"Mm. Interesting. Where do you plan to go that you could be back here over a weekend?"
"Mm. Interesting. Where do you plan to go that you could be back here over a weekend?"
"Oh, I just meant in general. Nowhere planned... Though, I can get places really fast, and never get tired."
"Sounds like that'd come in handy. Is that only when you're walking or just in general?"
"Sounds like that'd come in handy. Is that only when you're walking or just in general?"
"Just in general i never get tired. Still need to sleep from time to time, for mental reasons, but other then that..."
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In his room in the infirmary, Tybalt runs his paws down the new shorts.
"These really are nice. I'm sure they can help you with the endurance part here. That's one of the hard parts about magic- keeping it up for a while." He smiles and sits back on the bed, enjoying the company.
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"I don't think that's it. I tried for a long time to practice and make it last longer, but it only ever got me extra days, and I haven't gotten past nine yet."
"Well, even then. There's only so much a person can do on their own. Now you've got probably the best facility in the universe for the study of magic all at your clawtips. Wait. No. You guys don't have claws. That's really just me. Fingertips? Feathertips? Anyways. It's a school after all. And even if you can't find anyone here that can help as you need, I could probably help you with some endurance training. I might not be able to do many spells like other people, but a warlock does know how to keep it going."
He smiles, happy to offer his assistance.
"You can just keep going and going."
He finishes.
"If I was in your position I'd take full advantage of that."
He takes another swig from the bottle of fizzy, red liquid.
"So what are you here for, if you've already figured me out."
"You can just keep going and going."
He finishes.
"If I was in your position I'd take full advantage of that."
He takes another swig from the bottle of fizzy, red liquid.
"So what are you here for, if you've already figured me out."
"Im here to learn things. Settle down for a little while. Meet new people. possibly find out about some other things..."
she practically whispers at the end! but really isn't making too much of an effort to conceal her thoughts.
"Care to elaborate?"
He asks simply.
"No... I... No. Maybe."
"Up to you. I won't push."
He states, evenly.
"Much."
He adds with a grin.
Having finished his meal, the previously inert duplicate takes the tray away, leaving only the bottle with what remains in it.
"Up to you. I won't push."
He states, evenly.
"Much."
He adds with a grin.
Having finished his meal, the previously inert duplicate takes the tray away, leaving only the bottle with what remains in it.
Florence quietly resumes eating, before saying-
"I mean, compared to what I've seen around here, it seems so... Silly. To have such a problem."
"I mean, it's up to you to tell anyone or not, but you're not going to get any help from anyone if no one else knows about it."
Makes sense enough.
He's obviously interested in knowing, but not one to prod. He is, however, quite easy to talk to.
"I mean, it's up to you to tell anyone or not, but you're not going to get any help from anyone if no one else knows about it."
Makes sense enough.
He's obviously interested in knowing, but not one to prod. He is, however, quite easy to talk to.
"Ehheh, I know. It just makes me nervous, and it's stupid."
"Can't be that bad. There's nothing visibly different about you. You've got hair most firebirds would kill for, nice eyes. What could be that bad?"
He leans back, taking another swig from his bottle, the last of it.
" the tails."
she mutters, almost imperceptibly.
He leans in towards her.
"You're gonna need to speak up just a little bit, hon."
He says gently.
He leans in towards her.
"You're gonna need to speak up just a little bit, hon."
He says gently.
"The tails."
"No way! You too?"
He smiles wide, throwing his arms out to the sides.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
He smiles, leaning on the table.
"I... What? You have... I thought I was the only one. I could show you... Somewhere else. It's embarrassing, and this is a little... Public."
Dave snorts "to satisfy me it'd normally require a table full of food, but since we're rather busy, just grab whatever meat you can, and anything especially high in calories"
He then glances about and noticed a couple people in the infirmary he recognized, he'd have to ask them what's going on later.
"I'm done eating if you are. We could go back to my room."
"I'm done eating if you are. We could go back to my room."
"Sounds alright."
He flourishes a hand in the direction of the door.
The duplicate at this point has vanished.
He guides to his room, not actually using the arrows, simply taking a few turns and arriving there quickly.
He opens the door and steps inside.
"Would you like to go first or should I?"
He takes off the jacket from his suit and tosses it at a chair. It vanishes in a puff of white smoke that dissipates into nothing.
Flourence looks him over, skeptical.
"You first. I still don't quite believe you."
He undoes his belt.
"I don't show this to a lot of people. You should feel lucky that you get to see it."
He turns around and displays a fluffy raccoon tail, brown like his hair and with black stripes.
His swishes it back and forth, also swaying his hips a bit to show it off.
"See? 100% real. Got ears too."
He brushes his hair around with both hands, widening his stance a bit to support his pants.
As he brushes his hair around, you can now see two pointed ears on top of his head.
He grins, seemingly happy to show off.
"Ah. So you aren't like me after all."
she sighs slightly, and upholds her end of the bargain. In a moment, three fox tails come out, pushing up the back of her shirt a little. She shows them to you for a moment, then quickly hides them again.
"There."
"I don't see anything wrong with that. My roommate only has one tail. That just means you've experienced three times as much as he has."
He smiles to her.
"I think it's kinda cute, actually."
He begins putting his belt and pants back in order, however leaving his tail and ears visible.
"Uh? What're you talking about?"
she seems utterly baffled, not really knowing what to say to that.
"Tails are Kitsune, no? If I haven't been horribly mislead all my life, a Kitsune with more tails means more experience, more power?"
He takes a seat on the edge of his bed.
"Uh. What's a kitsune?"
she says, still baffled.
He seems confused for a moment before patting the side of the bed next to him, requesting that she sit down.
"See, Kitsune are a kind of extra planar being. They either resemble people or foxes. And they have a number of tails like you. And they have more based on how experienced they are. Nine is usually the most, and that's very, very rare. There is only one Kitsune in the world with ten tails, and they're closer to being a god. And the number of tails also shows their amount of magical power. Now, do you have any magic abilities you might not be able to explain otherwise? Usually illusions."
He explains things calmly and as fast or slow as she seems to pick up.
"Plenty. Fire, curses, teleportation, weather control, invisibility, and the ability to dispel magic.... But I can also run for ages without getting tired, feel people walking near me, and tend to be immune to anything nature throws at me, so I already assumed I wasn't normal."
"If I remember correctly, that is definitely Kitsune power you've got there. Really nothing to be embarrassed about."
He smiles encouragingly.
The orange haired teen nods to Dave and looks to Silinrul and Jeran.
"If I remember correctly, that is definitely Kitsune power you've got there. Really nothing to be embarrassed about."
He smiles encouragingly.
"How the hell did I get them?"
"I dunno."
He shrugs.
"Probably somewhere in your lineage. Kitsune have made a bit of a name for themselves as troublemakers. You may be a full Kitsune and just not know it. Have you been cursed at any point?"
He offers some of the least unlikely reasons.
"I dunno."
He shrugs.
"Probably somewhere in your lineage. Kitsune have made a bit of a name for themselves as troublemakers. You may be a full Kitsune and just not know it. Have you been cursed at any point?"
He offers some of the least unlikely reasons.
"No, I can't remember being cursed. I grew my first one when I was about five."
"And then the others in proceeding years? Sounds about right. You may just be part Kitsune somewhere in your family."
He smiles, being supportive and trying to get her to open up a bit more about them.
"If that was the case, it's probably far removed..."
"Well, it's not unheard of. You might be experiencing something similar to a sorcerer discovering their heritage. I don't think anyone here would give it a second thought. Personally, I kinda like them. They suit you."
He sets a hand on her shoulder.
His ears flick just a bit and his tail switches back and forth as he smiles.
"Sure.... Thanks, I guess."
she isn't exactly subtle that there's more to it then looks.
"Is there something else you're worried about?"
He with draws his hand, and leans back on his bed.
"Worried? Not exactly, i guess."
"Then what is getting at you, then? You still seem tense."
At Archena's question, Djalos answers calmly, "If I ever open my eyes, I unleash a powerfully destructive force that would most likely kill everyone and destroy everything near me within an approximately fifty-foot radius."
What's really disturbing is that he's talking about how he could potentially kill everyone in this room as if he's discussing the weather.
Djalos cocks his head. "Hold on, let me get a good look at each of you. If I focus enough, and block everything else out, I can 'see' someone fully-even with color." The young elf enters a somewhat trancelike state, and comes out of it about ten seconds later.
For some reason, there's a brief pulse of green inside the chaotic part of his pattern, which promptly disappears.
"What lovely hair you have, m'lady. Quite an unusual color for a fire bird, but beautiful nonetheless..." [ooc]Directed towards Rae, because I have no idea what Archena looks like :P]/ooc]
There's nothing flirtatious about his manner, however-the "discussing the weather" voice again.
"well, what's getting at you, then? You still seem tense.
"Well... I was, uh... "Given". To the church of desna at about 6. I got my first tail at five. Figure it out."
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"I know that panicked look. I recognize it from the first time that Ephebe told her father and I that we had to save the world...or was it galaxy? Timeline? I don't know. It was one of those conversations that just seems to sort of spin away from you. It didn't exactly help that Tam and I weren't even dating yet and she started out with hi, I'm your daughter from the future," she said wryly.
"So instead of panicking all by yourself, how about you let us help out too and we can all work on finding solutions that end up with you not getting lost somewhere in time and space, okay?" she said trying to sound cheerful and...
Mel was silent for a bit, then she tries to play off that she was worried, I'm fine, besides what could possibly go wrong, all these great minds working together. we are bound to find the answers. still, some of the reading on the rift seem to be a bit disturbing, its like there is a force already at work either trying to close the rift or keep it open. I am not sure which.
she looks top Arthur, Arthur, can you take a look at this too, you might be able to help here. she shows him the energy breakdown and in various spectrum's. it is not following the standard pattern of most Time-space rifts.
she runs the data fresh Once Arthur is free to take a look.
"interesting, not sure what would cause that, hmm, I'll adjust my simulations to account for the variance, thanks"
He says giving a small smile."And I'm working on safety features, if you can think of anything that could go wrong tell me or Hermes and we'll get to work on a way to fix it" he says rubbing her hand in an attempt to comfort her
He thinks for a moment and arrives at the conclusion intended.
"I can only wish I had been given to a temple. At least you would have had good people there. I never knew my mom and my dad pretty much sold me to buy booze when I was seven and he found out I could sing. I'm not sure what your caretakers were like, but at least Desnans are good people. I had Hell in High Heels. At least it turned out ok for both of us in the end..."
He lays back on the bed, staring up at the cieling.