"Please, have a seat." Nala appeared extra nervous and the frost surrounding her feet grew thicker as she approached Ehos. "Just hold still a moment," she said, wincing as she reached out to barely touch the end of his nose, just enough for healing energy to flow into him before she jumped back. the air taking on a decided chill in her wake. "Better?"Ehos blinked as the pain washed away, leaving only a dull ache in it's wake. He just nods and displays: 'Thanks.' from his pad.
'Soo.... um. I'm Ehos and this is Alys. What exactly is going on?'
Nala sighed. "It's a long story. I'll try to stick to the condensed version. A very long time ago the three fey courts were created. The Winter Court, the Summer Court, and the Wyldfae. Winter and Summer are ruled by Queens and the Wyldfae is ruled by the Goblin King. The Wyldfae....well, mostly they're just not joiners. The job of the Summer Court was to keep the Winter Court in check. Summer fey are what people think of as 'good' fey, which is dangerous thinking. They're not. They just are. But they're better at public relations, so to speak. The Winter Court on the other hand, well, they are the meanest, strongest, most ruthless fey. And their job is to defend the borders of reality against the Others, who want to get in. Because sometimes the things that go bump in the night are the less terrifying option. Better the monsters you know, and so on. They fought long wars with the Others over thousands of years, but eventually they found a way to seal the borders so that that the Others couldn't get in. There has been peace for thousands of years. Which means that mostly Winter and Summer spend all their time fighting each other. But now, it would appear that the borders are open again. That sword you carry...it's a piece of the border. That's why it terrified me so much. It means that....that the Others may come again at any time. They....are hard to describe. I've never actually seen one in person. I'm not that old. But I've seen memories of them," she added with a shudder. "Imagine something that made you feel like your eyes were being squeezed through a cheese grater just because you looked at it...that's what the Others are like. They are so alien to us that we can't even perceive them properly. And they eat reality. We are all their natural foodstuff, but so is everything. Everything. And Alys was speaking in the language of Reality itself while carrying around a piece of the border...like bait for them. But they must have given up if they haven't noticed the bait after so long. Still, it's only a matter of time. And the Queen has to know.....As for how I know all that," she shrugged. "My mother is the Winter Queen. To say she is a terrible person is like saying the Others are frightening. And understatement so vast as to be laughable."
"If I'm going to risk my life passing on this information, I would like it to be as complete as possible. Alys, can you give me any information about how you found the sword?"| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Jacob's lunch is abruptly interrupted by a small red-headed girl with freckles and big blue eyes.
"Hi! You're new. I don't remember your name. I'm Chara. Do you like it here? I like it here. I get to play lots more than I did the last place we lived cause they have an infirmermery and you get whoosh sent straight there and they keep a blowtorch handy just for me. I'd shake your hand, but I can't, coz I'm fragile," she added, making a face. "I don't like being fragile. I want to get better so I can do stunts. On rollerskates. Well....anykind of wheels will do....or sleds.....ooh, I bet I could sled down the stairs. Just like when I did it with rollerskates but without the ramps but the sled would be like its own ramp and I bet it would be really bumpy....Want some charred cheese? Oh, wait, no, that would be bad for you. You're not a firebird. That's right. My food would make you sick. Well, never mind. There's lots of other kinds of food. And sometimes they have cookies. Chocolate chip are the best. They always remember to burn a few for me....Why aren't you eating? Isn't the food good? If you don't like what you should just say and they can help you find something else you know. The lunchladies here are really nice," she finished with all the earnestness and pent up energy of a golden retriever.To put it bluntly, Jacob looks like he's been hit in the face with a cricket bat. No bruises or anything, but that general look you get when something just completely blindsides you.
While the perky little firebird girl is rambling, Jacob occasionally attempts to interject, but her cascade of words drowns out all of the "ah-"s and "um-"s.
When her little waterfall of words is finally over, Jacob expresses his entire feelings on the matter with one word: "Um..."
"It's okay. I can help you go ask if you feel nervous about it," she said with a cheerful smile. She seems oblivious to the idea that he could possibly be feeling overwhelmed by her. After all, she was only seven and so small for her age that she looked like a kindergartener. A small one. She couldn't possibly be intimidating.
Djalos finishes his meal, and "peers" at the young ladies. "Would one of you two care to be my guide to a... psychic healer would be the term, right? Somebody who could remove this block on my mind?" The young elf says casually. Only the slight fidgeting of his hands reveal that Djalos is rather anxious.
"Oh! Uh. yeah. sure. No problem. I was done with lunch anyway. And I think that's a great idea. Archena, you coming too?"
"Woah, what the... The rift energy just stopped climbing... It's even going down a little... Is it stabilizing?"
Aananda examines the data. "No, not stabilizing, but definitely slowing....I'm really not sure what's causing this. And I'm a little concerned. I still haven't heard back from Krays. Maybe something Ephebe did? I don't know. Honestly, as much experience as I've had with them, temporal anomolies are still outside my expertise."
Nala sighed. "It's a long story. I'll try to stick to the condensed version. And Alys was speaking in the language of Reality itself while carrying around a piece of the border...like bait for them. But they must have given up if they haven't noticed the bait after so long. Still, it's only a matter of time. And the Queen has to know.....As for how I know all that," she shrugged. "My mother is the Winter Queen. To say she is a terrible person is like saying the Others are frightening. And understatement so vast as to be laughable."
"If I'm going to risk my life passing on this information, I would like it to be as complete as possible. Alys, can you give me any information about how you found the sword?"
Alys thinks for a moment then nods sharply and speaks a few quiet words to Ehos.
She turns back to Nala and begins to speak again. She is speaking softly as one would when speaking near someone who is injured or sick. As she speaks, silent illusions begin popping up in a clear space near her, the images showing scenes of what she describes.
I was cut off from communicating with others, even my writing was translated against my will. I knew, even at that age, that if I spoke the words I now knew in a specific way, that the world would bend to my desire. I had to learn restraint at an unnaturally young age for one of my kind. I hurt myself badly more than once by trying to reach for more magic than I knew how to safely handle.
No one could understand where the katana came from, and despite its obviously magical properties, none could even detect its magic, much less identify them. Anytime the katana was put somewhere by a hand other than mine, it would appear in my bed with me the next morning. It is frighteningly sharp and cold seems to pour off of it. My father performed a kata with it, and it sheared through an ironwood practice target as if through silk. The top portion of the target disappeared.
None of the scholars of my clan could identify either my strange new magic, my language, or my katana.
When I was thirteen, far younger than was normal, I was sent to the Tower of Stars where the greatest scholars of my people live. They trained me to use the katana, and they trained me to use my magic safely. But even they could not help me to be understood, and none of them had ever heard even legends of a weapon such as this. They were able to teach me how to, if my focus and will are very strong, to write in the common tongue.
It was three years ago that I passed the necessary tests to be allowed to practice with a real weapon. But I have only rarely drawn this blade before or since that time. I should tell you that twice, after a long practice session with my katana, a strange, hideous, eye-hurting, beautiful, and indescribable creature appeared from nowhere and attacked me. I was nearly killed the first time. The second time was at the command of my teachers; they wanted to know if the event would be repeated. In a quarter of the time as the first event, an entirely different creature appeared and attacked. Both were very difficult to kill, and several of us were injured.
I have not fully drawn this blade since then.
I was sent to Avalon because the strange properties of the library here is known by my teachers. It was decided that if the mystery of my speech, my magic, and my sword was to be solved, it would be solved here.
And now you know all that I know."
"Uh. Ya. I'll come."
She looks at her emptied tray.
"Does this go somewhere?"
"Actually, as long as Jiminy gives me permission to take the mech out, and I can't see why he wouldn't for a rescue mission, the cold vacuum of space is not a problem. But the fact that my cockpit is not built for two and I seem to have a problem with letting this one out of my sight on account of all the trouble she gets in when I do....now, that's a problem," he added with a grimace. "And figuring out how to separate that evil whatsit from Tryko'Sam....well, that's a problem too."Looking at the Chosen One then to Jeran, the Angel considers. It's possible it didn't quite understand what Jeran said about 'Jiminy' and 'mech', but that doesn't quite come off via it's angelic features.
Then it says, after Jeran addresses Silinrul, "I have pledged myself to your aid, Hero. If you wish it, I can arrange to keep your charge safe, whilst you ...that is, if this mech you speak of owned by Jiminy, is capable of near infinite transportation distances. You can be assured that the evil presence I sense, is the same strength as before, in the one named Tryko'Sam-- the one you are moved to rescue."
There's the faintest of smiles on the Angel's features, it (since it's not quite clear, but leaning more male and human) regards Jeran warmly while dealing with two situations, or three, at once. Pride, or joy, in watching the Lycan manage things.
The Staff protest at Jeran, and now it's a matter of Staff versus Student. They are inclined, though, to listen-- but, he's a minor compared to the 'adults' and professionals.
Sil nods at Jeran's suggestion "Yea, that's fine, I just want another take it on things is all. Later works"
Then Jeran starts talking to the staff regarding the girl and he sighs slightly "I'll stay and keep her safe, I hope, though that's about all I can provide." This last is in response to his fellow Lycan mentioning the girl needing psycho something or another. Not a word Silinrul had heard before.
"Alright. You two stay with the girl. Keep her safe and keep her here at the school," he agrees.[/i]
"I'm not disagreeing about her treatment," he continued, addressing the infirmary staff members. "But this girl is being hunted by extraplanar beings. For her safety she needs to be guarded. As long as I or these oithers are guarding her then you can bring in people to treat her here. I believe the infirmary is a more secure environment for her than elsewhere. For now. It's reasonable to give her a secure environment like this for an adjustment period.""In the meantime, I have to go get my mech and a containment unit so I can fetch Tryko'Sam. Can you give me the exact coordinates?" he asked the angel. "Once I have those I can get there with the built in starcaster in my mech."
Sorchan snorted. "You are particularly ill-informed Miss Svarog. Your family must have kept you very sheltered indeed. How precisely would I blackmail you over this when my own daughter has psychic abilities. Which she demonstrated in front of everyone, council included shortly before that farce of a governing body was dissolved. And I am not ashamed of her. Far from it. I am proud of her, proud to be her father. She is a remarkable young woman who isn't afraid to stand up for what she believes."
"As for having abnormal abilities being shameful or a sign of impure blood, I have had a great deal of time to think about this as I have observed the children of our noble houses. Do you know that the only ones who are manifesting strange abilities are purebloods of the highest order? I think we might have some wrong ideas about what is causing these oddities," he finished dryly.
Lily snorts with laughter, a confusing sound considering her emotion-suppressed state. Laughter shouldn't come naturally, which means the snort was a calculated part of the conversation for her.
"My parents told me about your daughter, at least the one with the Charbonnier peasant. She's the sootblood, isn't she? Not exactly the best example." All this is said completely level-headedly, without any sign of fear or regret from the young firebird Lady.
"Miss Svarog, while they are not nobles there is nothing the matter with the 'purity' of the Charbonnier family, not that I care. I love my wife and the opinions of everyone else on the subject are utterly irrelevant. Now, I am giving you some leeway since you have had an upsetting experience and this is your first day here, but you need to understand that if I ever hear you refer to any member of my family as a 'sootblood' again you will be spending a substantial amount of time in detention. That isn't a threat. It's fair warning. As is the mention that detentions around here can be very creative."
"Now, I presume we are done with particular bit of unpleasantness. My point remains valid Miss Svarog. The only ones displaying abnormal abilities are the children of noble houses. What you are experiencing is in fact perfectly normal."
"Uh. Ya. I'll come."
She looks at her emptied tray.
"Does this go somewhere?"
"Yeah, there's a place to put the empty trays over by the door," she said, guiding the small group over to the door and helping them get rid of their trays and then into the hallway. "It shouldn't take too long, Djalos. The infirmary usually locates itself near the cafeteria during lunchtime."
She gave him a mildly exasperated look. "Not everyone is a musical prodigy," she said dryly. "And it was only an example.""Nevertheless, it is a good suggestion. Fish would be easier to observe in this context than birds. Presuming of course that the young man agrees to be taught."
Listens to the exchange, then looks annoyed, only for the briefest of moments. That's twice now. It's not easy to hear everything you've done or tried to do up to this point has been wrong...
"It would be impolite of me to suggest how you spend your time, or it's wisest use, and even more so to ignore a helping hand offered."
He steps off for a bit, giing this some serious thought. He returns, having come to a decision.
"Alright, Gyna'ka, I will allow this. I agree to submit to your guidance on this matter." he bows, and ceremoniously offers her his swords."Very good," she said, trying to regain control over the situation. Sheessuroussen could be most vexing in that regard. She laid her hands on the weapons offered in acceptance of the gesture and then handed them back to the maftet.
"In order to teach you, it will be necessary to establish telepathic contact so I can show you what it looks like when you manipulate the size of your fear aura. And of course we will need an appropriate environment. It may not be an instant solution. You may require a great deal of practice."
"Sheessuroussen, do you think it would be possible to program a watery environment and a school of fish into the SIM rooms? I am concerned about leaving the school at the moment. Considering."
Sheessuroussen looks confused, "I know nothing about program." He says as a matter of fact, "I can make a pond, lake, or sphere, and summon a school of illethisa to inhabit it."
His tanned and scarred hands come up and he points to a nearby clearing, "Only if it is convenient for you though. If a 'program' is necessary I shall cede to the one who possesses the knowledge to do so.
igni eventually leaves his work.. Well, not really. He brings it with him. He wanders into the lunchroom, absent mindeledy gets some food, nibbles on it, then gets back to work. The blade is looking nice, but not good enough, so he keeps working.
Through all the hubbub going on around the meet-and-greet, Midori (who had been escorting Lang throughout) misses Blackscales-sensei's hurried withdrawl from the room. She does note one thing though, and during a quiet moment of respite Lang has from the Important People crowding the room, Midori quietly asks: "Is something the matter Lang-kun? You seem distracted."
Lang simply sighs, then looks at Midori, then toward the door. come-on with me Lang takes her hand and goes out onto the balcony.
Once outside, Lang takes a moment to gather his thoughts. I really don't like these sort of functions. but still, at the same time, I know they are ncessary. turning to look at Midori, Thanks for coming.
Sil nods at Jeran's suggestion "Yea, that's fine, I just want another take it on things is all. Later works"
"Alright. You two stay with the girl. Keep her safe and keep her here at the school," he agrees.
"I'm not disagreeing about her treatment," he continued, addressing the infirmary staff members. "But this girl is being hunted by extraplanar beings. For her safety she needs to be guarded. As long as I or these oithers are guarding her then you can bring in people to treat her here. I believe the infirmary is a more secure environment for her than elsewhere. For now. It's reasonable to give her a secure environment like this for an adjustment period."
"In the meantime, I have to go get my mech and a containment unit so I can fetch Tryko'Sam. Can you give me the exact coordinates?" he asked the angel. "Once I have those I can get there with the built in starcaster in my mech."
Standing up rather proudly, the Angel says, "I shall guard her as is fitting of my purpose in existence, and per our bond, Jeran Darkclaw." He turns towards the Nurse and such adding, "Know that there is little that you can heal of this girl, that has not been healed-- only time and teaching will change her further." Given the way it's phrased, and what Jeran states, it's obvious the Nurse seems to give in.
Nurse then adds, "Very well, we'll set aside a room with some basics. I'll go see to it."
Jeran would note that the Angel seems curious of the Nurse while accepting Silinrul probably due to having met him prior in the Heavens. In fact, per body language alone, the Angel does appear 'ready'. Slight paranoia.
"If your ..mech, is built by the hands of a mortal or the Heavens, I can speak with it. It will know where to go." That said, the Angel then goes and scoops up the Chosen One, who is trying to hide while being held, but the Angelic presence is quite alluring or contemplative, like a fly and lights on a Summer eve. She did peek over at Silinrul, but the wings on his back did seem to spook her considerably.
"Lead, I shall follow and then return with her. She will not leave my sight or hand." He does sound rather ...official about that.
"Very good," she said, trying to regain control over the situation. Sheessuroussen could be most vexing in that regard. She laid her hands on the weapons offered in acceptance of the gesture and then handed them back to the maftet."In order to teach you, it will be necessary to establish telepathic contact so I can show you what it looks like when you manipulate the size of your fear aura. And of course we will need an appropriate environment. It may not be an instant solution. You may require a great deal of practice."
He sheathes his swords.
"I do not expect this to be easy. I grant you whatever access to my mind you require."
Ephebe was still trying to run when she tripped and feel onto the sand. Sand. Everywhere as far as the eye could see. Oh, ****. She recognized this place. She'd been here once before. The hourglass....and she had the sinking feeling that Kronos wasn't going to let her leave of her own volition.
::...Ephebe? Oh, no...Kronos has taken her again...:: he says to Taron. ::But it wasn't...I need to go see what has happened.::
Over the family bond, Taron can easily sense his concern for his wife.He teleports to the last location his wife was at when she was taken, and looks around.
"If I'm going to risk my life passing on this information, I would like it to be as complete as possible. Alys, can you give me any information about how you found the sword?"
Ryuzo stiffens a bit, ever so slightly, at that choice of words.
::You do not necessarily need to be the one who tells her:: he sends to her, conveying way more concern/fear than he can mask.::But we can discuss that after this...::
"Yeah, there's a place to put the empty trays over by the door," she said, guiding the small group over to the door and helping them get rid of their trays and then into the hallway. "It shouldn't take too long, Djalos. The infirmary usually locates itself near the cafeteria during lunchtime.""Uh. Ya. I'll come."
She looks at her emptied tray.
"Does this go somewhere?"
"Thank you. I can't see the arrows... so I need a guide," Djalos says sheepishly. When Raelle begins to guide him, Djalos shows that he doesn't need a hand to hold or whatever-he just needs someone to focus on.
"The school rearranges itself? No wonder people need the arrows..." the young elf muses as he walks along.
"Why does it put the room close together? I'd rather have them further apart, so there wouldn't be sick people close to the food."
Archena follows with a spring in her step.
"It's okay. I can help you go ask if you feel nervous about it," she said with a cheerful smile. She seems oblivious to the idea that he could...Jacob's lunch is abruptly interrupted by a small red-headed girl with freckles and big blue eyes.
"Hi! You're new. I don't remember your name. I'm Chara. Do you like it here? I like it here. I get to play lots more than I did the last place we lived cause they have an infirmermery and you get whoosh sent straight there and they keep a blowtorch handy just for me. I'd shake your hand, but I can't, coz I'm fragile," she added, making a face. "I don't like being fragile. I want to get better so I can do stunts. On rollerskates. Well....anykind of wheels will do....or sleds.....ooh, I bet I could sled down the stairs. Just like when I did it with rollerskates but without the ramps but the sled would be like its own ramp and I bet it would be really bumpy....Want some charred cheese? Oh, wait, no, that would be bad for you. You're not a firebird. That's right. My food would make you sick. Well, never mind. There's lots of other kinds of food. And sometimes they have cookies. Chocolate chip are the best. They always remember to burn a few for me....Why aren't you eating? Isn't the food good? If you don't like what you should just say and they can help you find something else you know. The lunchladies here are really nice," she finished with all the earnestness and pent up energy of a golden retriever.To put it bluntly, Jacob looks like he's been hit in the face with a cricket bat. No bruises or anything, but that general look you get when something just completely blindsides you.
While the perky little firebird girl is rambling, Jacob occasionally attempts to interject, but her cascade of words drowns out all of the "ah-"s and "um-"s.
When her little waterfall of words is finally over, Jacob expresses his entire feelings on the matter with one word: "Um..."
Jacob finally manages to wrangle a sentence out of his throat. "No! No, it's fine, don't do that. I was just... thinking." He sighs heavily. An intricate, yet jagged white scar is barely visible on his forehead. Anybody who looks at it gets a faint feeling of unease...
Jacob is fairly tall for his age- five foot three, maybe four-and has curly brown hair. He wears a black felt jacket with black slacks and a green scarf. His eyes are very strange-they constantly shift colors, and sometimes they hold strange designs within them. The young boy's posture suggests an introverted, shy kid.
Sheessuroussen looks confused, "I know nothing about program." He says as a matter of fact, "I can make a pond, lake, or sphere, and summon a school of illethisa to inhabit it."His tanned and scarred hands come up and he points to a nearby clearing, "Only if it is convenient for you though. If a 'program' is necessary I shall cede to the one who possesses the knowledge to do so.
Ryleh blinked. "Oh. Er, yes, that would do nicely. I did not realize you could conjure those things here so easily. I thought it would end up like last time and current circumstances make going offworld at present impractical."
She smiled just a little. "And remind me later to show you the thing I was speaking about. It is something that my daughter made. It creates virtual environments. Very practical for teaching children to handle danger without subjecting them to any real harm."
Sil nods at Jeran's suggestion "Yea, that's fine, I just want another take it on things is all. Later works""Alright. You two stay with the girl. Keep her safe and keep her here at the school," he agrees.
"I'm not disagreeing about her treatment," he continued, addressing the infirmary staff members. "But this girl is being hunted by extraplanar beings. For her safety she needs to be guarded. As long as I or these oithers are guarding her then you can bring in people to treat her here. I believe the infirmary is a more secure environment for her than elsewhere. For now. It's reasonable to give her a secure environment like this for an adjustment period."
"In the meantime, I have to go get my mech and a containment unit so I can fetch Tryko'Sam. Can you give me the exact coordinates?" he asked the angel. "Once I have those I can get there with the built in starcaster in my mech."
Standing up rather proudly, the Angel says, "I shall guard her as is fitting of my purpose in existence, and per our bond, Jeran Darkclaw." He turns towards the Nurse and such adding, "Know that there is little that you can heal of this girl, that has not been healed-- only time and teaching will change her further." Given the way it's phrased, and what Jeran states, it's obvious the Nurse seems to give in.
Nurse then adds, "Very well, we'll set aside a room with some basics. I'll go see to it."
Jeran would note that the Angel seems curious of the Nurse while accepting Silinrul probably due to having met him prior in the Heavens. In fact, per body language alone, the Angel does appear 'ready'. Slight paranoia.
"If your ..mech, is built by the hands of a mortal or the Heavens, I can speak with it. It will know where to go." That said, the Angel then goes and scoops up the Chosen One, who is trying to hide while being held, but the Angelic presence is quite alluring or contemplative, like a fly and lights on a Summer eve. She...
"Umm....my mech is kept off of school grounds. It isn't safe for her to leave the wards. They aren't perfect, but any level of protection is better than none. Anyways, if you can communicate with machines, you can just give the information to this," he said pulling out a small data pad from his pocket, "and I can use this to put the coordinates in to the mech."
"If I'm going to risk my life passing on this information, I would like it to be as complete as possible. Alys, can you give me any information about how you found the sword?"Ryuzo stiffens a bit, ever so slightly, at that choice of words.
::You do not necessarily need to be the one who tells her:: he sends to her, conveying way more concern/fear than he can mask.
::But we can discuss that after this...::
::Yes. The important thing is that she needs to take this seriously. That makes getting the information to her...tricky. She needs to trust the source.::
"Thank you. I can't see the arrows... so I need a guide," Djalos says sheepishly. When Raelle begins to guide him, Djalos shows that he doesn't need a hand to hold or whatever-he just needs someone to focus on."The school rearranges itself? No wonder people need the arrows..." the young elf muses as he walks along.
"Why does it put the room close together? I'd rather have them further apart, so there wouldn't be sick people close to the food."
Archena follows with a spring in her step.
"Yeah, the school is constantly rearranging itself. You can never actually learn where things are really. It does try to be accomodating though, especially in case of emergency."
"Well, it's because there are often emergencies during lunch. Someone showing off and it went wrong, or a fight, or someone losing control of a power....that kind of thing. It needs to be near just in case. And sick people aren't really that much of a problem. Most of them can be cured quickly."
Jacob finally manages to wrangle a sentence out of his throat. "No! No, it's fine, don't do that. I was just... thinking." He sighs heavily. An intricate, yet jagged white scar is barely visible on his forehead. Anybody who looks at it gets a faint feeling of unease...Jacob is fairly tall for his age- five foot three, maybe four-and has curly brown hair. He wears a black felt jacket with black slacks and a green scarf. His eyes are very strange-they constantly shift colors, and sometimes they hold strange designs within them. The young boy's posture suggests an introverted, shy kid.
"Well, whatever you're thinking about doesn't look like that much fun. Maybe you should try thinking about different things. Things that don't make you frown so much. Then you'll feel better because you'll be thinking about happy things," she said with the cheerful self-assurance of the very young.
Ephebe stumbled across the burning sands. It was so hard to cncentrate. So many memories. Which of them were real? Which of them were hers? Some of them were of things that hadn't even happened yet. She couldn't keep anything straight, but some part of her knew that she had to keep moving. If she stopped moving she would be lost. So she stumbled on.
In all the confusion there was one image, a possible future, and she clung to it like a lifeline. She was at some kind of festival in Kuros, examining a table with toys for sale. And then a small dark-haired girl ran up to her showing off a balloon that she had won at one of the game booths. She laughed and patted her head. And then a dark haired boy the same age demanded to be picked up and another little girl with purple hair clung to her leg. And there was her mate holding the fourth child, a boy with green eyes just like his. She laughed as they all told her about how much fun they'd been having and they all went to get candy apples....a whole crate of them of course. Dragons children were never going to be satisfied with just one apple. And then they laid out blankets on a meadow on the outside of town as it got dark so they could all watch the fireworks.....it was a beautiful memory and she was determined to find the future in which that memory would be real. If she could just navigate this maze somehow to find it....
Grim walks outside to look for where everyone went and then looks surprised to see Krays "Mr. Krays? What are you doing here?"
Grim walks outside to look for where everyone went and then looks surprised to see Krays "Mr. Krays? What are you doing here?"
He turns suddenly...then calms.
"I am looking for my wife, Grim. Do you know who saw her last?"Over the family bond:
::No immediate sign of her, Taron. I think we should proceed on moving the children, though. Who knows how long Kronos will keep her this time. Aananda, Kronos has taken Ephebe again, and judging from what she was feeling, it's not going to be a pleasant visit for her...::
"I don't know, she and lang and Mindori have all just disapeared"
Grim walks outside to look for where everyone went and then looks surprised to see Krays "Mr. Krays? What are you doing here?"He turns suddenly...then calms.
"I am looking for my wife, Grim. Do you know who saw her last?"
Over the family bond:
::No immediate sign of her, Taron. I think we should proceed on moving the children, though. Who knows how long Kronos will keep her this time. Aananda, Kronos has taken Ephebe again, and judging from what she was feeling, it's not going to be a pleasant visit for her...::
::I really hate these Patrons... Moving the eggs now.:: He grumbles.
"Yeah, the school is constantly rearranging itself. You can never actually learn where things are really. It does try to be accomodating though, especially in case of emergency."
"Well, it's because there are often emergencies during lunch. Someone showing off and it went wrong, or a fight, or someone losing control of a power....that kind of thing. It needs to be near just in case. And sick people aren't really that much of a problem. Most of them can be cured quickly."
Ironically enough, during this discussion of arrows, Raelle spots a rather somber look Ardiente making his way towards her, following the arrows. He looks pale, as if he was ill.
Lang simply sighs, then looks at Midori, then toward the door. come-on with me Lang takes her hand and goes out onto the balcony.
Once outside, Lang takes a moment to gather his thoughts. I really don't like these sort of functions. but still, at the same time, I know they are ncessary. turning to look at Midori, Thanks for coming.
Outside of the stiffness and formality of the main event, Midori relaxes her uptight persona a bit, flashing Lang a real smile, instead of the tight, reserved and polite smiles that have been plastered on her face the past while.
"Just wait until the ceremony itself, Lang-kun. I'm sure there will be even more to be excited about." she says coyly, taking in a deep breath of the mountain air. "Someone needs to be here to make sure we keep that promise of doing something fun every day, ne?" she pokes Lang softly in the ribs after saying that, trying to cheer him up a bit.
Ironically enough, during this discussion of arrows, Raelle spots a rather somber look Ardiente making his way towards her, following the arrows. He looks pale, as if he was ill."Yeah, the school is constantly rearranging itself. You can never actually learn where things are really. It does try to be accomodating though, especially in case of emergency."
"Well, it's because there are often emergencies during lunch. Someone showing off and it went wrong, or a fight, or someone losing control of a power....that kind of thing. It needs to be near just in case. And sick people aren't really that much of a problem. Most of them can be cured quickly."
"Hey, Archena, can you show Djalos the rest of the way to the infirmary? That's my boyfriend headed this way and he looks like there's something wrong. Thanks," she said, making sure that Archena and Djalos were all set before breaking off to intercept Ardiente.
"Hey, what's wrong? Are you sick?" she asks, concerned.
"Umm....my mech is kept off of school grounds. It isn't safe for her to leave the wards. They aren't perfect, but any level of protection is better than none. Anyways, if you can communicate with machines, you can just give the information to this," he said pulling out a small data pad from his pocket, "and I can use this to put the coordinates in to the mech."
Looking at the data pad, the Angel tilts it's head slightly (ever so) as he gazed upon it and then reached out to touch it, apparently that was sufficient to activate it, power it, and then use the processes for storage.
"I am using my current location as the point of reference. You will note, it is a vast distance away. If you go there, I am not certain of the conditions, save what I can see, which is the vastness of space, minus any stars in quite a distance around his current location. He has not moved in the time since I have discovered him-- save to die repeatedly, it would seem."
There's an odd, indifference to the Angel's voice. As if discussing the way a cookie falls apart. Clearly he's not attached to Tryko'Sam's situation at all.
"I don't know, she and lang and Mindori have all just disapeared"
"I see. Who is in charge here?"
::Yes. The important thing is that she needs to take this seriously. That makes getting the information to her...tricky. She needs to trust the source.::"If I'm going to risk my life passing on this information, I would like it to be as complete as possible. Alys, can you give me any information about how you found the sword?"Ryuzo stiffens a bit, ever so slightly, at that choice of words.
::You do not necessarily need to be the one who tells her:: he sends to her, conveying way more concern/fear than he can mask.
::But we can discuss that after this...::
::Agreed. Ironicly, if she is aware of such things, she may accept an emmissary of my patron, namely myself.::
Lang simply sighs, then looks at Midori, then toward the door. come-on with me Lang takes her hand and goes out onto the balcony.
Once outside, Lang takes a moment to gather his thoughts. I really don't like these sort of functions. but still, at the same time, I know they are ncessary. turning to look at Midori, Thanks for coming.
Outside of the stiffness and formality of the main event, Midori relaxes her uptight persona a bit, flashing Lang a real smile, instead of the tight, reserved and polite smiles that have been plastered on her face the past while.
"Just wait until the ceremony itself, Lang-kun. I'm sure there will be even more to be excited about." she says coyly, taking in a deep breath of the mountain air. "Someone needs to be here to make sure we keep that promise of doing something fun every day, ne?" she pokes Lang softly in the ribs after saying that, trying to cheer him up a bit.
Lang smiles again, midori seemed to know just the right thing to say to make him feel better.
he was lost in thought for a moment, he didn't even realize he was staring at midori. Midori, there is something I have been meaning to ask you...
but before he could finish someone comes out on the balcony interrupting. You, you are the avatar boy right? he asks.
Lang toward the man, yes, why do you ask?
your teacher, the one I was speaking with earlier, where did she go? he seemed rather agitated about something as he asked.
I don't know, oh, I am sorry, Midori, this is Sen-fa one of the earthbending masters. Lang tries to make a polite introduction.
Sen-fa simply stays on topic. I was keeping tabs on her, the she suddenly vanished. Something is going on, I think she is behind it. he seems a little agitated, about something.
Lang looks back at Midori, well, time for that fun, I guess
turning back to Sen-fa lets go find her then, shall we?
Lang offers his hand to Midori to see if she want to join him in the search.
"Well, whatever you're thinking about doesn't look like that much fun. Maybe you should try thinking about different things. Things that don't make you frown so much. Then you'll feel better because you'll be thinking about happy things," she said with the cheerful self-assurance of the very young.
Jacob finally manages to wrangle a sentence out of his throat. "No! No, it's fine, don't do that. I was just... thinking." He sighs heavily. An intricate, yet jagged white scar is barely visible on his forehead. Anybody who looks at it gets a faint feeling of unease...Jacob is fairly tall for his age- five foot three, maybe four-and has curly brown hair. He wears a black felt jacket with black slacks and a green scarf. His eyes are very strange-they constantly shift colors, and sometimes they hold strange designs within them. The young boy's posture suggests an introverted, shy kid.
Jacob gives a small smile. From the mouths of babes... he thinks to himself, then replies to Chara. "I suppose that makes sense. Pardon me, but what is your name?"
Considering the question for a moment, Anahita then replies after a nod of affirmative, "If you mean the abilities I am a master of, years of experience-- hardly new. If you mean the recent boons I have been bestowed, perhaps two or three weeks at this time. I've come to lose track of time, perhaps some physical method to track would be best, though I'm ... not sure when I, no wait, I know when I started caring about these details. My apologies. The clarity of wakefulness, without the rushing wall of thoughts this time, thankfully. I believe this is the first time I've slept naturally without augmentation via magic though. Well, there was, perhaps there was last night. The night here, that is, in the woods. I'm beginning to think I might have some manner of mental illness, though I suspect I'm a poor subject of analysis given my recent experience. I'm not concerned though. Your concern is noted, and appreciated."
She leans in and gives Illithia a firm, warm hug at that, without thought and purely feeling induced.
"Does this remind you of yourself, perhaps? Something to do with your colorful display?" Anahita's warm and smooth finger tips brush, ever so lightly if Illy doesn't flinch from the touch or hug, along the exposed points of coloring. "The grey does not suit your person. The purple was a delight."
She smiles at that.
Illithia is listening intently as Anahita rambles on, and her eyes widen at her proclaimation that she might indeed be mentally ill, but that she doesn't really care about it. She opens her mouth to fiercely object, but Anahita startles her once again with a hug. The grey colouration in her ink shifts wildly between pink, red and navy blue as her emotions fluctuate wildly. The colour finally settles on a light pink as Anahita lightly runs her fingers along the extensive colouration.
"Y-yeah." she replies, blushing slightly. "I... wasn't at Avalon when my powers first started to manifest. It... can we not talk about it?" Her expression changes slightly, her slightly embarrassed grimace changing to an approving smirk quickly, though her colours and cheeks retain the light pink shade. "It took some time for me to get used to wearing my emotions on my sleeve." she says, holding a tattoo'd arm up with the same colouration.
"'Sides! You're changing the subject! Why aren't you concerned about your own well-being?!" she continues, the arm that was held up coming down to point accusingly. "Don't make me march you into the infirmary!"
Lang smiles again, midori seemed to know just the right thing to say to make him feel better.
he was lost in thought for a moment, he didn't even realize he was staring at midori. Midori, there is something I have been meaning to ask you...
but before he could finish someone comes out on the balcony interrupting. You, you are the avatar boy right? he asks.
Lang toward the man, yes, why do you ask?
your teacher, the one I was speaking with earlier, where did she go? he seemed rather agitated about something as he asked.
I don't know, oh, I am sorry, Midori, this is Sen-fa one of the earthbending masters. Lang tries to make a polite introduction.
Sen-fa simply stays on topic. I was keeping tabs on her, the she suddenly vanished. Something is going on, I think she is behind it. he seems a little...
Midori seems to stiffen almost instantly as the pair are interrupted, shifting easily back into her polite mask. "Pleasure to meet you, Sen-fa-sama." she bows deeply when they are introduced.
Midori takes the offered hand, but Lang can feel her tension through her grip, and she looks just a little pale under her golden skin.
When she has the chance, she leans in and whispers in Lang's ear a little frantically. "Lang-kun, I don't have my weapons. What if there's a monster?!"
Sheessuroussen looks confused, "I know nothing about program." He says as a matter of fact, "I can make a pond, lake, or sphere, and summon a school of illethisa to inhabit it."His tanned and scarred hands come up and he points to a nearby clearing, "Only if it is convenient for you though. If a 'program' is necessary I shall cede to the one who possesses the knowledge to do so.
Ryleh blinked. "Oh. Er, yes, that would do nicely. I did not realize you could conjure those things here so easily. I thought it would end up like last time and current circumstances make going offworld at present impractical."
She smiled just a little. "And remind me later to show you the thing I was speaking about. It is something that my daughter made. It creates virtual environments. Very practical for teaching children to handle danger without subjecting them to any real harm."
Sheessuroussen just smiles, and begins to walk to the clearing, "If you can make a bowl shaped depression in the center of the clearing... fifty feet or so around, I can do the rest. He says this and waits for her to oblige, knowing the power of her Earth magic.
He creates water that simply flows from his fingertips, a neverending stream of water which will fill the depression in a handful of minutes.
takra overhears the conversation about Ephebe, and appears nearby, very obviously easedropping.
Lang was about to answer Midori when he noticed tarke listening in. Lang blushed a little, worried that his thoughts were broadcast to everyone.
Tarka, you heard all of that?
looking back to Midori, I certainly hope you will not need your weapons, But if there is a monster, I will make sure you have a weapon.
Alys thinks for a moment then nods sharply and speaks a few quiet words to Ehos. ** spoiler omitted **
She turns back to Nala and begins to speak again. She is speaking softly as one would when speaking near someone who is injured or sick. As she speaks, silent illusions begin popping up in a clear space near her, the images showing scenes of what she describes. ** spoiler omitted **...
Ehos shakes his head defiantly as Alys apologizes. If he's realized at all that Alys' speech is hurting him, then he doesn't show it.
Ehos begins to relate Alys' story, though she has to pause occasionally to allow those reading to catch up. Over the course of the telling, Ehos looks increasingly worse for wear. By the time it's over, he's sitting with his head in one hand and the datapad in the other. He waves off any further attempts by Nala to heal him or Alys to stop, saying that he'll 'be fine'.
It doesn't take a perceptive person to realize that Alys' words are causing Ehos physical pain, and Nala suspects that whatever ability which allows Ehos to understand Alys is backfiring, his mortal brain unprepared for the Words of Reality itself.
"I hear a lot of thigns. Not all of witch actually happen. Someone said somthing about Ephebe?"
her cheery demeanor never seems to falter. Exactly what she knows is hard to tell.
"Becuase I don't see her. Did something happen?"
"Miss Svarog, while they are not nobles there is nothing the matter with the 'purity' of the Charbonnier family, not that I care. I love my wife and the opinions of everyone else on the subject are utterly irrelevant. Now, I am giving you some leeway since you have had an upsetting experience and this is your first day here, but you need to understand that if I ever hear you refer to any member of my family as a 'sootblood' again you will be spending a substantial amount of time in detention. That isn't a threat. It's fair warning. As is the mention that detentions around here can be very creative."
"Now, I presume we are done with particular bit of unpleasantness. My point remains valid Miss Svarog. The only ones displaying abnormal abilities are the children of noble houses. What you are experiencing is in fact perfectly normal."
Lily blinks as Sorchan states his non-threat, clearly non-plussed. "Understood, sir." she replies placidly.
"What of that..." Lily bites her tongue, stopping short whatever she was going to say before seeming to carefully reconsider. "What of the commoner that was to be executed? As I understand, he was not pure-blooded and yet displayed strange powers as well."
Sorchan, Phaezeriel, and Serrin get the impression that Lily is trying to argue her way out of her own powers. Trying to justify it, trying to reach at anything to get out of this. Even in her emotionless state, there's a kind of placid desperation to her arguements.