Lang gets up oh yeah I forgot all about that, Thanks Sun, don't know what I'd do without you
Sun just smiles at the compliment of his importance and then takes a seat watching the lake water. everyonce in a while looking to make sure there are no snakes.
Lang grabs his burnt up coat and heads back to the school and placing his hand on the wall to find Professor De'Nown, I sur hope he isn't busy, man what are we going to talk about? so much has changed since just this morning whaen I asked to meet him
Lang heads off
I'm sure I'll think of something
Grim nods and gets up from his seat "sure thing sir lead the way" he follows him.
Krays reaches out and touches Grim lightly on the arm, an they port to the cemetary.
"Now then. Since most folks are extremely uncomfortable with what we do, I like to work out here.
But, I don't want to get too ahead of myself. Why don't we start with
what abilities you have that you know about, and which ones you are unable to control, and what has brought you to Avalon."
Ace comes to a stop, he hadn't been running, but close enough. "Yes and no. I've found out what's wrong with Ginni. She has some sort werid vampiric virus thing. I am unsure if the healers here can help, so I came looking for Dom."
He tuens to the waterbender "You said you had a fair amount of different healing abilities, maybe the two of us together can find a way to cure her. If we don't, and she does loose control and consumes a soul without throwing it back up, she'll become a full fledged soul vampire. "
He notices now the romantic-esque setting and bows his head in apology I'm sorry, I seem to have interrupted a private moment. I just didn't know who else to turn to. The healers here might be able to cure Ginni, but I won't risk them being unable to"
Vai shakes her head, and some of her hair falls in front of her face, in the way that it always does. She doesn't move to readjust it, though whether it's because the hand that usually does the adjusting is under Fei's hand or whether she's getting comfort from it, is unclear. "I... no. Sadie was in the infirmary. The Professor never came today either. Sadie was in charge. And I didn't even think about it until after lunch..."
"It's my fault for wearing a skirt anyway." she adds, shoulders slumped.
"No, it is not, Vai. It is the fault of the person who saught to take advantage of you, and no one else."
Grim nods and gets up from his seat "sure thing sir lead the way" he follows him.Krays reaches out and touches Grim lightly on the arm, an they port to the cemetary.
"Now then. Since most folks are extremely uncomfortable with what we do, I like to work out here.
But, I don't want to get too ahead of myself. Why don't we start with
what abilities you have that you know about, and which ones you are unable to control, and what has brought you to Avalon."
you note that where before coming here the child in front of you appeared to be a normal, if modal human, with one grey eye one blue, and brown hair, wearing a black hodded swetter here in front of you is a skelatal figure, with only the grey eye the clothes, and the hair appear the same, the other socket being empty before (ignore the coffee) .
after (the tentacles are hidden) ."er, well I can commamnd the spirits of the dead and give them form, I am also quite good at bringing them back, I'm supposed to be able to reap someone when their time has come with a single touch, but it's not that easy for me, I can see life force and speak the language of death, and I can see the spirits that cling to the world and I can speak to them, but if you want a demonstration, watch this" he grins and raises his hands, he lifts his arms and three shadows raise out of the ground he continues moving his arms and it almost looks like a dance and raising out of the ground is a huge metal plated land shark looking thing he pants stands and pauses "most of the rest of my powers require a target"
"No, it is not, Vai. It is the fault of the person who saught to take advantage of you, and no one else."
Vai gently leans into Fei, quiet for a long moment. "... I don't think I'm going to wear a skirt again." she says despondantly. She had missed lunch and was only three plates in... but her appetite seems to be gone as well.
She turns her head and gently rests her forehead on Fei's shoulder. "... I should go find Sadie. Maybe flying will keep my mind off of things."
"er, well I can commamnd the spirits of the dead and give them form, I am also quite good at bringing them back, I'm supposed to be able to reap someone when their time has come with a single touch, but it's not that easy for me, I can see life force and speak the language of death, and I can see the spirits that cling to the world and I can speak to them, but if you want a demonstration, watch this" he grins and raises his hands, he lifts his arms and three shadows raise out of the ground he continues moving his arms and it almost looks like a dance and raising out of the ground is a huge metal plated land shark looking thing he pants stands and pauses "most of the rest of my powers require a target"
Nods.
"Very good. Deific level instant summoning is nice. Are there set creatures you can summon, or anything that comes to mind?You can use me as a target, if you wish to display other abilities, as my Patron protects me from all necromantic or other death-related effects."
"um, the shadows are set, but the second one, that's just one of the strongest things I could think of to summon at the time, it could have also have been a hill giant or a stone giant, for example" "um mostly I'm just really good at fighting undead, and I got this" he holds up his scythe "and I'm pretty good at useing it"
"No, it is not, Vai. It is the fault of the person who saught to take advantage of you, and no one else."Vai shakes her head, and some of her hair falls in front of her face, in the way that it always does. She doesn't move to readjust it, though whether it's because the hand that usually does the adjusting is under Fei's hand or whether she's getting comfort from it, is unclear. "I... no. Sadie was in the infirmary. The Professor never came today either. Sadie was in charge. And I didn't even think about it until after lunch..."
"It's my fault for wearing a skirt anyway." she adds, shoulders slumped.
Phaezeriel comes into the dining hall, and upon looking around he spots Vai and Fei, and comes to a full stop, his body going a bit tense. To Vai and Fei only Phezeriel's thoughts come full of concern, ::Vai, Fei, is something wrong? Would I be intruding if I come join you?::
Phaezeriel comes into the dining hall, and upon looking around he spots Vai and Fei, and comes to a full stop, his body going a bit tense. To Vai and Fei only Phezeriel's thoughts come full of concern, ::Vai, Fei, is something wrong? Would I be intruding if I come join you?::
"No, it is not, Vai. It is the fault of the person who saught to take advantage of you, and no one else."
well-well thinks settro, sipping his coffee. another of demonic heritage. much stronger heritage then that tiefling. looks like a full demon, actually. nice to see.
Vai gently leans into Fei, quiet for a long moment. "... I don't think I'm going to wear a skirt again." she says despondantly. She had missed lunch and was only three plates in... but her appetite seems to be gone as well.
She turns her head and gently rests her forehead on Fei's shoulder. "... I should go find Sadie. Maybe flying will keep my mind off of things."
Fei begins to say something, then stops as Vai rests against him. After a long pause, he finally says "You definitely should go flying tonight. And leave all of these troubles on the ground...they will only weigh you down."
The table then trembles ever so slightly. With a pained look, the young monk carefully lifts Vai's head and pulls away from her.
"Be as you wish to be, meldanya, not as any other would try to dictate. They succeed only if you let them do so."
Phaezeriel comes into the dining hall, and upon looking around he spots Vai and Fei, and comes to a full stop, his body going a bit tense. To Vai and Fei only Phezeriel's thoughts come full of concern, ::Vai, Fei, is something wrong? Would I be intruding if I come join you?::
Fei blinks, then looks back at Vai.
"That is your decision. If you wish to go ahead and find Sadie, I can speak with Phaezeriel. I will not discuss this unless you wish it."
"Sorry." Vai pulls away as soon as she realizes the trouble he was having. She had to stop doing that.
Something Fei says strikes a deep resounding chord with Vai. She looks up at him with admiration, and love. Everything wasn't all better... but again, Fei has restored her courage. That's how you beat him.
snip
Vai immediately starts scanning the room at Phaezeriel's voice. Seeing her small friend, she nods. ::Please, come Phaeze. I was going to be leaving soon though. I'm okay. No crisis or anything.::
"Phaeze is one of my dearest friends... he can know. Thank you for being amazing, Fei." While not exactly chipper, Vai has at least pushed her hair back, and has raised her head, no longer shame-faced.
He smiles...it's kinda creepy.
"I do not like to fight undead, anymore than I like to fight a hammer, or a sword. They are tools or weapons. If they will not be used, or will not obey, I destroy them. Especially when my loved ones are in danger, or threatened."
As he says this, the runes on his staff flare a bit. Grim will get the sense that there are very powerful souls in torment in there...
"But, enough philosophy. What problems are you having with your abilities? What do you need help with?"
He smiles...it's kinda creepy.
"I do not like to fight undead, anymore than I like to fight a hammer, or a sword. They are tools or weapons. If they will not be used, or will not obey, I destroy them. Especially when my loved ones are in danger, or threatened."
As he says this, the runes on his staff flare a bit. Grim will get the sense that there are very powerful souls in torment in there...
"But, enough philosophy. What problems are you having with your abilities? What do you need help with?"
the young reaper to be shrugs at his comments about philosophy "I can see your point there, a scythe in your hand is beter than one broken on the ground, but even that is better than one at your throat" he then blushes lightly despite for all appearence being nothing but bone at this point "or atleast that's what dad says, er I'm not exactly having problems with them so much as they need refinement, something more, mom said I should be stronger than this by now, she said by my age that she had already gained contractual imortality, so I'm here to be better I guess..." from his demenor you can tell he did indead notice the creatures in the scythe but it doesn't seem to phase him much, he's seen worse
Vai immediately starts scanning the room at Phaezeriel's voice. Seeing her small friend, she nods. ::Please, come Phaeze. I was going to be leaving soon though. I'm okay. No crisis or anything.::
Phaezeriel goes to their table, stands on a chair next to Vai and puts one hand on her shoulder, ::No crisis, but are you okay, Vai?:: The warmth and caring in his thoughts is almost palpable.
Dom had stepped close to Tamina. This was a perfect place to make a move. If not I'm sure she will stop me. But just before he could make an attempt at stealing a kiss.
Ace comes to a stop, he hadn't been running, but close enough. "Yes and no. I've found out what's wrong with Ginni. She has some sort werid vampiric virus thing. I am unsure if the healers here can help, so I came looking for Dom."
He tuens to the waterbender "You said you had a fair amount of different healing abilities, maybe the two of us together can find a way to cure her. If we don't, and she does loose control and consumes a soul without throwing it back up, she'll become a full fledged soul vampire. "
He notices now the romantic-esque setting and bows his head in apology I'm sorry, I seem to have interrupted a private moment. I just didn't know who else to turn to. The healers here might be able to cure Ginni, but I won't risk them being unable to"
"When a girls life hangs in the balance. It's ok to interrupt. What have you learned about this virus and was there a cure with what ever you found? Dom had stepped back from Tamina. His look moved to Ace but he could tell his eyes were wanted to return to Tamina.
"Not really," he said thoughtfully, carefully considering the question. "They're just normal folks. They have a cobbler shop. They don't really know what to make of Ursula and her overachieving. And they're beside themselves trying to figure out what to do about me since I don't seem to be good at anything." He says this matter-of-factly with no trace of self-pity. "My grandparents ran the shop before my parents and their parents before them....I'm pretty sure they've just always been cobblers.""You see? Potentially wonderful news if you consider this as a blessing of sorts, especially if we can find a method to control it. You apparently are quite positive, you should be proud of yourself. Have you had any dinner as of yet? I trust you aren't hurting, right?"
Smiling, she merely continues to sit there while thinking about things.
"Do you feel anything prior to the foul effects perhaps? That might help knowing."
Bradley looked thoughtful. "Well, there's usually this overwhelming sense of dread....but it happens so often I'm not sure if it actually is from the ability or just cause I always expect stuff to go wrong."
"Professor Rosa said that too about it being useful if I can learn to channel it. I just wish I had any idea how to do that."
"Yes, I'm Dara's sister, Sadie. Thank you very much for helping Dara with this. These gloves are wonderful," she said with a delighted smile as Dara demonstrated all the signs he had learned."Don't thank me, it's been fun. The lessons bring back some old memories of when I was around his age. Very old memories..." Lysander pauses for a moment before looking to Sadie. "I gathered Dara was waiting for something. I'm guessing that he was waiting for you?"
"Yes. We're going flying with Vai this evening. Dara was very excited about the chance to actually fly on an actual dragon," she said with a grin.
Dara jumped up and down excitedly, confirming her assessment of his reaction. He ran around the room, arms outstretched like he was pretending to fly already.
"I... am going into town with Mr. Kiln. He knows how to pilot them apparently." Tyrrin says simply, clearly not wishing to elaborate further.
Aananda may not believe what she is seeing: Tyrrin almost looks embarrassed. Aananda may also note that she is somewhat more elaborately dressed than is typical for Tyrrin, with even the barest hint of cleavage.
Aananda almost but didn't quite manage to hide an amused smile, just barely restraining herself from a laugh.
"I see. Well, in that case, you're welcome to borrow the skimmer, Tyrrin. Have a good time."
Ardiente suddenly remembers he has somewhere to be. How could he forget Fain! He was so excited last night! Some things are more improtant than music, duh.
Ardiente still takes his time, following the arrows. He doesn't want to damage anything by pushing himself further. He shifts back to humanoid shape at the door; talons don't open doors very well.
"I'm not late am I?" he says as he enters the practice space.
"Ardiente! I didn't expect you to come tonight. Regular practices were cancelled tonight after an incident in the music room....most of the instruments needed repair so they're holding band tryouts tomorrow night. I think we're the only ones still practicing tonight. Glad you could make it though," she said warmly.
"Of course it's fine, Ace. This is important. As much as I enjoy spending time with Dom, Ginni's health has to come first."
"Not to be overly practical, but have things like remove disease, or even delay disease already been used? Or would that not work with this? Is it a magical disease?"
Bradley looked thoughtful. "Well, there's usually this overwhelming sense of dread....but it happens so often I'm not sure if it actually is from the ability or just cause I always expect stuff to go wrong."
"Professor Rosa said that too about it being useful if I can learn to channel it. I just wish I had any idea how to do that."
"Well, consider the other times that you've ..experienced this bad luck manifesting. Did you feel similar dread? Do you have the impression that the bad luck only occurs within a certain range of yourself, say .. arm's reach? The key here, if this is an ability akin to any spellcasting, which I'm going to merely use as an example for this- suggests that, if we find a pattern, your emotions might be relevant, or a build up of ..this energy might be relevant, which then is released. Where it's focused on, however, that's the first step- just yourself, others? Your memory will be important here. Please, share what details you can provide."
Anahita continues to sit there, watching the fellow student, calm and collected, but clearly very attentive and thoughtful regarding the details being shared.
"In theory- once we've determined, which I suspect is already true, that you are not using magics, per say, unless part of your ability is to completely negate any divination on it, we'll need to narrow down the search- but details first."
Given he didn't say anything about being hungry, Anahita didn't press.
the young reaper to be shrugs at his comments about philosophy "I can see your point there, a scythe in your hand is beter than one broken on the ground, but even that is better than one at your throat" he then blushes lightly despite for all appearence being nothing but bone at this point "or atleast that's what dad says, er I'm not exactly having problems with them so much as they need refinement, something more, mom said I should be stronger than this by now, she said by my age that she had already gained contractual imortality, so I'm here to be better I guess..." from his demenor you can tell he did indead notice the creatures in the scythe but it doesn't seem to phase him much, he's seen worse
"You seem of sufficient strength to handle reaping a soul, though I must admit I am not a reaper, per se. I do understand it's importance, though. Explain to me a bit what your duties as a reaper are supposed to be. I'd just like to be on the same page when offering advice."
Aananda almost but didn't quite manage to hide an amused smile, just barely restraining herself from a laugh.
"I see. Well, in that case, you're welcome to borrow the skimmer, Tyrrin. Have a good time."
Tyrrin thanks Aananda graciously, trying to ignore her obvious amusement. "I will be sure to return it this evening. Thank you again. Please let me know if you have any trouble connecting my system to yours. They may not interface well, as I've designed mine from scratch. didn't want to use anything of the Empire's I could help."
Tyrrin makes her way to the skimmer hanger, both eager and nervous at the same time. On the one hand, she was looking forward to thoughtful and driven conversation with the ex-Inquisitor... but on the other hand... she wasn't entirely sure she was ready for any of this courtship nonesense. She did have duties, and many responsibilities both here at the school and at home.
Tyrrin arrives just a little late to the hanger, finding Ghalen waiting, and dressed differently as well. She is a match for him there at least: she has spent half an hour fussing to make herself look perfect. An unbelievable waste of time no doubt.
She is wearing a dark blue, tight-fitting, button-down shirt, which is fairly low cut for Tyrrin (whch means you can see some skin, le gasp), cut perfectly for her to display and accentuate what little curves her elfin form has. She is wearing a similarly styled pencil skirt, knee-length. Her shoes match the ensemble perfectly, to give an impression of severity... but maybe severity who is also trying to be a little sexy. Just a little. Tyrrin is wearing no makeup or jewelry to compliment.
"Good evening." Tyrrin says to Ghalen, half-way between polite and friendly.
Ghalen turns with a smile, then actually gapes for a second, but regains his composure quickly. His eyes do not gaze anywhere inappropiate, but you can tell he likes what he sees, mixed with a hint of suprise.
"Good evening, indeed! You look absolutely radiant, Tyrrin." he says as he bows.
Phaezeriel goes to their table, stands on a chair next to Vai and puts one hand on her shoulder, ::No crisis, but are you okay, Vai?:: The warmth and caring in his thoughts is almost palpable.
Nimceleb sleepily looks at the hand on Vai's shoulder, and gives it a small nuzzle from his usual perch. Vai looks fondly at her friend. ::Nothing major, just I realized after lunch that someone might have been... trying to take advantage of me in Light Blades class. I thought it was just an accident at the time. Fei (there is a psychic impression of the elvish word Meldanya with Fei's name) was just comforting me. Sorry I didn't respond to you earlier. Why were you called away from teaching?:: Even Vai's psychic voice still carries a certain amount of shame when relating the incident... she obviously still blames herself... at least a little, for the whatever may have occured in the class.
Tyrrin's hair is pulled out of it's usual bun and is brushed out so that it is wavy, but in no way unruly. It frames her face, accentuating the elf's angular features.
She doesn't quite know what to say at first, or what the etiquette here was. See? Less time on your hair and more time reading and you could've been better prepared! She returns Ghalen's bow, a little unsure. "Thank you. You are quite handsome." she says, a little awkwardly. Unfamiliar territory. Perhaps Ghalen has found something that Tyrrin isn't good at?
He reaches out and gently takes her hands, standing closer, but not so close as to raise alarms. He looks into her eyes.
"Am I? I've never thought so, honestly. Thank you very much." he is teasing, but only slightly. He turns an stands beside her, letting go of one arm but placing the other on his, as if to escort her.
"Shall we?"
"Ardiente! I didn't expect you to come tonight. Regular practices were cancelled tonight after an incident in the music room....most of the instruments needed repair so they're holding band tryouts tomorrow night. I think we're the only ones still practicing tonight. Glad you could make it though," she said warmly.
See? Fieri was abjured, and yet she still lives on. She's even happy, here... and expecting hatchlings if I heard Vai right. There are many worthy people here... even if the worst comes to past. These people could be family to him.
Ardiente seems a little distracted, taking a few moments to respond to Fieri. Weird, wasn't he supposed to be starstruck? "Ah. Sorry, just a little tired. It's been a long, trying day. I probably won't push myself too hard on the pyrotechnics. You and yours are well?" the excitement that was there yesterday seems to be lacking... though he did say he was tired.
He reaches out and gently takes her hands, standing closer, but not so close as to raise alarms. He looks into her eyes.
"Am I? I've never thought so, honestly. Thank you very much." he is teasing, but only slightly. He turns an stands beside her, letting go of one arm but placing the other on his, as if to escort her.
"Shall we?"
"We shall." she had resisted the impulse several times to pull away. It was all very real. Emotions. Twisted, unlogical emotions, were beginning to surface. She had to do her best to keep a tight reign on herself. "Don't sell yourself short, Inquisitor." Tyrrin intones as they move towards the skimmer, trying to keep the mood light. She fully embraces his somewhat formal escorting gesture. This she knew at least.
"I trust you are not going to kill us with your piloting skills? I would appreciate that." she tries, flippantly.
"Well, consider the other times that you've ..experienced this bad luck manifesting. Did you feel similar dread? Do you have the impression that the bad luck only occurs within a certain range of yourself, say .. arm's reach? The key here, if this is an ability akin to any spellcasting, which I'm going to merely use as an example for this- suggests that, if we find a pattern, your emotions might be relevant, or a build up of ..this energy might be relevant, which then is released. Where it's focused on, however, that's the first step- just yourself, others? Your memory will be important here. Please, share what details you can provide."Anahita continues to sit there, watching the fellow student, calm and collected, but clearly very attentive and thoughtful regarding the details being shared.
"In theory- once we've determined, which I suspect is already true, that you are not using magics, per say, unless part of your ability is to completely negate any divination on it, we'll need to narrow down the search- but details first."
Given he didn't say anything about being hungry, Anahita didn't press.
"Oh, it's definitely bigger than arm's reach. But it seems to only happen in whatever room I happen to be in at the time. It seems to be mostly focused on me...or on what I'm focused on. If I'm trying to learn how to fence, the sword breaks and flies up and crashes back down on me. Or if I'm trying to get a book, the boookcases crash and there's a book avalanche. Or if Professor Rosa tells me for detention that I should keep a bull from breaking stuff in a china shop, everything gets broken. It's always something that prevents what I want to happen....the range can actually get bigger than a room if I'm out in the wilderness. The one time we went on a field trip...it was like the whole island was out to get me."
"They've tested me for magic. I don't have any. So it can't be that."
Phaezeriel goes to their table, stands on a chair next to Vai and puts one hand on her shoulder, ::No crisis, but are you okay, Vai?:: The warmth and caring in his thoughts is almost palpable.
Settro grabs at his head. UGGG.... so nice. that's a good thing, but UGGGG.
Settro grabs at his head. UGGG.... so nice. that's a good thing, but UGGGG.Phaezeriel goes to their table, stands on a chair next to Vai and puts one hand on her shoulder, ::No crisis, but are you okay, Vai?:: The warmth and caring in his thoughts is almost palpable.
"Ardiente! I didn't expect you to come tonight. Regular practices were cancelled tonight after an incident in the music room....most of the instruments needed repair so they're holding band tryouts tomorrow night. I think we're the only ones still practicing tonight. Glad you could make it though," she said warmly.See? Fieri was abjured, and yet she still lives on. She's even happy, here... and expecting hatchlings if I heard Vai right. There are many worthy people here... even if the worst comes to past. These people could be family to him.
Ardiente seems a little distracted, taking a few moments to respond to Fieri. Weird, wasn't he supposed to be starstruck? "Ah. Sorry, just a little tired. It's been a long, trying day. I probably won't push myself too hard on the pyrotechnics. You and yours are well?" the excitement that was there yesterday seems to be lacking... though he did say he was tired.
"Rough first day?" she asked sympathetically. "Don't worry, it does get better."
"Oh, I'm fine, and the babies are fine. They're enjoying a new lullaby...long story. But their dad put himself into a coma over it. Nothing to worry about. Jiminy does this from time to time when he overextends his abilities. Hopefully he'll be awake by tomorrow. I'm sure there are at least three other crises going on in the family. At least. It's like that. You get used to it around here."
"I think for now the best thing you can do is just listen. Get familiar with the music and what we're trying to convey. Just plan out what kind of pyrotechnics would best complement the show."
"Oh, it's definitely bigger than arm's reach. But it seems to only happen in whatever room I happen to be in at the time. It seems to be mostly focused on me...or on what I'm focused on. If I'm trying to learn how to fence, the sword breaks and flies up and crashes back down on me. Or if I'm trying to get a book, the boookcases crash and there's a book avalanche. Or if Professor Rosa tells me for detention that I should keep a bull from breaking stuff in a china shop, everything gets broken. It's always something that prevents what I want to happen....the range can actually get bigger than a room if I'm out in the wilderness. The one time we went on a field trip...it was like the whole island was out to get me."
"They've tested me for magic. I don't have any. So it can't be that."
"Well, then I suspect it might be some innate ability then. Are you a shy person, normally? Or courageous and daring? If we assume or suspect that it's some .. protective, defensive technique- to prevent you from garnering attention... remember, I'm considering your sister here as well, your twin. If she has, say, the opposite of what you have, then it would fit together well."
She sits back for a moment and then asks, "Has this ability ever hurt someone else? Or just yourself?"
For all intensive purposes, it was clear that Anahita's focus was on this puzzle of Bradley, ignoring the passage of time and what not. After all, talking was rather quick, hours weren't flowing by here.
"Rough first day?" she asked sympathetically. "Don't worry, it does get better."
"Oh, I'm fine, and the babies are fine. They're enjoying a new lullaby...long story. But their dad put himself into a coma over it. Nothing to worry about. Jiminy does this from time to time when he overextends his abilities. Hopefully he'll be awake by tomorrow. I'm sure there are at least three other crises going on in the family. At least. It's like that. You get used to it around here."
"I think for now the best thing you can do is just listen. Get familiar with the music and what we're trying to convey. Just plan out what kind of pyrotechnics would best complement the show."
"Alright. Thank you Fieri. If you ever need another guitarist or bassist, for a particular song... I may have snuck some private time in with those instruments. Against my parents' will of course. I'm not great, but maybe passable as a background player. I'll focus on just listening for now... maybe you have some new stuff I haven't heard before." Ardiente considers the things she had just said. Well... he could name at least one other crisis. Two if he counted himself. "Can I speak to you afterward Fieri? Privately?" and he would make sure it was private this time.
Lang makes his wat to Professor De'Nown office. and knock
the arows said this is the place, I hope its right he says nervously.
Lang cracks the door open a bit Hello? It's Lang, may I come in?
"Well, then I suspect it might be some innate ability then. Are you a shy person, normally? Or courageous and daring? If we assume or suspect that it's some .. protective, defensive technique- to prevent you from garnering attention... remember, I'm considering your sister here as well, your twin. If she has, say, the opposite of what you have, then it would fit together well."
She sits back for a moment and then asks, "Has this ability ever hurt someone else? Or just yourself?"
For all intensive purposes, it was clear that Anahita's focus was on this puzzle of Bradley, ignoring the passage of time and what not. After all, talking was rather quick, hours weren't flowing by here.
"I dunno," he says amiably with a shrug. "My folks say I haven't got the sense the gods gave rocks. I wouldn't say it prevents me from garnering attention. I get all kinds of attention. It's just not positive attention. And I don't mind attention...it would just be nice for once to try something and actually have it work. I tried to declare myself Bradley the Bold once," he admits, embarrassed. "By the end of the day it was 'Bradley the Boldly Idiotic' as dubbed by my classmates. I just can't stop myself from trying even though I know how it's gonna turn out. Ursula isn't shy either. She loves attention. But she always gets positive attention. Except for that one time when Vai went off on her for being mean to Sadie. That was kinda awesome."
"Sometimes other people can get hurt. Like on the field trip. Our group was chased by girallons....and angry treants....and there was quicksand....and an earthquake...yeah, that was a really bad trip."
"You seem of sufficient strength to handle reaping a soul, though I must admit I am not a reaper, per se. I do understand it's importance, though. Explain to me a bit what your duties as a reaper are supposed to be. I'd just like to be on the same page when offering advice."
"well, not everyone comes when it's there time, some people are stubborn, and some people's life and death are so intertwined with fate, people who's every action affects how things will happen for the rest of time, when one of those things happen a reaper is sent to collect the soul, the important bit is the difference between a reaper, and the reaper, there are dozens of reapers, but when you refer to the reaper you refer to my dad, his job is not just to take stuborn or important souls, but also keeping life and death running smoothly, guarding the hall's of time, which now that I think about it, doesn't really have much to do with time, and ruling the first ring of the underworld, not to mention managing the other reapers" he pauses "I already am a reaper, and am fairly proficiant if I was to be one of the dozens of regular reapers, but I'm suposed to take his job eventually, I can't be a normal kid"
"Alright. Thank you Fieri. If you ever need another guitarist or bassist, for a particular song... I may have snuck some private time in with those instruments. Against my parents' will of course. I'm not great, but maybe passable as a background player. I'll focus on just listening for now... maybe you have some new stuff I haven't heard before." Ardiente considers the things she had just said. Well... he could name at least one other crisis. Two if he counted himself. "Can I speak to you afterward Fieri? Privately?" and he would make sure it was private this time.
"You'll have to audition for that. Pan and Spike won't accept anyone playing who isn't up to their standards. But if you're good, then that would actually work well. Sometimes we struggle with that on songs when Pan does vocals."
"Yeah, sure, no problem, Ardiente. I don't have anywhere I need to be after rehearsal. I'd be happy to talk."
Alright,guys, I want to try that new song again," [i]she said, heading back over to the rest of the band. "I'm still not sure if we want to include it in the stage show, so let's give it another run-through and see where we are with it."
Lang makes his wat to Professor De'Nown office. and knock
the arows said this is the place, I hope its right he says nervously.
Lang cracks the door open a bit Hello? It's Lang, may I come in?
Why hello young Lang.... I expected you hours ago...." The tea set laid out was made of thin bone white China
"come on in, what is it you wanted to talk about? "
"You'll have to audition for that. Pan and Spike won't accept anyone playing who isn't up to their standards. But if you're good, then that would actually work well. Sometimes we struggle with that on songs when Pan does vocals."
"Yeah, sure, no problem, Ardiente. I don't have anywhere I need to be after rehearsal. I'd be happy to talk."
"Alright,guys, I want to try that new song again," she said, heading back over to the rest of the band. "I'm still not sure if we want to include it in the stage show, so let's give it another run-through and see where we are with it."
"Makes sense. I wouldn't want to impose anyway. One thing at a time." Ardiente shrugs, settling in to listen to the new song, and maybe play a bit with the pyrotechnics.
Lang makes his wat to Professor De'Nown office. and knock
the arows said this is the place, I hope its right he says nervously.
Lang cracks the door open a bit Hello? It's Lang, may I come in?
Why hello young Lang.... I expected you hours ago...." The tea set laid out was made of thin bone white China
"come on in, what is it you wanted to talk about? "
Lang bows to the professor.
I Know and I am sorry, I was going to have dinner with someone I care deeply about and things started to...ahhh....happen. And well I couldn't leave her
Lang takes a seat and takes a sip of the tea. and tries to hide his face I still hate the that peach tea
Anyway professor, from what I gather you Know, or at least did know Master Hito, and you have been to the Sky Temples, as a guest. Well at times I get a little homesick and miss my old friends and family and I just thought there might be a chance we could sahre our meemories of the temples and of course master Hito's pie stories, he sure loved those pies
as lang holds his tea cup lang quickly puts it down apparently a touch of pain in his hands.
the professor can notice small burn marks on Lang's hands but nothing serious.
The tea is duke black, hot and sweet with a cinnimon twist
"I knew him... many years ago...And Master Hito's pies hopefully have improved...When Hito and I knew each other... we were around sixty... he is what...? Ninty? one hundred?" Professor Antergrenti seems to be thinking as well
he shakes his head, "Anyway... who is this girl you were talking about?"
"I dunno," he says amiably with a shrug. "My folks say I haven't got the sense the gods gave rocks. I wouldn't say it prevents me from garnering attention. I get all kinds of attention. It's just not positive attention. And I don't mind attention...it would just be nice for once to try something and actually have it work. I tried to declare myself Bradley the Bold once," he admits, embarrassed. "By the end of the day it was 'Bradley the Boldly Idiotic' as dubbed by my classmates. I just can't stop myself from trying even though I know how it's gonna turn out. Ursula isn't shy either. She loves attention. But she always gets positive attention. Except for that one time when Vai went off on her for being mean to Sadie. That was kinda awesome."
"Sometimes other people can get hurt. Like on the field trip. Our group was chased by girallons....and angry treants....and there was quicksand....and an earthquake...yeah, that was a really bad trip."
"What do you mean .. try something and have it actually work? You do that all the time without trying- drawing breath, eating, walking, so many things. If you .. perhaps it's your focus that manifests it, the fear of not succeeding, when you could just .. do it, without fear, and succeed. Maybe that's what your sister does, and her abilities work without issue."
She stands up at this point, hair falling about, saying, "Let's try this, stand up. Try not to .. think, when I ask you to do something, just be as calm and unthinking as possible. Just do .. okay?
Once he appears ready, she holds up a book and says, "Now, remember, without thinking .. catch this. Remember, no thinking, just do it." With that, she tosses the book lightly at him.
The tea is duke black, hot and sweet with a cinnimon twist
"I knew him... many years ago...And Master Hito's pies hopefully have improved...When Hito and I knew each other... we were around sixty... he is what...? Ninty? one hundred?" Professor Antergrenti seems to be thinking as well
he shakes his head, "Anyway... who is this girl you were talking about?"
who said it was a girl?....ohh wait thats right I did, well, her name is Ignace, Ignace del Sol, you see professor, I really like her and I don't know how to tell if she like me, I mean she usually is nice to me but, I think she is that way with everybody.
lang pauses a moment wait I shouldn't burden you with that stuff.
moving the subject back to his home. do you remember that magic you did before? I was wondering could we go back again tonight. but this time not to the gardens, I would like to see my mom, I was wondering how she is doing with me being away, its so rare that any of us ever leave the Temple except to travel to the market for a day.
Lang takes another sip of the tea trying to hide the stinging on his hands.
"Your mother... Hmmm I do not know where she lives.... so...." the professor walks over and then rests his hand on your head
He knows where she lives.... but just letting him see her is cruel...
The professor mutters a phrase under his breath and Lang experiences the feeling of becoming 20 feet long and an inch around, then is restored to normal size and shape while standing in his mothers kitchen...
"I hope an hour is long enough..." the professor mutters
"Your mother... Hmmm I do not know where she lives.... so...." the professor walks over and then rests his hand on your head
He knows where she lives.... but just letting him see her is cruel...
The professor mutters a phrase under his breath and Lang experiences the feeling of becoming 20 feet long and an inch around, then is restored to normal size and shape while standing in his mothers kitchen...
"I hope an hour is long enough..." the professor mutters
Lang just stares a moment. thinking its like before where ahe cannot see or hear him but he cnnot help himself Mom?