind you as well, there is very little I know about this being you sought out-- save that it was determined to be the current, primary source of our potential loss in this duel, as such, quite the scapegoat of demonic rage and frustrations."
It might stand out that Muraleniel's indifference seems inappropriate, but then again, he hasn't really demonstrated 'normal emotional' ranges yet.
Kevin takes off his coat to cover a naked person for the second time in a couple hours.
"I'll... Help..."
He sides with Jeran.
He's still not sure if the being is being truthful, but if Jeran thought so, it was enough for him.
Is it celestials that can't lie?... I don't remember... Oh well.
" I'll help them. If that helps you, then that's good for you."
Jeran's eyes narrow as the angel describes the cause of Tryko'Sam's condition with no emotion attached to it. Yet more reason to be suspicious. Then again, when it came to battles between Order and Chaos, mortals always lost no matter which side won. They would have to tread carefully if they wanted to rescue the girl and get out of this in one piece.
"Alright. Kevin and Settro have agreed to help this girl. Dave? Silinrul? What choice will you make?" he asked, keeping his eyes off Tryko'Sam. He was both grateful and not that Kevin had covered Tryko'Sam up.
"I'll try to help her, whether that means bringing her to you remains to be seen"
"You're in charge currently, Jeran, thus I will go where you lead. Provided that's not overly stupid or suicidal, which this does not seem to be."
Muraleniel seems to be considering what each say, and then adds, "My only desire with her is the point of winning this duel. If she were returned to me, her well being and future would be assured-- to that, I give my vow. Once this duel is complete, she will be afforded much in terms of a future and well being."
That said, and still standing, he walks off a bit and looks off. Anyone who's looking his way would notice that where eyes are, star fields and the like happen for a brief few moments, attention elsewhere.
"Appropriate. She is home." He turns around and looks to the Team Hot Guys, though seems to not really give Tryko'Sam as much as a glance.
"Gather. I send you to the High Planes, where Good and Order guide all that is. If you have any desire to /not/ go, or if it might injure you due to your foul heritage, prepare. The choice, as always, is yours to make, mortals."
With that, he hefts up the two handed maul again, spins it casually at the middle as winds build up, and in an elegant twirl or three, stops it with a thump to the floor, where upon a maw of a Gate opens.
Beyond the Gate's edge, within the middle, lies to anyone who's visited or seen visual depictions, one of the seven Planes of Heaven. It's 'close' in appearance what anyone would imagine, a city seen in the distance glistening and shimmering from the sunlight.
"Step through, Heroes. She awaits you-- if she is not being lead away. Gods' speed to your actions and path." You all feel 'Blessed', with Protection from Evil, as he says this.
He then looks off and sighs, "And now to deal with the Lords and Ladies, and their ...manner. Perhaps I shall finally smite them, and give in to their base manner, let them taste destruction and war."
There's only the barest hint of a smile at the thought. The air around him and the setting seems to shudder, the Abyssal energies/force wanting in, yet, resisted due to his power.
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Upon stepping through, (please warn me if you don't, also, who brings, if you do, Tryko'Sam, otherwise, he's not moving into this Gate), you'll immediately have a sense of Peace, Goodness and Sunlight-- all the things that anyone imagining or having visited, expects from Heaven.
Just off to the side, as stated, is a young girl, who's looking rather surprised at everything that's going on, with white wings on her back, reminding both Jeran and Kevin, of the Chosen One from before.
Before stepping through, Sil looks to this 'angelic' being "Wait a moment. Did you not say earlier that this so called 'Chosen One' is to be ritually sacrificed? I fail to see how much of a future she is to have, since it will be cut short due to this bizarre duel's terms"
Dave looks about to speak but then the Druid beats him to it, he nods though and adds "what he said" to the end.
"That."
He points to the distance between Dave and Silinrul.
"Also, is it best leader or best army wins?"
While still looking off, the maul gripped in one hand, Muraleniel says simply, "The exacts of the win, are simple-- the team that has the Chosen One, earns the allegiance of the outsiders returned. They bring lore, and awareness we may not possess. Knowledge, in it's purest form. I will admit, that the method of handing out that reward, is unclear to me, as ultimately I do as instructed by my superior."
He looks back at Kevin, clearly replying to him first, then to the other two he adds, "Her mortal shell is simply that. It is, as with any living creature that possesses one, the immortal soul that matters to me. I speak of that. All things that live, die. Better the death be merciful and painless, lest it be at the hands of a butcher, no? Or the uncaring hand of nature?"
There's a slight pause on the features and Muraleniel, as before once with Jeran, seems to consider something silently. "I will profess that some of the ...details, merely since this one's involvement, have grown, unclear. I am not certain why, but seek to know. Hence my earlier comment about trickery."
A glance to the side, and a raising of his maul at this, it flares with a light and seemingly out of another plane, or through the planes, some horrific creature is seen screaming and disintegrated by the pure light. "I accept your resignation, Lord," is all
Muraleniel says, looking sternly now and prepared.
"That should stave them off some." A slight pressure builds in the air around everyone, and the landscape seems to dim, only slightly, from it's afternoon sunlight.
Jeran picked up the unconscious form of Tryko'Sam, managing to not blush overly much. After all, somebody had to. It would be easier if he weren't so cute....no, better not to think about that right now. That could get...embarassing.
"Her life may not be what matters to you, but her life may matter a great deal to her. Her choices are supposed to matter. We will find out if she is being tricked and deal with it if that is the case, but we are not going to disregard her choice."
"Let's go," he said gruffly.
Kevin enters through the portal, head first.
He looks around.
Kevin enters through the portal, head first.
He looks around.
The young man sighs and gets up from the chair that was never there, and raps on the Headmaster's door sharply.
The door opens to reveal a somewhat decorated office and a man sitting behind a spacious desk. He wears green robes and his hair matches the runic tattoos covering the left side of his face in color. Bright red. He looks a bit.. unsettled.
"Hello, Mr. Tyon, and my apologies for your wait. How may I help you?"
Djalos steps inside the door, and then does a peculiar thing-he stoops down and taps his right hand, three times, in five different directions. The young elf's black bangs tumble over his strange blindfold when he gets back up. Djalos holds himself with the lean grace of a predator, and looks rather imposing combined with his tall height. Djalos wears a black longcoat, with midnight blue shoulder pauldrons that are studded with a silver metal. Beneath the coat there is a set of black leather armor that seems to absorb light, rather than reflect it.
Djalos takes a deep bow, with three fingers over his heart as he does so-the way an elf greets an honored leader. "Greetings," the young elf intones in a light voice. "I am Djalos Tyon, formerly of the Anonemuss clan of Southern Lothal. I seek help with my rather unique condition."
He walks over to Headmaster Ryo's desk and takes a seat, deeply sighing. "Some years ago, I... acquired an interesting weapon. It was akin to a crossbow, but much more refined, advanced. It fired shots like a magic missile spell, but with much more power and less accuracy. Furthermore, I had three of my contacts analyze the weapon for magical auras. They found none."
Djalos reclines in his chair slightly. [/b]"Three years and seven months ago, I was on an assignment to take out a certain noble. I did not inquire about the details. I was lining up my shot with the aforementioned weapon when I was hit with a spell by the noble's bodyguard, a transmuter. I did not know what the spell would've done to me normally, but for some reason, whatever strange source that generated power for the rifle fled into me. I opened my eyes, and all nine layers of Hell broke loose."[/b]
"With a strange sound, akin to a dull thud, the world began to bend around me, space and time distorting, things collapsing in on themselves. People were screaming, their bodies reduced to nothing as whatever field I had generated compressed them into nothing. Then, a strange fire began to rush out from every one of my pores, swirling around me with the strange force I was generating. I alone was immune to its effects."
"My clan's teleportation contingencies kicked in soon afterward, and I arrived at the local Anonemuss cell's base of operations, bringing destruction in my wake. I killed every last one of them, wiping an entire cell of the face of Agartha. I was suspended in air for hours afterward, watching the destructive chaos flow all around me."
"Finally, I realized that when I could not see, the destruction stopped. I fashioned myself a blindfold out of gauze, and got to work on learning to see without seeing."
"About a month ago, I caught wind of your school. I had masted the art of seeing without seeing by that point, and so I took a calculated risk assessment. If your school had the resources to deal with rampant powers of gods and monsters, you might be able to help me with my problem."
Djalos leans back in his chair. "I suppose the question is, are you willing to help me? I am a disaster waiting to happen-quite literally. I could accidentally kill many of your students if this blindfold slipped. Furthermore, if any sort of military caught wind of me being here, they'd be after your school in a heartbeat to try to weaponize me. It's quite a risk to have me here right now, and I will understand if you aren't willing to take me on."
The Anonemuss Clan is a clan of elite assassins that are based in the Southern Continent, Lothal. Rather than relying on ki, they build up martial prowess and single-minded focus to help take down their targets.
As he relates all of this, Djalos sound completely dispassionate, as if one of his handlers is debriefing him.
Ryo listens carefully, taking in every word and filing it away as he set up a room for Djalos.
"Mr. Tyon, there are currently no less than twenty students and one teacher at this school that have the same destructive potential as you. As for the military, well... I'm sure if they had a chance of forcing one of my students to become a weapon, they would have tried already. You're safe here, and so are your fellow students."
Jeran waits to make sure the rest of the team get through the gate before jumping through himself, keeping a wary eye on the 'angel' the entire time. There was nothing about this situation that he trusted, but he needed to see for himself if this being was telling the truth.
Silinrul jumps through the gate right before Jeran, and waits ready, on the other side.
Settro grumbles almost imperceptibly, and walks through the portal. The bloodstains on the back of his shirt remain, and his extra wings don't come back.
Post Gate, A Hill Top in one of Heaven's Seven Planes
Immediately after stepping through the Gate, it shuts up nicely behind them, not really giving more information after the cessation of magic.
Nearly immediately, however, there's a slight ...burning, of sorts, from the filth and dirt, perhaps skin too, of Tryko'Sam, as sunlight shines down, not a single cloud in the sky, atop the Team of Gorgeous Young Gents.
Ahead, is a young girl, clad in some white gown that does obscure all the naughty bits, inappropriate as that would be /here/. Everything appears perfect, good, and wholesome-- in fact, the entire area radiates Good.
She perks up upon hearing the arrival and look over, recognition appearing on her features, blonde hair cascading down, a perfect hair styling.
She gives a smile and says, "Hello." It's primarily directed at Kevin, and Jeran-- she doesn't take notice of the 'hissing' Tryko'Sam.
There's some flapping sounds of large birds, and on the way in, are two humanoids, wings of downy white, no visible indication of hostilities what so ever, heading the young teen girl's way. You figure, as a group, you have about three rounds to 'do something' if you wanted, before they arrive.
The girl shows no sign of fear, or emotion beyond joy and recognition. Some idle birds chirp away a melody of song in the near distance. It's idyllic and serene. Peaceful. Calm. Pre-midday sunlight. Spring.
setto gags, and shakes. Against the aura of good, his dark, abyssal aura is almost tangible. He seems rather sick, on the verge of throwing up. His tail is uselessly limp and his multi-jointed wings droop. Yet, at the same time, his aura of strange perfection returns, dispite the condition he's in.
Dave feels invigorated at the return of his magic and in the presence of auch a strong holy force, he breathes out in relief, but his basking is cut short at his friend's discomfort "settro, dude, you all right?"
setto gags, and shakes. Against the aura of good, his dark, abyssal aura is almost tangible. He seems rather sick, on the verge of throwing up. His tail is uselessly limp and his multi-jointed wings droop. Yet, at the same time, his aura of strange perfection returns, dispite the condition he's in.
setto gags, and shakes. Against the aura of good, his dark, abyssal aura is almost tangible. He seems rather sick, on the verge of throwing up. His tail is uselessly limp and his multi-jointed wings droop. Yet, at the same time, his aura of strange perfection returns, dispite the condition he's in.
The Blond Girl looks (as if noticing finally) Settro in a mixture of fear and attraction-- it's odd, and seems to stand in a place of pre-scream, or abject awe. Like looking at a beautiful train wreck, unsure if noise or appreciation is appropriate.
Surprise flits across Djalos' face for a moment, but it quickly fades back to the brick wall that he had up during the rest of the conversation. "Thank you, Headmaster. Is there any relevant paperwork that I need to fill out? In addition, what are the courses that I can take while attending here?"
He fills out the necessary paperwork, and he picks the following courses:
- Advanced Physical Education
- Light Blades
- Stealth
- Engineering
- Basic Mechanics
- Free Block
Djalos uses braille to fill out the forms, and is obviously quite adept at it.
Ehos grins in a somewhat manic way as it appears that the pair seems more evenly matched than he could've hoped for, though more often than not his recklessness is what earns him a smack with Alys' practice blade. Temeperence would do him a world of good.
During a reprieve (after several minutes of back and forth), Ehos motions to pause and draws out the datapad, his hand a little tender from a poorly blocked blow. 'My name is Ehos. You're pretty good at this.' comes the sterile words of the datapad, and a grin from the anything-but-sterile elf.
Distracted by the invigorating exchange of swordplay, Alys forgets for a moment and responds with a warm smile of her own, but the words are entirely unintelligble. The sound of the words shivers along Ehos' spine in a not entirely comfortable way, and a few of them tickle something at the edge of his memory. Alys blushes quite prettily, and looks down in embarrassment, bowing slightly to Ehos.