"Can I try the next one? I'm a little rusty on bar fighting skills..."
"Can I try the next one? I'm a little rusty on bar fighting skills..."
"Sure. Have fun."
about three or four more zombies show up.
The guitar takes on a bright green glow as he takes a running start.
He swings at the zombie's head, decapitating it. Then with the momentum of the swing, he plants the guitar on the ground and swings around it, kicking the decapitated zombie's body straight into another of the standing ones, finishing them both.
"Ha! Still got it!"
Flourence actually laughs.
"Alright. Well, there's about a hundred more. That I can hear."
"Seriously? How the hells are we supposed to get through 100 more?"
He leans onto the guitar again and donkey kicks one of the other zombies, impaling it on a tree branch.
"Seriously? How the hells are we supposed to get through 100 more?"
He leans onto the guitar again and donkey kicks one of the other zombies, impaling it on a tree branch.
"Where'd.... What? Ah, whatever. I said I never get tired, didn't i? I could clear them out pretty fast, probably."
"Was it something I said?"
He asks about her confusion.
"We could make it a competition. That makes 3 for me."
The guitar turns into a gigantic hunk of pointed metal About like so.
He hurls it and it leaves a green trail, cleaving the other zombie in half.
"4."
He smiles as the giant shuriken returns to his hand with a puff of smoke.
"Was it something I said?"
He asks about her confusion.
"We could make it a competition. That makes 3 for me."
The guitar turns into a gigantic hunk of pointed metal About like so.
He hurls it and it leaves a green trail, cleaving the other zombie in half.
"4."
He smiles as the giant shuriken returns to his hand with a puff of smoke.
Florence raises and eyebrow.
"A competition? I'm surprised you're not freaked out, killing things that look like humans. Heck, it even messes with me a bit, if i didn't know it was fake."
He chuckles
"There's a vast difference between a naysayer and someone who has lived it and counsels against it based on experience with the desire for someone else to not have to go through the negative side effects.
My planar knowledge came at a price.""However, if your soul is torn to the point of needing another to make up the difference, then perhaps you are truly without another option. I would advise you try to find a fix, though."
Treisdan looks at the crisp and clean lines of the summoning circle that Genosuke drew, and the fact that he had Eligor's symbol on hand. "I expect it did."
Treisdan flexes the clawed talon once more, as the scales begin to fade, and the hard chiten once more being replaced with soft supple skin, the ivory hooks return to keratin... "If you know where I could go to fix myself, I would love to get that knowledge... but it is not as though I can just purchase another half of a soul at the school supply store."
"The answers are never easy. Though, I do not think you are beyond repair. A soul, after all, is only energy...life. You will need to find the appropriate energy to replace what you've lost. Find a focus to drive you. And above all else, once you're fixed, stop binding. Or at least, find a better way to do it. Don't invite them in."
"Now, if you please, I wish to use what I have left of my off period to prepare for my next class." the tone of dismissal is plain as day, as he returns his books and scrolls to where they were, and then sits behind his desk.
"What's an assassin?"
She asks Raelle, concerned at the sudden shift of character."Someone who kills people for money," she answered tersely.
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."Raelle sat quiet for a long moment as she tried to sort through her warring emotions.
"No, it's not supposed to happen," she said quietly. "I am very sorry for your loss."
"I can't approve of your work though. I hope that you can find some other outlet for your talents," she said, her voice carefully controlled, her fists clenched tightly in her lap.
Djalos mutters something, his face... showing some emotion. Not a lot, but still, there's something there.
"I wish I had a choice..."
Even with you pattern vision fading, you notice that some of the blocks go down-the less artificial looking ones. You'd guess, due to the fact that they seem somewhat more natural than the other ones, that they are self imposed.
"Maybe you're really good at something you just don't know about yet. If that's all you've done before, you could be really great at something you just haven't tried yet."
She offers, placing a hand on his forearm.
"Well, I mean they hardly resemble people much at all anymore. They're fakes /of/ fakes. They also want to kill us."
He says as he holds one at distance with the guitar. It flails its arms, but doesn't put two and two together to move around the guitar.
"Well, I mean they hardly resemble people much at all anymore. They're fakes /of/ fakes. They also want to kill us."
He says as he holds one at distance with the guitar. It flails its arms, but doesn't put two and two together to move around the guitar.
"I suppose you're right. Well, I know you're right. I'm just suprized you went from afraid to hunt to willing to smash zombie heads in."
"That's different. These things don't feel. I have more in common with animals than these things. It just feels weird to a part of me to hurt natural things. Guess you could call it another inherited thing."
"That's different. These things don't feel. I have more in common with animals than these things. It just feels weird to a part of me to hurt natural things. Guess you could call it another inherited thing."
"I guess that makes sense."
she stretches for a moment."Let's get to it, then."
"Maybe you're really good at something you just don't know about yet. If that's all you've done before, you could be really great at something you just haven't tried yet."
She offers, placing a hand on his forearm.
Djalos smiles a weary smile. "It is literally all I have ever known," is his only cryptic response, before continuing to stab halfheartedly at his food.
"Well that means you might be really good at basically anything else."
She pats his arm before going back to her food.
"Wait... if you can, like, 'see' everything around, do you see underneath our clothes...?"
She pulls her arms across her chest.
"You're already down by four!"
He turns swiftly, leg sweeping the zombie with his bushy tail.
This is somehow actually effective enough to knock its legs out from under it.
He follows up, continuing the momentum of the spin to deliver a kick to its chest that shoves it onto the same branch the other zombie was shishkabobed on.
"You're already down by four!"
He turns swiftly, leg sweeping the zombie with his bushy tail.
This is somehow actually effective enough to knock its legs out from under it.
He follows up, continuing the momentum of the spin to deliver a kick to its chest that shoves it onto the same branch the other zombie was shishkabobed on.
Florence smiles a bit! and makes another makeshift quartestaff as he goes about killing the zombies.
Djalos shakes his head. "No, it's not like that... I can 'see' all around me by feeling the tremors that people make whenever they move. Only works if they're in contact with the floor, and I only get a vague impression. If somebody's close, though I can even hear their movements. And if I concentrate, I can focus exclusively on all the sounds somebody makes and all of the vibrations that they make to get a fairly accurate 'sketch'-no color-of what somebody looks like."
"Sim room, can I get a stationary crystal player?"
The room materializes a large jukebox like machine with a small stand inside.
He draws the wallet thing on the chain and flips through it, pulling a leaf that turns into a purple d8 shaped crystal.
He drops it onto the stand and it loads, spinning a few moments before playing a song.
He fends of zombies with his feet while operating things, hardly even looking up.
She squints at him.
"How many fingers?"
She holds her hand behind her back, holding out a total of five fingers.
"The answers are never easy. Though, I do not think you are beyond repair. A soul, after all, is only energy...life. You will need to find the appropriate energy to replace what you've lost. Find a focus to drive you. And above all else, once you're fixed, stop binding. Or at least, find a better way to do it. Don't invite them in."
"Now, if you please, I wish to use what I have left of my off period to prepare for my next class." the tone of dismissal is plain as day, as he returns his books and scrolls to where they were, and then sits behind his desk.
Treisdan bows to Genosuke and starts to leave, then stops for a moment and looks to Reviarti and the Leonal and tilts his head, motioning that he wanted them to come with him if they aren't preoccupied...
"Sorun, I think, will not ever feel homesick..." Sheess says lightly, "The Lord of the Oceans is a great ruler and his wife is a very smart Lady, but their son, while he is the Prince, is not treated as a son to be doted upon. He is, of course, respected and well treated, with many servants and guards, However, he does not have friends in the Lords Realm."Sheess walks in silence for a time, and then he begins to speak again. "Sheldlonsorunson enjoys this school. He has friends and he speaks highly of his teachers. I believe that he very soon will begin to believe that this is now his home, He may not feel homesickness until he is to leave..." He gives a small smile, "But that will not be for a long, long time.." The glittering sea colored jewel matches the sparkling blue eyes of their owner as he says this.
Her lips curved up slightly in the barest hint of a smile. "Well, I am glad to hear that your plans are to stay for a long time to come. I would miss our talks were you to depart sooner. This place is important to me because it is where my family is, but it has been a long time since I had a friend. My kind is often overly solitary, and I am surprised to find how much I value companionship after all."
Sheessuroussen scans the area for a bit before he glances at Ryleh, "My race is very independent as well." The swish of his and her robes and the low ambient sound of the forest adds to the quiet feeling of companionship for Soruns' guardian
"Sim room, can I get a stationary crystal player?"
The room materializes a large jukebox like machine with a small stand inside.
He draws the wallet thing on the chain and flips through it, pulling a leaf that turns into a purple d8 shaped crystal.
He drops it onto the stand and it loads, spinning a few moments before playing a song.
He fends of zombies with his feet while operating things, hardly even looking up.
Florence darts off, various squelching noises can be heard.
Treisdan bows to Genosuke and starts to leave, then stops for a moment and looks to Reviarti and the Leonal and tilts his head, motioning that he wanted them to come with him if they aren't preoccupied...
riviarti shrugs and follows after. Tural, unsurprisingly, isn't far behind.
Treisdan bows to Genosuke and starts to leave, then stops for a moment and looks to Reviarti and the Leonal and tilts his head, motioning that he wanted them to come with him if they aren't preoccupied..."The answers are never easy. Though, I do not think you are beyond repair. A soul, after all, is only energy...life. You will need to find the appropriate energy to replace what you've lost. Find a focus to drive you. And above all else, once you're fixed, stop binding. Or at least, find a better way to do it. Don't invite them in."
"Now, if you please, I wish to use what I have left of my off period to prepare for my next class." the tone of dismissal is plain as day, as he returns his books and scrolls to where they were, and then sits behind his desk.
He returns his bow with a nod, and proceeds to work.
Djalos cocks his head, as if he is listening to something, then states, "Five."
"So if you can do that, what's keeping you from listening up someone's skirt, hm?"
She leans forward on the table, lifting her eyebrows.
Rakki follows, wanting to stay in the same area.
She can't see how cool he is if she runs off. And if he can't look cool doing this, what's the point..?
Rakki follows, wanting to stay in the same area.
She can't see how cool he is if she runs off. And if he can't look cool doing this, what's the point..?
Florence darts around all over the place. She doesn't do much of anything flashy- she seems to prefer effectiveness, even the the the foes are of no real threat.
Rakki is the polar opposite. He does flips, throws things, beats zombies with tree limbs, any of his own limbs, and even the broken limbs of other zombies.
At one point he holds the guitar, and smashes out a loud chord on it, so powerful it sends ring shaped pulses of sound that they crush a zombie's skull. He makes sure she was looking at him for that one.
Rakki is the polar opposite. He does flips, throws things, beats zombies with tree limbs, any of his own limbs, and even the broken limbs of other zombies.
At one point he holds the guitar, and smashes out a loud chord on it, so powerful it sends ring shaped pulses of sound that they crush a zombie's skull. He makes sure she was looking at him for that one.
flounce smashes a skull with her stick. She finds this just as effective.
"A bit showy, don't you think?"
"Aww!" She laughs, hugging Vis. "You're a cute little nerd!"
vis chuckles.
"Uh, thanks."
"Don't worry, I'd bet knuckle of my left hand's index finger I'm not the only one who will find that cute."
"Don't worry, I'd bet knuckle of my left hand's index finger I'm not the only one who will find that cute."
vis stops a moment! taking that in.
"What?"
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.
backing away, the man nods to Sun. and smiles at Sara.
he turns so his back is to Sara, and takes a stance. he glances back waiting for her to follow.
Sun comes up to Sara, whispering in her ear. He asks you to follow his movements. but you don't have to if you don't want to.
giving her a chance to respond, before Sun continues, It is very rare that Master Zhang Hong offers to teach. there must be something special he sees in you. Sun adds
"Don't worry, I'd bet knuckle of my left hand's index finger I'm not the only one who will find that cute."vis stops a moment! taking that in.
"What?"
"I'm just saying you're cute, and other people will probably think so too."
"I'm just saying you're cute, and other people will probably think so too."
"I.. Thanks?"
vis seems fairly clueless.
As the ceremony starts grim starts to look concerned. He pulls on ephebie's clothes and says "Mis Ephebie? Am I going to miss Mr Krayz's class? I forgot to tell him about the trip.. I don't want to get in trouble with him, plus I actually like his class..."
"Why are we even doing this if we're not gonna have fun with it? You don't look like you're enjoying yourself. You might as well be filing paperwork."
The giant shuriken catches on fire, ice, electricity, and acid all at the same time. He throws it and it leaves a flurried trail of magic before it disintegrates the next zombie he hits in a flash of rainbowed elemental power.
Sara quietly follows along with the Katas he does.
She's not terribly balanced, but tries her best.
"Why are we even doing this if we're not gonna have fun with it? You don't look like you're enjoying yourself. You might as well be filing paperwork."
The giant shuriken catches on fire, ice, electricity, and acid all at the same time. He throws it and it leaves a flurried trail of magic before it disintegrates the next zombie he hits in a flash of rainbowed elemental power.
"Good practice. Combat isn't about fun."
"I'm just saying you're cute, and other people will probably think so too.""I.. Thanks?"
vis seems fairly clueless.
"You're welcome. Sorry if I sounded funny there."
"You're welcome. Sorry if I sounded funny there."
"I'm just saying you're cute, and other people will probably think so too.""I.. Thanks?"
vis seems fairly clueless.
"It's alright. I guess this is what it's like when people hear me talk, hunh?"
"Sometimes, but I'm used to it by now. You're my brother after all."
"Sometimes, but I'm used to it by now. You're my brother after all."
"Have... Have I ever actually showed you my prayer magic? I don't remember ever doing that."
"I don't think so. Course, it's not like I showed you my workshop secrets anyway."
"I don't think so. Course, it's not like I showed you my workshop secrets anyway."
"Would... You like to see them?"
"If you're done eating, sure." She replies, draining her drink quickly.
Treisdan bows to Genosuke and starts to leave, then stops for a moment and looks to Reviarti and the Leonal and tilts his head, motioning that he wanted them to come with him if they aren't preoccupied...riviarti shrugs and follows after. Tural, unsurprisingly, isn't far behind.
"My name is Treisdan Achdarach, and I would like to ask your name." the white haired mage is still quite disheveled from before, but he seems grateful for what you did.