Aananda gives the nurse a glare, like see? this is why I need to be here. "Andromeda gave you a box. There are a series of little tripods inside. Set them around the area where you're placing the device. They'll shield the rest of the infirmary from any excess radiation. Not sure why my daughter had them in her pocket, but that's not currently pertinent to what's going on."
Vickory's confusion vanishes as she exclaims "You mean barriers. Of course, I should have realized that is what is what you meant. Sorry, but this place is rather weird compared to home, and I still haven't caught all the linguistic oddities yet." Vickory examines the area and rather specifically sets up all the pieces. "I am not overly familiar with all this. It is based on universal structures at least, but still a rather different approach and ignores only about half the field of, well physics as you call it. The detonator actually runs on a binary calculator. Very silly, but it still works."
Ace sends his thoughts to Phaez. While he doesn't have telepathy normally, he knows the reformed demon is one of the more powerful psions at the school. So he takes the gamble that his thoughts will be picked up, if directed at the telepath ::"Phaez, I'm outside Ginni's room, but I don't think I can get in. Is there anyway I can help her from out here? Or should I seek admittance to her room?"::
::Hey Ace, good job with Repp. That helped Ginni quite a bit, actually; the demon inside her is weaker now. Unless you are immune to the influence of a greater succubus, you should not enter Ginni's mind. I can form a link between you and my other mind and funnel your strength to her that way if you would like.::
The other pillars that he has seen here are all solid, as if they were made of stone. But when he looks behind himself to see what was there, the pillar behind him looks like it was woven together from many knotted strands. Almost like a spiderweb. It looked delicate compared to the others, but might actually be more difficult to cut.
Before Ginni can respond to any of his encouragement, another demon version of herself has coalesced outside of the wall. Time for round two. "Thank you," Ginni said to Phaezeriel before walking out to meet her evil half again.
The demon-Ginni smirked at her as she approached. "Oh, here she is, little miss pure and innocent," she taunted. "Except you're not really, are you? Blame it on the virus all you want, but I'm you. I know the truth. You enjoyed kissing all those boys and sucking the souls right out of them."
Ginni sighed. She'd been expecting this one. Apparently the warm-ups were over. "Okay, no, I did not enjoy sucking out their souls, nor did I enjoy being made to vomit them back up, and that vampire virus seriously sucked. Pun intended. But, yes, I enjoyed kissing all those people. Quite certain not all of them were boys. You're a succubus, don't be so narrow-minded. I liked the attention. I'd certainly had little enough of it up to that point. But the thing is none of those kisses actually meant anything. And I've discovered since then how much nicer kisses that mean something can be."
"Oh, is that what you're telling yourself? That it's better because you care? I think you just found someone who knew what they were doing and got carried away. And you tell yourself this story about love to make yourself feel better, to convince yourself you're still a good girl."
"Oh, for crying out...seriously? I am not this stupid. If you're going to talk like a moron, don't use my face to do it. I have feelings. Like a normal person. Some of those feelings include lust. Again, like a normal person. That doesn't make the other feelings invalid. I can have more than one emotion. At the same time even. I am an incredibly complex person. That doesn't make me bad."
This was apparently the right thing to say, since the demon-Ginni vanished into silver smoke. But the real Ginni was looking pretty uncomfortable now.
As soon as the demon is gone and he will not distract Ginni, Phaezeriel reaches behind himself without looking, laying his palm on the pillar; touching the actual connection between his mind and Ginni's mind. He shudders slightly at the sensation and the disorientation, then he pushes a little of his mental strength into the pillar, making it available to Ginni whenever she might need it.
His thoughts are quiet and gentle, a background that seems almost like she herself is remembering his words from earlier, ::You must take the energy that is the demon inside you and incorporate it into yourself, for it is already a part of you. It is yours already; she is simply trying to use it against you.::
"Yeah yeah. Less excuses more results" he says with a joking grin as he sets up his own set of barriers,
He then looks over at the silent melody image before turning to the teacher, his voice lacking any of it's previous mirth "can... Can she see us.. Or uh hear us?"
"There's no indication of it so far, but really I have no idea. I'm just hoping that this works."
Hallways
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're thinking of my sister. Ephebe. I know we look identical, but we're not the same person. I'm Andromeda. And I'm not doing this to get you in trouble. Well, you'll probably get detention. Miss Jones is pretty strict. But that's nothing compared to what she'll do to you if you let something fester and she has to clean up a bigger problem later. There's something not right in Tryko'Sam's head and you need to have Miss Jones look at you in case it messed you up too."
"Oh come on, give me a break! You're practically abusing me physically-- I mean you didn't even ask me to come with you, you just imposed your strength and will! How is what I did any worse? it was a joke, he's always getting the girls! This happens all the time. Don't be such a snitch. Gods!"
As they got closer to Miss Jones' doorway, the physical contact with him and the resulting /focus/ on one emotion (probably the primary one in effect now), really -- really grows stronger. Must be a by product of touch contact, the compulsion while dragging along (perhaps fueled by being in touch too), at bursting levels.
"So high and mighty! The world's full of hypocrites! Do as I say, not as I do!" he rants a bit more, probably subject in some ways to his own emotional abilities.
As soon as the demon is gone and he will not distract Ginni, Phaezeriel reaches behind himself without looking, laying his palm on the pillar; touching the actual connection between his mind and Ginni's mind. He shudders slightly at the sensation and the disorientation, then he pushes a little of his mental strength into the pillar, making it available to Ginni whenever she might need it.His thoughts are quiet and gentle, a background that seems almost like she herself is remembering his words from earlier, ::You must take the energy that is the demon inside you and incorporate it into yourself, for it is already a part of you. It is yours already; she is simply trying to use it against you.::
This reminder seems to steady Ginni. She looks around as if she were searching for something, and then shrugs and crouches down, setting her hands on the ground in front of her. She gasps in surprise as she is suddenly surrounded by silver mist. Thinking about what Phaezeriel said, she concentrates on drawing this mist inside of herself. More and more of it flows into her.
Unfortunately, she was so distracted by this process, that she didn't notice right away that the barrier separating her from the remaining red mist was breaking. She backed up as soon as she felt the rumble of it as the red mist rolled through. She tried to retreat, but couldn't find a safe place to run. She was surrounded by three different versions of Demon-Ginni.
"Why are you fighting this so hard?" The first one asked. "All of those emotions, but is it actually worth it? I mean, sure, you feel attached to these people, but really, when it's all said and done, why bother? They all leave in the end. Because they should, because they die, because they just don't care as much as you do. You always end up alone. They break your heart. Over and over and over. Why not just let go? Stop fighting so hard. Embrace nothingness. All that you'll find here is pain."
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Hallways
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're thinking of my sister. Ephebe. I know we look identical, but we're not the same person. I'm Andromeda. And I'm not doing this to get you in trouble. Well, you'll probably get detention. Miss Jones is pretty strict. But that's nothing compared to what she'll do to you if you let something fester and she has to clean up a bigger problem later. There's something not right in Tryko'Sam's head and you need to have Miss Jones look at you in case it messed you up too.""Oh come on, give me a break! You're practically abusing me physically-- I mean you didn't even ask me to come with you, you just imposed your strength and will! How is what I did any worse? it was a joke, he's always getting the girls! This happens all the time. Don't be such a snitch. Gods!"
As they got closer to Miss Jones' doorway, the physical contact with him and the resulting /focus/ on one emotion (probably the primary one in effect now), really -- really grows stronger. Must be a by product of touch contact, the compulsion while dragging along (perhaps fueled by being in touch too), at bursting levels.
"So high and mighty! The world's full of hypocrites! Do as I say, not as I do!" he rants a bit more, probably subject in some ways to his own emotional abilities.
"Yeah, I'm such a hypocrite," she said sarcastically. "Taking you to get help you won't admit you need so you don't end up with a fate worse than death is just like rooting around in someone's mind and bringing up all of their bad memories because you're jealous. Totally see the similarity there. And try to remember, girls are not things or possessions. We're people. Maybe if you start treating us like people, you'll have better luck with girls."
When Miss Jones's door opens, Andromeda drags the kid inside and shoves him forward. "This guy did a stupid. He was playing a not very nice prank on someone and got in over his head. The other person has something in his head. I thought it was just trauma at first, but I know trauma, and it doesn't look back at you, if you know what I'm saying. There was another presence there. So...yeah....just please make sure it didn't leave any of itself in this guy," she said, all in a rush.
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[dice=Perception Check]1d20+8Initial scans of the area indicate fifteen possible structures, but Mithros is able to use his knowledge of this area to eliminate five of those as being unsuitable due to their close proximity to other structures.
Scans for heat signatures eliminate another three possibilities.
So there are seven potential locations where she might be held within the search parameters.
"HQ, Sunbird. Have seven possible locations ID'd. Sending coordinates, over." He transmits the data to HQ, and to the other shuttles.
This reminder seems to steady Ginni. She looks around as if she were searching for something, and then shrugs and crouches down, setting her hands on the ground in front of her. She gasps in surprise as she is suddenly surrounded by silver mist. Thinking about what Phaezeriel said, she concentrates on drawing this mist inside of herself. More and more of it flows into her.
Unfortunately, she was so distracted by this process, that she didn't notice right away that the barrier separating her from the remaining red mist was breaking. She backed up as soon as she felt the rumble of it as the red mist rolled through. She tried to retreat, but couldn't find a safe place to run. She was surrounded by three different versions of Demon-Ginni.
"Why are you fighting this so hard?" The first one asked. "All of those emotions, but is it actually worth it? I mean, sure, you feel attached to these people, but really, when it's all said and done, why bother? They all leave in the end. Because they should, because they die, because they just don't care as much as you do. You always end up alone. They break your heart. Over and over and over. Why not just let go? Stop fighting so hard. Embrace nothingness. All that you'll find here is pain."
Phaezeriel's strength floods down the connection to Ginni, ::There is pain, yes. And that is just as much a part of being alive as love. Sadness and joy. Courage and fear. To all things there is its opposite. That an emotion is unpleasant does not make it something to avoid, for without sadness, there would be no joy. Without fear there would be no courage. Without pain, there is no love. In nothingness you are nothing.::
Hallways
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're thinking of my sister. Ephebe. I know we look identical, but we're not the same person. I'm Andromeda. And I'm not doing this to get you in trouble. Well, you'll probably get detention. Miss Jones is pretty strict. But that's nothing compared to what she'll do to you if you let something fester and she has to clean up a bigger problem later. There's something not right in Tryko'Sam's head and you need to have Miss Jones look at you in case it messed you up too.""Oh come on, give me a break! You're practically abusing me physically-- I mean you didn't even ask me to come with you, you just imposed your strength and will! How is what I did any worse? it was a joke, he's always getting the girls! This happens all the time. Don't be such a snitch. Gods!"
As they got closer to Miss Jones' doorway, the physical contact with him and the resulting /focus/ on one emotion (probably the primary one in effect now), really -- really grows stronger. Must be a by product of touch contact, the compulsion while dragging along (perhaps fueled by being in touch too), at bursting levels.
"So high and mighty! The world's full of hypocrites! Do as I say, not as I do!" he rants a bit more, probably subject in some ways to his own emotional abilities.
"Yeah, I'm such a hypocrite," she said sarcastically. "Taking you to get help you won't admit you need so you don't end up with a fate worse than death is just like rooting around in someone's mind and bringing up all of their bad memories because you're jealous. Totally see the similarity there. And try to remember, girls are not things or possessions. We're people. Maybe if you start treating us like people, you'll have better luck with girls."
When Miss Jones's door opens, Andromeda drags the kid inside and shoves him forward. "This guy did a stupid. He was playing...
Miss Jones raised an eyebrow as she slid her last hairpin into place. There was a strong smell of the ocean in the classroom, although there was clearly no water anywhere around. "Fascinating, Miss Sunwake. And the reason you didn't bring this other person along as well is...?"
"HQ, Sunbird. Have seven possible locations ID'd. Sending coordinates, over." He transmits the data to HQ, and to the other shuttles.
"Copy that. Coordinates received. Be advised that you are asked to stay in the air as possible backup until they find the actual location, over."
"Spitfire and Grunt, take the first location. Sparky and Scorch take the second. Fido and Phoenix take the third. Happy and I will take the fourth. Whoever clears their location first takes the fifth and so on."
Phaezeriel's strength floods down the connection to Ginni, ::There is pain, yes. And that is just as much a part of being alive as love. Sadness and joy. Courage and fear. To all things there is its opposite. That an emotion is unpleasant does not make it something to avoid, for without sadness, there would be no joy. Without fear there would be no courage. Without pain, there is no love. In nothingness you are nothing.::This reminder seems to steady Ginni. She looks around as if she were searching for something, and then shrugs and crouches down, setting her hands on the ground in front of her. She gasps in surprise as she is suddenly surrounded by silver mist. Thinking about what Phaezeriel said, she concentrates on drawing this mist inside of herself. More and more of it flows into her.
Unfortunately, she was so distracted by this process, that she didn't notice right away that the barrier separating her from the remaining red mist was breaking. She backed up as soon as she felt the rumble of it as the red mist rolled through. She tried to retreat, but couldn't find a safe place to run. She was surrounded by three different versions of Demon-Ginni.
"Why are you fighting this so hard?" The first one asked. "All of those emotions, but is it actually worth it? I mean, sure, you feel attached to these people, but really, when it's all said and done, why bother? They all leave in the end. Because they should, because they die, because they just don't care as much as you do. You always end up alone. They break your heart. Over and over and over. Why not just let go? Stop fighting so hard. Embrace nothingness. All that you'll find here is pain."
"I don't want to be nothing," Ginni whispered. "Even if it hurts, I still want to exist. I won't give up. I won't." She tried to reach out and grab the demon-her who had spoken, like she had done before, but this one jumped back out of her reach, while the other two took swipes at her. She shrieked as much in surprise as in pain as their nails hurt her.
Assuming Elektra acknowledges the message...Ghalen takes the shuttle up, and looks at the area around site 1. Using trees or hills for cover, he lands far enough away to not alarm the inhabitants, yet is still with in a 5 minute jog to the location. He then places the shuttle in hot standby in case they need to bug out, and pulls his pulse rifle out getting ready to disembark. He takes a knee and checks his clips, offering to double check Elektra's gear as well, and inviting her to double check his. "You ready?"
"Copy that. Coordinates received. Be advised that you are asked to stay in the air as possible backup until they find the actual location, over."
"Roger, HQ. Holding at 10k foot support ceiling, ready to assist, over."
He sets the mech into a slow circular pattern that takes him near all 7 targets, and watches the reactions of the heat signatures in the different target areas, feeding data to his comrades.
Ms. Jones Office
Miss Jones raised an eyebrow as she slid her last hairpin into place. There was a strong smell of the ocean in the classroom, although there was clearly no water anywhere around. "Fascinating, Miss Sunwake. And the reason you didn't bring this other person along as well is...?"
Thad takes one last shot at Andromeda saying, once they break contact, "You just force your will on me, and then give me heck about doing the same! I didn't ask for your help! That's why hypocrite..." He's emotional, but likely due to his 'issues'... he sniffs the room and loses some color, visibly going pale at the lack of emotions present in the room, and a hint gaunter too. A small sound of gasping comes from his throat before he says, "So ...cold."
The Holo-Mel seems to have no sense that anyone is there. its like she is in in her own little world. (or maybe in this case another dimension all together.)
The barriers get set up as required, and almost as if on cue, Holo-Mel stops playing her guitar and wanders over to where the barriers are in place.
she sits on the floor nearby and starts to doodle on small chalkboard. she then sets it down on the ground so it can be seen. and she backs away a few paces and sits on the floor again, she is playing with her sonic device hoping that they get the idea.
the chalkboard has pictures of stick figures that seem to represent everyone there. it shows the one that looks like Arthur pointing something at the set-up and the numbers 6784 are written over his head.
it appears that she knows that the barriers are in place but is unable to communicate anything else.
Assuming Elektra acknowledges the message...Ghalen takes the shuttle up, and looks at the area around site 1. Using trees or hills for cover, he lands far enough away to not alarm the inhabitants, yet is still with in a 5 minute jog to the location. He then places the shuttle in hot standby in case they need to bug out, and pulls his pulse rifle out getting ready to disembark. He takes a knee and checks his clips, offering to double check Elektra's gear as well, and inviting her to double check his. "You ready?"
Elektra doesn't actually have any gear, which she doesn't seem to view as a problem at all. She's just wearing normal clothes, albeit loose-fitting easy to move in ones. no weapons.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she said, her confident demeanor back on.
Ardiente, upon finding out for sure that Raelle was indeed alive, heaves a sigh of relief. "Alright, good. Let's go find her, before its too late. Part of me wants to fly off after her, but I think that would just make things worse." So he follows Fei to their mech, and gets ready to take off.
"Alright, here we go." He opens the hatch, and walks out in a crouch, with his pulse rifle up to his shoulder. He waits for her to pass him, then he closes the hatch, and follows behind toward the farm.
Ms. Jones Office
Miss Jones raised an eyebrow as she slid her last hairpin into place. There was a strong smell of the ocean in the classroom, although there was clearly no water anywhere around. "Fascinating, Miss Sunwake. And the reason you didn't bring this other person along as well is...?"
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Thad takes one last shot at Andromeda saying, once they break contact, "You just force your will on me, and then give me heck about doing the same! I didn't ask for your help! That's why hypocrite..." He's emotional, but likely due to his 'issues'... he sniffs the room and loses some color, visibly going pale at the lack of emotions present in the room, and a hint gaunter too. A small sound of gasping comes from his throat before he says, "So ...cold."
"He teleported away," Andromeda said with a shrug, answering Miss Jones's question and mostly ignoring the guy's complaints. "I'm planning to go after him, but I had to make sure this guy was okay first."
"Very well. I shall take care of this," Miss Jones said dismissively. She looked at the boy critically. "So. You are not currently enrolled in any enchantment classes, Mr...." She sighed. "Thad," she said, as if the sound of a student's first name was personally offensive to her. "Are you perhaps enrolled in an introduction to either psionics or magic? Because if the answer is no, I expect the first thing we need to do is alter your class schedule. What exactly is the nature of your powers?"
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Lucas takes off for the school starting where Sorchan flew off too, and using the arrows to go from there. When he eventually arrives at the door to Ephebe's room he knocks firml three times and pauses. If there is no prompt answer he feels out with his mental senses, looking for the presence of the mind he brushed up against earlier and, if not stopped by some sort of mental protection projects ::Mr. Del'Sol . I have gathered additional information regarding Raelle's capture::
igni finally lands, apparently having missed the message that the search was over. He returns to his human form, and snorts softly, embers flying out his nose, glancing around for any of the search party.
Grim unconsciously takes a half step back "no reason to use something like that, I mean, would the principal enroll demons here. He he he..." Grim's smile contains entirely too many teeth to be genuine.
"yes, actually. I met a demon infernal called "Settro" the other day. I was prevented from banishing it. That's not important, though."
vis draws a scroll out."Now, you've got until I unroll the scroll to change your story, if you like."
any shy, light-hearted behavior is gone. Vis is all bisness, staring through narrowed eyes.
Office of Stoicism
"He teleported away," Andromeda said with a shrug, answering Miss Jones's question and mostly ignoring the guy's complaints. "I'm planning to go after him, but I had to make sure this guy was okay first."
Thad shudders a bit, looking much like a caged young fellow. He really does look illish, and more gaunt and pale than before-- especially after Andromeda stopped dragging/holding him.
"Very well. I shall take care of this," Miss Jones said dismissively. She looked at the boy critically. "So. You are not currently enrolled in any enchantment classes, Mr...." She sighed. "Thad," she said, as if the sound of a student's first name was personally offensive to her. "Are you perhaps enrolled in an introduction to either psionics or magic? Because if the answer is no, I expect the first thing we need to do is alter your class schedule. What exactly is the nature of your powers?"
"Noo..." more whimpered out than anything else. Then not looking towards Ms. Jones, as if that pained him, he looks pleadingly back towards Andromeda while saying. "Emotions... I live on them."
"My friends are either confined to the infirmary or dead," she said glumly after he left, walking back towards the school. "Or kidnapped. Because we needed more problems right now."
Silinrul, emerging from his secluded spot in the woods, overhears this "Everything OK miss? You sound distraught"
"Now now.. No need to be hasty... I mean if the headmaster thinks it's OK then you should too… Right? I mean that Settro guy was OK right?"
As Mithros is flying cover, a thought occurs to him. He tries to adjust the thermal sensors to look for tighter degrees of variation, trying to distinguish the heat signs of a firebird from a mammal. He makes another scan as he passes each target...
Lucas takes off for the school starting where Sorchan flew off too, and using the arrows to go from there. When he eventually arrives at the door to Ephebe's room he knocks firml three times and pauses. If there is no prompt answer he feels out with his mental senses, looking for the presence of the mind he brushed up against earlier and, if not stopped by some sort of mental protection projects ::Mr. Del'Sol . I have gathered additional information regarding Raelle's capture::
The door swings open and Sorchan is standing there, the girls sitting on the sofas in the sitting area behind him, looking worried. "What did you find?" he demanded.
igni finally lands, apparently having missed the message that the search was over. He returns to his human form, and snorts softly, embers flying out his nose, glancing around for any of the search party.
He sees Morrivan partway across the grounds talking to someone.
Ardiente, upon finding out for sure that Raelle was indeed alive, heaves a sigh of relief. "Alright, good. Let's go find her, before its too late. Part of me wants to fly off after her, but I think that would just make things worse." So he follows Fei to their shuttle, and gets ready to take off.
Fei straps into the co-pilot's chair, and places his hand on the control console to (politely, of course) 'sync' his neural lace with the ship's various computer systems. (^-^)
As he does so, the young monk's gi darkens and begins to move of its own accord, transforming into its more streamlined, mission-oriented form.
"I am ready when you are," he intones evenly.
Office of Stoicism
"He teleported away," Andromeda said with a shrug, answering Miss Jones's question and mostly ignoring the guy's complaints. "I'm planning to go after him, but I had to make sure this guy was okay first."Thad shudders a bit, looking much like a caged young fellow. He really does look illish, and more gaunt and pale than before-- especially after Andromeda stopped dragging/holding him.
"Noo..." more whimpered out than anything else. Then not looking towards Ms. Jones, as if that pained him, he looks pleadingly back towards Andromeda while saying. "Emotions... I live on them."
"Very well. I shall take care of this," Miss Jones said dismissively. She looked at the boy critically. "So. You are not currently enrolled in any enchantment classes, Mr...." She sighed. "Thad," she said, as if the sound of a student's first name was personally offensive to her. "Are you perhaps enrolled in an introduction to either psionics or magic? Because if the answer is no, I expect the first thing we need to do is alter your class schedule. What exactly is the nature of your powers?"
"Oh for crying out loud," she muttered before reaching over and grabbing Thad's shoulder. "Better? So if you just absorb other people's emotions, then what were you doing to Tryko'Sam? Cause it looked like you were pushing emotions or thoughts or whatever at him."
"My friends are either confined to the infirmary or dead," she said glumly after he left, walking back towards the school. "Or kidnapped. Because we needed more problems right now."Silinrul, emerging from his secluded spot in the woods, overhears this "Everything OK miss? You sound distraught"
"No, everything is not okay. My best friend was kidnapped. Her family is already searching for her now, so there's nothing more I can do. But yeah, distraught is a pretty good description," she said hopelessly.
He watches the display over each structure not seeing a difference...then notices the signatures flare up in the fifth structure as he passes by. Excitedly he calls it in.
"HQ! Sunbird! I've got seven firebirds at target area five! Repeat, firebirds in target area five!"
He sees Morrivan partway across the grounds talking to someone.igni finally lands, apparently having missed the message that the search was over. He returns to his human form, and snorts softly, embers flying out his nose, glancing around for any of the search party.
igni just walks up quetly, making no effort to announce his presence or draw attention.
Ms. Jones' Office
"Oh for crying out loud," she muttered before reaching over and grabbing Thad's shoulder. "Better? So if you just absorb other people's emotions, then what were you doing to Tryko'Sam? Cause it looked like you were pushing emotions or thoughts or whatever at him."
Once again, at the moment of contact, whatever primary emotion Andromeda is feeling would become empowered, perhaps over whelming her.
A shudder goes through Thad at the touch and he seems to grow pinker, and less gaunt, now having the strength to speak up to Ms. Jones, or even look at her.
"Emotions.. I focused on his, to empower them, made him focus on the one. I can do that to anything that feels. I don't know why, I don't care why, it works. It's ... similar to breathing for me. I don't ... never though of taking a class for what's natural."
He looks between the two, and certainly doesn't pull away from Andromeda's contact.
Andromeda's heart beat faster and her hand shook slightly as she tried to simply focus on breathing. Fear. Always there, simmering just under the surface. Fear of failure. Fear of pain. Fear of dying. And so many memories of all three trying to crowd their way to the front of her mind.
Miss Jones frowned. "And yet you lack control or any awareness of how what you do affects others. Do let go of him now, Miss Sunwake. It appears to be having an ill effect on you. A fine way of paying back someone for trying to help you, Thad. To begin with, I am enrolling you in Basic Enchantment. This is not optional. At the very least you and Miss Halliwell can practice not reading each other's emotions," she said, dryly, apparently speaking of another difficult student to manage. "And to catch up, you will spend this weekend reading the first chapter in the textbook and writing an essay on it. Appropriately enough it's about ethics and mental influence. Now, to make sure you haven't bitten off more than you can chew, I would like to scan your mind. Surface thoughts only. I won't even look at your memories. Not without permission. May I proceed?"
Ms. Jones Office
Miss Jones frowned. "And yet you lack control or any awareness of how what you do affects others. Do let go of him now, Miss Sunwake. It appears to be having an ill effect on you. A fine way of paying back someone for trying to help you, Thad. To begin with, I am enrolling you in Basic Enchantment. This is not optional. At the very least you and Miss Halliwell can practice not reading each other's emotions," she said, dryly, apparently speaking of another difficult student to manage. "And to catch up, you will spend this weekend reading the first chapter in the textbook and writing an essay on it. Appropriately enough it's about ethics and mental influence. Now, to make sure you haven't bitten off more than you can chew, I would like to scan your mind. Surface thoughts only. I won't even look at your memories. Not without permission. May I proceed?"
Thad looks around, a bit confused by what's going on, but he's certainly looking healthy and aware. "I know I can empower other's emotions-- but, I know I have to concentrate to make that happen. That's good, right? I have to willfully make that happen." He doesn't seem to realize or sense Andromeda's surge of emotions, but they are still touching for now.
Then realizing something was asked of him, he shrugs and says, "I guess-- sure, go ahead. It's not like you're asking me for my choice on anything really. If I said no? I mean, I don't have anything to hide, so go ahead." Then more quietly, "go ahead ... "
The Holo-Mel seems to have no sense that anyone is there. its like she is in in her own little world. (or maybe in this case another dimension all together.)
The barriers get set up as required, and almost as if on cue, Holo-Mel stops playing her guitar and wanders over to where the barriers are in place.
she sits on the floor nearby and starts to doodle on small chalkboard. she then sets it down on the ground so it can be seen. and she backs away a few paces and sits on the floor again, she is playing with her sonic device hoping that they get the idea.
the chalkboard has pictures of stick figures that seem to represent everyone there. it shows the one that looks like Arthur pointing something at the set-up and the numbers 6784 are written over his head.
it appears that she knows that the barriers are in place but is unable to communicate anything else.
"Arthur, please tell me that that makes sense to you. Because I'm not sure we can handle another long-term mystery to solve to make this work," she said wearily.
Ms. Jones Office
Miss Jones frowned. "And yet you lack control or any awareness of how what you do affects others. Do let go of him now, Miss Sunwake. It appears to be having an ill effect on you. A fine way of paying back someone for trying to help you, Thad. To begin with, I am enrolling you in Basic Enchantment. This is not optional. At the very least you and Miss Halliwell can practice not reading each other's emotions," she said, dryly, apparently speaking of another difficult student to manage. "And to catch up, you will spend this weekend reading the first chapter in the textbook and writing an essay on it. Appropriately enough it's about ethics and mental influence. Now, to make sure you haven't bitten off more than you can chew, I would like to scan your mind. Surface thoughts only. I won't even look at your memories. Not without permission. May I proceed?"Thad looks around, a bit confused by what's going on, but he's certainly looking healthy and aware. "I know I can empower other's emotions-- but, I know I have to concentrate to make that happen. That's good, right? I have to willfully make that happen." He doesn't seem to realize or sense Andromeda's surge of emotions, but they are still touching for now.
Then realizing something was asked of him, he shrugs and says, "I guess-- sure, go ahead. It's not like you're asking me for my choice on anything really. If I said no? I mean, I don't have anything to hide, so go ahead." Then more quietly, "go ahead ... "
"If you said no, I would have referred you to the Headmaster so that he could use his divination skills to make sure that you are not under the influence of any outside presence without invading the privacy of your mind. You are not under any compulsion here, young man," she said sternly, as she reached out and forcibly removed Andromeda's hand from his shoulder as Andromeda had frozen in place. Andromeda whimpered a little bit before staggering back. "Look at what you are doing to the people around you," Miss Jones scolded Thad. "Even the ones trying to help you. You must learn to control your powers before you do yourself or someone else irreparable harm. Now that you know that it is not compulsory, do you wish to change your mind? Do I have permission to scan your surface thoughts or not?"
"I have confirmed that raelle was captured alive and by a group of firebirds. they numbered four guards and one who appeared to be a child."
A series of expressions passed across Sorchan's face. Rage, sorrow, fear. But only for a moment. "Thank you once again for your help," he said.