Whatever game is pulled out Sara picks it up very quickly.
"Bee can you move Vriskra's pieces please? She might knock them over with her wings." :)
The small drone complies.
"You always ask so nicely Sara."
The drone complies with a happy tone.
The black LED screen displays the ^_^ face in blue lines.
good AI... Seems a little servatory though.
Sun plays along occasionally getting frustrated when he rolls bad or has a particularily difficult time but he still ends up laughing it off and tries to enjoy the game.
some part seem a bit comples to him though
"Thank you, bee."
Vriskra "fidgets" a little, her feathers ruffling.
settro does his best to explain how to play, but he winds up tripping on his words rather often as he spoke. He doesn't seem to be too good at explaining even simple things.
"Bee is very nice. He helps us with things." :)
"Are you OK Vriskra?"
Sara understands it fairly well. "So when we get here we get a card and if its blue we move here and if its red we move here. Is that right?" :)
"I'm fine."
she's just being shy.
"Yes... Sorry, it's... Tricky for me to say things right. I'm used to listening to explanations, not explaining things..."
Hew laughs at the thought. "Yah I wish I understood all this better." He responds while picking a few dishes for himself. "I guess if you really want to know we could ask an upper classmen. I'm sure they would know. I think I'll stay confused though." Hew joked things were strange enough between him and Midori he didn't want to go learning things that could make things worse.
"Yes, I think in this case it's best not to learn. We may start to think like them, and then we won't be able to have a drink of water without it being romantic." Midori giggled, eventually selecting one of the safe dishes - a plate of sushi and a side of gyoza (dumplings), along with water to drink.
She and Hew-kun make their way to a table and sit down together. Midori eats quitely and efficiently. Hew-kun has not seen her hand go to the shuriken holster since they left the classroom, and she doesn't seem to be scanning the room for danger nearly as often.
With that, Anahita waves and runs off-- she was heading for her room quick to 'clean up' and shower, prepare her clothing once more, and then meet up with the Professor at the front entry hall.
The first thing Anahita is likely to notice about Vare is that he is no longer dressed in his odd patchwork robe, but instead he is wearing a new outfit, crafted by Tybalt.
The second thing however, is that he has shaved. The scraggy blonde beard is gone completely, replaced with Vare's clean shaven face. Firm jawline, though not gorilla-like. His hand does keep going to touch were the beard used to be, as if he finds the sensation of his own skin where the beard should be very strange. His hair, however, is still the unkempt mess that it was previously.
He hears Anahita's approach (unless she is being particularly stealthy), and turns and smiles, his hand falling from his face. "Good evening Miss Anahita. I trust the rest of your afternoon was more productive than mine? I was unable to locate Professor Zix as of yet."
"Nice.. Man heartbreak all over... Heh least Ace and Dom have been doing ok so far with their girls," he sighs "and yeah, it's not that he's young that makes him not notice these things, it's that he's naive, which is not the same thing, he's not seen that kind of pain before, or if he has he shuts his eyes to it one or the other, he thinks that all problems can be fixed as though they were never there, he has an innocence that refuses to be crushed," he sighs "this little trip is just not going well, maybe we should have a rain check, what do you think"
"I'll concede that point Dave, naivety then. Both you and Ty are showing extreme emotions over the brake up of a very short relationships, and we are talking days here, that just screams of inexperience sorry but it dos, mind you, Don, Ace and now Captain Sam here with there years of 'babe' experience are in Hetro-heaven, yet I don't care cus everyone here is free to do as they please in my view, free being the word. This place can seem a nut house to some Dave, the culture shock hits them hard at the start. I know cus it did me and I think it just did Sam, but you adapt, you learn, you grow, Being here tonight is not about us, its about here, the town, seeing what and who is here, learning and growing, together, sharing the experience and having a fun time doing it but"
johnny takes a bit more to eat,
"as the saying go's, 'it's hard work. having a good time'
He smiles
"Some old wounds are harder to heal than others, but it may be a good step in the right direction. I'd warn your mother, first, though."
After they're done with the entree, Ghalen nods to the waiter, who wheels in a cart with a box on top of it. Music to dance to pours out of it. It sounds Elven, but not anythign particularly local.
"Pardon me for being forward, My lady, but before dessert, would you care to dance?"
"I think I will. Warn my Mother that is." Tyrrin nods at the sage advice.
Tyrrin listens to the music with some interest, and nods when Ghalen makes his request. "I would enjoy that very much." she says, as she stands and takes his hand.
Tyrrin is a practiced dancer - meaning that she waits for Ghalen to lead her, rest one hand on his chest and the other at his hip.
Ghalen gestures to the waiter, and he begins to clear the table, leaving only the wines and glasses, and leaves the room giving them some privacy.
And lead Ghalen does. He dances very well, equal parts natural grace and training. A few different songs play, allowing a few diffrent dances, the last of which is a slow one. He pulls her in close and slowly sways with her, staring into her eyes.
Dom walked with her hand in his back to the school making there way to the main entrance.
As Dom and Tamina make their way up the hill towards Avalon, suddenly a veritable cornucopia of elves appear on the pathway. The appear alongside wagons and carts full of what appears to be barrels of... food. Bundles of clothing and blankets. At the end of the group nearest to Dom and Tamina stands a tall, imperious elven woman of exceptional beauty. Her hair is black as night except for a single grey streak, and her eyes are a deep blue colour. She is wearing a complex but flowing dress of white and blue, and atop her head sits a silver tiara with a single emerald at the front as her only piece of jewelry. She has noticed the pair, but is currently speaking to a man at her side.
"... so please see to the distribution of these supplies to the refugees. I will attend to some personal matters and then join you." Tamina will easily recognize the High Seer, whom then turns to face her. Denulia's every movement is full of poise and grace. Despite the kindness on her face, she seems to radiate danger and power. This is not a woman to be toyed with.
"Greetings, Speaker-in-Training Tamina Saeaera." the woman says formally, delivering a perfunctory, polite bow. "It has been a very long time indeed since I've seen you. You were barely fifty if I recall." she raises an eyebrow at Dom - who gets the feeling that Denulia's bow was not meant at all for him, but the High Seer says nothing to him yet.
Ghalen gestures to the waiter, and he begins to clear the table, leaving only the wines and glasses, and leaves the room giving them some privacy.
And lead Ghalen does. He dances very well, equal parts natural grace and training. A few different songs play, allowing a few diffrent dances, the last of which is a slow one. He pulls her in close and slowly sways with her, staring into her eyes.
Tyrrin returns the stare, losing herself momentarily in his strong caress and the line of his firm jaw... the colour of his eyes... but she doesn't make any other motion towards or away from him. Again, she seems unsure of herself, at that moment not appearing to be the Princess, but rather the girl under all the armour and practiced civility.
Is he going to kiss me again? Should I take the initiative? Would that be too bold? Tyrrin's mind races as she meets the ex-inquisitor's gaze. A hint of blush begins to creep onto her face.
With that, Anahita waves and runs off-- she was heading for her room quick to 'clean up' and shower, prepare her clothing once more, and then meet up with the Professor at the front entry hall.The first thing Anahita is likely to notice about Vare is that he is no longer dressed in his odd patchwork robe, but instead he is wearing a new outfit, crafted by Tybalt.
The second thing however, is that he has shaved. The scraggy blonde beard is gone completely, replaced with Vare's clean shaven face. Firm jawline, though not gorilla-like. His hand does keep going to touch were the beard used to be, as if he finds the sensation of his own skin where the beard should be very strange. His hair, however, is still the unkempt mess that it was previously.
He hears Anahita's approach (unless she is being particularly stealthy), and turns and smiles, his hand falling from his face. "Good evening Miss Anahita. I trust the rest of your afternoon was more productive than mine? I was unable to locate Professor Zix as of yet."
The robe is (I guess) what Vare would call masterwork. By that I mean that it is every scrap of fabric he had left over from every project, blended to be the same consistent type of material and laid out together into a button up shirt pattern where ever the piece fit, but not in a lopsided way, pieces were trimmed so they don't stick out. Even the buttons are of a random assortment. It may be just the very slightest bit big as Vare's size was judged under his robes. In reality the tag displays random stitch scribbles he did with his eyes closed hoping would make out to be the sizing and care instructions on whatever plane Fare saw. The Avalon crest goes over the heart area of it.
"... so please see to the distribution of these supplies to the refugees. I will attend to some personal matters and then join you." Tamina will easily recognize the High Seer, whom then turns to face her. Denulia's every movement is full of poise and grace. Despite the kindness on her face, she seems to radiate danger and power. This is not a woman to be toyed with.
"Greetings, Speaker-in-Training Tamina Saeaera." the woman says formally, delivering a perfunctory, polite bow. "It has been a very long time indeed since I've seen you. You were barely fifty if I recall." she raises an eyebrow at Dom - who gets the feeling that Denulia's bow was not meant at all for him, but the High Seer says nothing to him yet.
The walk back had been a loving display between the two. He had all but forgotten she was a noble and him a peasant.
"Wow something big is going on. Must be about that announcement earlier." Dom chimes as he sees the large caravan.
When the woman greeted Tamina. He bowed respectfully to her but did not dare to introduce himself. He trusted that he would be safe from beheading while at the school for smaller infractions against royalty, so he didn't continue bowing. He however didn't speak not wanting to push to far. Instead he stayed by Tamina's side as a servant would for there liege.
The first thing Anahita is likely to notice about Vare is that he is no longer dressed in his odd patchwork robe, but instead he is wearing a new outfit, crafted by Tybalt.
The second thing however, is that he has shaved. The scraggy blonde beard is gone completely, replaced with Vare's clean shaven face. Firm jawline, though not gorilla-like. His hand does keep going to touch were the beard used to be, as if he finds the sensation of his own skin where the beard should be very strange. His hair, however, is still the unkempt mess that it was previously.
He hears Anahita's approach (unless she is being particularly stealthy), and turns and smiles, his hand falling from his face. "Good evening Miss Anahita. I trust the rest of your afternoon was more productive than mine? I was unable to locate Professor Zix as of yet."
Anahita, unfortunately for Tybalt's career as a fashion mogul, is not in fact, wearing any new outfit. She is, however, bathed, hair brushed and loosed, akin to foggy black waves coming over low hills, curling up atop her shoulders and neck.
When she walks along, sandals on her feet, she smiles almost immediately seeing the clean skin on his chin, displaying a grin of delight even.
"Good evening to you, Professor Vare. So far, I suspect my afternoon has been very productive-- and in addition, I am overjoyed to know that I have assisted someone in a path. More on that, however, as time develops. I do not know a Professor Zix. Is it important?"
She smiles and stops a few steps away from him, not too close, not too far, perhaps enough distance to pounce, if needed. Her khaki and white outfit, with it's lavish embroidery of flame and fire patterns seeming to be brand new on her person.
"That is a new outfit. Hmm." At least she noted it, and then with a glance up to his head, then back to his face, she says nothing else.
melody sitting with Kai she gets up join me for a walk in the gardens? she holds out her hand for him.
Dave sighs "first off I'm what's known as a wilder, a type of psionicist that draws power from my emotions, so I emotions are rather volatile, and I make deep connections subconciously, and when they are severed it hurts like a b*@€£ on several levels," he pauses "secondly, heterosexuality is just the most common orientation around here and that's cause of simple biology, heterosexuals pass on the genes homosexuals don't, but even at the school there are a number of homosexual females, I don't know about males for certain but it's more likely than not that there are more than a few of them too... Thirdly... Yea I'm inexpirenced, I've been alive for thirty years, and in that time I've done no more than shamelessly flirt with people, cause I just drifted from place to place it didn't do to make attachments..."
"Good evening to you, Professor Vare. So far, I suspect my afternoon has been very productive-- and in addition, I am overjoyed to know that I have assisted someone in a path. More on that, however, as time develops. I do not know a Professor Zix. Is it important?"
She smiles and stops a few steps away from him, not too close, not too far, perhaps enough distance to pounce, if needed. Her khaki and white outfit, with it's lavish embroidery of flame and fire patterns seeming to be brand new on her person.
"That is a new outfit. Hmm." At least she noted it, and then with a glance up to his head, then back to his face, she says nothing else.
Upon closer inspection, it seems that Vare looks to be a little younger than anticipated, the beard had done much in making him look older than his age. Anahita would likely suspect now that Vare is in the range of 21-23 years old, rather than the original estimate of 23-30.
Again, seemingly thoughtlessly, his hand goes to stroke the smooth skin of his cheek and chin, seeming to enjoy the feeling. "You have managed to aid your friend then? The pariah? Professor Zix was the telepathic professor I spoke of. I am sure I will see him again soon, though and enlist his aid further if this friend still needs assistance."
A little unsure of himself, especially with the new outfit and Anahita's dreamscape projection more stable, Vare shakes the robes slightly. They looked finely crafted in the Dream, but that did not always translate into the material plane. "Are the new robes less jarring on the eyes? Until this morning, I did not realize how... ugly, my robes were. I doubt I will get rid of them entirely, but it has been a long while since I owned more than one set of clothing."
"Either way," Vare says with a wave of his hand, as if to dismiss the past. "Dinner is prepared. I have prepared a place for us in the gardens. It should provide us with privacy enough, and removed from the school to enjoy our dinner. Shall we?" He says, though he doesn't offer his hand or arm, the nuances of society and culture lost on him in this moment it seems. Perhaps he is nervous, though his voice didn't indicate any such.
Just after Dave finishes talking is when Tybalt happens to appear in the booth where he was earlier.
"For once I actually manage to get something right. Tryko's just gonna look around for a while. So are we gonna go check stuff out or not? There were some cool shops back there." :)
His tail flicks back and forth happily.
Just after Dave finishes talking is when Tybalt happens to appear in the booth where he was earlier.
"For once I actually manage to get something right. Tryko's just gonna look around for a while. So are we gonna go check stuff out or not? There were some cool shops back there." :)
His tail flicks back and forth happily.
"Dave that dos not change the fact males swaggerer around, acting all cute to pull in a babe, wile seeking to stand in front of the babe that of course NEEDS to be protected, as shes all soft inside the hard outside, wile going HUUU HUU HUU! and chest beating at each over to ward them off said Babe in question. So much Deconstructed Masculinity justifying such behavior kind of gets to me. Where I am from David, a common lovers' practice of simultaneous pregnancies, after one half of the couple gets pregnant, they both change sexes, which stalls but doesn't abort the pregnancy, the other person gets pregnant, and then the now-male one becomes female again. So you see its not the same in most cases as here, but I do understand why its this way here, I just don't have to like it, O Ty your back good your fish us here and soon as we are done eating we can head off."
"Dave that dos not change the fact males swaggerer around, acting all cute to pull in a babe, wile seeking to stand in front of the babe that of course NEEDS to be protected, as shes all soft inside the hard outside
"Yay fish. Also I like the dark hair being back. It goes better with the shape of your face." ^_^
Tyrrin returns the stare, losing herself momentarily in his strong caress and the line of his firm jaw... the colour of his eyes... but she doesn't make any other motion towards or away from him. Again, she seems unsure of herself, at that moment not appearing to be the Princess, but rather the girl under all the armour and practiced civility.Is he going to kiss me again? Should I take the initiative? Would that be too bold? Tyrrin's mind races as she meets the ex-inquisitor's gaze. A hint of blush begins to creep onto her face.
"There you are..." He says, softly, as he raises her chin gently with a finger and leans in for a kiss.
"There you are..." He says, softly, as he raises her chin gently with a finger and leans in for a kiss.
Tyrrin makes a muffled passionate noise at their lips meet, her arms leaving his sides and moving up to loop around his neck. She presses her body to his closely, feeling the strength of his muscled body against her elfin frame.
After a long few moments, Tyrrin pulls away from the passionate kiss, a little jerikly, and taking a deep breath to try to calm herself. Was she turning into Ehos, throwing herself at... no. This was different. Probably. She looks up to meet Ghalen's eyes, smiling ruefully for breaking the kiss so suddenly. "As I said... you are distracting." Despite this, her arms are still about his neck, and her pupils are extremely dialated, and her heartbeat and breathing are elevated as well.
"A welcome distraction, I hope" he teases, and kisses her again.
"Very." Tyrrin returns breathily, no longer hesitating, but eager to feel his lips on hers again. Jaiye told her to have fun tonight. She didn't have any responsibilities weighing on her. She lets herself go, melting into the next kiss, passionate and intense.
Her very subtle scent of lavender eventually creeps up to Ghalen's nostrils, intoxicating. She has pretty much stopped dancing to the music at this point.
He will kis her passionately for as long as she wants it, his hands about her holding her. She can tell this was all he wanted at this very moment. Both of them, out of their 'armor', out from behind their 'walls' enjoying each other.
After a solid 15 minutes or so, Tyrrin pulls away, her dress and hair a little rumpled from the make out session. She takes another deep breath, trying again to calm her beating heart. Almost every instinct she had was telling her to find somewhere more private and do what she had so long denied. Yet she denies it again.
Still, she takes Ghalen's hands in hers and, still breathless, says "Gods you are distracting. I'm sorry but I don't believe I am ready to move past this yet, even if every inch of me wants to."
He smiles, warmly. She can see the same kind of hesitation in his eyes. He keeps ahold of her, and looks into her eyes again.
"I agree, Tyrrin. As much as we may both want to throw inhibition to the wind, I would be remiss as your Knight to suggest we do anything that besmirches your name and standing. You have come to mean more to me than I thought possible, your honor and happiness I see now as paramount to my own. You are more than I had hoped to deserve."
He pauses, smirks, then...
"Although...if you think you can handle another kiss,I suppose we could throw just a tiny bit more inhibition to the wind..."
Overseeing the evacuation gave Alton plenty of excuses to collect a few more treasures. Some of them would be more dangerous after the explosions after all. Angry even.
Besides, his fiery little friends need to clear out their nests anyway. It was kind of funny, creatures like them being pack rats.
Belyu checked the video of her fight with Renkai again and smiled. Yet another victory, though it was extremely close. Any future bets on Ren would be in his favor to win as long as he wasn't dueling her.
At least with the money she'd bet on herself to win(through a friend of course, who was really just paying back a loan), she'd be able to go out and buy her own fabrics.
As usual for the young linguist when he wasn't playing with the other kids, Gareth was in the common room reading his "Lost Treasures" book and trying to figure out the clues for Headmaster Blackscales. It seemed like they kept moving around before he could translate them!
So. Much. Paperwork.
Kam sat in his room with Taron, writing a song for his children, neices, and nephews. He couldn't even hear their mental presence. Must be napping.
Slightly. Less. Paperwork.
Still. Grading. Essays.
Lysander sighed as he practiced his signing. He'd made such progress with Dara, but convincing him the baby wasn't a threat was proving difficult, especially since Dara was surprisingly stubborn about it.
"How can I cheer Kitty up?" Michael wondered. He couldn't go in the lab... but then, there was one kind of alchemy he didn't need a lab for for... Yes, that might just work!
The history of the area they were going to wasn't helpful. Back when the volcano had been active, the temple had been made to venerate ancient fire spirits. A typical test of faith was to flood the chambers with magma. If you survived, you were proven to be of strong faith and blessed by the spirits.
He wouldn't tell Tyb they used to do that. It would just worry the ice cat.
Is studying magic in his and Johnnys room
Is with the other ladys playing BINGO
Is flying around the school having fun
Rosa is doing end of week reports