Sara pops up from within the nest with the silly one on her head, the hungry one hanging onto the edge of her pocket and the quiet one in her arms.
"What do I need to choose a favorite for? They're all so cute..."
Since you ae considered a part of the family, one of these owls will become yours, to raise and care for. much like Simba is to Lang. Lang wanted you choose one of Simba's babies since they too are considered family.
"if you want me to join, I' be happy to come, I not I can hang out with teach here"
Lang looks to Grim, Your our friend, no reason for you to not come along. Lang seems to want to include Grim in what he is doing.
Djalos strides into the Enchantment classroom and pulls up a chair that Archen could've sworn wasn't there before. "Greetings, Miss Jones," the young elf begins, his tone crisp, clean, and clinical. "My name is Djalos Tyon, of the... formerly of the Anonemuss clan. It has recently come to my attention that I have a psychic block in my mind, most likely placed there by my handler. I do not know the purpose of this block, but Raelle del Sol, who noticed it, cautioned me that it may be detrimental to my mental health. I was guided here by Archena, as I cannot see due to my powers. Is there anything you can do to remove this block in my mind?"Miss Jones raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't realized that Miss del Sol had progressed so far in developing her psychic abilities," she said dryly. "I am capable of removing this mental block of yours provided it wasn't placed there by a deity. THat would require more time. However, provided your handler was mortal, this should be a fairly simple matter. I will require permission to access your mind and examine the areas around the psychic block. If for some reason I discover that the block is placed there in the interest of your safety or the safety of those around you I reserve the right to refuse to remove it. If. as I think is more likely, it was simply placed in a misguided attempt at control, then I will remove it as requested and will provide counseling as necessary to help you through the process of its removal. More long term therapy may be required and is outside my area of expertise. In that case I would refer you to someone else who can help. Are these terms acceptable? Do I have your permission to proceed?" she asked in a crisp, businesslike tone.Djalos nods. "I agree to your terms. Should I sit down during this process?" The young elf asks. He is in the "at attention" position.
"I find that it does tend to help reduce the rate of concussions from falling down during the process. Disorientation is common during this sort of procedure," she said dryly, waiting for him to find a comfortable position before proceeding.
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She took his hands in hers to keep them from fidgeting. "Hey, whatever it is, you can tell me," she said softly, trying to make eye contact. "We can handle it together. I seem to recall we make a pretty good team," she added with just a hint of a smile.Ardiente allows the eye contact when she takes his hands. There's a ghost of a smile to match Raelle's at her team comment, Ardiente's heart fluttering slightly despite the tight grip of the mood on said heart. "It's... well. There's some sort of... problem, that Aunt Aananda and Arthur and Melody are working... apparently the universe is going to end if they can't fix it. I kinda thought they were playing a prank at first."
"They're... building something to try to fix it, and I thought... well, you are really good at building things, maybe you could help." Ardiente takes a deep breath and looks away for a moment, still ashen-faced. "There's more too, but we should probably go to the lab."
[blink, blink]
She stared at him for a moment, going pale as the news went from bad to worse. She was worried about what was so bad he wasn't telling her, but more concerned about the impending end of the world.
"Okay, come one," she said, taking his hand and heading towards the lab. "Professor Sunwake does not joke about the end of the world. Occasionally she complains that we have an apocalypse at least once a week, but that's not really a joke. More of an annoyed observation."
"And if saving the world depends on Arthur doing math correctly then we're all doomed."
"Ardiente's earth powers are the product of his non-firebird heritage yes, as his fire powers are the product of his firebird heritage. Because that is apparently what happens when two races that usually breed true breed with each other. Somehow I doubt the rest of you are secretly descended from dragons, so no, I'm sorry Miss Svarog, but that explanation won't hold fire. He is the exception and the rest of you are the rule."
"And he was executed. And revived. Unfortunately we were too late to rescue his parents. The Council broke their own laws that day. I had little respect for them before that and none after. But that is not the point, is it? The point is that you have to accept what is. And that means learning to control your powers. If you never choose to use them after that, then by all means, that's your choice to make. But you cannot ignore them. You could hurt yourself and others. Phaezeriel here would be able to best advise you what classes you will need in order to learn that control. It is not such a bad thing, Miss Svarog. Perhaps even useful if you allow it to be."
"Dragons..." Lily seems to focus on that word, her lip curling into an ever-so-slight sneer at the mention. Agartha hasn't forgotten all the old stories, after all. She doesn't say anything else on the topic though. Maybe she is actually capable of learning.
Lily stands quietly for a long period of time, perhaps considering Sorchan's words. Whatever the case, once the sneer over the dragons is gone, her face remains mostly impassive. "Very well. May we take a recess? I would like to walk while I think on this."
"Of course. That seems like a reasonable request to me. Phaezeriel, is there any objection to releasing Miss Svarog from the infirmary temporarily?"
Michael sighs as he read the note that had appeared in front of him.
"Kitty, Ginni was murdered. Ace and Tyrrin, whoever that is, are meeting now. Do you want to go back or head to your family?"
"Ginni?" she asked, tears coming unbidden to her eyes as she remembered the girl who had helped her lay her animal friends to rest after....well, after. "I...I suppose we can postpone the visit until this weekend. I mean, we can't just let this keep happening," she said, her voice trembling. The truth was that she didn't think there was anything she could do even if they found the murderer. She had never in her life felt more helpless, not even when she was invisible.
"Of course. That seems like a reasonable request to me. Phaezeriel, is there any objection to releasing Miss Svarog from the infirmary temporarily?"
Phaezeriel shakes his head slightly, ::None so long as this is simply a recess.::[/ooc] He turns to Lily fully, [b]::Miss Svarog, please take me very seriously when I say that your powers, uncontrolled can be very dangerous. Given that their first manifestation was a projection into another being's mind, it is entirely possible for them to kill by accident. Or worse. You will likely want to try to avoid strong emotions for a while.::
He taps a few times on his datapad, ::You are free to go, Miss Svarog. I have entered an appointment into the school system for you with myself and Professor Nix for Monday during your free period.::
"Ok, I believe her being a challenge. Ginni's always talking about how it would be really bad to touch her mind, even with something benign like a telepathy link. I think she said that makes it easier for her to affect the person with her powers. That said, I am unsure about the threat part. She doesn't have the best control over her abilities after all."
Tyrrin blinks and just stares at Ace for a moment. "Did you say benign telepathy link? As in... when she recovers, she'll probably be linked to her attacker?"
Dave nealy runs into a wall at her nonsequiter he pauses trying to process that before shaking his head "we can discuss celebratory sex after we've done what would be celebrated"
Rena nods happily at that, and giggles a bit when Dave crashes headlong into the wall, seeing as how quickly he shrugged it off. They hurry on towards Vare...
Lang smiles at her, I know what you meant, these things are boring sometimes. I can't say there is or was a monster here, but I did promise something fun, and right now, this probably isn't fun.
Lang has a rather mischievous look in his eye right now as he looks about those present.
looking to Midori, you wanna fly? I have something to show you. looking to grim, you can come to, but you already are a rather skilled flier.
Midori's stomach flip-flops slight and she breaks into a wide grin and nods. "I would love to fly, Lang-kun."
With that said, Midori immediately moves to wrap her arms tightly around Lang, pressing close to him. Kosuke-nii used to take her flying, and with how beautiful the scenery is, she cannot wait.
Kevin is explaining things Jeran told him to Vare when Dave and Rena arrive.
Vare pauses as Kevin explains what Jeran's plan is. He sighs and rubs a temple in irritation.
"He's going to retrieve him? I was going to summon him to us. Well, not to the school, just in case. Ah, Rena. I'm glad David found you. I did have need of an anchor."
Rena just nods and smiles, moving next to Vare. Meanwhile, Vare turns back to Kevin. "Did he say how long the retrieval will take? Time may be of the essence here."
Tilting her head to the side briefly while glancing up and away, at Illithia's initial response, Anahita says, "My perception is that Marsi is male, perhaps there is something to explore there." If there's any sense of tact in this Universe, especially in a High School setting, Anahita lacks (apparently) skill in that. "I am curious to learn more -- Intriguing. As for not being into ladies, I must profess that there's a certain appeal. Like knowing like, again, something worth considering."
Once Illy mentions the Bleachling, however, her attention snaps down and towards the (assuming it's Repp) Halfling in question. There's a study, of sorts, not directly looking right at him, and then Anahita does that 'zoning out' thing, but different this time. She's quiet and unanimated, her expression bland, even if her features never fail to demonstrate their natural beauty.
"i ... no. There is a disconnection there, as I know it. I... hmm." A loss of words, oddly enough. She remains quiet in thought for a few more moments. "Curious. More feeling than thought on that topic."
"Can you explain, beyond the changes in the body due to the age of our peers, why primarily this topic of pleasure is foremost in your mind, and not, say-- the pleasure of casting spells, or exploring the unknown world around us?" She leans in and props her chin on a fist, elbow supporting that, faintly smiling at Illy who falls into her sleepy gaze. Her voice casual on the topic, yet still with that accent born of being a non-Common native speaker.
Illy maintains her grin at Anahita's apparently naivety and lack of tact, and waves her hand in the air. "You're assuming that sex and sexuality is something simple and easy to understand. It's waaaaay more complicated than that. Jus' cause Marsi's got a dick that doesn't make her a guy. It's all up here." There's somewhat wild gesticulating to go along with what she's saying, and Illy finishes by tapping her forehead. "Same thing for you. Nothing wrong with being curious about the ladies. I mean look at me. Damn sexy, no?"
She hops off her chair up onto the table when she says that, striking a noble (if somewhat silly) pose. Her tattoos are still solidly purple.
"Well, considering from what I've seen, adults are also obsessed with sex. Maybe it's just instinct. But there's also lots of people who don't care about sex, who like to do other stuff. It's their life, right? As long as they're not hurting nobody, who cares?" She finishes, still standing in her silly pose atop the table.
[blink, blink]
She stared at him for a moment, going pale as the news went from bad to worse. She was worried about what was so bad he wasn't telling her, but more concerned about the impending end of the world.
"Okay, come one," she said, taking his hand and heading towards the lab. "Professor Sunwake does not joke about the end of the world. Occasionally she complains that we have an apocalypse at least once a week, but that's not really a joke. More of an annoyed observation."
"And if saving the world depends on Arthur doing math correctly then we're all doomed."
Flames above, how can she make me smile even at a time like this? Ardiente thinks as a grin momentarily forces it's way onto his tense face. He lets her lead him onward towards the lab, but stops them short just before the enter.
The corridor they're in now is empty, so it's as private as anywhere, Ardiente figures.
"Raelle..." he turns to face her again, looking into her eyes. He wasn't going to skirt around this any longer. "Vai... somebody killed Vai. Apparently she's already agreed to come back, but there's.. uh... complications with whatever is happening to end the universe."
Illy maintains her grin at Anahita's apparently naivety and lack of tact, and waves her hand in the air. "You're assuming that sex and sexuality is something simple and easy to understand. It's waaaaay more complicated than that. Jus' cause Marsi's got a dick that doesn't make her a guy. It's all up here." There's somewhat wild gesticulating to go along with what she's saying, and Illy finishes by tapping her forehead. "Same thing for you. Nothing wrong with being curious about the ladies. I mean look at me. Damn sexy, no?"
She hops off her chair up onto the table when she says that, striking a noble (if somewhat silly) pose. Her tattoos are still solidly purple.
"Well, considering from what I've seen, adults are also obsessed with sex. Maybe it's just instinct. But there's also lots of people who don't care about sex, who like to do other stuff. It's their life, right? As long as they're not hurting nobody, who cares?" She finishes, still standing in her silly pose atop the table.
Giving the speech a bit of thought, though not really reacting too greatly to the dramatic and playful stance, Anahita dwells in thought before speaking again.
"I do not assume. I speak from the perspective of what is simple and natural. There is female, there is male. Those together, with exceptions in some species, give of one another-- and Life is continued. Sexuality, if you mean the enjoyment of one another's body, isn't anything I speak of. I cannot, it is not something I am overly familiar or learned in. If you mean anything else by sexuality-- I.." She gives a shrug. "That is not something I have studied at great length, or any, though I could speculate. I feel my observation and knowledge of the natural world is deep enough that I speak with some conviction and awareness, not assumption. Though, there is always room for change, and more learning."
She then looks up at Illy's stance and says, "I would not call you sexy, not like I am now. Though, your coloring is quite enticing at times, due to the exotic flavor of their manner. Your mind is intriguing, and that I find alluring. Your passions are noticeable, and those are refreshing to be near. I'm not sure what a male human would think of you, being halfling and the coloring, though, a simple person would most likely go one of two ways; attraction or fear masked as something else."
Then with a casual off handed wave, she concludes in agreement, "You speak wisely. Everyone has a choice in doing what they want-- and those that hurt another, threaten the choice all have innately when available. But, that is the talk of civilized philosophers. It's quite different in the wild untamed world. Quite different. The priorities are quite different."
Then looking back at Illithia, she asks, "Why do you bring up the topic of sex each time we speak? Are you obsessed, as they say, with that? Or do you simply enjoy the reactions people might provide on it?" Curiosity in her voice, though still expressively calm and thoughtful.
Lang smiles at her, I know what you meant, these things are boring sometimes. I can't say there is or was a monster here, but I did promise something fun, and right now, this probably isn't fun.
Lang has a rather mischievous look in his eye right now as he looks about those present.
looking to Midori, you wanna fly? I have something to show you. looking to grim, you can come to, but you already are a rather skilled flier.
Midori's stomach flip-flops slight and she breaks into a wide grin and nods. "I would love to fly, Lang-kun."
With that said, Midori immediately moves to wrap her arms tightly around Lang, pressing close to him. Kosuke-nii used to take her flying, and with how beautiful the scenery is, she cannot wait.
Once Midori grabs on, lang pauses for a moment, several thoughts racing through his mind. Midori can practically sense Lang definitely enjoys taking Midori flying.
After a bit, Lang takes off. He makes a few loops around the Temple grounds. he passes by several other young air benders gliding about. and she spots a few giant Owls out "spreading their wings".
eventually Lang leads them to a separate section of the temple grounds connected by a long stone bridge. There are several Owls around here, and the area Lang is taking them is what appears to be a nursery for baby Owls.
Sara and Sun seems to be there playing with three baby owls already.
"we're ready when you are professor"
Grim bows respectfully to Krays and follows lang out into the sky beefing his ethereal wings, keeping up with the air bender, "so where is it we're heading To anyway?"
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Arthur works in relative silence for a few miniutes before saying "shouldn't we move the body to somewhere out of sight? It's kinda destracting, and will probably be several times more destracting for raelle, I'm not saying lie just tell her at a more convenient time, that way she'll have the proper time to grieve and get closure and she'll be able to help, as opposed to trying to bottle it up and being a mess while she tries to work possibly makeing costly errors, or adding the guilt of not being able to help from the pain of loosing a friend"
Djalos sits comfortably in the lotus position, and nods once. "I am ready," he says confidently... but with a hint of trepidation in his voice that Miss Jones' enchantress training can clearly pick up.
Mentor, City of Knowledge. It's beautiful white and gold architecture greets the dawn with gleams of hope for a better way, and a shining example of applied knowledge. Breaking the skyline of the city are the many spires of the mentor University, each of it's separate outlying spires dedicated to various branches and studies of magic. Water spray from the majestic fountain in the square in front of the school plays with the new day's light as well, shimmering like diamonds.
In market square, shopkeepers shake out rugs and set up their wares for a new day of commerce, either in their own shops and stores, or with carts along the corridor through the Market. Selling all manner of things from nick knacks to produce from outlying farms, the organized chaos of calls to buy or shouts or things for sale will shatter the morning quiet as the sun continues it's climb.
Nethyan hostels will open their doors, the priests begin their morning rites and summoning food and water and providing shelter for the homeless and wayward poor. Last night's visitors will be encouraged to seek their own way, but are never refused re-entry if they need shelter the following eve.
On the borders of the aristocrat and merchants districts, lies one of the cities most famous (if not the most popular) upper class inns. The Gilded Coach is owned and operated by Cordelia la Montez, widow of the former owner. Also here at the inn are visitors from the Avalon School for the Gifted, one particular one, her step-daughter, Kagiero. Cordelia has been gracious enough to provide room and board for their stay in Mentor, at no cost. They stay in one of the private wings, that used to house the family when they lived here. Cordelia is no-nonsense, and doesn't abide fools in her inn, but isn't the typical step-mother level of meanness. She has about 10 staff working for her, barmaids, cooks and house maids. Gurman, the head chef delights in cooking for permanent guests, and her major domo and hostess Leria appreciates work that keeps her and her maids busy. Cordelia runs the bar, waitstaff her self, enjoying the interaction with her patrons. (Cordelia is a little apprehensive about the sentient cloud of bees, and asks that he keep to the private areas as much as possible, and to come and go discreetly).
As the morning grows, calls from Leria will awaken the guests, and let them know breakfast is ready...
A tiny figure flys into a bedroom window...
"Kaggy! Wake up! Breakfast!" the small azata exclaims as it tries to tug blankets off of the bed's sole occupant.
Stirs but does not open her eyes, though is clearly awake now...
"Syl... stop it...few more minutes...alright!" she sits up, giving her tiny friend a look, which is returned with an out-stuck tongue. Kagiero stretches, as Syl flits about the room. She begrudgingly gets out of bed, and heads to her vanity to brush the sleep out of her long hair and wash it off of her face, while Syl ponders the various wonderful things they may be having to eat this morning. Her tiny friend's excitement brings a smile to her face, as it usually does. She throws a robe on over her pajamas, and heads out into the parlor in the private areas where breakfast is served, and after some small talk with Leria, awaits her schoolmates and chaperone.
gavott, as of late, never really sleeps. She sends a large Chunk of her aviable bees to the parlor, if just out of morning ritual- most of her bees stay in her room, continuing to be industrious honeybees, while the other group leaves to be somewhat social. They hover about in the room a while, until the evntually come to rest on a wall, attempting to stay out of the way.
Flys about with the bees, playfully, enjoying their presence, as she does every morning.
"Good morning, Gavott. Looks beautiful outside!" she says cheerfully.
"Good morning, kagiero. And that's good! Perhaps this'll be a productive day for me."
Gavott drones with her wings, creating a farely monotone echo.
"I'm sure you can get my step mother to warm up to you if you gifted her some honey. I know Gurman would appreciate it at least."she starts suddenly hoping she didn't just say something rude.
"I-If you wanted to, I mean. You certainly aren't obligated to!"
Coco had barely gotten any sleep, out partying half the night. her hair a mess and her pajama top backwards as well as inside out.
she awakes not to the noise but rather the smell.
She lays there in bed, savoring the aroma, until the sound of an all to familiar buzzing.
uggg, Gavott. she manages to get out and rolls out of bed.
making her way into the parlor still a little groggy, she plops in a chair. and after few seconds of attempting to stay alert, her head plops back down onto the table. ugggg
"Good morning to you too..." she says dryly. "Busy night?"
"I've thought of that, acutally. I already have more then I need... And good morning."
"Thought of what?" Ahti asks loudly as she walks by Coco and sits at the table. "what's for breakfast?"
"Offering some of my exess honey to Cordelia."
Coco never even lifted her head. and responded to everyone with a grunt and a wave.
why are mornings so early in the morning?
Coco was out partying nearly all night.
"I'm sure she'd consider it, if not accept right out. Honey is quite useful, after all."
"I'll tell her when I see her next, then."
"Very good. You're all awake."
What previously appeared to be just a potted plant on the table they were gathering around now moves and rustles as group of greenery steps out of it and onto the table.
A squirell made of plants. Moss for belly fur and short grass for longer fur. It has normal green eyes and an evergreen sprig in place of a tail with a couple purple-red berries along the length of it. Small yellow honey suckle blossoms stand at the ends of his ears in place of fur tufts.
The plant squirrel brushes some yellow pollen off of his head fur as he pulls what equates to a staff for him and a rod for anyone else out of the potted plant.
"Good. Now. Who can tell me why you're here? Let's see what kind of attention you've been paying."
"I'm really not sure how long it will take. It's mostly the time to and from the hanger. They have tech powered teleports that will get him there pretty quick. Then he just had to grab him and drive the mech back here. I think I still have the info for the shop here on my data pad from when I had my ooze tank fabricated there. I can ask Mr. Jiminy to tell Jeran where to meet us. Where should that be?"
He draws out his data pad from his coat and taps some things, ready to send a message.
"Because.... everyone else is getting breakfast, and I might as well be here?"
"All of the babies are really sweet. I don't know how to pick between them..."
Sara keeps petting all of them, trying to think of what to do.
"We're supposed to be representatives of Avalon to show the Dean that it would be a good idea for a branch of the school to be opened here, furthering educational advancements, yadda yadda yadda." Ahti recites before getting herself a mug of lemon water.
"Yeah, what she said. This afternoon we have an exhibition for the Deans of the various Colleges. We were supposed to work out what we'd do for our exhibition. I don't understand why the Dean of Admissions sprung this on us last minute. Does he want us to fail, I wonder?"
"Also true. Very good, all of you. And you, Ms. Liquor need to be a bit more responsible with how you manage your time. I'm not always going to be here to watch over you all."
He straightens his robes, the one thing he wears outside of a simple ironwood ring the size of a headphone jack.
Once that's sorted he hands Coco a sprig of some plant he feels he supplies far too often to her. Its green leaf is bitter and strong, but takes the edge off the headache and wakes her up without being overactive as coffee would.
"Now, for part of your mentoring here, you are to all pitch your ideas for the demonstration. I'd like one plan involving the whole group from each of you. Then once we have that, I'll help you in deliberating what your best course should be."
Coco looks up, takes her "medicine" as directed. Sorry Professor. but I like dancing, and socializing, and meeting all sorts of new people. This town has lots to offer.
"True, but it also has people that we must impress. Perhaps you should keep your mingling to a minimum until after we've proved that Avalon students have what it takes to be here in Mentor? Perhaps we should show them Avalon at its best and leave the rest as a pleasant surprise for them."
He phrases it as a suggestion, raising his eyebrows in a knowing way, but it's obviously meant to be more. Of course, Mr. Fanz very rarely imposes his own punishments for disobedience. 98% of the time, not following a rule or suggestion from him ends in its own kind of consequences.