THE Rakki Okane enters through the door to the cafeteria, striking a pose and expecting to be rushed by fans.
The hedgehog squeaks something I can only assume Pyry won't understand.
Ace barely acknowledges Repp, but gives a very terse reply of "Nope".
He gets a surprising variety of food, small samples and portions from pretty much all the different types of racial and cultural options, sans the stuff for the Firebirds. He's not gotten that much of an iron stomach, yet.
Grim, still somewhat out of breath from his early activity is is also given some significant pause, though is not effected quite as much as his friend and retains some measure of speech as he leans on his friend " you look nice Mindori... Not that you don't always look nice... Just.. Yeah, nice"Midori is suddenly extremely glad that Ignace didn't come with them, with the way Grim and Lang were reacting. A similar reaction from Ignace - or even the lack of such a reaction - would probably make Midori all flustered and unable to focus.
Instead she just grins at Grim happily. "Thank you, Grim-kun."
already set with food more accustom to each guest's tastes.
"No."
vis says, rather plainly.
"Do you even want friends, Vis? I mean, come on, we can have them here! It's not like back on the Sun."
"Oh, yeah. Friends would be kinda nice. But it hasn't even been a day. I've met a few people, but I can't say I know them, nor do they know me. I think I actually made some people nervous."
"Well, worst case scenario, you've still got me and the neat toys I can make, right? Just.. no more of those little tiny cats. They tear up leather."
"... Yeah."
vis clearly has something on his mind, but seems to be avoiding it.
Gets a serious look, but her grin is semi-infectous. "Oh my gosh! What did you do?""Well, I got detention for 'disrupting class' so could be better. But nothing too awful," she said with an irrepressible grin.Janie twirled her drumsticks and beat out a rhythm only she could hear as she stood in the lunch line."Hey!" he says walking up to Janie. "How's your day going?"
"Minor indoor thunderstorm. I was bored. Basic Arcana is not the most energetic class ever, ya know? It's hard to pay attention during lectures. At first it was just making a little cloud....and then I may have gotten a little carried away. Just a little," she said unrepentantly, tucking her drumsticks into her back pocket. "How about you? Your day going less eventfully than mine I hope?"
::Good! ...and don't fret about the ice. It seems normal around here anymore, and you are getting better.::::I think it probably is. Connections with other people will help her gain the motivation and strength to keep the other at bay. She needs to know that she is not alone.::::She blushed at the boy. I hope that's a good sign...:: Ryuzo sends to Nala.
::I'd feel better about it if I were doing it voluntarily. I'm...uncomfortable using my fey abilities. Not least of all because of a very reasonable fear of drawing my mother's attention. But all the stresses of the last few days...it just keeps erupting. ::
THE Rakki Okane enters through the door to the cafeteria, striking a pose and expecting to be rushed by fans.
Janie glanced at the weird guy posing in the doorway of the cafeteria.
"You know that guy?" she asks, pointing at Rakki. "He looks kinda familiar, but I can't quite remember who he actually is."
He doesn't, but that doesn't stop Pyry from taking flight, shifting mid-run to take to the air with Jericho in his talons.
Asha nearly stumbled when Pyry, who had been dragging her along, let go of her hand and took off. Instead she turned a somersault and popped back onto her feet, following at a less breakneck pace.
Jeran turned and looked at the angel thoughtfully before heading through the portal, sending the girl ahead with one of the others.
::Can you help us rescue our friend and/or get him unpossessed? I won't leave him under the control of some demon. He's a good person. I'm guessing anything else I ask of you involving this contest and information and such violates your orders? We need to know as much as we can, but I will respect your position on that.::
"Um. You're welcome. Um. I didn't do it on purpose. Sometimes I still get a little overwhelmed by the crowds myself. It would seem," she said, somewhat uncomfortably.
For just a moment, as she looks nervously at the thronging students, her eyes flash that bright purple color. They don't actually change but the purple goes over them like the glint of an oil slick on water. She squeezes them shut clenches her fists for several moments. When she opens her eyes and relaxes her hands, her eyes are their usual breathtaking blue. When she speaks, her voice is very small and it is suddenly more obvious than ever that she is only fourteen and a long way from home, "How will I ever keep her out?"
Again Ehos seems momentarily taken by a fit as Alys speaks, recovering a little more quickly this time and not losing his grip on anything. He does seem to absent rub at his temple afterwards though.
The datapad flashes up once again: 'Er... A name would be a pretty specific thing to guess, wouldn't it?'
She smiles broadly, so happy to be understood that she totally misses his discomfort, and her words in that very strange language start spilling out of her mouth.
She stops talking abruptly, as someone who has just realized she is babbling at mach 7 is apt to do.
"Minor indoor thunderstorm. I was bored. Basic Arcana is not the most energetic class ever, ya know? It's hard to pay attention during lectures. At first it was just making a little cloud....and then I may have gotten a little carried away. Just a little," she said unrepentantly, tucking her drumsticks into her back pocket. "How about you? Your day going less eventfully than mine I hope?"
He laughs "With rain n' everything? No wonder you got detention."
Janie glanced at the weird guy posing in the doorway of the cafeteria.
"You know that guy?" she asks, pointing at Rakki. "He looks kinda familiar, but I can't quite remember who he actually is."
"huh?" he says turning toward the door.
"Isn't he a musician? He looks kinda like that one Okane guy..."
::I'd feel better about it if I were doing it voluntarily. I'm...uncomfortable using my fey abilities. Not least of all because of a very reasonable fear of drawing my mother's attention. But all the stresses of the last few days...it just keeps erupting. ::
::Of course, but a week ago the entire hallway would have been coated in ice, is all I'm saying. Progress.:: He smiles at her, warm and proud.
"Hmm?" Sorchan looked up from updating his lesson plans. "Yes, of course. What's on your mind?" he asked, setting aside the grade book and sitting on the edge of his desk.
Ardiente fiddles with his hands still clasped behind his back, looking a little uncomfortable. He glances around to ensure the classroom is empty before speaking.
"Erm... sir." he begins somewhat formally, the nervous tone creeping into his voice. "I..." another pause, then the nervous firebird blurts: "I wanted to formally request permission to court your daughter."
"I'm thinking we're less likely to be interrupted in the observatory."
Tyrrin just nods and falls in next to Jaiye, heading to the last place the observatory was in the school. Using the arrows when the hallway was this crowded could end up being a little confusing.
Luckily the entrance is still in the same place.
Sweeping into the room and onto the sofa, Tyrrin gives Jaiye a warm smile.
"So, I've missed a fair bit it seems."
Asha laughed, glad to have the freedom to move around again. Sitting in one place was hard for her.
"Okay. You coming Rena? Or are you going to check on Bradley again? Tell him I said hello if you do," she said before Pyry dragged her off in his enthusiasm to search for Tybalt.
"Ohhh..." Rena said playfully. "I'll tag along with you guys for a bit. Then get some lunch for Bradley. He'll like that I'm sure." she said happily.
When Pyry shifts into bird form and darts away from the girls, Rena flexes her own wings and takes off after him, scooping up Asha in her strong arms as she does.
Midori sits down at her meal looking somewhat shocked. She really wasn't expecting to see foods she recognized. She glances around the table and sees that her serving is distinct and apparently tailored to her.
Instantly her paranoia kicks in, wanting to know how much they know about her and why they would go to such lengths. A small but convincing part of her brain whispers that Lang must have told them at least something about her.
That calms her down enough to sit and smile politely. She's the perfect guest, waiting and watching to see if there are any rituals to be observed before eating.
"Itadakimasu." she says quietly before beginning to eat.
Ace barely acknowledges Repp, but gives a very terse reply of "Nope".
He gets a surprising variety of food, small samples and portions from pretty much all the different types of racial and cultural options, sans the stuff for the Firebirds. He's not gotten that much of an iron stomach, yet.
Repp's blood red eyes narrow slightly at that but he nods. "I see." he replies blankly, something of a match for Ace's own tone.
"Is anyone investigating? I should offer my talents." Repp continues, not getting anything to eat for himself as he trails along next to Ace.
She smiles broadly, so happy to be understood that she totally misses his discomfort, and her words in that very strange language start spilling out of her mouth.
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She stops talking abruptly, as someone who has just realized she is babbling at mach 7 is apt to do.
'Ugh. Headache, sorry.' Ehos replies, rubbing at his temple again.
'Well, I've always had a gift with sound. Most of my magic is related to sound as well.' he displays with a shrug. 'That's probably why my voice basically blows everything up now, so I can't really talk. We can get lunch though. I'm starving.' he smiles, thoughts wandering to Jaiye and wondering if she would be there.
'So, how long have you.. uhh.. not been understood?'
Tarka just eats whatever they gave her. She isn't picky, and it's not like people prepare rotten things.
"Keme" Ace isn't being rude to Repp, he's just not in the mood to talk to anybody. Well, there was one person he wished he could talk to, but he hadn't seen Ty in quite awhile.
After grabbing several trays of food, Ace turns to leave the cafeteria, intending to go back to his room.
Midori sits down at her meal looking somewhat shocked. She really wasn't expecting to see foods she recognized. She glances around the table and sees that her serving is distinct and apparently tailored to her.
Instantly her paranoia kicks in, wanting to know how much they know about her and why they would go to such lengths. A small but convincing part of her brain whispers that Lang must have told them at least something about her.
That calms her down enough to sit and smile politely. She's the perfect guest, waiting and watching to see if there are any rituals to be observed before eating.
"Itadakimasu." she says quietly before beginning to eat.
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Jeran turned and looked at the angel thoughtfully before heading through the portal, sending the girl ahead with one of the others.
::Can you help us rescue our friend and/or get him unpossessed? I won't leave him under the control of some demon. He's a good person. I'm guessing anything else I ask of you involving this contest and information and such violates your orders? We need to know as much as we can, but I will respect your position on that.::
The girl goes ahead, she's mostly a human sheep at this point-- docile, stunned by all the awesome wondrous and terrifying things going on, easy to lead.
Thus, she goes through the portal.
Just as Jeran pauses or turns to look back, before heading in, the Angel smiles warmly at Jeran and says, "My offer was too subtle, and the Chosen One is not Destined to ask for assistance directly-- nor have you. Regardless of that, I appoint myself her Guardian, and will aid and guide her and you, Jeran Darkclaw, who has proved what a Champion of Good embodies. My other Duties will not interfere with this Act, as it is my paramount purpose in existing, defining who and what I am. As for your declaration of the other, who was Dismissed, I fear that there was nothing Good in that being, though I can seek to aid you. I will profess to not know where-- it's original Plane is, though, inquiries may be made. I will need you to allow me to gift you, or mark you such that I may return to your or her side."
That said, it focuses it's attention on Jeran, awaiting what easily is a yes or no response.
As the din within the Cafeteria starts to pick up, Anahita casually glances around-- stopping to peer over at the short white skinned gnome in line with Ace, narrowing her gaze briefly in their direction while her expressive face displays thought.
Then she, slowly, beings to sweeps the rest of the Cafeteria for those others that have joined, stopping here and there, tilting her head ever so slightly as if 'hearing' something along with the visuals her eyes provide.
Eventually, however, having stopped any pretense of eating, she shuts her eyes, listening to something no one else can hear. Her body language is sort of that someone dozing off might have, but she looks healthy and well, as usual.
As the groups sits to eat, and the rest of the monks and guests arrive. everyone takes a seat. but waits patiently until all are seated.
Lang demonstrates the need for patience, and to wait for all to be seated.
Once all have been seated, there is a Bong of a large bell, that sounds throughout the Temple.
at the sound of the bell everyone enjoys their meal.
As they eat, Lang looks to Sara, then to Midori. Both of you look very nice. Midori, I hope the cooks prepared your meal to your liking, I tried my best to tell them what you like. it wasn't easy to find information about your culture so I could explain it.
Mel spent all morning working with Arthur, pouring over ideas and looking at this rift from every possible angle.
Despite being fairly engrossed in her work she does takes a moment here and there to just admire Arthur's abilities as well as how well everyone seems to be working together. (but mostly watching Arthur work)
ya know, I still have this feeling that this rift is being controlled by someone or something. I just can't prove it, but I fear that the best place to activate the device would be inside the rift. all my calculations give that the best chance of success.
"I'm not sure if a rift like this can be controlled. Someone or something could be trying for all we know, but the most important thing is that we close this thing. We can worry about assigning blame later when our universe isn't in danger of destruction."
"Are you going to be able to get out of the rift after activating the device?" she asked, concerned.
Mel looks to her "teacher" Aananda, Oh don't worry about me, I'll find a way out. getting into and out of trouble is kind of a specialty of mine. she says trying to use humor to hide her nervousness about the situation.
Its pretty obvious that getting out does concern her, but she does her best to hide it.
Kim seems to not mind Dara's method of communication, though sometimes she struggles to understand him, and she asks him to "say" something again. but when she does she tries to be polite about it.
So, where do you like to have lunch Dara? You will have to show me since this is my very first day here.
After standing for a few seconds, Rakki sighs, letting his chest sink back in from where it was jutted out.
He mumbles something under his breath, containing the phrase 'backwater' as he goes to take a seat near a window to the garden.
Usually being the one to be approached, he doesn't start any conversations.
He laces his fingers and sets his head on them, propped up by his elbows.
On the other side of the cafeteria, Rakki also gets in line, shuffling through to the window.
"Is anything here organic?"
He asks, doubting the origins of anything in the line.
Tarka hardly eats anything, but considering she's not much bigger then a housecat, this shouldn't be surprising.
grim digs into the food and joins in on coversation "so lang, what's the ceramony going to be like, are you going to have a mistic bender battle where you kick everyone's butt till they acknowledge you as master?"
Lewis eats basically anything in front of him, not even to the exclusivity of napkins or placemats.
He does, however, growl if presented with knives of any kind.
The things with wings arrive in the infirmary.
Arrows direct to a room that looks like a cross between a hospital ward and an industrial freezer.
Visible through a large glass window, Tybalt lays on a hospital bed, positioned under a monitoring device.
A textbook labeled "Magical Crafting: Theory and Practice" is on the bedside table.
His tail hangs down, flicking back and forth.
This shows he is in fact alive, and if Pyry's kitty has a tail, he'll recognize that it means discomfort.
Adina walks around, watching the other students. She could only watch. Sometimes she could even figure out what they were saying. It was slightly boring, but it was all-
What was that?
"Doggies do that. They come from wolves that live in big families and fight for who gets to be the daddy."
Sara happily contribues.
:)
Lang tries not to but he does laugh a little, I am afraid that we do not do that here, the air bending monks are pretty peaceful people. and besides with the exception of the senior masters, I probably could kick everyone's butt. he adds trying to be a little impressive.
but bragging is so unlike Lang, he does come across as only joking around.
After standing for a few seconds, Rakki sighs, letting his chest sink back in from where it was jutted out.
He mumbles something under his breath, containing the phrase 'backwater' as he goes to take a seat near a window to the garden.
Usually being the one to be approached, he doesn't start any conversations.
He laces his fingers and sets his head on them, propped up by his elbows.
On the other side of the cafeteria, Rakki also gets in line, shuffling through to the window.
"Is anything here organic?"
He asks, doubting the origins of anything in the line.
it doesn't take long before Florence has sat down with a tray of food, mostly meat, nearby.
"Hay. You look famillar."
Lang feels someone glaring at him at that line, though if he looks around he most everyone seems to be enjoying the festivities
Jericho rolls into a ball, luckily pulling the shirt around him so Pyry doesn't get a talon full of quills.
He's fairly nonplussed about being carried by a predator, but the cold doesn't bother him at all.
He doesn't seem to be able to hear through the window, especially when spoken to quietly.
Rakki veritably bolts upright at the mention.
"Really? I do? At all?"
He seems quiet excited by the prospect that someone might know him.