"Well, that I can help with," he said, using prestidigitation to clean Michael's clothes. "But the rips you're going to have to figure out how to deal with yourself.""That I can handle. I got into the habit of keeping spare clothes in my locker. My years at Avalon were not kind until recently. Well, before all this, anyway. It was nice until this."
"Pretty sure that Kitty had everything to do with that. She's kind of amazing like that. She was the one person I couldn't ever drive away when Esperanza was forcing me to be awful to everyone. She sees the best in everyone. Which is why she's probably going to take it hard when she finds out how she was betrayed by that little bastard. I mean, you have to tell her. She'll find out anyways. Best coming from you."
"Anyways, I'm around if either of you need me. For anything. No matter how stupid. I don't exactly have a lot of friends, so my social calendar is pretty much wide open for whatever. I know Kitty already knows that, but I wanted to make sure you knew that it extends to you too."
"Phaezeriel. He'd need to supervise of course. To make sure that the whole thing actually works. I can talk to him in the morning. I'm on duty again of course. No such things as days off for Healers," she said with a shrug. "So I should see him at the infirmary. But I can send him a message just to be sure. He gets called away for emergencies fairly often. If there's one thing that this school needs more of, it's psychic healers."
"Alright. I'll ask Krays, then. He is proficient in raising ex-champions." he says teasing a bit.
"Alright. I'll ask Krays, then. He is proficient in raising ex-champions." he says teasing a bit.
"Phaezeriel. He'd need to supervise of course. To make sure that the whole thing actually works. I can talk to him in the morning. I'm on duty again of course. No such things as days off for Healers," she said with a shrug. "So I should see him at the infirmary. But I can send him a message just to be sure. He gets called away for emergencies fairly often. If there's one thing that this school needs more of, it's psychic healers."
"Yes, well, hopefully that ex part will be temporary. If not, you might want to look into gaining cold immunity," she replied, teasing him right back, although he can tell that she's still very stressed.
He laughs "I'll look into being a polar mole..." with that, he shifts into his mole form and gives cuddles.
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As he's flying along the border of the school grounds, Lucas spots a flash of red. Flying lower he spots a red scarf on the ground just outside the wards. There are broken branches on the undergrowth in this area and several large gouges in the dirt. Signs of a struggle most likely.
lucas's eyes darken and his form shifts becoming more wild looking and dangerous. he projects to the others ::I may have found something, it could be nothing, but if it is her there could be trouble. Chindra keep your distance, this is outside the wards:: he then dive-bombs down to rapidly approach the path of destruction with his lesser pheonix familiar following swiftly behind
Talysmyn can't seem to stop talking as they walk. "He was dead. That gnome was dead, wasn't he? I mean, of course he was. You can't exactly be alive with an arrow through the eye. I mean, duh. I just never saw anybody die before. Was I dead? Only that was an awful lot of blood you cleaned off of me. Oh, man. Mom would totally freak out if she knew. She sent me here cause this was supposed to be a safe place, you know? Cause I was so tired of always moving around. She's way paranoid, my mom. Ever since my dad died I think. Not like I remember what she was like before that though. I was too little. I don't even remember my dad at all. Maybe Mom was always super paranoid. I guess I wasn't paranoid enough. I mean, really, I can't believe I fell for that. It's so obvious in hindsight. Of course Zane wouldn't be inviting me to go for a romantic walk in the woods. I don't think he even knows my name. It was totally an illusion. Like, duh, Lyzzie, of course it wasn't real."Alys quietly mutters another couple of words, their sound shiver across the minds of the others. Alys is not speaking directly to Talysmyn, rather it seems like she is talking to Talysmyn's .. clothing? Then it becomes clear as the traumatized girl's clothing begins to become clean; blood drying and flaking away leaving not even a stain.
As the blood goes away, another series of muttered words sets the knife holes in Talysmyn's shirt to knitting themselves back together.
Alys smiles at Talysmyn and helps her slowly to her feet. Once she is steady, Alys begins to lead her back to the school, one arm around her shoulders.
Alys smiles at her nodding at the appropriate parts to assure Talysmyn that Repp is dead and that the whole setup was a scam.
A perceptive person might notice that Alys is also experiencing some negative emotions that she is doing a rather admirable job of hiding, Oh how I WISH I could talk to people!
Ginni paced back and forth for a while, basically arguing with herself, before she walked out across the landscape straight towards the mist. Her expression was determined. And a little terrified. Okay a lot terrified.
When Ginni get close to the mist, the parts that have managed to seep out through the cracks coalesce into the version of Ginni that Phaeze saw in the mist before.
"Oh, hell no!" Ginni said, horrified. "I may not be able to help being a demon, but that outfit is NOT happening!" This reaction so startled her demon side that she forgot to fight back when Ginni reached out and grabbed her wrist. She dissolved into mist again, but the mist had changed color now. It was silver.The next attack was more subtle, although she couldn't help but notice that demon her was wearing a classier outfit now. It hit her right in the jealousy next. And she had plenty of that. She'd always been jealous of people who had families. It was the only thing she'd ever wanted and the one thing she apparently couldn't have. "Okay, I get it," she snapped, frustrated. "I don't get to have everything I want. So? It's not like you're offering anything better." The demon didn't have a good answer for that one and this one also dissolved into silver mist, but it was close.
She lost count after that. It was a long, long parade of every doubt and insecurity she'd ever had. Every nasty thought, every possible perceived evil. Except...well, it was kind of...shallow. I mean, yeah these were negative aspects of herself, but...was this really all that the demon had to work with? No, it was probably holding the big guns for last. This was just the warm up act to wear her down. And to some extent it was working. Every time she faced down a piece of her demonic essence it took effort. It might be making her stronger, but it was also making her tired.
The latest one formed up. They were starting to look downright sophisticated now. Still sexy, but not slutty. "What are you holding out for anyhow?" Demon-Ginni taunted. "Love? Love is a joke. All it ever brings is pain. Are you going to try to contradict me? That boy...I know he hurt you." Ginni put her hands on her hips, totally fed up with this one. "Seriously? That's where you're going with this? Yeah, he did hurt me. So what? Do I look like the kind of girl who is just going to lay down and die because the boy I like isn't as perfect as I wanted him to be? Just no. This isn't even worth my time," she said as the latest demon vanished into silver mist.
Ginni sagged, breathing heavily. She wasn't sure she could keep this up. She eyed the barrier still....ugh.....still full of red mist. And the barrier was getting weaker.
"Phaezeriel? I don't know if I can keep this up," she said nervously.
Phaezeriel stands and watches in admiration as Ginni engages with her demon side. She is clever, strong, resourceful, and above all, determined. But she clearly does not know how to fight an endurance match, ::Ginni, step back for a few moments. This will be an endurance match. You are doing really very well, but let yourself have a moment to recover.::
Once she returns to his side, he reachs out and touches her shoulder. Her fatigue drains out of her like water running off a duck's back, and she can feel Phaezeriel's strength being offered to her. All she need do is accept it and it will become her strength.
Talysmyn can't seem to stop talking as they walk. "He was dead. That gnome was dead, wasn't he? I mean, of course he was. You can't exactly be alive with an arrow through the eye. I mean, duh. I just never saw anybody die before. Was I dead? Only that was an awful lot of blood you cleaned off of me. Oh, man. Mom would totally freak out if she knew. She sent me here cause this was supposed to be a safe place, you know? Cause I was so tired of always moving around. She's way paranoid, my mom. Ever since my dad died I think. Not like I remember what she was like before that though. I was too little. I don't even remember my dad at all. Maybe Mom was always super paranoid. I guess I wasn't paranoid enough. I mean, really, I can't believe I fell for that. It's so obvious in hindsight. Of course Zane wouldn't be inviting me to go for a romantic walk in the woods. I don't think he even knows my name. It was totally an illusion. Like, duh, Lyzzie, of course it wasn't real."Alys quietly mutters another couple of words, their sound shiver across the minds of the others. Alys is not speaking directly to Talysmyn, rather it seems like she is talking to Talysmyn's .. clothing? Then it becomes clear as the traumatized girl's clothing begins to become clean; blood drying and flaking away leaving not even a stain.
As the blood goes away, another series of muttered words sets the knife holes in Talysmyn's shirt to knitting themselves back together.
Alys smiles at Talysmyn and helps her slowly to her feet. Once she is steady, Alys begins to lead her back to the school, one arm around her shoulders.
Alys smiles at her nodding at the appropriate parts to assure Talysmyn that Repp is dead and that the whole setup was a scam.
A perceptive person might notice that Alys is also experiencing some negative emotions that she is doing a rather admirable job of hiding, Oh how I WISH I could talk to people!
"Oh, gosh, I'm doing it again, aren't I? I bet you're really wishing I would just shut up. So you can talk...Can you talk? I mean, obviously you can talk. Duh. I heard you talk earlier, but it was really different sounding words. And you haven't said anything since, but I thought maybe that was because I was hogging all the conversation. As usual. Sorry about that. I talk a lot when I'm nervous."
Phaezeriel stands and watches in admiration as Ginni engages with her demon side. She is clever, strong, resourceful, and above all, determined. But she clearly does not know how to fight an endurance match, ::Ginni, step back for a few moments. This will be an endurance match. You are doing really very well, but let yourself have a moment to recover.::Once she returns to his side, he reachs out and touches her shoulder. Her fatigue drains out of her like water running off a duck's back, and she can feel Phaezeriel's strength being offered to her. All she need do is accept it and it will become her strength.
Ginni was more than happy to step back from the fight. Especially when Phaezeriel restored her energy. "Thanks. I don't think I could have done this without your help. Still not sure if I can. I've got a feeling the really nasty parts are still coming up. But if nothing else I'll go down fighting," she said, trying to psych herself back up for this fight with herself.
Ace, unable to gain access to the isolation room(and thankful that he couldn't since that meant most others could not either), reaches out to Ginni telepathically ::"Hiya love, Repp is dead, which I'm guessing you already knew. Krays trapped his soul inside his spooky staff, which I'm told is possibly the worst thing in the history of things to happen to a soul. Anyways, I'm outside your room if you need me. Not sure I can enter or help you without being in there, but I'm here for ya"::
"Well... Um... I got into a fight. With another firebird." He mumbles. "He found out I'm a firebird and called me a.. a burnout. It's a bad word for firebirds without any fire related magic. Then he started making fun of me even more and I tried encasing him in ice..."
Tybalt sighs a little when Pyry finishes.
"What did I tell you about getting in fights, man? That's only giving them what they want."
He ruffles the icebird's hair as he likes to do.
"I know it sucks, believe me, I know. But fighting people isn't gonna help. It only ends up with both of you stuck in here."
He hands Pyry a set of two black sticks.
"I'm not saying to just let dudes pick on you. Just... don't go to their level. Show them you're better than them."
"Of course I'll help. You may stay if you'd like. Having a friend nearby may help as well.""It's okay, Headmaster. Umm, it's just that Adon has had some disturbing news. I should probably let him explain. But he needs your help."Knocks on the Headmaster's door again, in case he hadn't heard the first time.The Headmaster looks up a little startled and pushes a letter to the side before opening the door.
"I'm sorry if you were waiting long. I was distracted."
adon closes his eyes, and takes a breath.
"Alright, well... Firstly, I've got some sort of horrible.... Thing, contained inside me. Reality melting abomination. And I was told you'd know who to direct me to."
Lucas rummages through the bag looking for something to positively identify the owner and broadcasts ::and bring someone who can trace teleports::
Inside the bag is a small bag of charcoal briquettes, a notebook filled with strange doodles - page after page of circular designs, and a datapad. Also a hair tie, some lip gloss, and a small hair brush. The hair tangled in the brush is dark.
::Somebody go and get Professor del Sol,:: Morrivan attempted to sort of mentally shout at whoever contacted her next. Not being naturally telepathic really sucked right now. She ran in the direction that Lucas had been sending from.
Ace, unable to gain access to the isolation room(and thankful that he couldn't since that meant most others could not either), reaches out to Ginni telepathically ::"Hiya love, Repp is dead, which I'm guessing you already knew. Krays trapped his soul inside his spooky staff, which I'm told is possibly the worst thing in the history of things to happen to a soul. Anyways, I'm outside your room if you need me. Not sure I can enter or help you without being in there, but I'm here for ya"::
Ginni's mind
The pillar that represented her connection to Ace lit up like a Christmas tree. Ginni seemed to gain energy from that, but at the same time she looked concerned. She knew that demon-her would see this as a weakness.
Ace gets the impression of happy to hear from him but really, really busy now.
Lucas rummages through the bag looking for something to positively identify the owner and broadcasts ::and bring someone who can trace teleports::Inside the bag is a small bag of charcoal briquettes, a notebook filled with strange doodles - page after page of circular designs, and a datapad. Also a hair tie, some lip gloss, and a small hair brush. The hair tangled in the brush is dark.
::Somebody go and get Professor del Sol,:: Morrivan attempted to sort of mentally shout at whoever contacted her next. Not being naturally telepathic really sucked right now. She ran in the direction that Lucas had been sending from.
Cindra banks and brushes the corridor wall, arrows light up leading to Professor Del Sol, ::I am on my way. I will try to reach him telepathically to speed this up.::
Cindra brings to mind the tall man from her memories, vague though they are, ::Professor Del Sol! Professor? This is Cindra Svarog. There is a situation developing regarding Raelle!::
"Oh, gosh, I'm doing it again, aren't I? I bet you're really wishing I would just shut up. So you can talk...Can you talk? I mean, obviously you can talk. Duh. I heard you talk earlier, but it was really different sounding words. And you haven't said anything since, but I thought maybe that was because I was hogging all the conversation. As usual. Sorry about that. I talk a lot when I'm nervous."
Alys speaks a couple of short sentences to her, the words falling into the world around them like a physical weight, then she just shrugs and pats Talysmyn on the shoulder, smiling at the younger girl.
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She laughed. "Yeah, trying to avoid the books for a while. I dunno. I told that Dave guy we could hang out more later. So I should probably go find him. And check on Jasper, make sure he's doing okay. You're more than welcome to tag along. Might do you some good to hang around with non-simulated people for a while. But you don't have to if you're not comfortable with it."
Running a hand through his hair, he seems to dwell on the invitation and says, "I cannot relate to a lot of the people here-- and usually, I'm pretty damn charming without trying." It's fairly true, he's very charismatic, akin to the manner depicted in tales of heroic sorts, Captain America types, etc. All this without effort on his part. Certainly not based on his looks, at all, just an 'aura' around him of sorts.
"That being said-- sure, I'll take a crack at it, but I ain't sure what to talk about with a lot of these people. I can't explain it, I want to say I'm tainted still or something-- 'cause sometimes, all I want to do is ..." he looks back at her with some passion in his eyes akin to hunger, "is trash things. People. Tear them to pieces since ..."
He takes a breath now, and closes his eyes as if calming himself. "Maya assured me that to the best of her awareness, and ability, I'm not being influenced mentally. My usual innate barriers are in place, blah blah. Science talk. She seems happy though, teaching and all that. Glad she's found a home." Then a shrug, and the smile comes on his face.
"Let's go, lead on. I might be quiet for a bit -- but, glad to hear you enjoyed the SIM, personal touch. Let me know if you ever want something else like that ..."
Lucas rummages through the bag looking for something to positively identify the owner and broadcasts ::and bring someone who can trace teleports::Inside the bag is a small bag of charcoal briquettes, a notebook filled with strange doodles - page after page of circular designs, and a datapad. Also a hair tie, some lip gloss, and a small hair brush. The hair tangled in the brush is dark.
::Somebody go and get Professor del Sol,:: Morrivan attempted to sort of mentally shout at whoever contacted her next. Not being naturally telepathic really sucked right now. She ran in the direction that Lucas had been sending from.
Cindra banks and brushes the corridor wall, arrows light up leading to Professor Del Sol, ::I am on my way. I will try to reach him telepathically to speed this up.::
Cindra brings to mind the tall man from her memories, vague though they are, ::Professor Del Sol! Professor? This is Cindra Svarog. There is a situation developing regarding Raelle!::
The school seems to be helping her hurry. That corridor had seemed longer before. And the stairs didn't used to be there, did they? She reached an area of the school she had never been before quite quickly. Professor del Sol was already walking down a corridor towards her, followed by a woman she didn't recognize with dark red hair. "What is it?" he demanded. "What happened to Raelle?"
"Oh, gosh, I'm doing it again, aren't I? I bet you're really wishing I would just shut up. So you can talk...Can you talk? I mean, obviously you can talk. Duh. I heard you talk earlier, but it was really different sounding words. And you haven't said anything since, but I thought maybe that was because I was hogging all the conversation. As usual. Sorry about that. I talk a lot when I'm nervous."Alys speaks a couple of short sentences to her, the words falling into the world around them like a physical weight, then she just shrugs and pats Talysmyn on the shoulder, smiling at the younger girl.
"Okay, so you can talk. But nobody can understand. Wow. That must be a total bummer. Have you tried, like, sign language? I mean, if you're not actually saying anything out loud would that help?"
SIM Room 3
She laughed. "Yeah, trying to avoid the books for a while. I dunno. I told that Dave guy we could hang out more later. So I should probably go find him. And check on Jasper, make sure he's doing okay. You're more than welcome to tag along. Might do you some good to hang around with non-simulated people for a while. But you don't have to if you're not comfortable with it."Running a hand through his hair, he seems to dwell on the invitation and says, "I cannot relate to a lot of the people here-- and usually, I'm pretty damn charming without trying." It's fairly true, he's very charismatic, akin to the manner depicted in tales of heroic sorts, Captain America types, etc. All this without effort on his part. Certainly not based on his looks, at all, just an 'aura' around him of sorts.
"That being said-- sure, I'll take a crack at it, but I ain't sure what to talk about with a lot of these people. I can't explain it, I want to say I'm tainted still or something-- 'cause sometimes, all I want to do is ..." he looks back at her with some passion in his eyes akin to hunger, "is trash things. People. Tear them to pieces since ..."
He takes a breath now, and closes his eyes as if calming himself. "Maya assured me that to the best of her awareness, and ability, I'm not being influenced mentally. My usual innate barriers are in place, blah blah. Science talk. She seems happy though, teaching and all that. Glad she's found a home." Then a shrug, and the smile comes on his face.
"Let's go, lead on. I might be quiet for a bit -- but, glad to hear you enjoyed the SIM, personal touch. Let me know if you ever want something else like that ..."
"Okay, so that's...different. Umm....has anyone taken a look at your err aura, I guess would be the best word to describe it. You know, since whatever happened? Cause there's more than one way for influence to cling to someone. You might just need some purification type magic. Which we can totally do later. Not trying to put a damper on the evening. Just offering options," she said, leading the way out of the SIM room. She unconsciously positioned herself to the outside, letting Tryko'Sam walk closer to the wall, acting as a barrier between him and any of the annoying kids who were laughing at him earlier.
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::I'm reasonably sure I found her bag, but not her. There were signs of a struggle just outside the wards... I don't see any blood though, so hopefully whatever has happened was without lethal intent, but then that begs the question of what their intent actually is...:: he looks back to his familiar before asking him to go see if he can find someone skilled at divination who could trace the teleport before looking around for something that might have belonged to the perpetrator, such as bits of hair or equipment.
While he is on that thought he takes a few hairs out of raelle's comb in case it might be useful later.
::I'm reasonably sure I found her bag, but not her. There were signs of a struggle just outside the wards... I don't see any blood though, so hopefully whatever has happened was without lethal intent, but then that begs the question of what their intent actually is...:: he looks back to his familiar before asking him to go see if he can find someone skilled at divination who could trace the teleport before looking around for something that might have belonged to the perpetrator, such as bits of hair or equipment.
While he is on that thought he takes a few hairs out of raelle's comb in case it might be useful later.
Morrivan arrived at the scene, out of breath and looked around wildly.
"Oh, no!" she moaned. "That's definitely Raelle's scarf. I gave it to her for her birthday."
The school seems to be helping her hurry. That corridor had seemed longer before. And the stairs didn't used to be there, did they? She reached an area of the school she had never been before quite quickly. Professor del Sol was already walking down a corridor towards her, followed by a woman she didn't recognize with dark red hair. "What is it?" he demanded. "What happened to Raelle?"
Cindra curves in a graceful maneuver, flowing into her human form keeping pace with the Del Sols, "Professor, we do not yet know what has happened, except that she has disappeared. Lucas has found some of her belongings just outside the wards. That is when I reached out to you."
"Okay, so you can talk. But nobody can understand. Wow. That must be a total bummer. Have you tried, like, sign language? I mean, if you're not actually saying anything out loud would that help?"
Alys shakes her head, then pulls her notepad out of her pocket. She stops for a moment to write on it, concentrating mightily. After a few moments, she hands the notepad to Talysmyn and resumes walking.
The note is full of tangled letters, characters that are utterly alien to Talysmyn, and scribbled out parts.
Can write in common. Very hard. Can talk to foxes in fox form, largely non-verbal. Nothing else works. NO telepathy, please! Don't want to carry you.
The school seems to be helping her hurry. That corridor had seemed longer before. And the stairs didn't used to be there, did they? She reached an area of the school she had never been before quite quickly. Professor del Sol was already walking down a corridor towards her, followed by a woman she didn't recognize with dark red hair. "What is it?" he demanded. "What happened to Raelle?"Cindra curves in a graceful maneuver, flowing into her human form keeping pace with the Del Sols, "Professor, we do not yet know what has happened, except that she has disappeared. Lucas has found some of her belongings just outside the wards. That is when I reached out to you."
Sorchan and Pyra share a look.
"I'll go see if Ryleh can scry out Raelle's current location," she said, looking worried.
The school seems to be helping her hurry. That corridor had seemed longer before. And the stairs didn't used to be there, did they? She reached an area of the school she had never been before quite quickly. Professor del Sol was already walking down a corridor towards her, followed by a woman she didn't recognize with dark red hair. "What is it?" he demanded. "What happened to Raelle?"Cindra curves in a graceful maneuver, flowing into her human form keeping pace with the Del Sols, "Professor, we do not yet know what has happened, except that she has disappeared. Lucas has found some of her belongings just outside the wards. That is when I reached out to you."Sorchan and Pyra share a look.
"I'll go see if Ryleh can scry out Raelle's current location," she said, looking worried.
Sorchan nodded. "I'll go and see what if anything I can find out about who took her," he said. "Show me where her belongings were found," he said to Cindra.
"Okay, so you can talk. But nobody can understand. Wow. That must be a total bummer. Have you tried, like, sign language? I mean, if you're not actually saying anything out loud would that help?"Alys shakes her head, then pulls her notepad out of her pocket. She stops for a moment to write on it, concentrating mightily. After a few moments, she hands the notepad to Talysmyn and resumes walking.
The note is full of tangled letters, characters that are utterly alien to Talysmyn, and scribbled out parts.
Can write in common. Very hard. Can talk to foxes in fox form, largely non-verbal. Nothing else works. NO telepathy, please! Don't want to carry you.
"Oh, I can't do telepathy. That might be useful. Just low-level empathy. And languages. I understand all of them. Well, not all of them. Duh. I didn't understand those crazy words you just said. But I could probably understand fox. I don't know. I've never really tried talking to animals. Well, except for this one really mean dog that used to live near us because it broke its chain and I didn't want it to eat me. But mostly we lived in cities, you know? So not a whole lot of animals to talk to. Well, except the rats. Not really a big fan of the rats, to be honest."
Sorchan nodded. "I'll go and see what if anything I can find out about who took her," he said. "Show me where her belongings were found," he said to Cindra.
Cindra nods, "Flying will be faster, sir."
Regardless of form, she will lead the way to where Lucas is as fast as she can manage.
"Of course I'll help. You may stay if you'd like. Having a friend nearby may help as well.""It's okay, Headmaster. Umm, it's just that Adon has had some disturbing news. I should probably let him explain. But he needs your help."Knocks on the Headmaster's door again, in case he hadn't heard the first time.The Headmaster looks up a little startled and pushes a letter to the side before opening the door.
"I'm sorry if you were waiting long. I was distracted."
adon closes his eyes, and takes a breath.
"Alright, well... Firstly, I've got some sort of horrible.... Thing, contained inside me. Reality melting abomination. And I was told you'd know who to direct me to."
"What can you tell me about it?"
"What can you tell me about it?""Of course I'll help. You may stay if you'd like. Having a friend nearby may help as well.""It's okay, Headmaster. Umm, it's just that Adon has had some disturbing news. I should probably let him explain. But he needs your help."Knocks on the Headmaster's door again, in case he hadn't heard the first time.The Headmaster looks up a little startled and pushes a letter to the side before opening the door.
"I'm sorry if you were waiting long. I was distracted."
adon closes his eyes, and takes a breath.
"Alright, well... Firstly, I've got some sort of horrible.... Thing, contained inside me. Reality melting abomination. And I was told you'd know who to direct me to."
"It's... Hard to look at. Tends to associate with static."
that last bit might be evident, due to his eyes being nothing but static, right now."Causing minor skeletal changes. And it exists... Outside. And it'll drag me with it when I die."
"Separating you and the entity might be a little difficult to say the least. I don't know what it could be or how it got attached to you in the first place."
Sorchan nodded. "I'll go and see what if anything I can find out about who took her," he said. "Show me where her belongings were found," he said to Cindra.Cindra nods, "Flying will be faster, sir."
Regardless of form, she will lead the way to where Lucas is as fast as she can manage.
Once they are clear of obstructions like students and such in the hallways, Sorchan will transform into his bird form and follow Cindra to the area where Lucas found Raelle's things. He lands and changes back.
"Tell me as much as you know," he said grimly.
"Separating you and the entity might be a little difficult to say the least. I don't know what it could be or how it got attached to you in the first place."
"I was never given a name for what it was. But it was attached by my parents. I think they mistook it for a magical nexus."
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::I'm reasonably sure I found her bag, but not her. There were signs of a struggle just outside the wards... I don't see any blood though, so hopefully whatever has happened was without lethal intent, but then that begs the question of what their intent actually is...:: he looks back to his familiar before asking him to go see if he can find someone skilled at divination who could trace the teleport before looking around for something that might have belonged to the perpetrator, such as bits of hair or equipment.
While he is on that thought he takes a few hairs out of raelle's comb in case it might be useful later.
Morrivan arrived at the scene, out of breath and looked around wildly.
"Oh, no!" she moaned. "That's definitely Raelle's scarf. I gave it to her for her birthday."
"say calm now. Panicking helps no one, least of all Raelle. Now then. She's probably still alive, try to focus on that if you need to. Do you know anyone who would want to kidnap her but not kill her. Any stalkers, jealous ex-boyfriends, any special powers someone would want to use, anyone who'd want to use her for political reasons"
Michael spent the walk back to the school in silence as he thought of how to explain all this. There was going to be a lot of crying and probably some hitting too, but he couldn't keep this from Kitty.
He grabbed his clothes from the locker and then went to the gym to shower before going looking for Kitty. Quietly he took her back to her room and handed Saffire to her.
"I have news about the murderer, Kitty. He's dead now. I went with Ace and Keme and Keme's sister and... we killed him. He can't hurt anyone else now."
"say calm now. Panicking helps no one, least of all Raelle. Now then. She's probably still alive, try to focus on that if you need to. Do you know anyone who would want to kidnap her but not kill her. Any stalkers, jealous ex-boyfriends, any special powers someone would want to use, anyone who'd want to use her for political reasons"::I'm reasonably sure I found her bag, but not her. There were signs of a struggle just outside the wards... I don't see any blood though, so hopefully whatever has happened was without lethal intent, but then that begs the question of what their intent actually is...:: he looks back to his familiar before asking him to go see if he can find someone skilled at divination who could trace the teleport before looking around for something that might have belonged to the perpetrator, such as bits of hair or equipment.
While he is on that thought he takes a few hairs out of raelle's comb in case it might be useful later.
Morrivan arrived at the scene, out of breath and looked around wildly.
"Oh, no!" she moaned. "That's definitely Raelle's scarf. I gave it to her for her birthday."
"Pretty sure the ex-boyfriend wouldn't stoop to kidnapping, she could have a stalker but if so they've been hiding well, as far as special powers go she's some kind of mathematical genius but I don't think that's exactly widely known, but politics.....You'd know them better than I would. Start with the council and work your way down," she said, standing there looking utterly miserable.
And then Sorchan showed up and demanded to know what had happened.
"Raelle was supposed to meet me by the lake after classes. She never showed. So I asked some people to help me look. I didn't want to sound the alarm if she was just with her sisters or something. Lucas found her scarf on the ground there. And her bag. And everything else as you can see. We have no idea where she is."
"Hmm." Sorchan stalked around the area, examining the broken branches and the disturbed dirt. "Where did you find her bag exactly?" he asked Lucas.
"Separating you and the entity might be a little difficult to say the least. I don't know what it could be or how it got attached to you in the first place.""I was never given a name for what it was. But it was attached by my parents. I think they mistook it for a magical nexus."
"It might be. Just not the kind that produces magic."
Michael spent the walk back to the school in silence as he thought of how to explain all this. There was going to be a lot of crying and probably some hitting too, but he couldn't keep this from Kitty.
He grabbed his clothes from the locker and then went to the gym to shower before going looking for Kitty. Quietly he took her back to her room and handed Saffire to her.
"I have news about the murderer, Kitty. He's dead now. I went with Ace and Keme and Keme's sister and... we killed him. He can't hurt anyone else now."
Kitty sat there speechless for a moment. "This is what you were hiding from me when you left? You know what he did to me....what he did to my animal friends...and you didn't think that I deserved a chance to be a part of that?" she asked, her voice rising as she spoke. She was the angriest that Michael had ever seen her.
"It might be. Just not the kind that produces magic.""Separating you and the entity might be a little difficult to say the least. I don't know what it could be or how it got attached to you in the first place.""I was never given a name for what it was. But it was attached by my parents. I think they mistook it for a magical nexus."
aeon raises an eyebrow.
"There's another kind?"
"I didn't want to see what would happen when you learned it was Rep. I didn't want you to see what I was going to do." He didn't balk at her reaction. He deserved this. "What we all did."
aeon raises an eyebrow.
"There's another kind?"
"A nexus is, by definition a center or connection. There is nothing saying it has to be a nexus that produces something, yes?"
"A nexus is, by definition a center or connection. There is nothing saying it has to be a nexus that produces something, yes?"aeon raises an eyebrow.
"There's another kind?"
"... I suppose not. Whatever it is, it destroys magic. If you didn't know that already."
"I didn't want to see what would happen when you learned it was Rep. I didn't want you to see what I was going to do." He didn't balk at her reaction. He deserved this. "What we all did."
She went pale. "It was Repp? But he...But I never even....." She seemed to fold in on herself and Saffire desperately licked at her face making meeting noises.
Then she set Saffire down. "How dare you!" she screamed at Michael. "How dare you decide to hide parts of yourself from me! And how dare you treat me like some...some fragile doll who can't handle hard things! I may not be a shinobi, but I was raised as one, and I very much doubt anything you could have done out there would have shocked me! I'm the one he hurt, and I deserved to be out there too!"
"I knew you had issues with an aura that dispelled magic, but nothing to this extent. Studying it could be a problem."