While Mithros was giving the new recruits the tour, Jiminy was monitoring incoming reports from TacNet of two unidentified Dragons flying through Avalon airspace. He would have sent support to deal with it, but the reports indicated that Grandma had decided to handle things personally, so he continued to monitor passively in case any more decided to show up.
"I'm making progress. It'd be easier if I'd started on it oh, say, a year ago, when I ought to have done all of it. Definitely not as much fun as you've been having," she said with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk. "Relax, Ehos, I'm not mad. You don't smell like anyone but yourself and you're not known for being indiscreet, so I'm guessing dreams again?""Yeah." he says, pulling on a fresh pair of pants on and squeezing onto the bed, finding a space to sit in all the madness. "It's like I'm seventy again. It's annoying and embarrassing." he says with a huff.
"Are we gonna train when you're done? I need to mentally prepare myself." he continues, sticking his tongue out slightly, obviously not overly shaken up by his dreams.
She laughed. "Well, that sounds like a challenge if ever I heard one. But no, I think you've had enough for today. You have to give yourself some recovery time or you'll just get more tired, not better. Although I can definitely think of some better things to do with that tongue," she shot back playfully, gathering her books and papers to get them off the bed. "I have some time before I'm on the roster to go and babysit the 'Chosen One'."
Chosen One
"Come on, Cho," Jeran said, prying her away from SIlinrul and picking her up to take her inside. "Let's get you inside away from the big flying things. Which will be taken care of shortly. You don't have anything to worry about. Look, see, you're indoors now. There's several stories of building between you and them and don't worry, Sil will be alright too. There's no need to panic...oh, for the love of....put your dress down, Cho! Putting it over your head will not make things better and the rest of us would really rather not see your underwear," he said in a long-suffering voice, glaring at some passing boys who were enjoying the view too much.
It was certainly a good thing indeed that someone else dressed the Chosen One, otherwise, it'd be more then the casual peek of undies now and then-- and severe nose bleeds all around.
As Jeran brings the girl into the halls, he does spot out of the corner of his eyes, one of the odd quiet boys, who usually never gets out much in public, stopping in his tracks and then eyes rolling up into his head and he falls to his knees and seems to fall into a kneeling torpor of sorts-- having visions of something unspoken. Clearly it's not causing any triggers of the Wards, so he doesn't disappear. From all accounts, it's either a seizure or a vision that 'soothsayer' types might get. Certainly not uncommon at all in this place, but definitely as far as Jeran's 'guardian of the Chosen One' perception is concerned, a first time this fellow ever saw the girl. Even with her skirt up.
The youth doesn't seem to be saying much, but his twitching eyes and such, are beholding something in his mind's eye.
Merikh stopped and looked around, his vision changing before he shook his head.
"Must be hungrier than I thought." He tells the fellow student next to him in the buffet line as he piled food on his plate and went to get a table. "that was weird...."
Glancing between the four 'beings' in the SIM Room with him, Tryko'Sam blinks and then peers off as if inspecting where the roof might meet the room's wall.
He appears to be considering something of interest over 'there'.
"My my? Polite, are we?" mazia still seems... Unimpressed. Disinterested. Zanthos on the other hand is far less happy, clearly irritable at being bound- abruptly growing tentalces that pry at the bindings in irritation. "I mean, clearly, running into random strangers and binding them for no apparent reason? Wonderful, and so very... Typical, really. Alright, fine. So, I'm mazia, and this is Zanthos. I'll not be saying where, right off the bat, becuase frankly, you look like the kind of person that could break my home, and everyone there. Pity, Havel would love to meet you. Now. Can we undo these...nither of the two seem the least bit intimidated. The blue one speaks up
"I'm somone who really doesn't take threats well."
mazia rolls his eyes.
"And he's also the one with zero tact."
zanthos growls, before mazia continues to mock him.
"Well. it's true. Elegy hsving to recreate our bodies before raising us would take longer. Not fun. So show at least a bit of respect."
yet, at the same time, mazia is barely aknowkadging that there is, in fact, a threat.A swarm of small crystals flies out from the purple dragon and surrounds the two cheeky intruders, spinning a web of ectoplasmic ropes around them, which constrict tightly, pinning their wings against their sides. They are both grabbed by the backs of the necks and thus prevented from falling or crashing.
::I do not threaten. If I wanted you dead, you would be dead. Nor am I the only thing you have to worry about. Now, are you going to tell me who you are, or do I need to pry the information from your minds?::
Her mental voice was no calm and her statements matter-of-fact, if slightly annoyed. If these two were from the Empire, they were the Empire's stupidest scouts. Their lack of recognition of what she was indicated to her that they might be from somewhere else and bought them a little more rope to hang themselves with.
::Considering that you have come to my home, uninvited and unannounced, and refused to answer a simple question about your identities, I am being extremely polite. Can you honestly say you would do the same if someone dropped by your home in the same fashion? Now. We are going to go inside and have a nice, long chat. Once I am satisfied that you are no threat to the children here, then you will be allowed to leave. How we reach that happy conclusion is largely up to you.::
And with that she teleported the two into one of the many detention rooms, releasing their ectoplasmic bonds. Not that it did them much good as they were both suspended in the sensory deprivation environment of the white room, well out of reach of Ryleh or each other. Ryleh transformed into her human form and calmly folded her hands inside her sleeves. "Let us begin again. What brings you to Avalon?" she asked with exaggerated politeness.
"You would not be dealing with me personally, no. Would someone have stopped you? Oh, yes. We take the safety of our students very seriously here. Flying over without notice or any attempt to communicate gets noticed quite quickly."
"But to the more currently relevant point, where are you from? Not the exact location of your home," she said with a dismissive wave, "but which world? I believe the answer to this question has become essential in not wasting time talking circles around each other," she said crisply.
"We gotta put em side by side!" he says, laughing.
Janie frowned and chewed on her lip and then a large wind blew through the room creating a huge wave that brought the snakes closer together. "Hmm. Uhh...this may take a little more concentration than I anticipated."
"we're locals- born here on agarthia."
mazia nods.
"We've never had anyone claim to be from off-world, even among the few hundred people who simply drop by once a week to hear havel's latest thing to try and deepen their devotion to thier path. After all, becoming dragons seems to be rather challenging for most people."
"Becoming dragons?! So let me get this straight...after more than six hundred years of systematically trying to kill any dragon on sight, your group has actually decided that they want to be them now?! Am I hearing this right? You were made like this? Not just into dragons, but into the very types of dragons your ancestors and mine fled from when this world was created because they were trying to exterminate us??!"
She paced back and forth, pinching the bridge of her nose to fend off the blossoming headache. "That takes a truly special kind of stupid," she muttered darkly.
She stopped. "I'd tell you to stay put, but in here you haven't much choice. I need to verify your story, analyze for myself whether you are telling the truth. If you are, I will provide you with a map and an invitation for your group's leader to come and have tea. I have many questions and wish for more...comprehensive answers."
"Well, I've never done anything very bad at all. Mostly I've just been fatally incompetent. In my defense, the odds were stacked against me. I was never meant to win. But dying so many times....I'm a little warped I guess. But sometimes I really hate my sister for being so irritatingly competent all the time."
"Sorry. It really is the best confession I could come up with. I've always been a bit of a rule follower," she added apologetically.
"give it some time, you're hanging with the right crowd" he says with a grin "though really, dieing that much sounds awful, I haven't died once yet and I don't plan on doing so for a good many centuries, like after I've killed the lich and my kids have had kids who have gone on to have yet more kids. To be able to call yourself fatally incopetant" he shudders slightly.
"not all of us were too into the hunter thing, you know."
mazia says, rather plainly.
"But feel free to dart off, or whatever. You're right, after all. Not like we have much choice."
"No, of course not," she said dryly. "There are always plenty of people content to simply sit back and watch. A problem I have often heard repeated by those who have been hunted down for the crime of being different. It is the indifference of bystanders that allows atrocities to continue. But you will no doubt learn this for yourself in time. It is a lesson that seems to be only ever learned the hard way."
"I will only be gone for a few minutes," she finished, leaving the room and walking briskly towards Aananda's lab to retrieve a portable scanner and to her own lair to retrieve a small hand mirror and a couple of small crystals.
Chosen One
"Come on, Cho," Jeran said, prying her away from SIlinrul and picking her up to take her inside. "Let's get you inside away from the big flying things. Which will be taken care of shortly. You don't have anything to worry about. Look, see, you're indoors now. There's several stories of building between you and them and don't worry, Sil will be alright too. There's no need to panic...oh, for the love of....put your dress down, Cho! Putting it over your head will not make things better and the rest of us would really rather not see your underwear," he said in a long-suffering voice, glaring at some passing boys who were enjoying the view too much.It was certainly a good thing indeed that someone else dressed the Chosen One, otherwise, it'd be more then the casual peek of undies now and then-- and severe nose bleeds all around.
As Jeran brings the girl into the halls, he does spot out of the corner of his eyes, one of the odd quiet boys, who usually never gets out much in public, stopping in his tracks and then eyes rolling up into his head and he falls to his knees and seems to fall into a kneeling torpor of sorts-- having visions of something unspoken. Clearly it's not causing any triggers of the Wards, so he doesn't disappear. From all accounts, it's either a seizure or a vision that 'soothsayer' types might get. Certainly not uncommon at all in this place, but definitely as far as Jeran's 'guardian of the Chosen One' perception is concerned, a first time this fellow ever saw the girl. Even with her skirt up.
The youth doesn't seem to be saying much, but his twitching eyes and such, are beholding something in his mind's eye.
Keeping himself between Cho and this guy having a seizure, Jeran steps cautiously forward.
"Are you alright? Do you need to have someone help you to the infirmary?" he asked.
"give it some time, you're hanging with the right crowd" he says with a grin "though really, dieing that much sounds awful, I haven't died once yet and I don't plan on doing so for a good many centuries, like after I've killed the lich and my kids have had kids who have gone on to have yet more kids. To be able to call yourself fatally incopetant" he shudders slightly."Well, I've never done anything very bad at all. Mostly I've just been fatally incompetent. In my defense, the odds were stacked against me. I was never meant to win. But dying so many times....I'm a little warped I guess. But sometimes I really hate my sister for being so irritatingly competent all the time."
"Sorry. It really is the best confession I could come up with. I've always been a bit of a rule follower," she added apologetically.
She shrugged. "I stopped counting after fifty, to be honest. And no, it doesn't get easier. It just didn't seem to be worth the trouble of counting. Anytime I talk about attempt number and it's a number bigger than fifty, I'm totally being facetious. I have to idea what number it was. Still happened, but I get a bit mixed up on order."
"Ugh! All that's left are veggies," she complained. "Not that I dislike veggies. I just prefer them in the context of pizza," she added, sadly stuffing some broccoli in her mouth. "And I told you people here weren't going to be weirded out by your past," she added nudging Jasper. "It's all good. Fresh start and all that."
While Jiminy watched the reports of the uninvited guests at Avalon, a staffer buzzed him on his com.
"Hey...uh...Boss. You have a visitor. Umm...should I let this guy in?"
On a small screen in front of him he gets a feed from the front reception area, standing there is a tall, red devil looking person.
Phaezeriel grins at Vai, ::It's always good to have quiet time. I know how that can be sometimes. I just wanted to make sure my first real friend was okay.::
Vai seems to hesitate for a good, long moment of silence before continuing. "Is it wrong that I kinda feel bad for Lumos?" she blurts.
Not even giving Phaezeriel a chance to respond, she carries on in a rush: "I mean, that game that the patrons play, that's their whole life. Their whole existance. They never get to trust anyone, they never know who is their friend and who is manipulating them. Their whole life is being afraid they'll end up on the losing end."
There's another long silence as Vai bows her head a little, some hair coming free to fall in front of her face. The hum of the nursery machinery almost swallows what she whispers. "That sounds like a horrible and pitiful existance to me."
Random Hallway
Keeping himself between Cho and this guy having a seizure, Jeran steps cautiously forward.
"Are you alright? Do you need to have someone help you to the infirmary?" he asked.
The young boy doesn't appear to react to Jeran, at all, but murmurs out a few oddities and such, clearly in another language -- while continuing the soothsayer like manner, mind's eye elsewhere while a twitch or three courses through him. He doesn't appear to be in 'danger' or harm, but certainly, seizure like for the untrained eye.
Listening to him speak, though, he utters a few odd words...
Cho, meanwhile, might be drooling, or playing with Jeran's outfit if there's a loose string or something equally distracting.
She laughed. "Well, that sounds like a challenge if ever I heard one. But no, I think you've had enough for today. You have to give yourself some recovery time or you'll just get more tired, not better. Although I can definitely think of some better things to do with that tongue," she shot back playfully, gathering her books and papers to get them off the bed. "I have some time before I'm on the roster to go and babysit the 'Chosen One'."
"Nothing but work work work with you." He says with an overly exasperated expression, finishing with a wink. "I thought I was on recovery time?"
There's a gentle tapping at the door to Ginni's room, wherein reside the aforementioned as well as Ace and Tamina.
He shakes his head no.
"No not really. Before the "world flip", we had pretty regular schedule.
Jeran and I's training coincided with the concept and test flights for the mechs. With all the crisis lately, though, we've kinda met and done maneuvers when we can, but most of the time it's personal time in the simulator, any more.
I know the Boss wants to get things back on schedule, but, hasn't happened yet. Between the "life pod incident" and the attacks on Kuros, it's been tough. I have a hunch Jiminy will hand over leading training to Jeran, but that's just wild speculation on my part. Prolly not the answer you all wanted, but it is what it is. We'll get everyone up to speed, don't worry."
"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but I think Jeran has his hands full babysitting recently." Ardiente puts in, trying to stick to protocol as much as possible during the tour. However he may have changed since leaving the sun, the military training seems to stick out in this situation.
Vai seems to hesitate for a good, long moment of silence before continuing. "Is it wrong that I kinda feel bad for Lumos?" she blurts.
Not even giving Phaezeriel a chance to respond, she carries on in a rush: "I mean, that game that the patrons play, that's their whole life. Their whole existance. They never get to trust anyone, they never know who is their friend and who is manipulating them. Their whole life is being afraid they'll end up on the losing end."
There's another long silence as Vai bows her head a little, some hair coming free to fall in front of her face. The hum of the nursery machinery almost swallows what she whispers. "That sounds like a horrible and pitiful existance to me."
Phaezeriel looks at Vai, and though his silver eyes make reading his facial expressions more difficult, long practice shows Vai that there is a profound, remembered pain in Phaezeriel that does not echo into his thoughts, ::It is. It is a lonely and dark place. The only thing that there is to keep you going is your own convictions; doing what you think it right. Until you find the people that can be trusted to not simply use you. To someone who has lived without the possibility of friendship for any length of time, a true friend is of incalculable importance.::
Though he does not need to stop talking while he eats, Phaezeriel pauses to take a bite, chew, and swallow before continuing, ::But you have to be able to accept that another might not be manipulating you, might actually be your friend. If you cannot encompass that possibility with your mind, there is little hope of finding someone like that. I had never thought of the Patrons as possibly being lonely. Do you think they really are?::
She smiled back. "Of course I mean it. Now, Lang might not want to get started right away. He's promised some other classmates to play with them. But he might have time after that. And the three of you can work out times to meet this weekend to work on it. And I'm very sorry that it took me so long to get you the help you asked for, Gareth. Just because there were other things that were urgent doesn't mean that this isn't important. Please forgive me for taking so long."
I forgive you, Mrs. Blackscales! It's not like I had lots of other things ta do after anyway. I don't even know what I'll do after we figure out my book, honest." He explains, still quite cheerful and seemingly unaware of the dragons nearby.
Lang bows to Gareth, greetings, We can probably take a little time right now first. may I sit down and have a look at your book?
Lang waits for the invitation to sit. but he also continues, You can come and play with us as well.
"Sorry, but I left it in my room. It's kinda heavy and I was getting mad at it.... I would like to play though, as long as it's not near water and stuff."
"Do you not like water?"
"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but I think Jeran has his hands full babysitting recently." Ardiente puts in, trying to stick to protocol as much as possible during the tour. However he may have changed since leaving the sun, the military training seems to stick out in this situation.
He sighs.
"No, you're not mistaken, per se, but I don't know much about the situation other than he's been saddled with some 'barely there' Human girl with a ton of baggage. Knowing Jeran, he'll do right by her, and he'll do his duty here. How he figures that out is anybody's guess."he says the last bit with a chuckle.
"So, since we'll be working together pretty closely for the foreseeable future, let's say we do some introductions. I'm Mithros Phoebus, as some of you may already know, and Sunbird One's pilot. Other than being a natural flyer, hadn't had much experience piloting anything until I got here, but it seems I have a knack for it. I'm hoping that will be the case for all of us..." he looks and nods at Ghalen to go next.
He nods in return
"I am Ghalen Kiln, former Imperial Inquisitor. Yes, that Empire. I no longer have any allegiances with them, however while in their service received some of the best training available. I am familiar with and can pilot most craft from skimmers to large shuttles and space superiority craft, but this will be my first attempt at flying...'mecha'."
Mithros bawks at that
"You're kidding me, right? You used to work for the a+#~!#+s we've been blowing up? Does Boss know about this?"
Looks slightly annoyed.
"To answer your questions in order: No, I'm not kidding, Yes, either you or some other resistance ship destroyed the ship I was stationed on which was full of Drow, who can easily be described as 'a##*@~+s' and finally, if by Boss you mean Jiminy, then yes, he is aware. His entire family is aware, as far as I can tell. Will this be a problem?"
Blinks
"You know...I don't know if it will, I guess that's up to you. I suppose if Jiminy is O.K. with this...wow."
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Smirks
"No problem here. Is this where we hug it out?" he holds out his arms.
"No, no hugs." he says, taking a step back.
"Just remember who's side you're on, and we'll be good."
"Anyone else have any shocking things they'd like to share?"
"Do you not like water?"
"Nuh-uh. I can't even swim."
While Jiminy watched the reports of the uninvited guests at Avalon, a staffer buzzed him on his com.
"Hey...uh...Boss. You have a visitor. Umm...should I let this guy in?"
On a small screen in front of him he gets a feed from the front reception area, standing there is a tall, red devil looking person.
"Okay, send him in," Jiminy said, intrigued. He knew this guy was a student at Avalon. Might as well find out why he wanted to talk to him so bad.
He watched as on of the workmen steered the new arrival back to the area where he was monitoring the screens.
"Hey," he said with a friendly smile. "I'm afraid I've forgotten your name. Sorry about that."
Random Hallway
Keeping himself between Cho and this guy having a seizure, Jeran steps cautiously forward.
"Are you alright? Do you need to have someone help you to the infirmary?" he asked.The young boy doesn't appear to react to Jeran, at all, but murmurs out a few oddities and such, clearly in another language -- while continuing the soothsayer like manner, mind's eye elsewhere while a twitch or three courses through him. He doesn't appear to be in 'danger' or harm, but certainly, seizure like for the untrained eye.
Listening to him speak, though, he utters a few odd words...
Cho, meanwhile, might be drooling, or playing with Jeran's outfit if there's a loose string or something equally distracting.
"Uhhh....oooookay. Hey! You! A little help here?" he said, flagging down a passing student.. "I think this guy is having a seizure or something and I've already got my hands full," he said, nodding towards Cho, who was busy unraveling his shirt. "Can you help him get to the infirmary?"
She laughed. "Well, that sounds like a challenge if ever I heard one. But no, I think you've had enough for today. You have to give yourself some recovery time or you'll just get more tired, not better. Although I can definitely think of some better things to do with that tongue," she shot back playfully, gathering her books and papers to get them off the bed. "I have some time before I'm on the roster to go and babysit the 'Chosen One'.""Nothing but work work work with you." He says with an overly exasperated expression, finishing with a wink. "I thought I was on recovery time?"
She laughed and sat down on his lap. "Well, then, how did you want to spend your recovery time?" she asked, leaning her head on his shoulder and cuddling close. "If you're not taking suggestions," she teased.
There's a gentle tapping at the door to Ginni's room, wherein reside the aforementioned as well as Ace and Tamina.
Tami opens the door, expecting another visitor. The staff didn't usually bother knocking.
"No, no hugs." he says, taking a step back.
"Just remember who's side you're on, and we'll be good.""Anyone else have any shocking things they'd like to share?"
"Nope. Nothing shocking here. We are the least shocking group of runaways you will ever meet," Alev said dryly, which got him thwacked upside the head by Elektra.
"Do you want to learn how to swim?"
"No!" The boy quickly replies, clutching his book like it was a shield. "I don't like water!"
"Ok...." He says confused "care to share why not?"
While Jiminy watched the reports of the uninvited guests at Avalon, a staffer buzzed him on his com.
"Hey...uh...Boss. You have a visitor. Umm...should I let this guy in?"
On a small screen in front of him he gets a feed from the front reception area, standing there is a tall, red devil looking person.
"Okay, send him in," Jiminy said, intrigued. He knew this guy was a student at Avalon. Might as well find out why he wanted to talk to him so bad.
He watched as on of the workmen steered the new arrival back to the area where he was monitoring the screens.
"Hey," he said with a friendly smile. "I'm afraid I've forgotten your name. Sorry about that."
"Casseus, and no problem. I'm not usually the forgettable type, that may taking getting used to." he says with an awkward smile. A silence ensues...
"Ok, so, I'm here because I don't really know what the hell to do with myself. Life at Avalon wasn't really cutting it. I don't care much for classrooms or moody teenagers, or any other number of whacked out s%@& that happens there. I'm also tired of sitting in the metal shop making pistols to pass the time. I need something to occupy myself with, something meaningful, even. I heard Kuros has problems...I'd like to think that maybe there's a place for me here to help out."
Random Hallway
"Uhhh....oooookay. Hey! You! A little help here?" he said, flagging down a passing student.. "I think this guy is having a seizure or something and I've already got my hands full," he said, nodding towards Cho, who was busy unraveling his shirt. "Can you help him get to the infirmary?"
The look on the person's face that Jeran gets the attention of initially is classic, easily described as, 'Hell no!' as they rapidly dash off and away. It didn't help that Jeran being climbed on by the Chosen One, and seeing as this was likely a medical situation as mentioned, not something a random wanted to get involved in.
After a few moments of watching that student scuttle off, Jeran would notice out of the corner of his eye a little girl, in an adoreable sun dress, holding a single balloon by it's string, staring at him with larger than normal eyes.
"He's seeing the future," she barely squeaks out, "and he'll forget this happened soon. He's an oracle, his mommy and daddy sent him here because they don't love him.."
Needless to say, this girl is odd. Not threatening, but odd. Basic instincts make the hackles go up, but not threateningly, just the rub the fur the wrong way, which is odd into itself. Almost as if reading his mind, she then says, "I'm Holly. He's Dav."
"Ok...." He says confused "care to share why not?"
"Because I just don't!" He says rather unhelpfully.
While Jiminy watched the reports of the uninvited guests at Avalon, a staffer buzzed him on his com.
"Hey...uh...Boss. You have a visitor. Umm...should I let this guy in?"
On a small screen in front of him he gets a feed from the front reception area, standing there is a tall, red devil looking person.
"Okay, send him in," Jiminy said, intrigued. He knew this guy was a student at Avalon. Might as well find out why he wanted to talk to him so bad.
He watched as on of the workmen steered the new arrival back to the area where he was monitoring the screens.
"Hey," he said with a friendly smile. "I'm afraid I've forgotten your name. Sorry about that.""Casseus, and no problem. I'm not usually the forgettable type, that may taking getting used to." he says with an awkward smile. A silence ensues...
"Ok, so, I'm here because I don't really know what the hell to do with myself. Life at Avalon wasn't really cutting it. I don't care much for classrooms or moody teenagers, or any other number of whacked out s&++ that happens there. I'm also tired of sitting in the metal shop making pistols to pass the time. I need something to occupy myself with, something meaningful, even. I heard Kuros has problems...I'd like to think that maybe there's a place for me here to help out."
Jiminy looked thoughtful. "Well, I have a couple of possibilities that pop into mind right off the bat. Depending on what you want to do. It sounds like you have machining skills, which I could definitely use. Especially on the more complicated projects involving planetary defense. Or, if that's not especially your thing, Kuros is currently more than a little bit lacking in the law enforcement department. They try, but they're in a bit over their heads most of the time. You might be able to change that. Either of those sound like good options to you, Casseus?"
Random Hallway
"Uhhh....oooookay. Hey! You! A little help here?" he said, flagging down a passing student.. "I think this guy is having a seizure or something and I've already got my hands full," he said, nodding towards Cho, who was busy unraveling his shirt. "Can you help him get to the infirmary?"
The look on the person's face that Jeran gets the attention of initially is classic, easily described as, 'Hell no!' as they rapidly dash off and away. It didn't help that Jeran being climbed on by the Chosen One, and seeing as this was likely a medical situation as mentioned, not something a random wanted to get involved in.
After a few moments of watching that student scuttle off, Jeran would notice out of the corner of his eye a little girl, in an adoreable sun dress, holding a single balloon by it's string, staring at him with larger than normal eyes.
"He's seeing the future," she barely squeaks out, "and he'll forget this happened soon. He's an oracle, his mommy and daddy sent him here because they don't love him.."
Needless to say, this girl is odd. Not threatening, but odd. Basic instincts make the hackles go up, but not threateningly, just the rub the fur the wrong way, which is odd into itself. Almost as if reading his mind, she then says, "I'm Holly. He's Dav."
"So what is he going on about, Holly? I can't understand a word of it," he asked, looking highly uncomfortable. He was pretty sure she was too young to be in this part of the building. Probably. But sometimes looks were deceiving so he was trying not to say anything. And he was not so keen on the whole mind reading thing, but he couldn't be absolutely sure that's what happened. She could have just anticipated the question. He would think that he was being paranoid, but so often his paranoia turned out to be right.
Jiminy looked thoughtful. "Well, I have a couple of possibilities that pop into mind right off the bat. Depending on what you want to do. It sounds like you have machining skills, which I could definitely use. Especially on the more complicated projects involving planetary defense. Or, if that's not especially your thing, Kuros is currently more than a little bit lacking in the law enforcement department....
"Law enf..." blink blink
"Me? I uhh...I mean...well, s*&*." he sits down or leans on the wall."They're that hard up? Don't get me wrong, of the two options, being a constable sounds more interesting, but...huh. I'm not too good at manual labor. Making pistols is kind of a hobby, since I usually have to repair my own pistol. That havin' been said, I don't think I'd enjoy doing it 24/7, just makin' stuff. I dunno that'd I'm cut out for law enforcement, either, but I suppose I can give it a go."