"Waste of good magic that was, then."
He runs his hand through raven black hair, leaving his hand behind his neck for a moment as he looks away from Sam and into the distance over Jeran and She-Who-Has-Not-Been-Named.
"Jeran, wings coming in at your 7."
He places his hands on his hips with bent elbows and a based out stance, his half-laced, green high-tops about two feet apart below his dark pants lined with rows of colored liquids in tubes which continue from just above his knees to end at his waist where a stitched black and grey short sleeve turtleneck shirt starts
An uncut gem is an accurate metaphor to describe him with. He's naturally rather handsome, lithe and healthily muscled, apparently not one who gives a second thought to missing a meal in the heat of scientific discovery. His emerald eyes are ever so slightly closed to shield from the stock of ambient light in the plane. Gentle, slightly darker smudges edge the underneath of his eyes, betray his lack of sleep in current times, but also, combined with the inconsistent whisps of sparse facial hair along his sleek jawline and naturally olive complexion gives him a somewhat dark and rugged appeal, like the uncut gem, that, in its imperfection, catches a light at some angles and shines of its own nature, rather than in the jeweler's cut to shine consistently in an artificial state.
Djalos nods. "I would appreciate it if your friend would guide me to my room, yes."
"Waste of good magic that was, then."
He runs his hand through raven black hair, leaving his hand behind his neck for a moment as he looks away from Sam and into the distance over Jeran and She-Who-Has-Not-Been-Named.
"Jeran, wings coming in at your 7."
He places his hands on his hips with bent elbows and a based out stance, his half-laced, green high-tops about two feet apart below his dark pants lined with rows of colored liquids in tubes which continue from just above his knees to end at his waist where a stitched black and grey short sleeve turtleneck shirt starts
An uncut gem is an accurate metaphor to describe him with. He's naturally rather handsome, lithe and healthily muscled, apparently not one who gives a second thought to missing a meal in the heat of scientific discovery. His emerald eyes are ever so slightly closed to shield from the stock of ambient light in the plane. Gentle, slightly darker smudges edge the underneath of his eyes, betray his lack of sleep in current times, but also, combined with the inconsistent whisps of sparse facial hair along his sleek jawline and naturally olive complexion gives him a somewhat dark and rugged appeal, like the uncut gem, that, in its imperfection, catches a light at some angles and shines of its own nature, rather than in the jeweler's cut to shine consistently in an artificial state.
::I see them.::
Jeran shifted into his humanoid form. "The girl doesn't understand. She has the mental capacity of a small child. She isn't capable of choosing for herself. So now things are complicated. Do we trust the angel guy blind or do we verify first? I'm leaning towards verify. Just because something in the lower planes looks like an angel doesn't automatically make him one of the good guys."
He shot a worried glance towards where the group around Tryko'Sam was working to undo whatever awful thing had been done to him.
"I don't trust anyone here, or there, or... Ug..."
Settro quickly decides he doesn't wanna keep talking.
vis attempts to refuse the tiger, not wanting any help from an infernals pet, let alone one that just assaulted a student. He could face an infernal, both, if need be.
"I think they said they would come get us when they're ready."
Sara does a spin in front of the large mirror, trying to see her dress from the back by getting there before her reflection did. Needless to say, it didn't work.
Ephebe sighed. Waiting. She hated waiting. It was inefficient and she had things to do...none of which she could do at the moment since she couldn't get anywhere near Avalon.
"I...uh....don't think sitting around and waiting is this group's forte. You guys look about as antsy as I feel. Is that Lang out there at the gazebo? Maybe we can go and ask him what there is to do for fun here while we wait," she said, putting on a cheerful smile and trying to put a good face on the short attention span of the group as a whole, her included.
"If it's not actually a poison it might be a curse which are my specialty"
The Detect Curse is cast, and there's no visible indication of such on Tryko'Sam. Whatever this is, it isn't a curse or poison, apparently. Or it's well masked in some manner or another that limits David's impressive array of perceptions.
While doing his study, the two winged beings finally arrive and alight upon the ground near the group of Hot Teen Men, plus Chosen One. She cowers a bit more, inhuman creatures clearly causing her to assume a submissive pose instantly.
Similar to the creature from the Abyss that sent them here, or guided them, these two are questionable in their gender, dressed in gleaming plate armor that appears ornate and new, with runes and such, in the language of the Celestials. Nothing said out right, but, devotions to Good and Order, and such, with blessings and what not.
The Teens feel the intense presence of Good, and Law, almost immediately, and a shine occurs on everyone's skin, from the Blessing received earlier, still in effect. Tryko'Sam twitches once more, as before, but this time ...he seems to not die right off the bat, twitching slightly while laying on his back. Something new there.
The two look casually about, then towards Jeran and the others, nodding briefly at David as if in silent greeting to their own, a slight look of pity when beholding Settro.
The one speaks, and anyone with intelligence, understands, "Greetings, Visitors from Beyond the Planes of Heaven. You stand before the Heralds of Visitors and Keeper of Guests for the Keep of ... his mighty and powerful, General Appointed." Then it stops speaking.
"Curiously, why do you bring a corpse to this Plane?" This seems out of pure curiosity, from the other, before it stops and sighs, looking as if it did something off, and straightens. "My deepest apologies, Travelers, may we help guide you to your destination? It is not often that the Living visit, without Good reason."
They have beautiful voices. They are charming and angelic. They are clearly Angel type Outsiders, geared and calm. No indication of malice whatsoever. With a perceptive Sense Motive, it's obvious they are distracted by something to do with Settro, and Tryko'Sam, but do not play their hand blatantly about it.
Dave's celestial blood sings at the presence of the two beings and his halo involontsrially manafests with his fire barely being suppressed from following. He bows his head a fraction and places his balled fist squarely into his open palm as a formal gesture of respect.
At their questioning he answered "because we couldn't abandon him where he was."
Having properly greeted David and watching his reaction, plus response, the two angelic beings smile briefly.
The Herald, who spoke first, then asks, "I see. It appears that the being in question has some health issues. It" indicating Tryko'Sam, "appears ill. Perhaps some curative magics might be needed? That one there, seems to be ill as well," indicating Settro. "Why have you come to Heaven, if we may inquire?"
The other, Keeper, takes it's gaze off Tryko'Sam, where it had strayed again due to some more twitching and rasping of breath, back to David.
"We wish to know your purpose, and help guide you to where you will go. You are of course, welcome, however-- we are in a state of conflict which requires a readiness that brings caution. The sooner your intentions are known, the better. It is obvious you have the means to travel the Realms, so we shall not concern ourselves with the how."
The Chosen One peeks up, then reverts to her cowering position again. Her plight, if any, does not appear to move or affect the angelic creatures. She almost doesn't appear to be noticed by them.
"I'll be fine. I'm "ill" because I'm not used to this... Setting."
"I'll be fine. I'm "ill" because I'm not used to this... Setting."
Keeper speaks to Settro, replying with, "If there is naught that can be done to assist you, Visitor, your best wishes are in my thoughts and being. You have but to ask, and we shall see if something can be done to aid you. That is my appointed duty and purpose."
The good will and aura embraces Settro from the Keeper, nearly tangible in it's presence. These are clearly beings that are representation of Good and Order.
"Kaaay."
Sara stops spinning and gets ready to follow Ephebe, grabbing her broom while she's at it.
Kevin gives a small wave when the angel squad arrives and watches with interest as Dave perks up and gives a salute, smiling slightly at the happy demeanor he takes on.
"We need to get him back. They can treat him there. You want me to take him back Jeran? I can rejoin you right after."
If Jeran answers in the affirmative he'll ask if Dave has a stray feather to trace back with, or anyone else has something similar on them.
"Why are you in a state of conflict?" Jeran asks the Angels politely, watching their reactions carefully. He stands near the girl, ready to grab her and make a run for it at a moment's notice if he felt it was necessary. The longer this went on, the more he suspected that the best course of action was to take her back to Avalon. In a fight between order and chaos he wasn't sure that it would benefit them to let either side win.
::Be ready to get the girl and Tryko'Sam both out of here and back to Avalon. I don't think we can trust either side,:: he said to Kevin. His mental voice sounded weak and distant. It was a considerable strain to use this method of communication without first shifting into wolf form. It was a trick he hadn't even tried in years. Not since his brother died.
"Nah, I don't wear clothes, usually. I've got scales. I just came to see what you were doing. The view is rather dull, quiet and peaceful and all that. I couldn't manage to stay at a place like this for very long."
Tarka passively bobs back and forth, rather cheery, with something of a creepy smile- lizards aren't really supposed to try and smile. Though, she isn't very threatening, as she's still no bigger then a housecat.
Midori blinked as she tried to make the connection between scales and clothes. That confused her. She knew plenty of nagaji in her homeland that were scaled but still wore clothing.
"I was just... putting my pack away." Midori lied, fidgeting slightly as she did.
"Peaceful isn't bad, I think." she said wistfully, trying to change the subject. "Peace is hard to find, and all it takes it one person to disrupt it. We should treasure it while we can."
"No, but it is dull. If there were no problems, or if it was easy, there would be so little enjoyment in peace."
Tarka's tail twitches back and forth passively, looking up at you with a seeming complete lack of suspicion.
Midori looks at Tarka, wondering briefly how different Tarka's upbringing must be from her own. "Maybe, but such times also teach us patience and discipline, ne?"
Lewis is somewhere in the temple, frantically trying to find where Tara teleported off to.
He worriedly mumbles strange half-language to himself as he looks.
Midori looks at Tarka, wondering briefly how different Tarka's upbringing must be from her own. "Maybe, but such times also teach us patience and discipline, ne?"
"Ug. That sounds terrible."
Tarka makes a little bit of a "blech" face.
"Why are you in a state of conflict?" Jeran asks the Angels politely, watching their reactions carefully. He stands near the girl, ready to grab her and make a run for it at a moment's notice if he felt it was necessary. The longer this went on, the more he suspected that the best course of action was to take her back to Avalon. In a fight between order and chaos he wasn't sure that it would benefit them to let either side win.
::Be ready to get the girl and Tryko'Sam both out of here and back to Avalon. I don't think we can trust either side,:: he said to Kevin. His mental voice sounded weak and distant. It was a considerable strain to use this method of communication without first shifting into wolf form. It was a trick he hadn't even tried in years. Not since his brother died.
With the utmost of patience, and politeness, the Herald speaks saying, "There is a matter at hand, which is a challenge presented to us from an external party that has been agreed to. Unless you are a participating member of said challenge-- which include various mortal beings that none of you males appear to be party too, as well as Outsiders of the Prime Material, the best for anyone not involved, is to avoid engaging in. Those that would know, do, and those that are safer not included, best remain uninvolved. I hope this makes sense, or I could attempt to explain it again, apologies for my intentional vagueness."
No malice, or arrogance (per say), and the voice is beautiful and kind when it speaks.
It smiles at the response, vague as it is, and then adds, "I cannot help but notice that either by choice, or lack of attention, our inquiries as to why you grace the Heavens with your presence, goes unanswered. Is there any reason you opt to do this?"
"Stuff and things, little of this, lot of that" Sil says, being deliberately vague. They wanted an answer, but it wasn't his place to give the exact details. Besides, he wasn't sure these two should know the true.
Midori looks at Tarka, wondering briefly how different Tarka's upbringing must be from her own. "Maybe, but such times also teach us patience and discipline, ne?""Ug. That sounds terrible."
Tarka makes a little bit of a "blech" face.
"That which is difficult makes us better." Midori replies, though it sounds distinctly like she is quoting some adage rather than speaking for herself. "Both patience and discipline are important in combat."
"Or you could just be magically powerful."
Kevin hands Dave a blob of orange... something...
"Here. I need you to hold this. He won't bite. And please don't let him get killed. Sentient oozes are hard to make."
He shoulders Tryko'Sam easily, even stronger now in his human form than dragon, because magic makes sense.
"We're here to save someone who doesn't know enough to make proper choices."
Settro says, blunt and uncaring, clearly wanting this to be over as soon as possible.
"Or you could just be magically powerful."
Midori just shrugs at that assertion, her melodious voice quiet as the girl seems to be in a pensive mood. "Maybe. I don't know much about magic Tarka-san, but being powerful won't give you the patience to wait for the right time to strike, or the dscipline to not get angry when things go wrong."
"I've worked with madness for a while. Get powerful enough, and you need very little of either of those things."
Tybalt, for lack of anything to do has begun to read the text book for the crafting class he now takes first block instead of unarmed combat.
"So you can do that..."
Meanwhile, somewhere in the school, a hedgehog is attempting to drag an indigo t-shirt through the hallway.
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"Stuff and things, little of this, lot of that" Sil says, being deliberately vague. They wanted an answer, but it wasn't his place to give the exact details. Besides, he wasn't sure these two should know the true.
Both the Herald and Keeper watch Silinrul's features as he speaks, then turn to listen to Settro as he does. An interruption occurs though, with Kevin's actions.
Kevin hands Dave a blob of orange... something...
"Here. I need you to hold this. He won't bite. And please don't let him get killed. Sentient oozes are hard to make."
He shoulders Tryko'Sam easily, even stronger now in his human form than dragon, because magic makes sense.
As Kevin lifts and hoists Tryko'Sam over his shoulder, assuming that's the fireman carry position intended, something within Tryko'Sam shifts, bends, or crumples in reaction to the act. There's a rude cough/puke of blood and parts, that spew out of Tryko'Sam's mouth, falling also to the ground and instantly starts hissing. A combination of the burning effect from before and something else. Most of it gone within instants.
The twin angelic beings frown, peering at the noise and action, concern etched on their androgynous features. They then look back to Settro as he finishes.
"We're here to save someone who doesn't know enough to make proper choices."
Settro says, blunt and uncaring, clearly wanting this to be over as soon as possible.
"It is a shame that you two do not feel comfortable in our presence, here in Heaven, to speak freely with us. It is our presumption then, that you are the third party recently included in the Challenge. Will you confirm that you are indeed the Third Party to this ...conflict? If not, then as Keeper," the Keeper speaks, "of Guests, I fear I may require revoking your privileges and place you under arrest for your and our safety. If you can alleviate my concern-- and perhaps tend to your odd companion, who burns with the taint of evil, it may resolve this haphazard interaction. Consider yourselves ...suspect." With that said, the Herald inhales (in a fashion) and seems to become more authoritarian and majestic, focused now were it was somewhat casual and conversational before.
The Herald, frowns at the words of the Keeper and does the same sort of inhale and swelling in magnitude of potency, alert. "Visitors-- be it known, your purpose here in Heaven is suspect and all rights afforded you as Guests stands in question. Speak your intent, or be known as invaders of this Good and Orderly place."
Seems they didn't take kindly to the vague and unclear responses, anyone with Diplomacy would notice this immediately. Even people without Diplomacy would.
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"I don't know much more. Someone... Being her. That's it, really. Save her butt, fix him up. That's all I'm doing here. Trust me, I want this to be over as soon as possible... This faster this is over, the Better."
Dave winces at the heavenly beings' words as he accepts the orange blob, handing the alchemist the asked for feather in return "look we aren't trying to pick a fight, we're just trying to do the right thing, defend the innocent, stuff like that"
Jeran put himself between the girl and the angels, ready to grab her and run towards Kevin to get out of here at speed if necessary.
"Sorry, we're feeling a little suspicious. We got dumped into the middle of this suppose contest between order and chaos this morning and we don't know who to believe. So if you could confirm the terms of the contest that would be very helpful to letting us choose the correct course of action. The thing is, the world we come from has been cut off from most extra dimensional meddling for centuries until just a few months ago, so we're not exactly accustomed to these heavy handed methods, and I don't think we want to be. The girl was taken from our world and that makes her our responsibility. I'm not willing to just hand her over blindly to either side, so I'd say explanations are definitely in order," Jeran said, eying both angels suspiciously.
"That's pleasant..."
Kevin shudders as Tryko'Sam wretches behind him.
Hoping the psychic link will support two way communication, he tries to think towards Jeran, giving a support to the connection with his own mental prowess.
"We need to get him out of here. Starting to think this might have lingering affects on him. I can use the gate to get them to the school. They'll be deposited in an isolation ward to quarantine for diseases. I think I can get the rest of us back after we get this cleared up."
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Dave winces at the heavenly beings' words as he accepts the orange blob, handing the alchemist the asked for feather in return "look we aren't trying to pick a fight, we're just trying to do the right thing, defend the innocent, stuff like that"
The two nod in unison though Settro's comments briefly caused them to seem stumped.
The twin angelic beings do not react to Jeran's shifting of position, they seem confident, or not concerned with actually being attacked.
Once Jeran finishes his speech, the Keeper says, "You must follow your heart, Visitor. If you are sided with Chaos, or Evil, which is the opposite of our own alignment to the Cosmic Axis, then we are innately opposed- though we know that beings who harbor evil can repent and change. Especially mortals who are born of the natural process of life. But, that is neither here nor there-- clearly, none of you are capable or have attempted to discern our ties, nor believed our words."
The Herald then says, after Kevin seems to react, "There is something going on with that one." He points towards Tryko'Sam, "Demon filth cannot endure the purity of the Heavens without reacting in the manner just seen. It's baneful existence, especially here, would burn without proper protections or preparations."
The Keeper then looks back to Jeran and says, "The Chosen One, which you clearly did not run off with when you had the chance, is our Guest. She is also the goal of our conflict against the side of Chaos, or Evil. The Ancient Outsiders who sponsored this--"
The Chosen One, incidentally, remains as small and demure as possible.
On starting that path of speaking, the Herald says, "Brother, they are not our Guests, officially and we would break our Duty if we speak of this, per our Assigned General's ...edict." The tone carried is more concern about breaking their word, or duty, both being beings of Order.
Then the Keeper frowns, adding, "We are ... opposed, due to our natures, against the demons that are our opponents. This much is a known thing, but, our goal-- this human child, was presented to us, where before she was hidden for all of her short life. We know naught who to give thanks for this, but, your words move me, Jeran Darkclaw. You are clearly a force for protecting innocents. We can therefore, presume, that your actions are not within the terms of this conflict, unless you have been lured into it by the Outsiders. The dealings of Outsiders is not the point of mortal beings to attend, or participate in, unless mortals wish it, or are called into it. You swear to us, at no time were you invited into this? If such is true, we are duty bound to aid you-- if you ask for it, as a being we seek to assist in existence. Especially if what you claim is true."
That seems to be important for them to hear.
Glancing over at Kevin, the Herald says, "I do not know what ails your dead member, but I would assume that it's death and re-death, not being magical in nature, is a perversion of existence and thus, perhaps due to the demonic essence which it just moments ago spat out. Throw it into holy fire and let the soul, if it remains, be free, for the physical being may be corrupted beyond your mortal skills to restore. I do not know much of who you odd Visitors are, or can do, but, take this advice freely and with the compassion it is intended to provide." Again, no hint of concern in the words, merely a resolution offered.
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"Tell me. What of those Sided with chaos and good, hmm? Is one more important to you then the other? And believing people can change, yet adhering to the edicts of pure law? Not to mention "demon filth" can survive this easily. I know, becuase I'm a demon lord. The only thing that irritates me here is the positive emotions, witch make me mildly I'll."
Settro seems to be revoring.
"And from what I know, you can thank a demon for that. This challenge has a demon leading angels, and an angel leading demons. Naturally, the angel is up-front with this troops, and they resent him. The demon, however, if Probobly just manipulating you effortlessly."
settro has quite the temper on him, and sees no harm in saying what he thinks.
"Of course, I bet you'll be more upset with me telling you this then if I had said nothing, dispite me telling you being the honest thing to do."
Dave frowns and projects telapathically to settro ::wait, I thought we were mostly making an educated guess on the part about a devil being in charge here::
Kevin runs a hand down his face from forehead to chin and inhales. This leads directly into putting the hand in his pocket.
He says nothing but inwardly ponders the lack of tact from two of his four fellow HotMen.
"Tell me. What of those Sided with chaos and good, hmm? Is one more important to you then the other? And believing people can change, yet adhering to the edicts of pure law? Not to mention "demon filth" can survive this easily. I know, becuase I'm a demon lord. The only thing that irritates me here is the positive emotions, witch make me mildly I'll."
Settro seems to be revoring.
"And from what I know, you can thank a demon for that. This challenge has a demon leading angels, and an angel leading demons. Naturally, the angel is up-front with this troops, and they resent him. The demon, however, if Probobly just manipulating you effortlessly."
settro has quite the temper on him, and sees no harm in saying what he thinks.
"Of course, I bet you'll be more upset with me telling you this then if I had said nothing, dispite me telling you being the honest thing to do."
Upon Settro's utterance of being a Demon Lord, it appears /something/ in the air takes heed, perhaps the plane of existence itself, and he begins to feel ...a burning sensation.
Clearly what the angelic beings stated was true, they have yet to lie, as the Evil within him beings to sizzle in the presence of this place.
If he's ever traveled to one of the Planes of Heaven before, this probably hasn't happened, but it's happening now and it's starting to get very warm for him.
"You are unwelcome and uninvited to this place, Demon Lord. In the interest of your well being, you best depart, henceforth. We can do nothing to stop this place from acting against you. It is beyond our decree." The Keeper says with concern in his voice.
"Really now? Fine. Whatever. It's not like I've been of any use anyway."
Settro will step back through the portal if possible, knowing using anything to save himself would just piss the angels off.
"Here. Get him to the school and tell the infirmary what happened. Make sure Ryo know we may need another portal."
He shuffles Tryko'Sam over to Settro and drops the card Ryo gave him on the ground, allowing a portal to open to an isolation lab in the school's infirmary.
As soon as Settro is through, It closes again.
"Here. Get him to the school and tell the infirmary what happened. Make sure Ryo know we may need another portal."
He shuffles Tryko'Sam over to Settro and drops the card Ryo gave him on the ground, allowing a portal to open to an isolation lab in the school's infirmary.
As soon as Settro is through, It closes again.
As tensions rise and increase, Silinrul readies a defensive spell to throw up, should the right opportunity present itself.
Initiative
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"You know," he muttered, "it's starting to become an unpleasant pattern that the faculty supervision they send on these field trips causes more problems than they help with."
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Effectively, everyone is surprised, as just as Kevin puts down the Card to create a portal and the edges of it manifests into the typical Gate like effect, however Settro is holding Tryko'Sam, the previously vomiting and twitching figure becomes a bloody mess of flesh ripping apart with the skeleton leaping up and away, towards the Chosen One.
In a blur of motion, the skeletal thing, which at this point David can see has the effect of Transmutation active on it, bounds to the Chosen One, and effectively grabs her in a classic, 'I can snap her neck in a heart beat' position.
Tryko'Sam, effectively, melts down off Settro, unless Settro continues to hold onto his ...skin. The skeleton appears to have a good portion of the organs and such, but nothing about the creature looks healthy in the least. The instant after this, even, flesh is growing back nearly instantly-- it might be utterly revolting for faint of heart, and clearly demonstrates that whatever is doing this, is the cause for Tryko'Sam's ...condition. A prisoner, of some sort.
The Angels, gasp (in a fashion), and weapons spring to their hands, a mace and a long sword respectively, as they ...move to get better positioned, and yet, aren't completely concerned with the situation.
Likely, they have confidence in something, or awareness the Team Hot Guys might not, about the Chosen One, or, they as before, do not give her that much attention for one reason or another.
There's an instant of Tryko'Sam apparently being 'aware' of where he is, but that's as short lived as a catching a blink, and a meaty sort of crunch, is heard as before, but he's standing and holding the girl-- or the Thing riding his body is doing that.
Then Tryko'Sam's voice 'speaks', "Stay back-- or the Chosen One dies, before the appointed ...and extended, time, Dwellers of Heaven. These children have proven excellent allies," it out right lies / Bluffs fantastically... and, sadly, neither angelic being appears to disbelieve it.
Herald Sense Motive:
Keeper Sense Motive:
"Chaos will return with she, who we seek, and I will claim the prize offered by the Outsiders. Stay perfectly still... or no one will claim the prize."
Needless to say, the Chosen One goes limp in total fear and terror, passing out from fright.
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"You know what? If no once claims it... All the better. You both suck."
Settro turns into a large red dragon, snarling at this creature. He will move within melee range if possible.