The Avalon Chronicles

Game Master lynora

"Then we should go around asking the ones here if they're moral compass points north. Easy solution to your nervousness."

"Then we should go around asking the ones here if they're moral compass points north. Easy solution to your nervousness."

vis facepalms.

"And you said internals earlier too. Don't woryy about it." She smiles, patting his back. "You're seven, words can be hard sometimes."

"And you said internals earlier too. Don't woryy about it." She smiles, patting his back. "You're seven, words can be hard sometimes."

"Yeah, I guess..."

Ryleh wrote:

Sheessuroussen wrote:

"I believe you may be right" he says, trying to keep the subject matter light.

It has been a long time since I had to walk on eggshells around another person.... he thinks idly as he searches for another subject to speak on... Then a thought occurs to him.

"I know how much your gorgeous lair means to you, but perhaps a walk would be appropriate, assuming that your... he vaugely motions at the psi-crystals "creations, can handle the basic clean up?

"Yes, I believe that may be a good idea," she said, gingerly stepping over a psicrystal gathering up pieces of teacup, and holding out a hand to him. "I can help find us a path through the mess I think. Preferably without grinding any more glass to dust. It takes such a long time to sweep up when the pieces get that small."

The blue dragon takes her much smaller hand in his, and waits for the path to be cleared. Whenever the area is clean enough for walking, Sheessuroussen holds the door open for her, "So, are we wandering? or do you have a specific destination in mind?" he ponders aloud as they ascend the stairs toward the main body of the school.

Ryleh's lair is underneath the school right?

Sort of. Ryleh's lair is underneath the house which is sort of part of the school (more accurately the school is part of it) and most can't even get there. You have to be invited by a member of the family to access the house.

"No particular destination, but it might be a good idea to walk along the perimeter of the grounds. There has been a series of murders of students of late and I think it might help encourage a pause in such activities if there are teachers patrolling the edges of the wards. At least it will provide less opportunities for the culprit to act," she said crisply. "You don't need to fear for your ward," she added. "This person seems to be focusing solely on young females. He should be perfectly safe."

"Tell you what, how about I get you some nice kerosene and we forget about the infernals for now? You can draw, I can draw, it'll be fun."

Jeran sighed. Trying to talk the girl into participating in the psych evaluation was not going particularly well. She had the attention span of a butterfly and the inexperienced nurse wasn't helping matters.

Trying not to take too many liberties with the scene here, just getting things moving again...pretty much assuming that we're just at the beginning of any attempt to analyze the girl so very basic questions so far.

"Tell you what, how about I get you some nice kerosene and we forget about the infernals for now? You can draw, I can draw, it'll be fun."

"Yeah... That'd be nice."

She happens to hit notes that make an ascending and descending pattern that sounds rather nice.
::See?::

"I dunno, it's just a thing people do. My older sisters used to do that to me."
He replies, still watching to see if Rena responds.

"Do you only know knock knock jokes, or something?"
She laughs at his grasp of comedy.

Taika gets up and comes back with two cups of hot kerosene, including a straw for Vis, and sits down again to spend time with her little brother.

She happens to hit notes that make an ascending and descending pattern that sounds rather nice.

::See?::

"No. Not really."

Taika gets up and comes back with two cups of hot kerosene, including a straw for Vis, and sits down again to spend time with her little brother.

vis gladly takes the drink. As he drinks the hot fluid, a brief crackle can be heard, with a small, almost unnoticeable, flash of light.

::Most people don't hit an F-scale on their first time holding a guitar.::

"No problem, Vissy." She ruffles his hair after he takes his drink and sits close as she gets her tiny sketch pad out and begins drawing almost idly, sipping at her drink as she does.

::Most people don't hit an F-scale on their first time holding a guitar.::

"I fail to see what point this proves."

"No problem, Vissy." She ruffles his hair after he takes his drink and sits close as she gets her tiny sketch pad out and begins drawing almost idly, sipping at her drink as she does.

vis draws quietly. His drawings consist of the same symbol, over and over. They all look nearly identical.

Jeran sighed. Trying to talk the girl into participating in the psych evaluation was not going particularly well. She had the attention span of a butterfly and the inexperienced nurse wasn't helping matters.

Trying not to take too many liberties with the scene here, just getting things moving again...pretty much assuming that we're just at the beginning of any attempt to analyze the girl so very basic questions so far.

The Nurse will eventually inform Jeran that the Chosen One is grossly unskilled in social standards, perhaps equal to a 3 year old, mentally and socially, even if she is physically 14 or 16 years old. Her few good lines, about how she serves the Masters, is primarily like a record, just repeated without meaning, save her sense of doing them. She really is a piece of broken mind, though healthy and alive. So far, though, no one's touched her (which might seem fortunuous, or blessed). The Nurse recommends after some study extensive mental and social training, literally a decade's, or so, worth.

I'll PM you at this point, Lynora.

vis draws quietly. His drawings consist of the same symbol, over and over. They all look nearly identical.
"I'm in the wrong lunchroom, aren't I."
he mutters, as he continues to draw.

"Either you are or I am. I think the food is the same though." She glances at his paper and pauses. "What's that? The symbol, I mean."

Vis Niyambi wrote:

vis draws quietly. His drawings consist of the same symbol, over and over. They all look nearly identical.
"I'm in the wrong lunchroom, aren't I."
he mutters, as he continues to draw.

"Either you are or I am. I think the food is the same though." She glances at his paper and pauses. "What's that? The symbol, I mean."

"It's one of the symbols for my prayer scrolls."

::And now you're playing the base notes for Carry On My Wayward Son...::
He pauses for a moment.
::See, part of the deal is that if we're an object, like a guitar. If anyone uses us as said object, you. We can... loan... our luck to them for the time. Follow?::

::And now you're playing the base notes for Carry On My Wayward Son...::

He pauses for a moment.
::See, part of the deal is that if we're an object, like a guitar. If anyone uses us as said object, you. We can... loan... our luck to them for the time. Follow?::

she stops playing.

::You wanted luck like mine. There's a way to get it.::
Another puff of smoke and he's back to being the human Rakki with Florence holding him in a bridal carry.
He's wearing a different outfit. This one is black hightops, skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with the phrase "Get Lucky" on the front in white and the names of 20 or so of the modern cities on Agartha on the back. The logo that was on the breast of his suit(an eye shaped oval, left half green, right half blue) is on the sleeve of the shirt. He has on wristbands studded with steel and a wallet chain on his hip.
"Heh. You're strong."

::You wanted luck like mine. There's a way to get it.::

Another puff of smoke and he's back to being the human Rakki with Florence holding him in a bridal carry.
He's wearing a different outfit. This one is black hightops, skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with the phrase "Get Lucky" on the front in white and the names of 20 or so of the modern cities on Agartha on the back. The logo that was on the breast of his suit(an eye shaped oval, left half green, right half blue) is on the sleeve of the shirt. He has on wristbands studded with steel and a wallet chain on his hip.
"Heh. You're strong."

"Oh. I suppose that makes sense. yes, I am.... And what's with the getup?"

"Little less formal. I like my tour shirts. I have some back in my room if you want one. It looks good. This was my..."
He thinks for a moment.
"7th? 7th album cover outfit. Most popular by far.- Wow you are like, crazy strong. How many times do you think you could bench press me?"
His tail wags as he finds this quite amusing.

"Little less formal. I like my tour shirts. I have some back in my room if you want one. It looks good. This was my..."

He thinks for a moment.
"7th? 7th album cover outfit. Most popular by far.- Wow you are like, crazy strong. How many times do you think you could bench press me?"
His tail wags as he finds this quite amusing.

"A whole lot. You don't weigh enough to even slow me down."

"We totally gotta arm wrestle when we get there. Oh, uh."
He flips a coin.
"Next left."
He flips it again.
"Then left."
Again.
"Then right."

she rolls her eyes and brushes up against the wall. Better a sure thing then a guess.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
You go left left right and arrive at a door labeled SIM Rooms.
"See?"
He double raises his eyebrows.

1d20+4

You go left left right and arrive at a door labeled SIM Rooms.
"See?"
He double raises his eyebrows.

"Do you want me to drop you?"

"I'd prefer if you set me down gently..."
Whether he's steadily on the ground or not, he looks around.
"I have nooo idea..."

"I'd prefer if you set me down gently..."

Whether he's steadily on the ground or not, he looks around.
"I have nooo idea..."

she still hasn't stopped carrying him.

He pulls the chain on his hip and a wallet type thing gets pulled out of his back pocket.
It appears to be full of pressed leaves in plastic slots.
He leafs through it and pulls one out.
His signature puff of white smoke turns it into the Avalon guide book.
"Uh... says theres a control panel on the arch over the door. There's a list of programs and you can pick one of those out. There's also fixtures like furniture, lighting, targets, AI constructs. Those can be added with voice command after you choose a base by addressing it as SIM Room."

He pulls the chain on his hip and a wallet type thing gets pulled out of his back pocket.

It appears to be full of pressed leaves in plastic slots.
He leafs through it and pulls one out.
His signature puff of white smoke turns it into the Avalon guide book.
"Uh... says theres a control panel on the arch over the door. There's a list of programs and you can pick one of those out. There's also fixtures like furniture, lighting, targets, AI constructs. Those can be added with voice command after you choose a base by addressing it as SIM Room."

"There are books for this stuff? I need to get one."

"It's just the guide book I got at orientation. It's got more stuff than it looks like."
It poofs back into a leaf and goes back in the wallet.
"I think it meant the touch screen on the side."
He points to the black rectangle on the side.

"Oh."
she promptly feels stupid, and wanders over to the screen.
"Alright, this has been funny, but I've got to put you down now."

Sheessuroussen wrote:

Ryleh wrote:

Sheessuroussen wrote:

"I believe you may be right" he says, trying to keep the subject matter light.

It has been a long time since I had to walk on eggshells around another person.... he thinks idly as he searches for another subject to speak on... Then a thought occurs to him.

"I know how much your gorgeous lair means to you, but perhaps a walk would be appropriate, assuming that your... he vaugely motions at the psi-crystals "creations, can handle the basic clean up?

"Yes, I believe that may be a good idea," she said, gingerly stepping over a psicrystal gathering up pieces of teacup, and holding out a hand to him. "I can help find us a path through the mess I think. Preferably without grinding any more glass to dust. It takes such a long time to sweep up when the pieces get that small."

The blue dragon takes her much smaller hand in his, and waits for the path to be cleared. Whenever the area is clean enough for walking, Sheessuroussen holds the door open for her, "So, are we wandering? or do you have a specific destination in mind?" he ponders aloud as they ascend the stairs toward the main body of the school.

Ryleh's lair is underneath the school right?

Sort of. Ryleh's lair is underneath the house which is sort of part of the school (more accurately the school is part of it) and most can't even get there. You have to be invited by a member of the family to access the house.

"No particular destination, but it might be a good idea to walk along the perimeter of the grounds. There has been a series of murders of students of late and I think it might help encourage a pause in such activities if there are teachers patrolling the edges of the wards. At least it will provide less opportunities for the culprit to act," she said crisply. "You don't need to fear for your ward," she added. "This person seems to be focusing solely on young...

His lips twitch as she says this information, and his usual air of contentment slips for a second, and his lip raises, revealing enough teeth to make a crocodile jealous. The expression is gone quickly, and responds, "I think that patrolling is a wise idea, Rylehtinakksavith." His voice is hard and unyielding like a warrior standing at the edge of a battlefield

Though he has only known her for a short time, she can tell that he is protective of his ward, and currently quite afraid for Sorun, even with her unfinished assurance that he is safe.

"Alrighty."
He looks to check out the screen after she sets him down.
"So...which one do you want to try?"

"Alrighty."

He looks to check out the screen after she sets him down.
"So...which one do you want to try?"

"Anything with squirrels. Those are fun."

Taika Niyambi wrote:

Vis Niyambi wrote:

vis draws quietly. His drawings consist of the same symbol, over and over. They all look nearly identical.
"I'm in the wrong lunchroom, aren't I."
he mutters, as he continues to draw.

"Either you are or I am. I think the food is the same though." She glances at his paper and pauses. "What's that? The symbol, I mean."

"It's one of the symbols for my prayer scrolls."

he continues writing/drawing them, obsessively keeping them as precise as possible.
"And I supposes that means I should go, hunh..."
vis sighs a little.

"Nah, you can stay. It's not like anyone has come up to tell us one of us is in the wrong lunchroom anyway." She points out. "So what's the symbol mean?"

"Ok. Uh..."
He scrolls through the Sim menu to the S's, filing away "Recording Studio" in his memory for later.
"Small Game Hunting, Normal difficulty." That sounds right."
He presses the button and the voice of a male announcer rings through the room as a wire frame forest springs up around them before being covered over with green foliage.
"You have selected "Small Game Hunting." Your simulation will begin in 3...2...1...Go!"
A host of small creatures, badgers, squirells, raccoons, foxes, and so on get wire framed in and then covered in their respective furs before bolting into the temperate forest.
"Well, what do you know. That's pretty crazy. Even my illusions aren't quite this good."
He goes and sets a hand on one of the trees.

"Ok. Uh..."

He scrolls through the Sim menu to the S's, filing away "Recording Studio" in his memory for later.
"Small Game Hunting, Normal difficulty." That sounds right."
He presses the button and the voice of a male announcer rings through the room as a wire frame forest springs up around them before being covered over with green foliage.
"You have selected "Small Game Hunting." Your simulation will begin in 3...2...1...Go!"
A host of small creatures, badgers, squirells, raccoons, foxes, and so on get wire framed in and then covered in their respective furs before bolting into the temperate forest.
"Well, what do you know. That's pretty crazy. Even my illusions aren't quite this good."
He goes and sets a hand on one of the trees.

Florence's eyes light up. in seconds, Florence has already slammed one of the many animals to the ground, holding it down to prevent too much squirming, and crushes it's neck. She doesn't seem to mind the blood that gets on her at all.

Vis Niyambi wrote:

Taika Niyambi wrote:

Vis Niyambi wrote:

vis draws quietly. His drawings consist of the same symbol, over and over. They all look nearly identical.
"I'm in the wrong lunchroom, aren't I."
he mutters, as he continues to draw.

"Either you are or I am. I think the food is the same though." She glances at his paper and pauses. "What's that? The symbol, I mean."

"It's one of the symbols for my prayer scrolls."

he continues writing/drawing them, obsessively keeping them as precise as possible.
"And I supposes that means I should go, hunh..."
vis sighs a little.

"Nah, you can stay. It's not like anyone has come up to tell us one of us is in the wrong lunchroom anyway." She points out. "So what's the symbol mean?"

"This one is about "sky". It's a part of my heaven's fire prayer."

Rakki quietly walks to the edge of the room and sits against the wall, playing his ukulele.
Link.
For some reason, a couple of raccoons gather around to listen to him.

Djalos cocks his head, curious. "Why would the act of knocking be funny?" He seems to think for a moment, then adds, "I apologize if I am being socially inept. The life of an assassin leaves no time for socializing-except in the case of deep cover, in which case I'm not really me," he muses.

Lynora, PM incoming.

His lips twitch as she says this information, and his usual air of contentment slips for a second, and his lip raises, revealing enough teeth to make a crocodile jealous. The expression is gone quickly, and responds, "I think that patrolling is a wise idea, Rylehtinakksavith." His voice is hard and unyielding like a warrior standing at the edge of a battlefield

Though he has only known her for a short time, she can tell that he is protective of his ward, and currently quite afraid for Sorun, even with her unfinished assurance that he is safe.

"Truly, Sheessuroussen, your ward is safe. I would tell you if I believed otherwise. But, yes, I think that making sure that there is no more opportunity to commit such crimes today, no way to lure young girls past the edges of the wards, would be the best course of action," she said, wearing an air of calm like it was armor. "If it makes you feel any better, I made this for you," she added, pulling a small aquamarine crystal out of her sleeve. "It is attuned to your ward and will turn dark green if he is ever in danger. You sometimes get this look during our visits...as if you are desperately trying not to be rude, but wish you knew how to use my scrying equipment to make sure the boy is safe. I thought this might help."

Djalos cocks his head, curious. "Why would the act of knocking be funny?" He seems to think for a moment, then adds, "I apologize if I am being socially inept. The life of an assassin leaves no time for socializing-except in the case of deep cover, in which case I'm not really me," he muses.

Lynora, PM incoming.

And with one little sentence all of Raelle's good humor evaporates. "You're an assassin?" she asked in a flat tone. The boy's social ineptitude seemed a lot less funny now as he was talking about killing people while sitting in her dead friend's chair.

"What's an assassin?"
She asks Raelle, concerned at the sudden shift of character.

Djalos nods. "Correct. Or, at least I was..." The young elf's facade cracks a little bit. "Before the job at Ribos. That..." he touches his blindfold. "Is what led to my new power. When my contingencies kicked in, I was teleported back to base. Destroyed my entire cell. Just... gone. That's not supposed to happen."