Teleported :) for an hour before recalled automatically
at the 55 min mark you get a message spell saying you have 5 mins left
EDIT: Sends message spell to Headmaster Ryo and Headmistress Blackscales: I have sent Lang on a little trip home... He will be home before lights out though.... He is not a hostile teleport he will be back in approximately 58 minutes
"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.
Bradley scrambles up, looking alarmed.
"No, no, wait, this is a really bad idea, telling someone not to think about something is completely the wrong thing to...DOOOOOOOOOO!" he howled as the corner of the book hit him right in the 'tender bits'.
As he was hopping around, he somehow manage to trip over the book and fell over a desk which broke, trapping him in between the broken pieces.
"Owww."
A painting fell off the wall on top of him.
"I hate my life."
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.
he smiles at her compliment
"I am glad you find me attractive.""No,I am not a reckless man. I would also prefer that you enjoy this evening. If I had a pinnace, though, I might. Breaking the atmosphere is exhilarating. I do like to fly. Have you ever been into space?"
Lang's visit home:
At langs sudden appearance lang's mom nearly drops the ckae she was holding.
Lang? what....How... she sets everything down and goes to him and hugs him
Hi mom as he hugs her back.
come , sit, are you hungry? she goes to get some dinner from earlier and serves him a big heaping portion.
lang takes the food it is the biggest insult to not eat when your mother offers food as he eats he seems to savor every bite. it doesn't matter how goods the food at school is there is something always better when you get dinner at home with your family.
She sits and starts to tell lang all about what was going on back home but lang interupts.
Mom, i have something important to tell you,
Is it Sun?, did he give you fleas, I always warned him about that..
No Mom, Sun is fine and no fleas anyway I want to tell you....
ohh your hands they look burnt, Did Sun do this? she goes and gets some burn paste to cover the wounds.
no Mom it wasn't Sun, but it is a part of what I want to tell you about, so sit and listen i don't have much time.
Lang relates all that has occured at school telling her about Ignace, and eventually telling her about the spirit world and the nature spirit, and he eventually tells her about being the Avatar.
She practically falls off her chair at that news, she never realized that the stories were true and now her own son, all she could do was cry and hold him tight worrying like only a mother could.
Lang also tells her about Professor De'Nown and how he was the one that brought him home to visit.
at the mention of his name She she looks shocked, like she recognized the name.
Lang, back when I was a little girl a little younger than you are now, mr. De'Nown was here to learn about air bending. he was the first outsider allowed inside the temple walls. well you know how kids are, and we would ask him tons of questions about the rest of the world.
well anyway he would share stories of great adventures all over the place. we were all sad when he had to leave, and, well he chose me to to continue to share his stories.
She goes to find an old book gathering dust on a shelf
He gave me this book, I must have read it a hundred times, practically memorized every one. it was these stories that I told to you when you were very little. i don't know if these are just made up stories or if they are his real adventures. in any event, I am giving this book to you. take it and read them, and you can share these stories with your new friends at the school.
she opens the book towards the back and look at this, all these blank pages at the end. write your own stories and then share them with you family. this is my legacy I pass to you Lang.
Lang takes the book and bows to his mother but they just smile and hug each other instead.
only a few miutes later I'm sorry mom the magic going away I have to return. I love you
at that moment lang is teleported back to the office the last sight in his eyes his his mother's farwell kiss
"She's sleeping now. It was a pretty big incident. But the other child was okay. I only hope that this finally convinces her that she can't hurt anyone here. Not really. Maybe she'll finally relax a little and let herself be around other people. I hope so. It breaks my heart watching her isolate herself all the time. She was such an outgoing child before...."
"I hope so too," he said, giving her a reassuring hug. "But we can't continue to let her ignore her abilities now. Not after this. She has to take lessons, learn to control it."
"I know. She won't like it. And there's no chance she'll agree to learn from us. I was thinking that we might ask Fieri."
"She's sleeping now. It was a pretty big incident. But the other child was okay. I only hope that this finally convinces her that she can't hurt anyone here. Not really. Maybe she'll finally relax a little and let herself be around other people. I hope so. It breaks my heart watching her isolate herself all the time. She was such an outgoing child before...."
"That makes sense. And it would be easy enough for Fieri to do an independent study class with Ignace since she's working in the elementary school," he agreed.
"What about Chara? Was she very upset when you put her to bed?"
"No, she seemed to be fine. I think she missed most of the drama involved with Ignace's blowup. Which is good. Chara didn't want to go to bed, of course, but that's normal."
"I really hope this new treatment works out. And soon."
"And what about Raelle? I got the notice earlier..."
"Me too. And when I asked the healers they said that she was in isolation while Phaezeriel was working with her. And when I went back after classes she'd already left the infirmary and went to her room. I checked on her there, but she was already asleep."
"Did they tell you why she was in the infirmary?"
"Yeah. It seems that our daughter has developed psychic abilities. That was all the information I could get."
Lang is holding the book from his mother when he returns.
professor? what can you tell me about this
he shows him the book.
She said this used to be yours.
She sighed. "That isn't going to make things any easier for her."
"Maybe one of us should go and speak with Phaezeriel and see if he can give us any more details."
She paused for a long time. "You know there's a good chance that your parents are going to disown her. They weren't so thrilled about a smoke mage, but this..."
Lang is holding the book from his mother when he returns.
professor? what can you tell me about this
he shows him the book.
She said this used to be yours.
"oh, my...." The professor looks at the book and chuckles, "I would have thought that old thing would have been destroyed by now..."
he holds out his hand "may I see that?"
"The hell with them," he said harshly. "If they disown Raelle just for being herself, then I want nothing to do with them anymore. I've had enough of making excuses for them."
She hugged him. "Let's just wait and see then. We'll cross that bridge if we come to it."
Lang hands him the book
she said that you gave this to her when she was very little nad she used to tell the other kids the stories that were in there after you left. and those stories, from that book got passed on to all of my friends.
he pauses a moment
are those stories true professor?
Lang's hands are now bandaged.
Bradley scrambles up, looking alarmed.
"No, no, wait, this is a really bad idea, telling someone not to think about something is completely the wrong thing to...DOOOOOOOOOO!" he howled as the corner of the book hit him right in the 'tender bits'.
As he was hopping around, he somehow manage to trip over the book and fell over a desk which broke, trapping him in between the broken pieces.
"Owww."
A painting fell off the wall on top of him.
"I hate my life."
"... you were thinking, weren't you?" Hands came up to cover her shocked expression, then lowered once it all ended.
She walks over and helps him out of the desk, making sure he's not severely injured. If necessary, Anahita assumes that it is non-lethal damage that occurred.
"I am .. so terribly sorry, Bradley. Please forgive me, it was not my intention to injure you." She does look fairly mortified, yet there's a bit of curiosity there as well.
>> I wonder why the wards didn't activate earlier and just now. Interesting. <<
"So, if you can .." said while helping him to sit or stand, as needed, giving him support as well, "please tell me .. were you thinking too much on the catching, or did you clear your mind as I asked? This is potentially important." Even though she was in part responsible for the injuries and resulting happenstance, she did not seem completely apathetic to his injuries.
Sitting or standing, she'll help him after this test.
Lang hands him the book
she said that you gave this to her when she was very little nad she used to tell the other kids the stories that were in there after you left. and those stories, from that book got passed on to all of my friends.
he pauses a moment
are those stories true professor?
Lang's hands are now bandaged.
the professor flicks through the book, occasionally chuckling or growing morose and then thinks for a few moments before answering...
"I wrote this book in my youth," the professor says quietly, "I will leave it to you as to whether you choose to believe them true or not..."
the professor hands him back the book...
"it is getting late... Read some tomorrow after class.... but for now... it is time for your head to meet your pillow..."
the professor sips his tea
"Well, yeah, of course I was thinking. The quickest way to get someone to think about something is to tell them not to think about it."
"It's okay. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. That's just how my luck works."
His good nature and innate optimism were already starting to reassert themselves now that he was not actively being attacked by the furnishings.
Lang takes his leave of the professor he bows thank you for the visit and the trip.
lang grabs his book and heads to his Dorm room.
along the way he runs into Sun.
he gives Sun a looks over and starts to check his fur.
Sun jumps back a bit
What in blazes are you doing?
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checking for fleas
Mom thinks you have fleas
What?!? I do not have fleas
Sun says proudly as if to avoid being compared to a common baboon.
Oh and you left this by the lake
He hands lang the burned coat.
And what is that you have? indicating the book
"well, i wasn't looking for someone. I knew there was no-one in there.honestly, iv'e already met rosa, you aren't abnormal" he places his hand on the glass.
"Arr yes the big Mecha Teacher, humm, yes a suppose we are alike, Im not Teacher how ever, I would be useless at that. Im just here as Johnny wanted to come and it sounds fun. Also it just hit me, I scanned you form and the thing is if your made of acid, your more like me than a true Orga, or Biological being. Your complex chemistry as more in common with a Ninit form than a cellular one. But that's placing other under names for things, your you and I am me that's all that really matters to us. Once meet a being who was plasma, lived in to layers of a sun. Told great jokes. So how you finding life here, I must say its a odd place, but fun"
this is a story book my mom gave to me during my visit tonight
Lang shows it to Sun.
Lang takes the coat from Sun.
he holds the coat, I wish i could tell ignace I'm sorry,
Sun please put the book back in my room when you are done looking at it, there is something I need to do
Stay away from the girls dorm wing Lang you are not allowed there
Sun yells to lang as he prepares to take off
lang looks back
don't worry I'm not going there
"I don't understand a WORD of what you just said, at least till that last part. I kinda like it here, but i also miss the familiarity of the sewers a little."
after spending about a half hour practicing with his instruments, and about 2 hours working on the ship dave says "this is taking forever, when am I going to fly again, I mean really," he stops "the sims, of course!" he finishes the part he was on and leaves the room and heads out to the sim room.
adon walks into the lunchroom with a candy cane and a large fat bird in a cage. he throws the candy cane away, then plops down in a random seat, and stars at the bird.
"I don't understand a WORD of what you just said, at least till that last part. I kinda like it here, but i also miss the familiarity of the sewers a little."
"Arr ok, I will keep it simple sorry about that, Thing is your in a class of your own when it comes if type of being, not Construct and not truly organic, that's all.
"Well, yeah, of course I was thinking. The quickest way to get someone to think about something is to tell them not to think about it."
"It's okay. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. That's just how my luck works."
His good nature and innate optimism were already starting to reassert themselves now that he was not actively being attacked by the furnishings.
"Then .. have you ever done meditation? Just sat down and .. relaxed, breathing deeply? Calming yourself and being without thought? I find that very refreshing when done. If your thinking does activate this- we merely need you to act without thought, something that I believe is possible. Perhaps then, your power - since it appears to be a power, might be maintained and not unleashed. What do you think of that? Care to try?"
She moves to sit down, motioning to him to do so as well, "Otherwise, the option might be to see if you have some innate mental ability, psionics, I believe it's called? To affect probability. Just imagine- er.. or don't, but suppose for a moment you could willingly affect the probability of something other than your own future. That would be magnificent."
lang flies to his new favorite thinking spot. the tall tower roof.
there He sits. looking at the coat from Ignace.
I hope I didn't ruin everything.
lang starts to quietly think out loud.
I told Mom everything about you, Ignace, I think she will like you and you will like her. I just hope you will be able to fly with me sometime.
Lang stays quiet for a bit longer.
I'm sorry about the coat, I didn't tell her about the coat, she would just take it and try to fix it up.
Lang stays quiet a bit longer just stareing at the stars. I wonder if, as the Avatar I'll travel to the stars like Johnny does? I bet that would be a neat trip
Lang lays on his back just stareing into space. he soon starts to fall asleep on the rooftop.
after spending about a half hour practicing with his instruments, and about 2 hours working on the ship dave says "this is taking forever, when am I going to fly again, I mean really," he stops "the sims, of course!" he finishes the part he was on and leaves the room and heads out to the sim room.
Once you arrive Rosa asks
"Maze of other?"
"I don't understand a WORD of what you just said, at least till that last part. I kinda like it here, but i also miss the familiarity of the sewers a little.""Arr ok, I will keep it simple sorry about that, Thing is your in a class of your own when it comes if type of being, not Construct and not truly organic, that's all.
"oh. ok. most just call me an "ooze". seems pretty accurate. overall I really don't care what i am- as long as i live and have a will, everything moves on. Time ticks away, so why not live?"
"other, I was hoping to see if you could make a realistic simulation of my ship in space, but like fixed and stuff"
"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" ** spoiler omitted **
"So you are a demi god, the offspring of a god of death, known as the reaper. This has given you abilities, both innate and otherwise, abilities you are expected to use to follow in your father's footsteps.
But...is this what you want?"
"of-of of course, why wouldn't I, it's a great privlage to be the reaper, and with it comes an enormous amount of power, both political and personal"
you can tell he is more trying to tell himself this than you "besides, what else would I do,"
"Its a virus, curse thing. Honestly, I have no idea if a normal spells will handle it. I get the feeling they would not. I haven't told Ginni yet, because I have no idea how difficult it will be to cure her. I will find a way, though, no matter what"
You did not tell me what is actually needed to cure her, so I am guessing trial and error? I'll cheat like hell to figure this out though, divination spells for the win. Would straight Heal checks reveal anything or do we need more?
"of-of of course, why wouldn't I, it's a great privlage to be the reaper, and with it comes an enormous amount of power, both political and personal"
you can tell he is more trying to tell himself this than you "besides, what else would I do,"
"That you must decide for yourself. It doesn't seem like you need much help, other than figuring out what you really want. I will help you refine your abilities. The better control you have, the less likely you will hurt someone unintentionaly. We will meet once a week, in the afternoon, but nothing I teach in my necromancy class can benefit you.
You already know everything I teach. Is this acceptable?"
he looks shocked, most espically at you saying that he knows everything you teach "uh, sure? are you sure? I er what I want.." he pauses and looks somewhat confused, nut he seems to resolve himself "sure thing"
"oh. ok. most just call me an "ooze". seems pretty accurate. overall I really don't care what i am- as long as i live and have a will, everything moves on. Time ticks away, so why not live?"
"yes in the end its all about the will, I did not ask to come into being yet here I am, 'ooze' yes I will make a new class of being under that in my data banks, thanks. Do you know much of what is going on other there is space?"
"other, I was hoping to see if you could make a realistic simulation of my ship in space, but like fixed and stuff"
"It will only be an approximation but yes from the scans of your craft in the schools data files."
In the sim room an approximation of Davids Spell Jammier comes into being
::The arrows will lead you to the room I've prepared.::
"If it's a virus I can try and remove the virus from her with my bending. I don't know about it working with the whole curse part. I do know some spells to deal with curses, but if the curse resists them I doubt it would help much." He looks to Tamina hoping to hear something could bring some hope to him. He was a good healer but this was something a good healer could only hope to help with. Was he strong strong enough to help.
"other, I was hoping to see if you could make a realistic simulation of my ship in space, but like fixed and stuff""It will only be an approximation but yes from the scans of your craft in the schools data files."
In the sim room an approximation of Davids Spell Jammier comes into being
"sweet, I've never actually flown it in space, could use some practice before I finish the thing" he practices flying the ship, messing up a several times before getting a bit of the hang of it, though he still makes mistakes, not used to the effects of flying in space.