Sinh turns to the drummer, confused. "Who? Me? I'm just checking drains for a creature that's got loose in the system earlier. He's leading Master Vakkler and me a merry chase. As Miss 'Sima says, I'm just custodializin'."
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Meanwhile, outside on the school grounds...
The business of keeping a school like this one properly supplied is a continuous (and often thankless) one. Materials arrive at all hours to make sure the faculty and students do not run out of any of the essentials for their day-to-day routines.
The last shipment of crated supplies for the day finally arrives - paints, charcoals and other supplies for the Studio Arts department. Accompanying the supplies are a trio of people - two in sun-themed robes, and one in a plain homespun cloak, the hood drawn up.
After some deliberation with the gate staff regarding the late arrival (the administrative offices having being closed now for over an hour), the two robed figures produce documentation authorizing their charge to be admitted to the school. Not being able to get the student processed in order to get a room assignment until the morning, they allow the him to accompany the crates to the Materials & Supply building so he has shelter from the cold evening closing in on them. He is told to assist with the unloading and storage of the supplies, then is given a cot to sleep on.
Gets back to his room and sees H'Tor glance to him and back to his book repeatedly
"Hey buddy. Good book?"
"yes..great book. Nothing going on up here. Nope." He replies telepathicly to Krays
Krays raises an eye ridge. "Is that so....?"
Krays looks around and notices his eyes are missing
"Ummm...you been trying to wear the eyes again? I keep telling you they'll smolder in there..."
"I don't know what you're talking about..." H'Tor responds
"I mean, it's ok...no harm no foul...but...where did the rest of them go and where's the jar?"
H'Tor's firey pin-prick eyes dart to the door then back to his book
Krays sighs "Seriously? You put them outside? They weren't staring at you again, I promised I wouldn't do that again..." Krays turns to head back out, and H'Tor jumps up, dropping his book to the floor
"umm...you shouldn't...there's a...<sigh>..just let me go first, k?"
Krays looks to H'Tor, then sighs in resignation "Very well...this better not be a prank of some sort or i'll give you itchy flesh again."
A shiver passs through H'Tor"No, not a prank..."he says as he draws his sword and slowly opens the door, peeking out through the crack as it opens. Afeter the door is open, he sticks his head out into the hallway, and checks both ways. "I guess it's gone..." then goes accross the hall to show Krays the slimy remnants of his eyeball jar.
Krays views the scene and irritably questions H'Tor on the happenings of the last hour or so, which H'Tor delivers with slumped shoulders...
"Do you know how expensive glass is? Man...."Krays takes a deep breath"It's ok, H'Tor. I wouldn't have wanted to touch it either. I guess I'd better go report this."
"I'll go with...it may have gotten...bigger..."
With that sobering thought, they head out to find Mr. Sihn.
You can see curiosity begin to take over Spin's mind, "What kind of creature?"
He casts eyes around and then takes Spin to one side, out of easy ear-shot, not wanting to cause any concern for the students who weren't near the kitchen recently. "Well, it's a mop-attacking oozy sort of creature that digests all sorts of biologicikal material. It hain't bit through any pipes yet that I can find. It looks like slurk slime more'an anything else."
...no harm no foul...
...no harm no foul...
After some deliberation with the gate staff regarding the late arrival (the administrative offices having being closed now for over an hour), the two robed figures produce documentation authorizing their charge to be admitted to the school. Not being able to get the student processed in order to get a room assignment until the morning, they allow the him to accompany the crates to the Materials & Supply building so he has shelter from the cold evening closing in on them. He is told to assist with the unloading and storage of the supplies, then is given a cot to sleep on.
"I can help! You need some help finding it? I'm awesome at finding things!"
"Okay, well I guess I've got to keep looking for guitarists. Unless any of you can play?"
*shakes her head*
"Sorry."
"I can help! You need some help finding it? I'm awesome at finding things!"
"That's a kind offer, young sir, but there's like to be all sorts of nasty in those pipes. The Headmaster probably wouldn't like me exposin' you to that. However, when we get closer to cornerin' the beast I could maybe use a bloodhound of some sort to run it to ground... If that sounds alright by you?"
After some deliberation with the gate staff regarding the late arrival (the administrative offices having being closed now for over an hour), the two robed figures produce documentation authorizing their charge to be admitted to the school. Not being able to get the student processed in order to get a room assignment until the morning, they allow the him to accompany the crates to the Materials & Supply building so he has shelter from the cold evening closing in on them. He is told to assist with the unloading and storage of the supplies, then is given a cot to sleep on.
Fieri wandered off and could soon be seen having an animated conversation with a boy with green hair and skin and a lot of piercings. He was nodding and gestured for another kid to come over, a centaur with dark hair hanging over his face to the point where you had to wonder how he could see where he was going.
Spin looks a little crestfallen at Mr. S.'s response, but tries not to show it. "Sure, that'd be cool." Then he notices Fieri head over to speak to two other boys, so he follows behind, animatedly adding his own noise to the conversation. When it winds down, he heads back over to his friends. "So, I guess auditions are over… at least for me."
"So you'll be joining Fieri's band? That's great! I can't wait to hear you guys play. Did you guys decide on a name?"
"Well, I'm not sure there's a full band just quite yet. We still have to see if everyone can actually hack it. And we don't have a name yet."
"Well, it looks like she's a fair way into talking Pan into playing, and he's good. I don't know about the centaur."
"Can't wait to hear you play. It'll be nice to get some new blood down here." Kam says as Su'Ta takes his place as drummer again. "I'll be sure to listen carefully to your first show."
"Speaking of which," Spin says, with a mock-serious face, "I've been meaning to ask you. Your band name... is it in reference to the state of your zipper?" He asks, pointing to Kam's pants.
"Nope. You might want to stop looking before Taron gets jealous though." He replies with a wicked grin.
Spin holds up his hands in a 'you win' gesture.
When they leave (and he's sure they're out of ear-shot of the demon-boy), Spin puts his lips to Ephebe's ear, whispering. "So are Kam and Taron.. like... together? Ya know? Together-together?"
Now free to continue their practice, Kam sets up the sound shield so Fly Free's practice doesn't bother the other bands and they start to play. Belyu takes up a guitar like Kamenwati's, Su'Ta stays at his drums, and Taron moves to the microphone for this practice.
Vakkler is a little less open-minded than most, of course, being from a race that sees mating as a necessary act to preserve the clan.
Spin holds up his hands in a 'you win' gesture.
When they leave (and he's sure they're out of ear-shot of the demon-boy), Spin puts his lips to Ephebe's ear, whispering. "So are Kam and Taron.. like... together? Ya know? Together-together?"
"Yes. I thought I mentioned that earlier? Well, maybe I wasn't clear. Anyways, yes, Kam is Taron's mate. As in bonded forever, only person Taron will ever love romantically. Took some getting used to what with Kam being a demon and all and our family has some pretty nasty history with demons. But we adjusted. After all, Kam's family now."
"Seems to be a theme here." Asch says as he kisses Amada's shoulder. "People falling for demons that is."
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"Ummm....are you okay, 'Sima?"
IC....duly chastised. ;)
Nasima, clearly blinkered, looks over at Phebe. "Hm? Oh! Yes! Yes, I'm fine just a bit taken aback, frankly. I didn't...I...well, that certainly makes the playing field simpler in terms of legal flirtation targets." She smiles and it seems genuine. Taron was too intimidating anyway. she thinks, and she's pretty sure that's mostly not sour grapes.
"Boy you weren't kidding about the imprinting thing happening at any time. I mean, how old are those guys? 18? 16? I mean not that it matters; love is love and biology -- or whatever this is -- is biology. I just...for some reason that seems like something that would happen later on. But I suppose...why not?"
Ephebe blushed.
"Uh, actually Taron, Jimmy, and I are 26. We'll be 27 in a couple of months. We age slow for humans, but fast for well, what we really are."