"Do I need to get you, like, one of his eye things or something? You gonna be alright?"
"Eye things? He did mention something about having to concentrate to see....is there something wrong with his eyes?"
"Er....sorry. Didn't mean to be insensitive," she added hastily, realizing that Djalos might be upset. "I can't really see things when I get like this. Or rather I can really see things, but I can't see how they look on the surface. I can only see the pieces. The whole truth about what makes stuff up. Which so far seems to mostly be good for failing classes," she added with a frustrated sigh.
"Do I need to get you, like, one of his eye things or something? You gonna be alright?""Eye things? He did mention something about having to concentrate to see....is there something wrong with his eyes?"
"Er....sorry. Didn't mean to be insensitive," she added hastily, realizing that Djalos might be upset. "I can't really see things when I get like this. Or rather I can really see things, but I can't see how they look on the surface. I can only see the pieces. The whole truth about what makes stuff up. Which so far seems to mostly be good for failing classes," she added with a frustrated sigh.
Djalos nods. "That is an interesting ability. As for my vision... I unleash a magical force that could destroy and kill anyone within an approximately sixty foot radius whenever I open my eyes. Thus, the blindfold."
He continues eating his food. "That is why I am at Avalon. A good vision is my most valuable tool, and I can only really 'see' things when I concentrate on them. Granted, I can sense invisible foes at a distance now, but vision is an important tool..."
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Asha nodded and pushed on the bubble with all of her might...and looked frustrated as she realized she had discorporated again and the bubble was the only thing keeping her from falling into the basement again. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated really hard on being solid, pushing her hands against the bubble as hard as she could. She stumbled as she finally fell out.Pyry pauses, then hurries to the bubble again, casting a spell on himself quickly.
"Press on the bubble and I'll get fire magic going! I'm safe from it now!"
Full of surprises, the mutant firebird catches his sister as white hot fire surrounds him in the protective aura of a fire shield spell.
"Ya. Blindfold thing. Do you have another? Ra, maybe if you cover your eyes for a while it'll stop. Like covering your ears when they ring."
She places a hand on Raelle's shoulder.
"They might have something for that in the...same rooms? Sim rooms? Something like that."
"They might have something for that in the...same rooms? Sim rooms? Something like that."
"I haven't heard of them. You think you could show me?"
"I assume. I don't really know what they are. The brochure said there were rooms that could simulate environments or situations. There's probably a hunting one."
He stands up and stretches his legs, kicking the air.
"Ready?"
"I assume. I don't really know what they are. The brochure said there were rooms that could simulate environments or situations. There's probably a hunting one."
He stands up and stretches his legs, kicking the air.
"Ready?"
"For what?"
"To go to the whatever rooms?"
He rolls his shoulders, still blocking the ukulele with both hands.
"To go to the whatever rooms?"
He rolls his shoulders, still blocking the ukulele with both hands.
"Oh, uh sure. If you don't know where they are, I could just use the walls, if you like."
"I don't know where anything is. I just take some turns and I'm there. Haven't needed arrows yet."
He starts back to the school building.
"I don't know where anything is. I just take some turns and I'm there. Haven't needed arrows yet."
He starts back to the school building.
"How does that even work?"
"The arrows or me?"
"The arrows or me?"
"You."
There are tears streaking down Rena's face as she watches the bubble burst and Pyry wrap himself and then Asha in a protective cocoon of flame.
Looking torn between relief and guilt, Rena sits on the floor near to her friends, looking completely morose. Her tears drip down onto her clothing and she sobs, just a little pathetically.
Lang takes the package that Sun gave him and gets up from the table. everyone that will be joining me, please follow me I will show you where we will be going. there is a reception hall at the entrance to the ceremonial chambers. come on I'll show you
Lang motions for everyone to follow him.
Midori stands as follows as directed, watching curiously at the interaction between the Master and Sara-rin.
"I don't think so. Sil is kinda his right hand man, and I think the only reason he wants me is to cement my brother's loyalty. If he does send more after me, then I guess I'll just have to step up my plans to go back and take control of the pack from him. And then keep going. I want more time to train, but...if I can do it...if I can take control of all the packs...I can change things. I can stop the senseless war with ourselves and everyone else. I can make new ways to show dominance. Games and contests, formal ones, instead of fights to the death. I can use Ssrena's ideas about unifying the packs and do something good with it. If I can do it. Jeran could. But I'm not as sure about me. It's just that there isn't anybody else who can, so I have to try," she said with more intensity than the...
Tyrrin blinks, slightly taken aback at Jaiye's sudden intensity. They had talked about wanting to do something about the lycans, but it sounded like the weekend had really given Jaiye some drive. Tyrrin just smiles, that certain brand of smile she owns, the half-mishceivious, half-thoughtful smile. "Is that ambition I hear in your voice Jaiye?" Tyrrin practically purrs.
"And a very big one too. Uniting the packs," Tyrrin continues, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I believe in you Jaiye."
The smile vanishes as she cocks her head slightly, as if hearing something.
Tyrrin slumps slightly, "... and the righteous don't need any..." she mutters.
"Can you walk with me Jaiye? Ace needs help with something. It sounds serious."
'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?'
Alys falls in next to Ehos as they start walking towards the cafeteria.
Her voice is sad, with more than a little bitterness in it.
Anyone around Alys who can usually see magical energies will see a brimming potential of unshaped and uncontrolled magic swirling around her, occasionally flickering with the rhythm of her words.
Phaezeriel's eyes narrow at her tone, and the silvery glow coming from his eyes intensifies slightly, ::I have accused you of nothing. I informed you of what happened. You were not attacked. Your mind invaded his mind. That is was accidental is obvious by the fact that you were not instantly teleported to detention. That you are unaware of this ability in yourself is apparent. That you wish to deny it is equally apparent. You must, however, learn to control it before you become a danger to others.::
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The colour rises in Lily's skin until she looks virtually apopletic, her beautiful fair skin blotching with ugly red colour. "I don't have to sit here and listen to this slander! she screams, loud enough that those outside her private room in the infirmary can hear her. Small sparks begin to fly off the Firebird, striking things and sizzling away without causing harm.
She draws herself up, standing her full height above the demon. "I don't know what your little game is demon, but I am a pureblooded Firebird of noble descent, not some abomination." She practically spits that last word. "I refuse to tolerate this abuse." she says with finality, storming towards the door and unless stopped, will leave the infirmary entirely.
"Even if it's an emergency, what I'm working on right now takes precedence. If you need help, you'll have to find someone else," Aananda's voice came through the speaker on the door panel. She sounded stressed and distracted.
"Auntie it's me, Ardiente. I came to offer whatever help I could." he says somewhat impatiently.
Using a minor spell to hold several of the plates to free one hand, Ace pats Keme on the shoulder. "You're a good friend Keme. Let me go eat in my room, and feed my puppy, then if you'd like we can sit down and brainstorm. I also want to go check on Ginni, so maybe we can meet up at the infirmary?" It seems Keme and Repp's attitudes have helped shake Ace out of his funk a bit."Yeah, okay. They're getting used to me haunting the infirmary anyway. I'll see you there," Keme agreed before heading off to give the cafeteria staff the bad news about needing to transport Aananda's lunch to her lab.
"Mind if I tail you?" Repp asks seriously as he falls into step with Keme.
A shadowy wall springs up, covering the door. "Lily, please, stop. Mr Phaezeriel has no reason to lie to you. He's never met you before, right? I think, I think he's just trying to help" Comes Serrin's small voice, who is still in a sort of protective shell of darkness.
Dave laughs at this and calls back as he leaves hearing range, "I'd like to see them try, I'm basically indestructible!"
David knocks several times on the staff room door and ends up waiting a few minutes before a somewhat confused looking Vare opens the door and pokes his head out. He scratches at his chin somewhat nervously but puts on a smile. "Ah, Mr. De'Foul was it? My apologies, I may have forgotten what knocking was. How can I help you?"
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"We need your help to find and rescue a student posessed by some skeletal demon of unknown strength, and was then subsequently banished to an unknown plane, presumeably a demiplane connected to hell." He then pauses "huh... That sounds weird when I actually say it out loud"
"Sorry," She says to Sun as she let's go.
She watches the master carefully.
The master puts his hands on Sara's shoulders, seeming to indicate for her to stand still.
He then moves behind her and then guides her hands to the proper position.
he the moves in front of her and stands before her. he then takes the same stance as Sara and slowly starts some basic moves nodding for her to follow his movements.
he moves slowly so Sara can follow.
the very short and basic kata is relaxing. and seems to flow with natural body movements.
Lang leads the others to a reception area, where Master Hito is at. several other visiting ambassadors are present.
when the group enters, Master Hito approaches and bows to everyone.
Lang, he says, many of these people you have met before, please, introduce your associates.
turning to Ephebe, Mater Hito continues. Master Blackscales, I ask you accompany me, as a representative of the Avalon School I wish to introduce you to some of the other Ambassadors from the region. also I personally wish to welcome you to our home.
Master Hito escorts Ephebe to another part of the room where there are leaders of the water and earth bending communities.
however out of the corner of Ephebe's eye she catches a glimpse of some people that seem familiar, It looks like the rest of the Waverider "clan" are here to provide some entertainment. (of course Dom and Mel are not here)
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Phaezeriel shows no reaction to Lily's tirade and is utterly unimpressed by her posturing. He watches her turn to walk away, and when he speaks again, his thoughts are tired, ::Lily, it is as Serrin says, I have never seen you before you came into my infirmary. Whether you like it or not, you have some amount of psychic power. It is a danger to others until you learn to control it. I will make a note in your student record and refer this up to the Headmaster's office.:: His fingers flick across the datapad he still holds. ::I play no games when it comes to the health of a person's mind, and the safety of the students in this school. I do not know what you mean about pureblooded firebird, nor do I know why this revelation should cause such fury in you. But I do know what I saw in your memories, and what potential I sensed in you.::
"Do I need to get you, like, one of his eye things or something? You gonna be alright?""Eye things? He did mention something about having to concentrate to see....is there something wrong with his eyes?"
"Er....sorry. Didn't mean to be insensitive," she added hastily, realizing that Djalos might be upset. "I can't really see things when I get like this. Or rather I can really see things, but I can't see how they look on the surface. I can only see the pieces. The whole truth about what makes stuff up. Which so far seems to mostly be good for failing classes," she added with a frustrated sigh.
Djalos nods. "That is an interesting ability. As for my vision... I unleash a magical force that could destroy and kill anyone within an approximately sixty foot radius whenever I open my eyes. Thus, the blindfold."
He continues eating his food. "That is why I am at Avalon. A good vision is my most valuable tool, and I can only really 'see' things when I concentrate on them. Granted, I can sense invisible foes at a distance now, but vision is an important tool..."
"Well, that explains some of the swirliness."
"Umm....you do realize that you may never see normally again right? I mean, they'll teach you how to control your ability, but that doesn't mean it goes away....You may just have to learn to live with it."
She winces as she accidentally moves her hand when someone jostles her arm and then blinks. "Oh. Huh. You are wearing a blindfold. And not looking so swirly now. Looks like this episode of weird vision might be over for now," she said cheering up.
"Ya. Blindfold thing. Do you have another? Ra, maybe if you cover your eyes for a while it'll stop. Like covering your ears when they ring."
She places a hand on Raelle's shoulder.
"It's not a bad idea. I'll go grab a scarf or something from my room before my next class. Better to be prepared. Since it seems to be happening a lot today," she added with a grimace.
Asha nodded and pushed on the bubble with all of her might...and looked frustrated as she realized she had discorporated again and the bubble was the only thing keeping her from falling into the basement again. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated really hard on being solid, pushing her hands against the bubble as hard as she could. She stumbled as she finally fell out.Pyry pauses, then hurries to the bubble again, casting a spell on himself quickly.
"Press on the bubble and I'll get fire magic going! I'm safe from it now!"
Full of surprises, the mutant firebird catches his sister as white hot fire surrounds him in the protective aura of a fire shield spell.
Asha breathes in the fire, relieved as the heat drove away the pain that had made it so painful to take a breath.
"You really are full of surprises, little brother," she croaked, her voice still healing from the burning cold.
Marcell continues to quietly listen to the group, enjoying listening. It's like getting to know someone without ever even having to talk to them.
Tyrrin blinks, slightly taken aback at Jaiye's sudden intensity. They had talked about wanting to do something about the lycans, but it sounded like the weekend had really given Jaiye some drive. Tyrrin just smiles, that certain brand of smile she owns, the half-mishceivious, half-thoughtful smile. "Is that ambition I hear in your voice Jaiye?" Tyrrin practically purrs."And a very big one too. Uniting the packs," Tyrrin continues, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I believe in you Jaiye."
The smile vanishes as she cocks her head slightly, as if hearing something.
Tyrrin slumps slightly, "... and the righteous don't need any..." she mutters.
"Can you walk with me Jaiye? Ace needs help with something. It sounds serious."
"Yeah, no problem. If there's one thing I've learned here it's that crises never wait for convenient timing. Let's go. Besides, if Ace needs help, well, I kinda owe him one," she said getting up and extending a hand to help Tyrrin do the same.
"And yes, I guess it is ambition. I had to do a lot of soul searching over the past couple of days. And I realized that I was telling myself a lot of lies about how I wasn't worth anything because of what happened to me after I was exiled. I don't think that kind of pain ever really goes away, but it's time for me to stop looking for someone to follow and actually do something about the problems that are putting too many lycan kids in the same kind of situations I was in. There has to be more to life than random violence."
heista looks up at Lucas, and quickly looks back down to her plate, avoiding eye contact.
"Even if it's an emergency, what I'm working on right now takes precedence. If you need help, you'll have to find someone else," Aananda's voice came through the speaker on the door panel. She sounded stressed and distracted."Auntie it's me, Ardiente. I came to offer whatever help I could." he says somewhat impatiently.
The door unlocks.
"Come in."
Inside, Aananda is concentrating on something that is forming in one of the nanite tanks while Melody and Arthur continue working on simulations and Tamrin is standing next to a table with a covered form on it.
"I don't have a lot of time to explain. There's a rift in space-time between this universe and another one and we have to close it or it's going to rip both universes apart. How good is your grasp of theoretical physics and mathemagics?"
"Mind if I tail you?" Repp asks seriously as he falls into step with Keme.Using a minor spell to hold several of the plates to free one hand, Ace pats Keme on the shoulder. "You're a good friend Keme. Let me go eat in my room, and feed my puppy, then if you'd like we can sit down and brainstorm. I also want to go check on Ginni, so maybe we can meet up at the infirmary?" It seems Keme and Repp's attitudes have helped shake Ace out of his funk a bit."Yeah, okay. They're getting used to me haunting the infirmary anyway. I'll see you there," Keme agreed before heading off to give the cafeteria staff the bad news about needing to transport Aananda's lunch to her lab.
"Not like I can stop you," he said wryly. "Although I advise you to stay behind something solid when I tell the kitchen staff that all that food needs to be packed up and sent to Professor Sunwake's lab. They tend to throw things when they're upset."
Lang leads the others to a reception area, where Master Hito is at. several other visiting ambassadors are present.
when the group enters, Master Hito approaches and bows to everyone.
Lang, he says, many of these people you have met before, please, introduce your associates.
turning to Ephebe, Mater Hito continues. Master Blackscales, I ask you accompany me, as a representative of the Avalon School I wish to introduce you to some of the other Ambassadors from the region. also I personally wish to welcome you to our home.
Master Hito escorts Ephebe to another part of the room where there are leaders of the water and earth bending communities.
however out of the corner of Ephebe's eye she catches a glimpse of some people that seem familiar, It looks like the rest of the Waverider "clan" are here to provide some entertainment. (of course Dom and Mel are not here)
Ephebe did her best to play the part of the polite ambassador. She'd always excelled at politics. But this was a little different than the politics she'd grown up playing. Less dangerous, but also less predictable. Whole different set of variables here. And she got caught in conversation with an earthbending master, one Sen-fa, who had been a student of Master Quo and had therefore known the other her when she was a child. That was difficult to navigate since other her had failed to mention Sen-fa in any of her journals and she didn't have any of those memories to call on. She had a bad feeling the earthbender was suspicious of her now. Well, there was nothing she could do to help that. Part of the dangers of being stuck taking over someone else's life.
Lucas walks up casually "hey cuz, mind if we sit with you?"
she shakes her head no, but doesn't look up. She quietly pokes at her food with the fork.
Mel glances up as Ardiente enters. she smiles and waves, hey there hot pants. staying out of trouble I hope. she then get back to work at another simulation.
the holographic image of a person suddenly rips apart then the Words "You died" flash in big red letters.
the phasic fluctuations are still too predictable. time is chaotic, and so our defenses need to be just as chaotic. if the phases get in sync,..."POOF" Bye-Bye Mel
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Asha breathes in the fire, relieved as the heat drove away the pain that had made it so painful to take a breath.
"You really are full of surprises, little brother," she croaked, her voice still healing from the burning cold.
"Yeah... Not even a real firebird and I still use fire magic like a pro." He tries to joke, not quite getting it right. "At least my surprises help sometimes, r-right?"
Treisdan leans heavily on his staff as he walks into the cafeteria, he feels so... old... as he slowly shuffles towards the lines. This feeling in the pit of his stomach, like his insides were twisting up. Something felt wrong, but he just couldn't put his fingers on it.
His long white hair hang in a mess of tangles, and his robe is creased and wrinkled from where he had slept in it. Considering how sleek his hair was before and how perfect he had kept up his appearances, he looks ragged and his flesh is sallow.
He keeps looking around from sunken eye-sockets, hoping to see the source of his unease.
I had thought that I would feel better... I am better... I just don't feel it at all. He is gone, but I don't feel whole, It will pass, I'm sure I just don't... Treisdan nearly bumps into the buffet line as he wrestles with his unsettling thoughts. Mumbling an apology he picks out a few things and heads towards a table near the back of the room.
Though not many people were familiar with Treisdan before his schism, his change in demeanor is absolute, he lacks the utter confidence that he once used to emanate.
When he goes to set down his tray he is confronted by one of the haughty teenagers that make up a small but vocal portion of Avalon's student body, "Hey," he sneers, "That seat is taken." Treisdan glances at the other seats of the nearly empty table, but the student forestalls the reply "Those too." he chuckles, while the table's other inhabitants grin mischievously. Walking slowly, leaning heavily on the staff, Treisdan looks for another seat, not even saying a word.
Treisdan leans heavily on his staff as he walks into the cafeteria, he feels so... old... as he slowly shuffles towards the lines. This feeling in the pit of his stomach, like his insides were twisting up. Something felt wrong, but he just couldn't put his fingers on it.
His long white hair hang in a mess of tangles, and his robe is creased and wrinkled from where he had slept in it. Considering how sleek his hair was before and how perfect he had kept up his appearances, he looks ragged and his flesh is sallow.
He keeps looking around from sunken eye-sockets, hoping to see the source of his unease.
I had thought that I would feel better... I am better... I just don't feel it at all. He is gone, but I don't feel whole, It will pass, I'm sure I just don't... Treisdan nearly bumps into the buffet line as he wrestles with his unsettling thoughts. Mumbling an apology he picks out a few things and heads towards a table near the back of the room.
Though not many people were familiar with Treisdan before his schism, his change in demeanor is absolute, he lacks the utter confidence that he once used to emanate.
When he goes to set down his tray he is confronted by one of the haughty teenagers that make up a small but vocal portion of Avalon's student body, "Hey," he sneers, "That seat is taken." Treisdan glances at the other seats of the nearly empty table, but the student forestalls the reply "Those too." he chuckles, while the table's other inhabitants grin mischievously. Walking slowly, leaning heavily on the staff, Treisdan looks for another seat, not even saying a word.
a pseudodrsgon is sitting on a table alone, listening to a nearby group. The table is otherwise empty.
Lucas sits down close to her, with Icarus hopping off his shoulder hopping over to her other side, trilling quietly "are you ok? How has your day been so far"
"Fine."
she says, and resumes poking her food.
a pseudodrsgon is sitting on a table alone, listening to a nearby group. The table is otherwise empty.Treisdan leans heavily on his staff as he walks into the cafeteria, he feels so... old... as he slowly shuffles towards the lines. This feeling in the pit of his stomach, like his insides were twisting up. Something felt wrong, but he just couldn't put his fingers on it.
His long white hair hang in a mess of tangles, and his robe is creased and wrinkled from where he had slept in it. Considering how sleek his hair was before and how perfect he had kept up his appearances, he looks ragged and his flesh is sallow.
He keeps looking around from sunken eye-sockets, hoping to see the source of his unease.
I had thought that I would feel better... I am better... I just don't feel it at all. He is gone, but I don't feel whole, It will pass, I'm sure I just don't... Treisdan nearly bumps into the buffet line as he wrestles with his unsettling thoughts. Mumbling an apology he picks out a few things and heads towards a table near the back of the room.
Though not many people were familiar with Treisdan before his schism, his change in demeanor is absolute, he lacks the utter confidence that he once used to emanate.
When he goes to set down his tray he is confronted by one of the haughty teenagers that make up a small but vocal portion of Avalon's student body, "Hey," he sneers, "That seat is taken." Treisdan glances at the other seats of the nearly empty table, but the student forestalls the reply "Those too." he chuckles, while the table's other inhabitants grin mischievously. Walking slowly, leaning heavily on the staff, Treisdan looks for another seat, not even saying a word.
Treisdan looks to Marcell and the table where he is resting. He makes a motion to set down the tray, as if asking permission non-verbally, he nods gratefully and just barely manages to not fall into the seat.
He does not try to make conversation as he eats, and listlessly eats, as though lost in other thoughts. He constantly glances around, like prey with the scent of a predator in its nose. His skin feels as though it is crawling.