Running a hand down his face, and then pulling his lower lip out for a moment, Tryko'Sam then squints his eyes while smiling at the pair.
"Sounds exciting." Then he looks around.
>> Maybe I'll go check out that town, oh yeah, gotta find my room too-- just touch the wall, right? OH, that's an idea. <<
Grinning, he walks to the wall and touches it with an outstretched hand, asking it to point to the nearest horribly evil person in the school.
"Survey says...?" He waits for the arrows to show up.
"Welp, that didn't work. I think I'm just making the walls ignore me or something."
Tryko'Sam grins as he takes his hand off the wall, looking back at the others with their conversation.
"So-- you two got girl friends or something? Live here? From another planet? Why were you evil in the first place? What's the trigger to get your blood going, Marcell?"
Grinning after firing off the questions, he waits, leaning on the wall while idly watching if people walk by, nodding and going, 'Sup?' quietly here and there if so.
Melody sitting on a bench in the garden seems struggling with some guitar chords. finally after some frustration she pulls out her datapad and uses it as an electroinic tuner. finding her guitar out of tune seems its no wonder her songs have been sounding a bit "off"
It doesn't take long to realize that this may the longest she has been outside without a disaster about to strike
"Well... We guessed str-"
he pauses for a moment, and he gets that look on his face from when you've overlooked something painfully obvious.
"We guessed strong magic would help trigger it."
he looks over at tsaidrian, hoping he understood what he just realized.
Tybalt sits out at the lake by a table covered in scraps of cloth of all sorts. He seems to be arranging them into a shirt pattern. There is a pure, bright white staff with a large curved end jammed into the ground next to him.
He whistles a happy tune as he goes.
adon is lying around the lake, deep in thought. Or sleeping.
I have Umbri, I'm born on Agartha, it was the best way to survive.... Would you like me to try using stronger...." he starts, then replies to Marcel
he looks very nervous, but sounds very eager.
"... I guess that might be an ok idea... Should we go somewhere well monitored? My reaction to that spell was rather... Odd. To say the least."
Melody sitting on a bench in the garden seems struggling with some guitar chords. finally after some frustration she pulls out her datapad and uses it as an electroinic tuner. finding her guitar out of tune seems its no wonder her songs have been sounding a bit "off"
It doesn't take long to realize that this may the longest she has been outside without a disaster about to strike
Looking between the bonding two spell casters, or whatever exactly they might be called since he didn't know for sure, Tykro'Sam says, "Great, you guys good? I'm going to go .. explore some more, unless you need my help?"
He might be unclear as to what's going on, but that doesn't stop his spirit and eagerness to help.
Melody sitting on a bench in the garden seems struggling with some guitar chords. finally after some frustration she pulls out her datapad and uses it as an electroinic tuner. finding her guitar out of tune seems its no wonder her songs have been sounding a bit "off"
It doesn't take long to realize that this may the longest she has been outside without a disaster about to strike
"I don't think i do... So go, if you wish to." he was full of energy and excitement and fear.
Melody sitting on a bench in the garden seems struggling with some guitar chords. finally after some frustration she pulls out her datapad and uses it as an electroinic tuner. finding her guitar out of tune seems its no wonder her songs have been sounding a bit "off"
It doesn't take long to realize that this may the longest she has been outside without a disaster about to strike
Tryko, can you do me a favor?" Treisdan starts, his mind whirling.... "I need you to take Marcel to student workroom 7, make sure no lasting harm has been done... I'll get there in half an hour...I have to prepare and I don't want Marcel taking a turn for the worse and nobody noticing.... Student workroom 7 is near the infirmary if something goes wrong"
After magical healing. Dom made his way to the room the magical ingredients are kept. Seeing a staff member was there to watch over the ideas he greeted him. "Excuse me? I need a few ingredients for spells." he smiled to the man. The stoic man responded with a bored tone. "Fill out these papers. Then turn them in." He slids over a stack of papers.
Seeing the papers his eyes grow large. "Really all these just for some small ingredients. Agh. This sux."
As she tunes her head perks up looking about as if something is about to happen or already did happen, hard to say for sure. but seeing nothing she goes back to her task at hand.
upon completeion she slings the guitar on her shoulder and checks her datapad for the time. Good, still early enough
Melody decides to take a stroll possibly stopping by the bio-mass to see how things are going there.
On her journeys she notices a familiar scene a cat at a sewing machine. and whistling a tune.
seems to be a catchy tune as well.
she stolls a bit closer as she positions her guitar.
she listens to the whistleing a bit more trying to find the matching chords.
the finally from behind the edgy ice cat she starts to play in tune with his whistleing
No sewing machine actually. No need. ;)
He continues whistling engrossed in his work.
He does not apparently notice the girl walking up from behind him.
Tryko, can you do me a favor?" Treisdan starts, his mind whirling.... "I need you to take Marcel to student workroom 7, make sure no lasting harm has been done... I'll get there in half an hour...I have to prepare and I don't want Marcel taking a turn for the worse and nobody noticing.... Student workroom 7 is near the infirmary if something goes wrong"
"I .. uh, escort? Okay. Come on Marcell." Tryko'Sam touches the wall and says, "Wall genie, workshop 7, and snappy!" Arrows illuminate, leading in a directly he motions too, indicating Marcell follow.
"Let's go.. hey, your first name isn't really Marcellus, is it?"
He grins a bit when asking.
" simply marcell. If you like, call me harmonius. I love both my names." he walked along at a good pace, not rushing, and not obviously impaired.
Rushes to room and sets up 3 circles
"Gotcha. Just ..stray thought, don't worry about it."
Tryko'Sam follows the arrows and passes by the infirmary, heading for workshop 7.
Once at the door, he opens it and motions for Marcell to walk in. "Your workshop awaits."
He himself, doesn't go in just yet, waiting in the hallway at the door.
he wanders in, fascinated. He still can't get over how incredible this place is. "check this out, it's just... Wow."
Tryko'Sam will stand at the doorway, leaning against the door frame.
"Kind of like a fairy tale, huh? Guess that's ..magic for you."
>> Or something. <<
He'll stand there until Tresidan shows up, arms on his chest, humming nothing intelligible.
No sewing machine actually. No need. ;)
He continues whistling engrossed in his work.
He does not apparently notice the girl walking up from behind him.
Nelody continues to play her guitar in accompaniment with Ty's whistleing. shouldn't take long to notice the significant change in the quality of his tune.
After a while Dom finally finished the paper work. "Here you go. Do I really need to fill this out every time I get ingredients?"
The man responds mono tone. "Yes" He then retrieves the ingredients. When he returns he looks at Dom weirdly before handing him a pouch of components.
Dom takes the pouch. "I bet you would like to know how they can be used that way." Dom smiles mischievously as he walks away.
I knew I could get a rise out of him putting down. Self use sexual practices. For the expected used.
It's been, by Tryko'Sam's internal clock, which isn't accurate in the least, at least 30 to 40 minutes now, and no one's showed up.
Looking over at Marcell, he shrugs and says, "You wanna wait some more? I still need to go find my room, man." He holds up his map to Marcell as evidence of that desire.
"If you need me though, arrow it. Be cool."
He will wait a few though, seeing if Marcell responds before leaving the guy alone in the workshop which appears to fascinate him.
Starlight is shopping in Kronos
After a couple tens of seconds Tybalt stops whistling and looks around for the sound. As his head swivles backwards and he see the person right behind him. "Ah!" He appears crouching on top of the hooked end of the seven foot staff. His hair stands straight up and a paw clasps his area over his heart. "Don't do that!" He spooks easily.
After the somewhat bewildering assault and subsequent departure of his kinsmen, Ardiente felt troubled as he made his way to the private training room. He was not a leader, he had never wanted to be either... yet there were many Firebirds here who were in need of leadership. Should he step forward? No. That wasn't his role. He was just a soldier after all. And... many of them wouldn't trust a non-pureblood anyway.
Many thoughts trouble Ardiente's mind as he enters the training room for the privacy and meditation.
Treisdan returns to the work room about 16 minutes earlier than expected... and has an arm full of scrolls
"lets try these..." He says
As the announcement ends. "Oh that's . . . Nice. . . ."
His expressions barely attempt to hide that he is freaking out inside.
he jumps a little, then turns to face tresden, exited, fearful, and nervous. "alright. Well, let's hope for the best." his voice denotes his nervousness, but also sounds eager.
he jumps a little, then turns to face tresden, exited, fearful, and nervous. "alright. Well, let's hope for the best." his voice denotes his nervousness, but also sounds eager.
I want to try something.... Test and see if it goes off of duration, or power..." Treisdan suggests...
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"Yup, true love." He says still smiling. "I remember in one, the guy told the girl that no matter what, they would always find each other, and they did. Across the land, other kingdoms, even in different worlds. In other, a prince was cursed to be a frog and when a girl kissed him, he transformed into a handsome price, and they got married."
"The first one sounds romantic....the second one is weird...since when do kisses undo a baleful polymorph? Sounds like a great scam on the part of the girl to get a handsome prince to marry her," she said skeptically.
Ace chuckles at her last comment "Who knows? I was like seven or so when I really remember them last. But they were fun stories when I was a kid."
The nurse comes back a little while later, and gives Ace a decent check over. "Well, you seem to be much better. I would take it easy for the rest of the day, and try to get a good nights sleep. You're free to go Mr Dalcorgrim"
Suddenly, an announcement is made regarding the firebirds and their home, and the couple says almost simultaneously "Raelle!" Ace gets out of bed, grabs up his staff and the two rush off to go find their friend.
As soon as the class was dismissed, Tyrrin rushed away, hurrying as fast as she could. A hand brushed the wall and conjured arrows which would lead her to Professor Sorchan del Sol... asssuming he was available now. The Firebird Council... gone? This couldn't be good. Her country had resources to help the refugees though, so she hurried on.
Ehos makes an exaggerated pantomime of looking at the flipped up skirt and then panting like a dog in heat, before stopping and winking.
'Up to you. I got one for the party for you... it's fancy enough that people won't question it... but... well let's just say that you'll be getting some stares from the parts of the crowd that like ladies.' he displays, with a huge smile. Obviously very proud of his selection, but also taking some pride in her as well. He knew she would turn heads... even if some of them were to look at the ears.
'We don't have to do dress up time though, if you have something else in mind.'
"Something else comes later....now, I want to see what you picked out for me to wear," she said wriggling out of the black and white dress.
As soon as the class was dismissed, Tyrrin rushed away, hurrying as fast as she could. A hand brushed the wall and conjured arrows which would lead her to Professor Sorchan del Sol... asssuming he was available now. The Firebird Council... gone? This couldn't be good. Her country had resources to help the refugees though, so she hurried on.
The arrows lead her to the auditorium where Sorchan was speaking with some firebird students, although for the most part the students had dispersed after the assembly.
Ehos grins, and picks the black and white dress up off the floor and drapes it over his chair. He then proceeds to pull out a dark green full length dress from the bag of clothing, as well as a matching pair of elbow-length gloves. He helps her to get it on.
The dress is soft and velvety, and it shimmers slightly as light passes over it. Nothing flashy or gaudy about it though. The dress is a strapped rather than shoulderless, cut to provide just enough view of the bosom to invite more looking, without being obscene. A part of the midriff is left open, showing off Jaiye's toned stomach, and there is already a hole for her tail. The fabric clings to her curves perfectly. As the dress flares out past Jaiye's hips, there is a long slit, showing plenty of leg.
Effectively, when Jaiye is in the dress, with the gloves on, she oozes sexy, power, and class.
Year finished his class and quickly heads to his ship and grabs the potion and adds his blood to the mix and heads to marcel at a rush keeping in mind that he has a detention. He finds himas he opens the door he says "hey i got that potion I was talking abo-oh hey... You" he sees tresdian (and Marcell)
"Uh... Sure." he seems a little Lost to your thoughts.
Raelle had been helping hand out blankets to the students who were curled up in shock after her sisters had gone back to the elementary school, but then the last of them were transported to the infirmary to be treated for shock and she was left at a loss. She looked around, wondering if she should try and find Ardiente. He was obviously having a tough time dealing with everything. He loved the sun...there was no way he wasn't blaming himself for it being destroyed.
Ehos grins, and picks the black and white dress up off the floor and drapes it over his chair. He then proceeds to pull out a dark green full length dress from the bag of clothing, as well as a matching pair of elbow-length gloves. He helps her to get it on.
The dress is soft and velvety, and it shimmers slightly as light passes over it. Nothing flashy or gaudy about it though. The dress is a strapped rather than shoulderless, cut to provide just enough view of the bosom to invite more looking, without being obscene. A part of the midriff is left open, showing off Jaiye's toned stomach, and there is already a hole for her tail. The fabric clings to her curves perfectly. As the dress flares out past Jaiye's hips, there is a long slit, showing plenty of leg.
Effectively, when Jaiye is in the dress, with the gloves on, she oozes sexy, power, and class.
Jaiye twirled around and touched the soft fabric. "It feels amazing," she said, smiling....and then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She froze, mouth open in shock.
"Is....that.......ME?!"
"Hi Dave. Tsadrian was helping me. He got a result without trying, and now we are trying more powerful effects. At least, i think that's what he just said."