Grim charges towards Ignance and casts cure moderate wounds on her, followed by a lesser restoration if he isn't inturupted, he says to the dead guy "told ya you'd be dead if you hurt her, should have listened"
Melody quickly adjusts her playing to accompany Ginni and compliment her playing yet still let her have center stage.
[dice=perform check]1d20+31+2+2
after the performance Ginni that was truly amazing, I can honestly say your teacher before did not have a clue about real talent
She blushed. "That's pretty much what Dom said...the problem is that doesn't necessarily help me be less scared. I'm working on it. Every time I perform I'm afraid that my guitar will get taken away from me again. I'm sure I'll get over it eventually."
Grim charges towards Ignance and casts cure moderate wounds on her, followed by a lesser restoration if he isn't inturupted, he says to the dead guy "told ya you'd be dead if you hurt her, should have listened"
As Lang recovers he makes his way to Ignace. Please Ignace, be alright. Grim I feel so helpless, is she alright?
Grim charges towards Ignance and casts cure moderate wounds on her, followed by a lesser restoration if he isn't inturupted, he says to the dead guy "told ya you'd be dead if you hurt her, should have listened"
As Lang recovers he makes his way to Ignace. Please Ignace, be alright. Grim I feel so helpless, is she alright?
[dice=heal skill]1d20+15
After Grim casts the heal and the lesser restoration, Ignace's eyes flutter open sleepily."Grim? Lang? We're.....all okay?" she whispered.
Lang doesn't see anything more wrong with her except that she still seems tired, most likely from overextending her powers.
She blushed. "That's pretty much what Dom said...the problem is that doesn't necessarily help me be less scared. I'm working on it. Every time I perform I'm afraid that my guitar will get taken away from me again. I'm sure I'll get over it eventually."
Melody quickly adjusts her playing to accompany Ginni and compliment her playing yet still let her have center stage.
after the performance Ginni that was truly amazing, I can honestly say your teacher before did not have a clue about real talent
Well ginni that is two Waveriders that agree you have great talent. and two waveriders that agree can't be wrong
Now here's a little song and ginni go ahead and join in,
igni remains, faking interest.
Grim charges towards Ignance and casts cure moderate wounds on her, followed by a lesser restoration if he isn't inturupted, he says to the dead guy "told ya you'd be dead if you hurt her, should have listened"
As Lang recovers he makes his way to Ignace. Please Ignace, be alright. Grim I feel so helpless, is she alright?
[dice=heal skill]1d20+15
After Grim casts the heal and the lesser restoration, Ignace's eyes flutter open sleepily."Grim? Lang? We're.....all okay?" she whispered.
Lang doesn't see anything more wrong with her except that she still seems tired, most likely from overextending her powers.
seeing her awake with no apparent real injuries. he forgets all about her nervousness and hugs her. your alright! he exclaims joyfully. Lang then turns to look at the other priests.
Now you guys have some explaining to do
even with two, roel isn't so immersed. Not that you could really tell.
"Yeah we are ok" he turns to the remaining, living, priests "is that right"
"No, I don't think we have. Karish Conway, newly-installed instructor of divine magic and theory. Pleased to make your acquaintance." With the summoner's occupation and implied necessity of experience with planar linguistics, the name would most likely ring familiar in a way - an obvious alteration or corruption of ku'ryss, an Infernal word for "unknown" or "enigma", depending on context.Karish rolls the partially-eaten apple in one hand while observing the strange way Vare is examining her. It's almost as if he's more looking through her than at her. She'd heard of various effects that could result in this beyond simple rudeness - maladies of the mind or soul, infirmities or magical anomalies of sight, oracular curses and blessings or banes of powerful creatures granting a "gift" of otherworldly perception. She wasn't sure if any or all or none of those applied to Vare, but she'd just met the man and he was clearly a fellow co-worker, and figured it better to give him the benefit of the doubt than think ill of him so soon. There was always that last remnant, that little voice in the back of her mind urging her to anger or retaliation, but she had long since learned to disregard most of its advice. No different was it now.
"Apologies for interrupting... whatever conversation I happened to walk in on," she continued. The apple in her hand suddenly jerked out of her grip, as if knocked away by an invisible hand, but Karish's reflexes seemed apt to the task and she caught it without looking or interrupting the stride of her response. "I actually expected this room to be empty today. You're the first other professor... actually first other person of any sort I've encountered all day."
Vare does seem to pause as Karish completes her introduction, as if considering carefully. Again, his eyes never do seem to fix properly on the woman seated nearby to him. After a few moments, he seems to nod as if having sorted through something or realized something. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance." he looks about the room silently, noting Karish's observation about the emptiness of their room. "Yes, I believe many people are relaxing due to the lack of classes today. I myself am attempting to catch up on the memorization of my spells today. I had a busy morning."
Vare's inconsistent gaze returns to her compatriot. "Are... you a priest then, Miss Conway?" he asks pleasantly, attempting awkwardly to make small talk with the unfamiliar woman.
Ginni closes her eyes again and listens to the new song for a few measures before she tries to join in.
It's obvious she has almost no experience playing in part of an ensemble.
When the song was over she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mel. I really didn't pick that one up as fast as I should have."
"Ooh beacons, this looks promising, what are those?" He grins evily.
"I think I'm starting to understand this..."
"Sorry, but I'm not to big on music, I've got a few things to do. Don't mind me."
he pulls out a notepad, and scribbles furiously, sitting in a position that no one that wasn't on on the wall behind him (or above him) could see it.
"Midori's abilities are psionic in nature. I can understand how overwhelming it can be suddenly trying to deal with a child developing new powers you can't understand or help with. That's what we're here for. For now we've been working on settling in for the most part, although Midori has already taken some steps on the road to gaining full control of her abilities. It will take time, but I have no doubts that she will be able to master her powers. It is just another sort of training."
"I would say that Midori has been adapting quite well since she arrived here. She's been making friends with her classmates and is a bright, respectful student. There have been some...hiccups of course. It is after all a school full of children who are of course always known to follow the rules and do exactly as they ought," she deadpanned, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Midori nods almost imperceptibly to Ryuzo-sama, maintaining her composure.
"I see. I should hope that Midori has had has the good grace to behave and follow the rules during her time here. Midori, you understand that while you are at the school you are to treat Blackscales-sama as you would with your most respected person." Her parents seem very severe about this particuar topic. Respect and proper treatment of superiors is very important to them, as is discipline.
"Hai, Otousama!" Midori responds formally.
Kosuke, Midori's brother, appears to be slightly uncomfortable here, but is holding his tongue, standing stiffly.
On a world far removed from both Haven or Agartha, a man approaches another being and bows slightly. "My Lord. The Beacon is lit... a new Avatar has appeared, somewhere in the universe." he says cautiously.
"It is good to keep appraised, thank you. Even if this war is not ours. I have no intention of our people ending up like Ianthe. Do not trouble yourself with this imformation. It does not affect us. Voltair was a naive fool, too optimistic by far."
Jaiye put an arm around her to comfort her. "Okay, I think I'm missing some of the context here. I've had lots of sex while I've been here in er, various locations around the school and I've never been stopped before. Or spied on. Occasionally watched, but that was consensual...after a fashion. It's complicated. Anyways. Who was spying on you? Why? My understanding is they don't much care if the students choose to be intimate with each other as long as it's consented to by both parties and they strongly encourage everyone to use the free birth control charms that are available in the infirmary. I imagine they'd intervene if someone tried to with someone underage or something...or they thought someone wasn't able to give informed consent..."
She did her awkward best to give advice, distracted a little from her own pain by the other girl's tears.
The arm was well received, even though Anahita was clearly unclear on the receiving end of it, suggesting she'd seen some of these gestures done elsewhere, but never received it or knowing how to react properly, yet.
"The .. Headmaster, Ryo. We were in the forest, far from the school. Why? Why would he spy on us? We were doing nothing unnatural. I am of age to breed, though ... I have never, never experienced it. Why would he not include me in the conversation?!?" A mixture of anger with a touch of sobbing mixed in.
Glaring off between a few more sniffles and such, she was quickly collecting herself once more, she adds, "I am .. capable of killing, of making choices. I am, by all accounts, an adult in my lands of birth, and more... why? Why this violation and mistreatment? Is .. is this place a place of punishment and control? I .. I have seen cities that are this structured. So law bound, they cannot even wipe their own behinds without the proper paperwork in triplicate... the third for the actual wiping."
It might have been a joke, if she weren't in a non-joking moment.
Ace casts the divine spell that allows him to commune with those who have passed.
Ace casts the divine spell that allows him to commune with those who have passed.
Magics are invoked, hand gestures, words of the miracle to be cast, and Ace clutches his divine focus as well, focusing on the dead form of the man, now all fleshed up from his prior spell.
The visual effects and all, from his Trickster patron are induced, there's a bit of a wry smile formed on the corpse's face, and then it seems to stir, but only in the eyes and lips, peering directly at Ace.
Apparently the spell takes effect, Ace would realize he has about twenty minutes, and four dozen or less questions he can ask, pulling the memories from the corpse.
"Yeah," she said breathily. "Uh...so....flowers....I'm pretty sure that I was ordered to look at them," she said, looking away and blushing.
"True. I had almost forgot myself, but I have been enjoying the sight of a beautiful flower already." Slowly he stands and offers her a hand up.
After he takes both there trays and deposits them as they make there what to the garden.
"Sorry, but I'm not to big on music, I've got a few things to do. Don't mind me."
he pulls out a notepad, and scribbles furiously, sitting in a position that no one that wasn't on on the wall behind him (or above him) could see it.
Renkai was resting, eyes closed on the rafter, listening to the music and conversations
Ehos had watched Ace work his magic, looking and feeling a little less stunned. He has his datapad out and at ther ready. He asks Ace to pose the first question which comes to his mind: 'Ask him if he knows whether Kara escaped the fire please Ace. She was his daughter.' he seems pretty intense about that.
To Phaezeriel, Ehos adds telepathically: ::I wouldn't wish burning alive on anyone, let alone her.:: His 'voice' is still tight. Apparently he has no real anger for Kara. After all, his experience with her had been wonderful, even if she had left him alone in an alleyway.
Jen channels her energy into the whip as she flies; gray flames of positive energy dance along its length. The flames of battle burn in her eyes (nimbus). She attempts to topple one of the Balors.
Against Balor One:
(Against Touch AC)
(If attack succeeds)
(If attack succeeds)
(If the trip roll succeeds)
Against Balor Two:
(If trip roll on balor one succeeds)
(If trip roll on Balor two succeeds)
Damage is cold damage, but with all the various enhancements that bypass DR, I think that it should probably bypass that too. :P
Meanwhile, Vai has also joined the group inside the building, the nausea at the sickeningly burnt/wet corpse having passed now that the the object of her brief bout of squeamishness was a little more human.
She perks up suddenly at the sound of a voice coming through speakers, asking where demolition was needed. "I'll get it." she tells the group as she heads towards the outside of the building. It wouldn't be good, after all, if the building was taken down while they were inside it.
That was definitely one of her brother's mecha. Mithros will see his employer's sister standing there - also the sister of his object of affection. The blonde haired half-elf calls out to the mecha, seemingly unafraid of the massive robot. "Hey.. don't start with the destroying yet. They're trying to figure out how the fire started." she pauses and looks back at the burned out building. "I don't think I met you, you're one of my brother's pilots, right?"
"Ooh beacons, this looks promising, what are those?" He grins evily."Temples," he wheezed. "Like this one....need to let them know a new avatar.......a new avatar has....arrived...."
he makes a tut tut sound "but then why do you attack the avatar and his friends, you were strangling someone very close to him, you see I don't see why you would do that, I feel like breaking each of your bones for that, and I know, you have a lot of bones"
Meanwhile, Vai has also joined the group inside the building, the nausea at the sickeningly burnt/wet corpse having passed now that the the object of her brief bout of squeamishness was a little more human.
She perks up suddenly at the sound of a voice coming through speakers, asking where demolition was needed. "I'll get it." she tells the group as she heads towards the outside of the building. It wouldn't be good, after all, if the building was taken down while they were inside it.
That was definitely one of her brother's mecha. Mithros will see his employer's sister standing there - also the sister of his object of affection. The blonde haired half-elf calls out to the mecha, seemingly unafraid of the massive robot. "Hey.. don't start with the destroying yet. They're trying to figure out how the fire started." she pauses and looks back at the burned out building. "I don't think I met you, you're one of my brother's pilots, right?"
"Yes ma'am. Alright, err I'll wait."
Phaezeriel watches the corpse, fascinated with the effects of the spell. His thoughts sound clearly to those gathered around the body, as might a softly spoken voice, ::Ace, also ask what caused the horrid wound that was described. I am fairly sure that fire does not pluck a man's heart out.::
he makes a tut tut sound "but then why do you attack the avatar and his friends, you were strangling someone very close to him, you see I don't see why you would do that, I feel like breaking each of your bones for that, and I know, you have a lot of bones""Ooh beacons, this looks promising, what are those?" He grins evily."Temples," he wheezed. "Like this one....need to let them know a new avatar.......a new avatar has....arrived...."
Lang interjects Grim, that will not be necessary. I have caused enough suffering today there cannot be anymore!
Lang turns to grim You see Grim, I have not mastered the ability to control that power I possess it can only manifest in dire situations such as my own life in danger or the life of those I care deeply about such as you and Ignace. It is unfortunate the result is what it was I only wish I was not so destructive. It would have been better to threaten me than Ignace and maybe that man would still be alive.
lang turns to the other priests and bows I am sorry things turned out the way they did I only wish death was not necessary. perhaps he can be rivived magically I am unsure if my companion has mastered that ability. but there are some back on Agartha that do.
Ginni closes her eyes again and listens to the new song for a few measures before she tries to join in.
1d20+27
It's obvious she has almost no experience playing in part of an ensemble.
When the song was over she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mel. I really didn't pick that one up as fast as I should have."
You did just fine Ginni, its not how good you play, but that you enjoy the music you create. I know I am far from great. but I love the songs I write and even if nody else likes them, they have meaning to me becuase I wrote them from my hearts.
Melody looks around I think that is enough for today. and Ginni, again I am sorry about touching your guitar I should have asked. If you want, Roel brought a bunch of sandwitches to the Sim room if you want we can head over there and we can talk more.
"Yes ma'am. Alright, err I'll wait."
"Please, call me Vai. What's your name? I haven't met any of you guys, even if James mentions you sometimes." Ah, there's the 'James' that Jiminy complains about. Vai stands easily, looking up at the cockpit from her position on the street. The wind picks up for a moment and blows her hair around a bit, but she quickly fixes it, tucking her bangs behind her ear.
he makes a tut tut sound "but then why do you attack the avatar and his friends, you were strangling someone very close to him, you see I don't see why you would do that, I feel like breaking each of your bones for that, and I know, you have a lot of bones""Ooh beacons, this looks promising, what are those?" He grins evily."Temples," he wheezed. "Like this one....need to let them know a new avatar.......a new avatar has....arrived...."Lang interjects Grim, that will not be necessary. I have caused enough suffering today there cannot be anymore!
Lang turns to grim You see Grim, I have not mastered the ability to control that power I possess it can only manifest in dire situations such as my own life in danger or the life of those I care deeply about such as you and Ignace. It is unfortunate the result is what it was I only wish I was not so destructive. It would have been better to threaten me than Ignace and maybe that man would still be alive.
lang turns to the other priests and bows I am sorry things turned out the way they did I only wish death was not necessary. perhaps he can be rivived magically I am unsure if my companion has mastered that ability. but there are some back on Agartha that do.
grim looks at Lang, though through might be better a word, and just stares at him for a bit, the glow fades and grim slumps a bit and drops his scythe, and the shadows fade from existance "bwa ha?" He looks kinda out of it.
Having left the infirmary after parting with Jen, and subsequently growing bored, Repp uses the arrows to go in serach of what he hoped were friends - newly minted this morning. He touches the arrows and calls for Melody's position, following them along slowly.
Having left the infirmary after parting with Jen, and subsequently growing bored, Repp uses the arrows to go in serach of what he hoped were friends - newly minted this morning. He touches the arrows and calls for Melody's position, following them along slowly.
the balors both go down. But one manages to hold it's weapons. (Do you take the other balor's long sword of it's whip?
Renkai was resting, eyes closed on the rafter, listening to the music and conversations"Sorry, but I'm not to big on music, I've got a few things to do. Don't mind me."
he pulls out a notepad, and scribbles furiously, sitting in a position that no one that wasn't on on the wall behind him (or above him) could see it.
the balors both go down. But one manages to hold it's weapons. (Do you take the other balor's long sword of it's whip?
Jen's swift attack wrenches the Balor's whip from its hands. "Like I said, Balors are the second best whip masters in the land."
Renkai was resting, eyes closed on the rafter, listening to the music and conversations"Sorry, but I'm not to big on music, I've got a few things to do. Don't mind me."
he pulls out a notepad, and scribbles furiously, sitting in a position that no one that wasn't on on the wall behind him (or above him) could see it.
Renkai looks at the source of the scribbling
the balor floats the whip back to his hand without a second thought.
"Freeze."
the balors rip you apart, one of them power word stunning you over and over, the other just hacking you to death.
inside the book is a extremely complicated diagram. It shows a detailed social structure of the school. Notes can be found in the rest of the book on individual people.
inside the book is a extremely complicated diagram. It shows a detailed social structure of the school. Notes can be found in the rest of the book on individual people.
"innnnnn-teresting" Renkai thinks
jen wakes in the infirmary. No physical wounds, but very sore.
After some time, Repp does find his way to Melody, opening the door to the student lounge and noting with a smile that there are many other people gathered around here, including Ginni, an ooze of some kind, and... a teenaged boy. Hm.
"Good afternoon Melody, Ginni. I am pleased that I was able to find you. I trust everything is well?" he says brightly, broad smile upon his face, with a nod to both Roel and Igni... and then he notices that Ginni's eyes are a little red as if from crying.
"Is anything the matter, Ginni? Lovely girls such as you shouldn't have reason to cry." he says compassionately, moving over to the half-demon with a concerned look on his face.
Ace smiles as he feels the presence of the Traveler within him. It is not often he calls upon powers or magicks that connect him with his deity, and thus he always savors the time the two bond like this.
After a few moments of doing just that, he asks Ehos' question, and then Phaez's once the first is answered.
melody smiles as Repp enters the lounge. then looks to Ginni,
her look toGinni is one of see another that does not believe such rumors
Repp, thanks again for getting Miss Jones, I am sorry about not wanting you to stay, perhaps someday I can repay you for your help
Melody moves away a little, to give Repp and Ginni some space.
and noticing Igni doing his own thing and Roel seemingly indifferent once more. she just sighs and starts to quietly pluck away at her guitar like she is practicing but no real tune comes out. her mind wandering on other things.