Seeking a quiet space, Vai has sequestered herself in the family nursery, quietly watching over her future nieces and nephews, absently flicking through a textbook.
SIM Room 3
Vickory is never one to leave well enough alone, so she pops in to SIM 3 while Sam is there, "So what are you working on?"
Vickory now seems to have a trio of marbles floating after her though.
Opening the easily doesn't happen, easily, as there seems to always be either some lock in place-- or just enough of a delay, that when stepping in, it's Tryko'Sam standing in the midst of a large grid filled room, the default look in some cases.
He glances over, seems to contemplate the form of Vickory and then thoughts flash through his features when he stops the thinking to reply, "Hey there. Vickory-- right? Not a naga." He does notice the swirling trio of spheres, but doesn't speak of the sight.
Looking at the room, then back as the door shuts behind her, he says, "Sublimating ...pet projects. Working up the PE library, various other SIMs. You-- you were part of the strike team, right? Did it--" he shakes his head a second, then refocuses on her, "Are you alright?"
He's dressed in a basic sweat pants and shirt combination, black and dark grey. No jewelry, hair's gone longer, recently shaved though, nearly clean as always otherwise.
Vickory nods, "It petered out in the most anti-climatic way. After the demon, everyone else got separated. I didn't encounter much resistance after that either. Turns out the city and it's cult was part of some sort of project or contest, I'm guessing between celestials and demons. A referee of the contest brought me back here."
SIM Room 3
Vickory nods, "It petered out in the most anti-climatic way. After the demon, everyone else got separated. I didn't encounter much resistance after that either. Turns out the city and it's cult was part of some sort of project or contest, I'm guessing between celestials and demons. A referee of the contest brought me back here."
This earns Vickory a bit of an intense stare session, before furrowed brow and the shake of a head to look elsewhere. "I'm not going to pretend to understand. The place is empty now though, right? Or should we trash it in case those ..." he pauses with a slight shudder, "pricks return and repeat their project or contest?"
He looks back to study her features and response.
Vickory doesn't seem emotional about it at all. "Something tells me you should probably wait awhile before going after any more inter-outerrealm projects. Besides, do you honestly think that whatever happens to that city will stop such powerful beings? You can't eradicate evil. As much as it is distasteful, it is the conflict that both defines us and makes us grow beyond what we otherwise would be. Without that conflict, we would stagnate, wither, and die, with no appreciation for what we have. All the good in the universe is pointless if the people are dead, or lack the ability to understand and appreciate it. So don't kill yourself over it. Take the time to enjoy and appreciate the results you have gotten. Don't let the continued existence of evil blind you to the good in world, for that is what happens to one just before their working for good causes the greatest of tragedies. You might be familar with the phrase, 'The portal to hell is opened with a spell of good intentions.'"
Friday afternoon
Raelle sat on the grass outside, soaking in the sunshine. Because waiting around in the infirmary was just too depressing. Ginni was still unconscious. There was still nothing she could do to help. Melody was still missing. There was nothing she could do to help with that either. And she couldn't believe she was even saying this, but she actually missed going to classes. She knew she'd get in trouble if she was caught sitting out here alone. After all, there was still a murderer on the loose. But it was this or take off the stupid inhibitor and cover her room in math graffiti again.
Seen approaching at a brisk trot across the green is the sculpted form of Ardiente wearing his flight suit, obviously going to be headed to Jimmy's factory for training soon. He's wearing an easy-going smile.
"Hey you." he says as he easily folds into a sitting position next to Raelle. He kisses her cheek lightly.
"Hey," she said, brightening up. "I didn't expect to see you this afternoon. Not complaining," she added with a big smile. "I know you've been busy training. And it's probably just as well," she said, taking his hand and leaning her head against his shoulder. "I haven't been very good company this week. But I've missed you anyways."
Djalos nods, and strides to the SIM room.
Jacob begins stroking his chin. "Yes, that may be a good idea..." Then he grimaces. "Is it a bad sign that the thought of minions bowing and scraping to me is appealing?"
Jacob begins stroking his chin. "Yes, that may be a good idea..." Then he grimaces. "Is it a bad sign that the thought of minions bowing and scraping to me is appealing?"
"Probably, but in this case you'll be safe, Those minions only bow and scrape for one person and you aren't her. They won't even pay attention to you unless you bring them coffee."
Jacob nods, then gives an inquisitive look at Keme. "Is this 'coffee' some sort of product of an arcane ritual that requires sacrificing of innocents and such?"
Having discovered that the roof is an excellent place for acrobatics, Asha was walking along the edge of a railing on her hands. Because it was good practice. And because her friends were mostly either busy or cranky. Or both.
Chara stops to consider this. "Yeah, okay. That works way better. No chance of drowning. Yay! I know the perfect staircase too! It has an extra wide bannister, so I don't even have to find any plywood! And I get to fly through the air!" she agrees enthusiastically.Lang looks thoughtfully at her logic, But you are a firebird, I don't think you will do well in water even if you could swim. So I really don't think that is a really good idea.
Lang sort of wants her to try and have some fun, but he also does not want to see her get hurt.
then he has an idea, How about this, you skate like you want to but instead of water I catch you in the air ball like this?
Lang gives a laugh, Ok, but first lets go get some food. you can join Sun and Sara, and me in the Garden. then we can all play.
Lang tries to escort Chara to get some dinner. and show her the way to everyone else.
Ignace and Phaedra were walking down the hall and Ignace stopped when she saw Lang. But then she started walking again.
"Hello," she said stiffly.
"Hey," she said, brightening up. "I didn't expect to see you this afternoon. Not complaining," she added with a big smile. "I know you've been busy training. And it's probably just as well," she said, taking his hand and leaning her head against his shoulder. "I haven't been very good company this week. But I've missed you anyways."Seen approaching at a brisk trot across the green is the sculpted form of Ardiente wearing his flight suit, obviously going to be headed to Jimmy's factory for training soon. He's wearing an easy-going smile.
"Hey you." he says as he easily folds into a sitting position next to Raelle. He kisses her cheek lightly.
"Yeah I've still got alot to learn so I won't be around much tonight I want to check-in. How are you holding up?" Ardiente tries to suavely slide his hand onto hers but ends up being a bit awkward about it as he misses slightly.
Jacob nods, then gives an inquisitive look at Keme. "Is this 'coffee' some sort of product of an arcane ritual that requires sacrificing of innocents and such?"
Ignace and Phaedra were walking down the hall and Ignace stopped when she saw Lang. But then she started walking again.
"Hello," she said stiffly.
Lang paused as she walked by. Ahh, hello, Ignace. he smiled as she walked by.
wait, Do you and your friend want to join us for dinner in the garden? Chara and I with Sun and maybe Sara are going play a game later. I would like for you to join us.
Lang tries to be polite as possible and welcoming. He looks toward Ignace's new friend a bit hoping for an introduction.
As Arthur was exploring Mel's datapad, he notices an old message, looks kind of like a reminder note but it appears to be very old. at least a month or more. it is marked as Unread and the topic says "Arthur" (note that this is written before Mel ever met Arthur)
As arthur reads the datapad on the way from class to his laboratory he opens the curious note.
The note is about Arthur more like a note to mel but strangely it was almost like she expected Arthur to read it.
The note:
Hey there, make sure you remember to sent Arthur the message about the rift, He is probably reading this note right now. anyway, tell Arthur I'm just fine. I met someone named Susan here in the rift. She rescued me in her "rift ship". Anyway, We need your help to get out, the suit you gave me took some damage, not to worry I can fix it, well mostly fix it. Susan seems to really know all about it so she will probably do most of the work.
Anyway, make sure to message Arthur about the SIM room program...
Outside of the Cafeteria, up the hill and at the outskirts of the green, Fei is concluding a 'lighter' version of the lunchtime training he normally conducts in the basement of Avalon.
He needed to be outside today - his new schedule, now leaning more toward work studies than classes - has had the young monk yearning to be free of the constraints of four walls. That his training is less...intense...than it has been for the last four days is the compromise for safety he must make in order to feel the sun on his face.
It does, on the other hand, give him the opportunity to focus on his defensive maneuvers, and he takes advantage both of the unfettered space to execute the acrobatic jumps, flips and rolls that are part of those katas...and of the feeling of living earth and air on his body instead of dead, cold stone.
A soft chime in his head reminds him that he must make his way to Kuros soon for his afternoon training, and the possible unveiling of some of the new trainees'....'vehicles'. He concludes his kata, and quietly centers himself for a few moments...
SIM Room 3
Vickory doesn't seem emotional about it at all. "Something tells me you should probably wait awhile before going after any more inter-outerrealm projects. Besides, do you honestly think that whatever happens to that city will stop such powerful beings? You can't eradicate evil. As much as it is distasteful, it is the conflict that both defines us and makes us grow beyond what we otherwise would be. Without that conflict, we would stagnate, wither, and die, with no appreciation for what we have. All the good in the universe is pointless if the people are dead, or lack the ability to understand and appreciate it. So don't kill yourself over it. Take the time to enjoy and appreciate the results you have gotten. Don't let the continued existence of evil blind you to the good in world, for that is what happens to one just before their working for good causes the greatest of tragedies. You might be familar with the phrase, 'The portal to hell is opened with a spell of good intentions.'"
The monologue from Vickory is returned with a good long stare, Tryko'Sam's expression unclear of his thoughts. Eventually, "How is it that -- you can, after the anguish I endured, regardless of whether you know the details or not, stand there and tell me to 'let it go'. Then, proceed to explain how it's a necessary evil, even? Is that what you're saying? Just .. quit while I'm ahead and be thankful I am where I am? Am I understanding you right?"
Vickory shakes her head and sighs, "I'm not telling you to quit. I'm telling you to not become obsessed, and to not get tunnel vision. To not get some crazy idea of eradicating all evil in the universe and fighting so hard to acheive that goal, that you lose yourself and become the bad guy, doing bad evil things, all in the name of 'eradicating evil.' Evil is a mirror of good. You can't have one without the other. The important thing is if and how we fight for our values. Losing yourself to obsession is not a good way of fighting it. Forgetting what you fight for is just as bad. Fighting against evil too hard will just result in a perversion of yourself, and the destruction of everything you started off fighting for, and if you are lucky, you'll be too far gone to realize that you've lost when that happens."
SIM Room 3
Vickory shakes her head and sighs, "I'm not telling you to quit. I'm telling you to not become obsessed, and to not get tunnel vision. To not get some crazy idea of eradicating all evil in the universe and fighting so hard to acheive that goal, that you lose yourself and become the bad guy, doing bad evil things, all in the name of 'eradicating evil.' Evil is a mirror of good. You can't have one without the other. The important thing is if and how we fight for our values. Losing yourself to obsession is not a good way of fighting it. Forgetting what you fight for is just as bad. Fighting against evil too hard will just result in a perversion of yourself, and the destruction of everything you started off fighting for, and if you are lucky, you'll be too far gone to realize that you've lost when that happens."
This brings a glean of comprehension on Trkyo'Sam's face.
"Gotcha. Yeah-- I only rush in when I see an 'innocent' girl being abused, or something." He shrugs.
Looking around the room then back to Vickory, he asks, "So what's your bag, why are you here, not-a--... What are you exactly? I'd call you a non-human, forgot the exact term, but you don't appear familiar, no offense. Memory issues, sorting that out though."
He flashes a charming smile at that point, something hard to ignore about that charm, completely natural that it is.
Jacob nods, then gives an inquisitive look at Keme. "Is this 'coffee' some sort of product of an arcane ritual that requires sacrificing of innocents and such?"
"Dude, no," he said, chuckling. "It's a food item. You can ask the cafeteria staff for some. They just really like it and apparently it's really hard to get in hell. Or it's just so bad there that it's not even worth it. I'm not sure which. They explained it once, but it was kinda hard to understand while they were munching on the coffee beans, so I missed some of the finer points."
"Yeah I've still got alot to learn so I won't be around much tonight I want to check-in. How are you holding up?" Ardiente tries to suavely slide his hand onto hers but ends up being a bit awkward about it as he misses slightly."Hey," she said, brightening up. "I didn't expect to see you this afternoon. Not complaining," she added with a big smile. "I know you've been busy training. And it's probably just as well," she said, taking his hand and leaning her head against his shoulder. "I haven't been very good company this week. But I've missed you anyways."Seen approaching at a brisk trot across the green is the sculpted form of Ardiente wearing his flight suit, obviously going to be headed to Jimmy's factory for training soon. He's wearing an easy-going smile.
"Hey you." he says as he easily folds into a sitting position next to Raelle. He kisses her cheek lightly.
"Well, my brain feels like it's wrapped in down and I honestly can't wait until I'm allowed to take off this stupid inhibitor," she said, pulling on the hair clip that she was obliged to wear. "And I think I might go crazy with all the waiting while they're trying to put Ginni back together and find Melody. I feel like I should be doing something, but all I do is either hang around uselessly or cover the walls in math that nobody even understands. And I can't hang around Morrivan any more right now because I swear we just make each other worse. So, about as well as can be expected. Sorry. I don't mean to just complain at you. I'm just having a really hard time trying to find the bright side right now."
"You smell nice," she added after a pause, seemingly out of nowhere and then started blushing furiously. "Oh, crap, I just said that out loud didn't I?" she stammered, totally embarrassed.
Ignace and Phaedra were walking down the hall and Ignace stopped when she saw Lang. But then she started walking again.
"Hello," she said stiffly.Lang paused as she walked by. Ahh, hello, Ignace. he smiled as she walked by.
wait, Do you and your friend want to join us for dinner in the garden? Chara and I with Sun and maybe Sara are going play a game later. I would like for you to join us.
Lang tries to be polite as possible and welcoming. He looks toward Ignace's new friend a bit hoping for an introduction.
Ignace hesitates. She had been very upset with Lang, but she wasn't sure that she was upset enough to inflict Phaedra on him. On the other hand, Chara was giving her the puppy dog eyes. Her little sister hated conflict.
"I suppose my errand can wait," she said slowly.
Ehos has found a resting spot in the shade among some of the shadier trees of the school gardens, quietly hiding from responsibility.
Not to mention nursing a few bruises, scrapes, and abrasions. Jaiye hadn't been kidding about not taking it easy on him during training. It wasn't even the fun kind of sore.
"Well, my brain feels like it's wrapped in down and I honestly can't wait until I'm allowed to take off this stupid inhibitor," she said, pulling on the hair clip that she was obliged to wear. "And I think I might go crazy with all the waiting while they're trying to put Ginni back together and find Melody. I feel like I should be doing something, but all I do is either hang around uselessly or cover the walls in math that nobody even understands. And I can't hang around Morrivan any more right now because I swear we just make each other worse. So, about as well as can be expected. Sorry. I don't mean to just complain at you. I'm just having a really hard time trying to find the bright side right now."
"You smell nice," she added after a pause, seemingly out of nowhere and then started blushing furiously. "Oh, crap, I just said that out loud didn't I?" she stammered, totally embarrassed.
"I wish I could stick to help but cousin wants us to be ready as soon as possible if--" And then what Raelle said actually registers and his face goes as crimson as his plumage.
"Ahh, uhh, you too. Er!" Ardiente stumbles through his words for a second or two more before gaining some measure of composure. "Um, we can just forget about that"
Vickory seems rather immune to the charm, probably because she only looks like a girl.
Vickory looks like she will likely be keeping an eye on you. After a short warning she accepts the change of subject.
"Not just about rushing in, but about your focus and what you spend your time on." she sighs "As for me, well, we sort of have taken the term 'reapling' as name. Not quite official as it is a term given by our enemies, but the closest we have to an official name as most of us kinda like it. We are artificial life of sorts, born of a magic item to seed a soul, and modified black blood that builds a body from a set of bones, usually artificial, but natural bones or even a corpse will work. For example, the queen of my clan was made from the body of the prince's pet dragon that he rode during one of his attacks against us." she says this part proudly, "Actually I am made with his whip Trinity's Rope, which now holds my soul. Unfortunately, Sorenson threw the godstone into the space between realms and the other gods were not happy about it, so they banished us from the realm."
SIM Room 3
Vickory seems rather immune to the charm, probably because she only looks like a girl.
Vickory looks like she will likely be keeping an eye on you. After a short warning she accepts the change of subject.
"Not just about rushing in, but about your focus and what you spend your time on." she sighs "As for me, well, we sort of have taken the term 'reapling' as name. Not quite official as it is a term given by our enemies, but the closest we have to an official name as most of us kinda like it. We are artificial life of sorts, born of a magic item to seed a soul, and modified black blood that builds a body from a set of bones, usually artificial, but natural bones or even a corpse will work. For example, the queen of my clan was made from the body of the prince's pet dragon that he rode during one of his attacks against us." she says this part proudly, "Actually I am made with his whip Trinity's Rope, which now holds my soul. Unfortunately, Sorenson threw the godstone into the space between realms and the other gods were not happy about it, so they banished us from the realm."
"So .. Reapling, huh? And you 'like' it? So you're ... a creation of some magical device, and blood? Huh. Sounds like a re-engineering of base matter into an animated form, jump started by this magic item. Are you all made from bones?"
He reaches out an arm as if to grab something and a glove and visor appear around his hand and face, while the setting of the room shifts into what appears to be a computer 'workshop'. Various monitors are present, there's really only one seat, near him -- and it clearly wasn't designed to allow for two people to work in.
"Hope you don't mind while I work on something while talking, seems as though I'm doing most of the questioning while you answer, as it were. Did you want a large pillow or futon to rest on, or are you not able to get tired too?"
At this point, various of the monitors appear to activate, and it is hard to track what he is looking at with the visor on, but he does 'look' in Vickory's direction.
Seeking a quiet space, Vai has sequestered herself in the family nursery, quietly watching over her future nieces and nephews, absently flicking through a textbook.
Phaezeriel slips into the nursery and smiles tiredly at Vai. He is carrying a trays from the dining hall, ::I didn't see you at dinner, and something told me you might be here. I hope you don't mind, but I brought some for you.:: He sets it near Vai and retreats toward the doors with a smile.
Having discovered that the roof is an excellent place for acrobatics, Asha was walking along the edge of a railing on her hands. Because it was good practice. And because her friends were mostly either busy or cranky. Or both.
The soft sounds of a violin can be heard from nearby. Kezzin sits perched on a dormer window's roof, playing as he watches the sun set. The song aches of a deep sadness and irrevocable loss.
"Actually the magic item is an anchor for the soul. The blood is the animating factor, which uses the item and bones as anchors and determinants. Our form is based mostly on the bones. So if your bones were used for example, the newborn would be bipedal like yourself and of your size. We also use an alloy to shape artificial bones most of the time. Natural bones more easily heal to their orginal shape though, making them desirable despite being easier to break. What are you working on anyway?" Vickory starts looking at the various equipment with a greater understanding now that she has worked with Arthur for awhile. "We can get tired and such, but not in the same way as you. We don't require sleep or anything, but running all out, or constant exertion will still require a period of more restful activity afterwards." Given her girth of only 6-9" she easily fits comfortably.
SIM Room 3
"Actually the magic item is an anchor for the soul. The blood is the animating factor, which uses the item and bones as anchors and determinants. Our form is based mostly on the bones. So if your bones were used for example, the newborn would be bipedal like yourself and of your size. We also use an alloy to shape artificial bones most of the time. Natural bones more easily heal to their orginal shape though, making them desirable despite being easier to break. What are you working on anyway?" Vickory starts looking at the various equipment with a greater understanding now that she has worked with Arthur for awhile. "We can get tired and such, but not in the same way as you. We don't require sleep or anything, but running all out, or constant exertion will still require a period of more restful activity afterwards." Given her girth of only 6-9" she easily fits comfortably.
Watching as Vickory coils up on the floor somewhere, Tryko'Sam shrugs as she doesn't reply to his offer to provide seating, and proceeds to ...sit and turn slightly to look at her.
The effort that he's doing here, isn't (since I don't know how Arthur does what he does, and I presume he's more electrical and mechanical engineering versus Tryko'Sam's non-science work) that easy to follow, since it appears to be happening all at once, elsewhere without much input from him by way of speech or 'keyboard'.
"So, you don't sleep. You don't eat then? Self-regenerating fuel source, or tapping into the ambient energies of the universe in some fashion? More of this 'magic' stuff?"
On one of the screens, a forest scene of pines and mountains flashes through, with a weaving trail being moved over at breakneck speeds. The scenery is breath taking with various other planets in the background. There's no audio.
One another screen, a playground set, with smooth wooden climbing walls, slides and merry go-rounds, the fixtures and styles suggesting cartoonish 'fantasy' settings-- or common real world things.
There's a myriad of other scenes, that flicker along, going in and out, much like someone might be shuffling through a photo gallery and doing edits, but they don't stay on the monitors for very long.
Given the view of below the visor, it's clear that he appears to be enjoying himself, with the occasional smile, grimace and other non-vocal indication-- when he's not asking questions of Vickory.
He concludes his kata, and quietly centers himself for a few moments...
The young monk breaks his stillness, and strides down the green toward the school entrance. As he does so, his neural lace calls up current energy levels in the power corridor connecting the school and the factory in Kuros. There have been no incidents since its activation (and James has been well-pleased with the surplus of energy to increase production), but Fei still confirms all is well...as he intends to conduct an experiment on his trip this afternoon.
Lang smiles at Ignace's acceptance. would you like to introduce me to your friend? he asks hoping to make a pleasant conversation and ease Ignace's anxiety a little.
He concludes his kata, and quietly centers himself for a few moments...The young monk breaks his stillness, and strides down the green toward the school entrance. As he does so, his neural lace calls up current energy levels in the power corridor connecting the school and the factory in Kuros. There have been no incidents since its activation (and James has been well-pleased with the surplus of energy to increase production), but Fei still confirms all is well...as he intends to conduct an experiment on his trip this afternoon.
"We eat when injured to replace lost material. Otherwise our bodies are basically super efficient. There is magic involved as well. Ambient energy helps but we don't rely on it. Sorenson planned on us going to space someday and there isn't much energy up there once you get away from the sun. So what is with all this stuff, and what is it doing?" she gestures around to the various devices and monitors.
"The heck?" Arthur reads over it again to make it make more sense "ok, tabling the how part till I can talk to her and simply ignoring the atrocious grammar, there's some information here." He passes the datapad to Hermes so he can read it himself.
Shortly after reading the note Arthur receives a notice that he has received a message. the old fashion way, via letter.
he needs to stop by the mail room to sign for it.
Meanwhile in the rift.....
"Susan" explains all about the ship and how she got involved in this mess. apparently, she was examining an anomaly starting to form in the time-space vortex. when suddenly a rift opened up and something big passed through.
In its passing, the ship took damage and injured the pilot. ("Susan" never does explain the pilot and why a 10 year old girl is running things). in any event. the ship detected that the rift was expanding and could cause devastation on the worlds it was connecting.
The ship started to work to contain the expansion until Mel arrived with the reality bomb and was able to force the rift closed. unfortunately other things in the rift prevented Mel and "Susan" form escaping trapping them in the rift
While in the rift, several other connections to other timelines were present. "Susan", and Mel started to explore these in the hopes of finding a way out.
instead they found one timeline that had a partial connection to Avalon, this connection was very intermittent and random along the timeline of Avalon.
Another connection was discovered that took Mel to the point of Kai's death. Mel vowed revenge on the creature that killed him. watching this event and powerless to intervene, became the driving force to work on a solution to the problem of getting back.
"Well, my brain feels like it's wrapped in down and I honestly can't wait until I'm allowed to take off this stupid inhibitor," she said, pulling on the hair clip that she was obliged to wear. "And I think I might go crazy with all the waiting while they're trying to put Ginni back together and find Melody. I feel like I should be doing something, but all I do is either hang around uselessly or cover the walls in math that nobody even understands. And I can't hang around Morrivan any more right now because I swear we just make each other worse. So, about as well as can be expected. Sorry. I don't mean to just complain at you. I'm just having a really hard time trying to find the bright side right now."
"You smell nice," she added after a pause, seemingly out of nowhere and then started blushing furiously. "Oh, crap, I just said that out loud didn't I?" she stammered, totally embarrassed."I wish I could stick to help but cousin wants us to be ready as soon as possible if--" And then what Raelle said actually registers and his face goes as crimson as his plumage.
"Ahh, uhh, you too. Er!" Ardiente stumbles through his words for a second or two more before gaining some measure of composure. "Um, we can just forget about that"
Raelle giggled uncontrollably. "No one's ever going to accuse us of being sophisticated," she joked. "But at least I know that I'm not the only one who totally loses all social graces when we're together."
"And it's okay. I know you have to go learn how to save the world," she said, smiling. "I'm glad you were able to stop for a few minutes though. I'm happy to see you. And I really needed that laugh,' she added, giving him a quick, light kiss on the lips.
Having discovered that the roof is an excellent place for acrobatics, Asha was walking along the edge of a railing on her hands. Because it was good practice. And because her friends were mostly either busy or cranky. Or both.The soft sounds of a violin can be heard from nearby. Kezzin sits perched on a dormer window's roof, playing as he watches the sun set. The song aches of a deep sadness and irrevocable loss.
Asha changed direction and headed towards the sound. She listened for a little while and then at a pause in the music she spoke up. "Why does it sound so sad?" she asked, curious. "Is it because you're sad?"
Lang smiles at Ignace's acceptance. would you like to introduce me to your friend? he asks hoping to make a pleasant conversation and ease Ignace's anxiety a little.
"Lang, this is Phaedra. Phaedra, Lang."
"Be nice," she hissed at Phaedra before she could make any of her usual nasty comments about non firebirds.
Phaedra glared at Ignace and then glared briefly at Lang. "Hello," she said stiffly to a spot just past Lang's ear.
Asha changed direction and headed towards the sound. She listened for a little while and then at a pause in the music she spoke up. "Why does it sound so sad?" she asked, curious. "Is it because you're sad?"Having discovered that the roof is an excellent place for acrobatics, Asha was walking along the edge of a railing on her hands. Because it was good practice. And because her friends were mostly either busy or cranky. Or both.The soft sounds of a violin can be heard from nearby. Kezzin sits perched on a dormer window's roof, playing as he watches the sun set. The song aches of a deep sadness and irrevocable loss.
Kezzin jerks a little as he notices Asha and his wings flare out to keep his balance on the roof, "What? No, I am not particularly sad. This violin just likes sad songs. And when I am just improvising, I play what my violin likes to play. I like to play as the sun rises and sets, and this violin is good for the sunset because the sun is leaving for the night. I found another one sitting on my bed three days ago that is better for the sunrise." He cocks his head at Asha, "Why are you walking on the rails on your hands?"
SIM Room 3
"We eat when injured to replace lost material. Otherwise our bodies are basically super efficient. There is magic involved as well. Ambient energy helps but we don't rely on it. Sorenson planned on us going to space someday and there isn't much energy up there once you get away from the sun. So what is with all this stuff, and what is it doing?" she gestures around to the various devices and monitors.
With little movement of his form, leaning there in the chair, Tryko'Sam's hand with glove occasionally moves to touch and move this or that, in the air. Various hand gestures similar to pinching and brushing happen-- clearly interfacing physically besides the mental.
"Gotcha. So no invitations to go snack on something tasty-- do you have tastebuds, appreciate for flavours or such? What do you do for fun besides hang out with angsty good looking blokes?" A slight smirk on his lips after saying such.
Then just as quickly he replies, "I'm creating SIMs, or stories for other students-- maybe a staff or two, as part of my daily schedule. This is both homework and an enjoyable past time. I need to keep mentally busy-- or my memories will over whelm me. Lots of trauma in my existence. I'm going to blame random chance for part of it, and the rest on -- what you said earlier, good intentions."
The room remains oddly quiet, save for their talking and breathing, if any. There's very little other audio and all the monitors are refreshing terribly fast. Numerous scenes, just for an instant or two, then onto something else.
Kezzin jerks a little as he notices Asha and his wings flare out to keep his balance on the roof, "What? No, I am not particularly sad. This violin just likes sad songs. And when I am just improvising, I play what my violin likes to play. I like to play as the sun rises and sets, and this violin is good for the sunset because the sun is leaving for the night. I found another one sitting on my bed three days ago that is better for the sunrise." He cocks his head at Asha, "Why are you walking on the rails on your hands?"Asha changed direction and headed towards the sound. She listened for a little while and then at a pause in the music she spoke up. "Why does it sound so sad?" she asked, curious. "Is it because you're sad?"Having discovered that the roof is an excellent place for acrobatics, Asha was walking along the edge of a railing on her hands. Because it was good practice. And because her friends were mostly either busy or cranky. Or both.The soft sounds of a violin can be heard from nearby. Kezzin sits perched on a dormer window's roof, playing as he watches the sun set. The song aches of a deep sadness and irrevocable loss.
"Because it's good practice. And I'm tired of just practicing on the beams in my room. The SIM rooms are pretty good too, but sometimes I like to go outside because I can now and that's important. And I like to practice because after I've spent all day on things I'm not good at, it's nice to spend time at something I am good at," she said, flipping up to an upright position to make conversation a little easier. "Is that why you like to play your violin on the roof?"
Sadie finds them an unoccupied SIM room and pulls up a menu. "Okay, so should we duel each other or should we fight against simulated monsters here? And how do you want me to set the pain levels? Like totally realistic pain or dial down pain feedback?" she asked Adon and Djalos.