Treisdan looks to Marcell and the table where he is resting. He makes a motion to set down the tray, as if...
"Oh! Hay! Good to see you again."
Marcell looks up at treisadan, flicking her tail back and forth."Something wrong?"
Tybalt watches Pyry help his sister, subconsciously white knuckling the side of his bed.
"Rena, Hun. She's gonna be alright."
He frowns just a little, wishing he could do something else to help.
There's not much he can do being stuck in the cold room, especially little with his current lack of the energy to do magic.
Treisdan looks to Marcell and the table where he is resting. He makes a motion to set down the tray, as if..."Oh! Hay! Good to see you again."
Marcell looks up at treisadan, flicking her tail back and forth.
"Something wrong?"
"Yes...No... Maybe..." his voice before was like melted caramel, smooth and sweet, now it sounds like he had a sore throat. "I just don't know..." he shakes his head, gazing around the cafeteria as he does so, forcing a sickly smile, "I am sure it is nothing..."
"Sorry Marcell, I have no idea about your symbol is..." He apologizes, distractedly...
"Oh, good. Glad that's over. Guess that means you've both got crazy eye things. Kinda funny."
"Yes...No... Maybe..." his voice before was like melted caramel, smooth and sweet, now it sounds like he had a sore throat. "I just don't know..." he shakes his head, gazing around the cafeteria as he does so, forcing a sickly smile, "I am sure it is nothing...""Sorry Marcell, I have no idea about your symbol is..." He apologizes, distractedly...
"Hay, it's fine. I'm living. Don't beat yourself up over it. Anyway, you really don't seem fine..."
"There is no such beast as pure chaos. There is a pattern to all, no matter how wide. - Carrillion Bufrett, on the topic chance."
Hermes quotes something he must've read somewhere.
"Perhaps to solve this problem, a program is required to read the wide patterns and predict the next move."
Kevin arrives a minute or so after Dave with a metal keg on his shoulder marked with the alchemical sign for holy water.
"Do we have anything yet?"
He addresses the two.
"Ms.Waverider, I will need your expertise in temporal wavelength analysis. If you would translate the scans into a format that can be programmed and dictate said, I will input them into a high memory pattern replicator."
Hermes stands ready with his disorientingly colorful datapad.
Lewis stays with Tarka, glad they got the game that didn't mean more walking.
"Just lucky really. Stuff just goes my way if left up to chance. It's sometimes easier to take guesses than try and puzzle stuff out."
He hits a short riff on the ukulele that sounds vaguely familiar.
Sara moves away a little bit when he goes to put his hands on her shoulders, moving towards Sun a little bit.
She shakes her head a little bit, showing that she doesn't want to be touched, but is still going to follow along with the things he does.
Lucas looks at her poking her food "have you made any friends yet..?"
She continues silently pokeing.
"Just lucky really. Stuff just goes my way if left up to chance. It's sometimes easier to take guesses than try and puzzle stuff out."
He hits a short riff on the ukulele that sounds vaguely familiar.
"That's... Ubsurd. How do you get an ability like that?"
"Born with it. Not a big deal. And it doesn't work all the time. If it kept anything from going wrong, I wouldn't be here. Y'know? Don't tell anyone, but if I ask to play Blackjack, say no."
He winks and smiles.
"Born with it. Not a big deal. And it doesn't work all the time. If it kept anything from going wrong, I wouldn't be here. Y'know? Don't tell anyone, but if I ask to play Blackjack, say no."
He winks and smiles.
"Really? There's got to be a way to get in otherwise... Birthright is... Stupid."
"Do you play guitar?"
He asks, as if that helps explain it.
"Do you play guitar?"
He asks, as if that helps explain it.
"No?"
"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?"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.
"You kidding me? You're amazing. Don't ever listen to anyone who says otherwise. They don't know what they're talking about," she said, her voice getting stronger as she spoke. Her skin was starting to return to a normal hue as the frostbite faded away.
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.
"It's totally okay to tell the lot of us to sod off if you'd rather eat alone or just want to meet people you don't already know," he says with a charming smile, trying to coax the sullen firebird girl into some form of interaction.
"Oh, good. Glad that's over. Guess that means you've both got crazy eye things. Kinda funny."
Raelle giggled. "Yeah, when you put it that way, I guess it kinda is."
"It's totally okay to tell the lot of us to sod off if you'd rather eat alone or just want to meet people you don't already know," he says with a charming smile, trying to coax the sullen firebird girl into some form of interaction.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.
"No, no. It's fine. I'm just a little..."
she sighs."I don't know."
"It's totally okay to tell the lot of us to sod off if you'd rather eat alone or just want to meet people you don't already know," he says with a charming smile, trying to coax the sullen firebird girl into some form of interaction.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."No, no. It's fine. I'm just a little..."
she sighs.
"I don't know."
"Having some trouble adjusting?" she asked sympathetically.
"Having some trouble adjusting?" she asked sympathetically.
"Yeah. This place is strange."
"Hay, it's fine. I'm living. Don't beat yourself up over it. Anyway, you really don't seem fine..."
"Yes...No... Maybe..." his voice before was like melted caramel, smooth and sweet, now it sounds like he had a sore throat. "I just don't know..." he shakes his head, gazing around the cafeteria as he does so, forcing a sickly smile, "I am sure it is nothing...""Sorry Marcell, I have no idea about your symbol is..." He apologizes, distractedly...
Shakily, Treisdan keeps eating, his anemic appetite is sated after only a few bites of chicken, some bread and water.
He swallows and gives a false smile, "I am just a bit tired, I'm fine. he lies weakly, closing his eyes for a few moments as he leans back a little.
Shakily, Treisdan keeps eating, his anemic appetite is sated after only a few bites of chicken, some bread and water.
He swallows and gives a false smile, "I am just a bit tired, I'm fine. he lies weakly, closing his eyes for a few moments as he leans back a little.
"You're at least sick. Your voice is messed up. Have you got that checked out?"
she tilts her head to the side, wondering why he's being so evasive.
"Having some trouble adjusting?" she asked sympathetically."Yeah. This place is strange."
"Can't particularly argue with that. Which aspect of the strange is bothering you the most? Personally I find the ambient temperature a bit chilly for comfort."
|
"You kidding me? You're amazing. Don't ever listen to anyone who says otherwise. They don't know what they're talking about," she said, her voice getting stronger as she spoke. Her skin was starting to return to a normal hue as the frostbite faded away.
"I guess... There wasn't much I can really do. Just make clothes and fire. Did you see the shorts? Tybalt's wearing them now."
"You kidding me? You're amazing. Don't ever listen to anyone who says otherwise. They don't know what they're talking about," she said, her voice getting stronger as she spoke. Her skin was starting to return to a normal hue as the frostbite faded away."I guess... There wasn't much I can really do. Just make clothes and fire. Did you see the shorts? Tybalt's wearing them now."
"I bet that made him happy. I can't really get a good look now. He's staying way back from the fire. Can't blame him," she said, stepping back as the last of her frostburns faded away. "I feel much better now, thank you," she said just as a nurse hurried up, staying just outside the range of the flames. Asha made a face. "Oh, now you show up," she complained. The nurse had the good grace to blush.
"Sorry, miss. We've been a bit swamped. I got here as soon as I could. I see that you already got treatment. But just to be safe I'd like you to come and have a scan done just to make sure you're completely healed."
Shakily, Treisdan keeps eating, his anemic appetite is sated after only a few bites of chicken, some bread and water.
He swallows and gives a false smile, "I am just a bit tired, I'm fine. he lies weakly, closing his eyes for a few moments as he leans back a little.
"You're at least sick. Your voice is messed up. Have you got that checked out?"
she tilts her head to the side, wondering why he's being so evasive.
"Of course I have..." Treisdan lies, with a not-very reassuring smile... "The nurse just told me to take it easy for a while"
Treisdan's left hand creeps up his right arm, reassuring himself of his own words...
"Can't particularly argue with that. Which aspect of the strange is bothering you the most? Personally I find the ambient temperature a bit chilly for comfort.""Having some trouble adjusting?" she asked sympathetically."Yeah. This place is strange."
"It doesn't bug me too much. The temperature, at least. I'm just... Not terribly used to the crowds. Or the building. Or the... Anything. It makes me nervous."
"Of course I have..." Treisdan lies, with a not-very reassuring smile... "The nurse just told me to take it easy for a while"
Treisdan's left hand creeps up his right arm, reassuring himself of his own words...
"If you insist. If there is a problem, you can tell me. I mean, I went to literal demon for help today. Don't think you can be much worse... Honestly, I'm staring to calm down about the People here. Maybe it's because I'm more like them myself now..."
"Can't particularly argue with that. Which aspect of the strange is bothering you the most? Personally I find the ambient temperature a bit chilly for comfort.""Having some trouble adjusting?" she asked sympathetically."Yeah. This place is strange.""It doesn't bug me too much. The temperature, at least. I'm just... Not terribly used to the crowds. Or the building. Or the... Anything. It makes me nervous."
"I'm pretty sure it makes all of us nervous. The trick is to act like it doesn't. And to do it well enough to fool yourself," he says with a wink.
Alev rolled his eyes. "Flirting with her is not helping, Etain," he said, exasperated.
"I'm pretty sure it makes all of us nervous. The trick is to act like it doesn't. And to do it well enough to fool yourself," he says with a wink.
"I... I guess."
she actually finally looks up at everyone. She clears her throat."So, how has everyone else been? I hope you're dealing with this better then I am."
her mood changes quickly, in a sense. Anyone who's even mildly competent at realign people will know she's faking it.
The oceanic tinted robe causes a slight scraping noise along the floor as the older gentleman with sun tanned skin raises a hand to knock upon the door that he has only gone through a handful of times.
The soft thump of his hand upon the stone barely makes enough noise to draw attention to his presence.
Even though outwardly he appears completely calm, he straightens his robes and his hand idly brushes his hair out of his eyes, waiting for the one behind the door to answer
"If you insist. If there is a problem, you can tell me. I mean, I went to literal demon for help today. Don't think you can be much worse... Honestly, I'm staring to calm down about the People here. Maybe it's because I'm more like them myself now..."
"Of course I have..." Treisdan lies, with a not-very reassuring smile... "The nurse just told me to take it easy for a while"
Treisdan's left hand creeps up his right arm, reassuring himself of his own words...
Treisdan just nods... Hoping that Marcell will drop it, and that he won't have to keep lying.
His hand leans the staff against the table as the other raises up to rub at his face and momentarily cover his eyes. Something is wrong... something is very wrong
Treisdan just nods... Hoping that Marcell will drop it, and that he won't have to keep lying.
His hand leans the staff against the table as the other raises up to rub at his face and momentarily cover his eyes. Something is wrong... something is very wrong
"I... You..."
Marcell seems torn, and quite worried. He gets quite fidgety, his tail flicking quite a bit. That's actually not very safe, considering it's got a large poison barb on it.
The oceanic tinted robe causes a slight scraping noise along the floor as the older gentleman with sun tanned skin raises a hand to knock upon the door that he has only gone through a handful of times.
The soft thump of his hand upon the stone barely makes enough noise to draw attention to his presence.
Even though outwardly he appears completely calm, he straightens his robes and his hand idly brushes his hair out of his eyes, waiting for the one behind the door to answer
The door swung open on its own as the house decided that this might constitute an emergency and overrode the security protocols.
Inside Ryleh's home, rather than the usual tidy appearance, the place was a disaster. The floor was covered with broken glass. At least a couple of mirrors, teacups, pieces of glass sculptures, all of it littered the floor of the large space. And in the center of the mess Ryleh had collapsed. There were tear tracks on her face and she was bleeding from several small cuts, though nothing life threatening. She didn't notice at first that she wasn't alone in the room anymore.
The oceanic tinted robe causes a slight scraping noise along the floor as the older gentleman with sun tanned skin raises a hand to knock upon the door that he has only gone through a handful of times.
The soft thump of his hand upon the stone barely makes enough noise to draw attention to his presence.
Even though outwardly he appears completely calm, he straightens his robes and his hand idly brushes his hair out of his eyes, waiting for the one behind the door to answer
The door swung open on its own as the house decided that this might constitute an emergency and overrode the security protocols.
Inside Ryleh's home, rather than the usual tidy appearance, the place was a disaster. The floor was covered with broken glass. At least a couple of mirrors, teacups, pieces of glass sculptures, all of it littered the floor of the large space. And in the center of the mess Ryleh had collapsed. There were tear tracks on her face and she was bleeding from several small cuts, though nothing life threatening. She didn't notice at first that she wasn't alone in the room anymore.
The first thing that he notes is the shattered glass, and that is all he needed to realize something was wrong, moving so quickly that his footsteps indented the floor behind him, he halts by Ryleh's side. After a moment he realizes that she is not in mortal danger, and his face's draconian visage slips slightly, as the corners of his mouth turn up in relief.
Speaking softly he tries to get her attention, "Rylehtin'akksavith, I am here, please tell me what has happened.
The door swung open on its own as the house decided that this might constitute an emergency and overrode the security protocols.Inside Ryleh's home, rather than the usual tidy appearance, the place was a disaster. The floor was covered with broken glass. At least a couple of mirrors, teacups, pieces of glass sculptures, all of it littered the floor of the large space. And in the center of the mess Ryleh had collapsed. There were tear tracks on her face and she was bleeding from several small cuts, though nothing life threatening. She didn't notice at first that she wasn't alone in the room anymore.
The first thing that he notes is the shattered glass, and that is all he needed to realize something was wrong, moving so quickly that his footsteps indented the floor behind him, he halts by Ryleh's side. After a moment he realizes that she is not in mortal danger, and his face's draconian visage slips slightly, as the corners of his mouth turn up in relief.
Speaking softly he tries to get her attention, "Rylehtin'akksavith, I am here, please tell me what has happened.
She looks up, looking a bit lost as she surveys the destruction around her.
"Sheessuroussen?" Her voice sounds small and unsure. She raises a hand to wipe away tears, but realizes before she does that there is blood on it, dripping off of several small cuts. She sets her hand back down."My granddaughter," she said in a near whisper. "She was...she was killed. They are planning to bring her back, to ressurect her....but....I can't get that image out of my head. She looked so young and small....so much like....." Ryleh swallowed hard, trying not to let the tears start flowing again. "Why? Why is it always the children that die?" she whispered, pain filling her eyes.
Sheessuroussen reaches out to Ryleh, setting a hand on her shoulder, "I cannot begin to explain the motives of those who would kill a child. I cannot know the pain that you are currently experiencing." The sea dragon's voice is deep with shaed sadness, "in my eyes this world is a child, I do not want to insult you or to belittle your pain, but by my standards nearly every being on this planet is a hatchling to be protected."
His hand squeezes gently, his monstrous strength is carefully restrained so as not to hurt Ryleh, "I truly am sorry for your loss, but please, The hatchling will be saved, and that is what matters now." his robe shimmers slightly as he uses a simple spell to remove the dust, blood, and tearstains from Ryleh's face.
Treisdan just nods... Hoping that Marcell will drop it, and that he won't have to keep lying.
His hand leans the staff against the table as the other raises up to rub at his face and momentarily cover his eyes. Something is wrong... something is very wrong
"I... You..."
Marcell seems torn, and quite worried. He gets quite fidgety, his tail flicking quite a bit. That's actually not very safe, considering it's got a large poison barb on it.
Treisdan is restless and opens his eyes after only a few seconds of having covered them, searching out the source of the discomfort he is feeling. "I'm sorry I couldn't help more, he says as he gets up, coughing a bit...
perhaps I should bind someone...maybe get some answers... he thinks as he starts to head towards the cafeteria doors
Treisdan is restless and opens his eyes after only a few seconds of having covered them, searching out the source of the discomfort he is feeling. "I'm sorry I couldn't help more, he says as he gets up, coughing a bit...
perhaps I should bind someone...maybe get some answers... he thinks as he starts to head towards the cafeteria doors
"Don't worry about me!"
she protests as he leaves. She sighs and heads off to the line, having been a while, so she can get some food without getting stepped on.
"Maybe you guys could trade one for one, so you could both see right half the time and blow stuff up when it doesn't look right."
She laughs.
"Take my hand."
He offers his left hand to her, still as if this was an explanation.
"It's fine, bud. You don't have to apologize anytime you use a fire spell. Especially not to help your sister."
He purrs slightly in the intense cold for a moment.
"I think you should hug Rena."
He whispers to Pyry.