"I think it will be more subtle than a simple trap. Oneiro, do NOT blieve anything the book says about you. You said before that the guardians have tried to disturb your state of mind. Do not fall prey to this. It may be attempting to bait you or disturb your calm." Tyrrin says quickly, as soon as she watches the books change in front of their eyes.
"I was thinking it would teleport us somewhere as soon as we touched it, perhapse we should read each other's books"
"Yeah, no problem."
"I think I'm calm enough now to go and find Ehos...see if maybe there's any kind of explanation. And if not....I don't know. I just don't know. I guess I'll figure that out if it happens."
If Jaiye returns to the school and looks for Ehos with the arrows... he does not appear to be on the school grounds again. Perhaps he has gone to seek the company of that girl again... though Jaiye remember that he was all bloodied. Who knows?
"No... It's just...
It's supposed to be appealing. I can't see it anymore. I know i could... It's... Something...'it should... Look nice? Yes?"
well Roel, I think it looks nice, but the interesting thing is each person sees it differently. much the same as music. you see, you have to decide what you think is nice. embracing your humanity is a long process, it will take time. but each new experience may unlock a little more
you hold onto that flower, the temporal field I put around it will be gone in about an hour and the flower will again wither to its normal state
"You don't like it when I hug you." It's not a question.
"It's just... Mm..."
"I'll try, Tyrrin."
"I do. But... Pleasure.. Makes me sick, as much as i hate to say it. It's part of my demonic heritage... I slowly eat emotions and sensations near me. Nothing harmful. Pain, fear... Those things sustain me, and feel wonderful. But... I love making others happy, but when people near me are happy i feel sick... It's not the easiest thing to deal with, but i try. I won't let my heritage get in the way."
he does his best to smile, as much as a triceratops can.
Jeran picked up his book and read the description of himself.
Seventeen year old male werewolf (lycan). His wolf form is on the large side with black fur, an unusual though not unheard of, coloring for a wolf. His human form is 6'2" tall, long black hair held out of his face with a bandana tied around his head, amber eyes that are the same in both forms, light brown skin, extremely physically fit, dressed in a long sleeve knit shirt and denim pants and soft leather boots. Jeran is a trained martial artist whose greatest skill is the ability to change fighting styles at a moment's notice. He is also a talented pilot, though this is less relevant with nothing to pilot. He has poor social skills and a stoic demeanor and often hangs around the outside of a group unsure of how to communicate with them. This confusion is usually interpreted as disdain for the company of others leaving him isolated, which is exacerbated by an overdeveloped sense of responsibility that leads him to blame himself when things go wrong.
"The wards didn't used to protect against that kind of thing, but last year the student council president had enthralled like half the student body so they changed the wards to make it so that couldn't happen again. She changed after that and tried to make up for her actions and I think people mostly let it go. I think the whole thing with Dave probably got folks talking along those lines again and since I'm an enchanter and a half-succubus," she shrugged. "Rumors don't care about little problems like logic apparently. I know my friends will stick by me, but I just hate knowing that people are going to give them a hard time because of me."
"They may also be more willing to believe the rumours if they are jealous of you, Ginni. Jealousy is an ugly thing after all - and you are quite lovely. Now. Let's not focus on the bad. Tell me a bit about yourself. Do you make music? That is your guitar I assume?" Repp does his best - which is quite well, all considered - to pull Ginni's thoguhts away from anything that would be troubling her. "I would like very much to know you more."
"I'll try, Tyrrin."
"Before you read your own, allow me to read it. Frankly, I have killed in the past, and so I should also be labelled killer." Tyrrin will then pick up the book labeled for Oneiro, and read the contents in a quick skim.
Hew and Zilla stand in a vast field of flowers, both of them breathless from what ever they have been doing. Zilla's clothing lay upon the ground neatly.
The sim rooms voice calls out. Zilla Status: Physical form slightly changed form. Manual dexterity subpar. Wings have gained a slight color pigmentation change. Clothing has been formed with body."
"Agh! This is really hard. I don't know if I can do any better Zilla. I'm really sorry. Maybe if I was more advanced with a my psychic abilities." Hew tells Zilla.
Zilla flutters over to him and hugs his shoulder. "It's ok, it's not your fault. You have already done so much. I have a body because of your and it's even cute. I am so grateful for everything and yet you try to do even more."
"But I haven't given you a body you can use and your small form makes it hard for you to live normally. I can't just stop and let you be in such a difficult position. Maybe if I could at least make your form more maneuverable you could cast your spells. So let me try again." Hew tells her still trying to catch his breath.
Slowly he stands up straight and starts concentrating again.
Zilla nods to him but a worried expression is visible on her face. She lands on the ground and lets her body collapse. Her small form starts evaporating into the air.
Soon a large ball of ectoplasm starts to form in front of Hew. The ball starts swirling and arms and legs start pushing outward. The form keeps fluctuating From time to time a fully developed form takes shape then snaps back into a ball of ectoplasm.
Hew starts to scream in pain. Zilla's voice echo through his mind. ::Hew please stop your going to hurt yourself.::
"No. I can't stop yet we're so cllOse! AGHHHH!" Hew calls out at the top of his lungs before collapsing. To the ground. His body vanishes from the field.
Zilla's status: Form grew to 4 feet 3 inches. Manual dexterity optimum. Wings unformed. Clothing formed with body.
Zilla opens her eyes in time to see hew collapse and teleport away. "Hew!!!" She screams out while tears drip from her face.
"Yeah, no problem."
"I think I'm calm enough now to go and find Ehos...see if maybe there's any kind of explanation. And if not....I don't know. I just don't know. I guess I'll figure that out if it happens."
"Would it help if I came with you? I am willing to lend you my support as well, as you have earlier. It is the least I can do."
She rises up and smiles warmly.
"Ooh.... Someone is in a lot of pain. It's. terrible..."
terrible seems to be a duality word here. He's drawing great pleasure, but...
"Demon Master?! Are you calling me a demon worshiper?" He calls to them. Before turning to Tami's side Dom lets them have time to respond.
Returning to Tami's side. He seemed slightly perturbed with there comments. "I guess I'm suppose to be in some sort of cult? With a demon master. What are these people thinking?" He tells her not sure of what could give them this sort of idea.
"They may also be more willing to believe the rumours if they are jealous of you, Ginni. Jealousy is an ugly thing after all - and you are quite lovely. Now. Let's not focus on the bad. Tell me a bit about yourself. Do you make music? That is your guitar I assume?" Repp does his best - which is quite well, all considered - to pull Ginni's thoguhts away from anything that would be troubling her. "I would like very much to know you more."
"Oh, umm...yeah. I play the guitar...but I have really bad stage fright. I'm working on trying to get over it, but it's hard. Just trying to do a little at a time I guess," she said with a nervous laugh.
He hands his unopened book over to Tyrrin.
"Oneiro Mance, human male. Student at Avalon Academy and paper mage. Doesn't sleep. Learned card magic during failed attempt to sleep again. Prefers melee combat."
"Murderer of one Eric Gallows, commited the act at the age of twelve. Further information withheld."
"Yeah, no problem."
"I think I'm calm enough now to go and find Ehos...see if maybe there's any kind of explanation. And if not....I don't know. I just don't know. I guess I'll figure that out if it happens."
"Would it help if I came with you? I am willing to lend you my support as well, as you have earlier. It is the least I can do."
She rises up and smiles warmly.
"Honestly, yes. It would help. This is difficult to face without running away. Thank you," she said, grateful for the offer.
"I am Professor Mara, MD, PhD, psyD. I've just been hired as the new Professor of Psychology and Neuroscience. No doubt mostly practiced by pseudo-scientists and quacks, but my methods are personally producing bounties of new medical knowledge. And yours?"
"I am Vare. I bear no titles other than the Professor title which this school has bestowed upon me." he says... but again, he does not look at Mara's face while speaking... if Mara is seating on a chair, Vare instead seems to be focusing his attentions nearer to the seat of the chair... though his eyes do not seem to select a single place to rest.
"My speciality is Conjuration, Planar magicks and languages. What?" Vare suddenly turns away, facing the corner and speaking to the air. "Yes I know it's adorable..." There's a pause as he seems to be listening to... something. Someone? "Listen, the other Professors are going to think I am out of my mind. No.. I'm sorry. We'll talk soon, alright? Don't pout. I asked you earlier if you wanted to be Out."
Vare turns back to the conversation with his two colleagues. "Pardon me." he says, but offers no further explanation.
Salis over hears Settro talk of his demon heritage and through gritted teeth. "Demon. He's a shape changing demon." Salis turned his sight to Ori. "If that demon is a student I should go. Before my instincts take over." He turns to walk away his hand already flipping up the flap on his satchel. His muscles tense as he reaches in grasping something inside.
"Demon Master?! Are you calling me a demon worshiper?" He calls to them. Before turning to Tami's side Dom lets them have time to respond.
Returning to Tami's side. He seemed slightly perturbed with there comments. "I guess I'm suppose to be in some sort of cult? With a demon master. What are these people thinking?" He tells her not sure of what could give them this sort of idea.
"Demon? That makes no sense. Why would....Oh, crap. Ginni. We have to find Ginni....she's really sensitive about this stuff. She's been driven out of a lot of places for being a half-demon," Tami said hurrying over to a wall to activate the arrows that would lead them to Ginni.
"I'm making a lot of weird friends here at Avalon." Gareth observes.
"I'll be a minute."
settro instantly senses the hostility, and shapes back to his normal form, and flys straight that way.
"Sir, it seems you have a problem with me. Tell it to my face."
a constant, irresistible compulsion is around him. Hitting him would tarnish his nature... You can't do that, could you?
"Oh, umm...yeah. I play the guitar...but I have really bad stage fright. I'm working on trying to get over it, but it's hard. Just trying to do a little at a time I guess," she said with a nervous laugh.
"Would you like to play for me? Music is not a great love of mine, and so I'm sure whatever you can do will impress." He hops up onto a nearby couch and leans back, all smiles, encouraging. Such a small person, and yet such a forceful personality - he seems to cheer Ginni with just his smile. "If you aren't comfortable of course, we could simply continue talking."
Salis over hears Settro talk of his demon heritage and through gritted teeth. "Demon. He's a shape changing demon." Salis turned his sight to Ori. "If that demon is a student I should go. Before my instincts take over." He turns to walk away his hand already flipping up the flap on his satchel. His muscles tense as he reaches in grasping something inside.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure he's a student....and apparently I'm not the only one with issues," she says calmly as she grabs his arm, interfering with his ability to pull anything out of the satchel and steering him in a direction that put them behind a hedge and out of sight of Settro.
As Settro approaches, "Oh, bloody hell, you just have to stir the hornets' nest, is that it?"
At the mention of Krays, Phaezeriel looks at the ground and puts his hand over his eyes, ::I should have thought of that. Sorry. Let me see if he is available.::
::In the meantime, ask it what sort of creature /she/ was that killed him.::
"Indeed."
settro doesn't seem to second-guess his actions even slightly. He readies form of the dragon II against any attack.
Upon hearing Tami make the connection. Dom says to no one in particular. "What?" Quickly he chases after following Tami to Ginni. "How could Ginni be my master. I could believe someone thinking you have placed a charm on me. Considering how fast I fell for you. But Ginni? I don't get it." Dom says trying to understand how people could even think she was his master.
He hands his unopened book over to Tyrrin.
"Oneiro Mance, human male. Student at Avalon Academy and paper mage. Doesn't sleep. Learned card magic during failed attempt to sleep again. Prefers melee combat."
"Murderer of one Eric Gallows, commited the act at the age of twelve. Further information withheld."
Tyrrin snapped the book shut upon reading that line. "As expected Oneiro, the contents of this book no doubt will only lead to a disturbed mental state, and us distrusting each other. I for one will not fall prey to such easy manipulations. Perhaps these books will become necessary to us, so let us not discard them outright, but we should not take anything these books tell us at face value." She looked intensely at Oneiro. "Have I made myself clear?"
"Indeed."
settro doesn't seem to second-guess his actions even slightly.
"Back the hell off," she snapped, her green eyes flashing with more than just anger. There is a distinct sense of barely restrained power. "Last time I checked someone walking away from you because they've had bad experiences with demons in the past hardly constitutes an offense. Now walk away before I send you to detention. Is that clear?"
a little bid of an odd smirk came across his face.
"Sure thing."
he flys back to Gareth, but he never really stops looking towards them. There's a little tinge of hatred in his expression... Almost as if he thinks sails wronged him just as much as he wronged sails.
"Oh, umm...yeah. I play the guitar...but I have really bad stage fright. I'm working on trying to get over it, but it's hard. Just trying to do a little at a time I guess," she said with a nervous laugh."Would you like to play for me? Music is not a great love of mine, and so I'm sure whatever you can do will impress." He hops up onto a nearby couch and leans back, all smiles, encouraging. Such a small person, and yet such a forceful personality - he seems to cheer Ginni with just his smile. "If you aren't comfortable of course, we could simply continue talking."
"Maybe another time," she said apologetically. "I just played for a bit and that took about every ounce of courage I had. I need some recovery time before I try again. Maybe tomorrow morning if you're around then," she said, trying to at least offer a definite time so it didn't seem like she was trying to put it off indefinitely.
"Maybe another time," she said apologetically. "I just played for a bit and that took about every ounce of courage I had. I need some recovery time before I try again. Maybe tomorrow morning if you're around then," she said, trying to at least offer a definite time so it didn't seem like she was trying to put it off indefinitely.
"Sure thing. Whenever you like is fine with me. I look forward to it." He nods and looks about the room, still smiling. He must be in a remarkably good mood. "So, tell me about Ace then. You two are close, from what I saw yesterday. If he has captured an intelligent, skilled girl such as yourself he must be quite an impressive man."
Upon hearing Tami make the connection. Dom says to no one in particular. "What?" Quickly he chases after following Tami to Ginni. "How could Ginni be my master. I could believe someone thinking you have placed a charm on me. Considering how fast I fell for you. But Ginni? I don't get it." Dom says trying to understand how people could even think she was his master.
"Oh, rumors don't have to make sense. Gossip grows and twists as it gets passed along. What starts as a small whisper of fear can turn into a menacing threat by the time it crosses a single crowded room."
Ori took a few deep breaths. "Let me know when it's okay to let go of your arm, alright? And we're going to have to have a little chit-chat about this. He's not the only demon enrolled here. Though certainly he wins the prize for least pleasant personality hands down. I imagine with that hostile attitude he's a regular fixture in detention for picking fights."
"Honestly, yes. It would help. This is difficult to face without running away. Thank you," she said, grateful for the offer."Would it help if I came with you? I am willing to lend you my support as well, as you have earlier. It is the least I can do."
She rises up and smiles warmly.
The two girls make their way back towards the school, searching for the miscreant and wayward elf. However... the arrows are of little help - spinning in place as they do when the person sought is outside of their jurisdiction. Ehos is not on the schoolgrounds. Back with that girl perhaps? Or... he /was/ bloodied when Jaiye saw him last... his own blood it had been, if she had not been too distracted by the scent of the other woman to notice.
Jaiye may remember that he was with Phaezeriel at that time, and another bloodied individual - a warrior of some kind, his armour adorned with symbols of the gods. Perhaps they could provide hints.
Of course, if Jaiye seeks the quasit, she will find him curiously missing from the grounds as well.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure he's a student....and apparently I'm not the only one with issues," she says calmly as she grabs his arm, interfering with his ability to pull anything out of the satchel and steering him in a direction that put them behind a hedge and out of sight of Settro.
As Settro approaches, "Oh, bloody hell, you just have to stir the hornets' nest, is that it?"
Salis sneers at the demon. "Do I have a problem with you? That is a good question. Perhaps not you, but your kind yes. I have seen so many of my friends slain by your kind. Demon Lords enslaving the innocent. I have fought your kind, Slain your gods. Only to find more as I travel. You wish me to tell you to your face that I have a problem with you I can not yet tell you this. I will hold hostilities toward your kind till I die." His tone fierce and with out pride. "If you wish for this confrontation to escalate we can continue. For this moment however I think it best the one that has a problem leave you to your day." He steps around the boy his arm still in his satchel grasping something.
He nods to her to tell her he agrees. After walking a distance away that was out of view of the boy he tells her. "You can let go. I apologize for my behavior. I had hoped I would never have to see another demon, but it seems I will."
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"Sure thing. Whenever you like is fine with me. I look forward to it." He nods and looks about the room, still smiling. He must be in a remarkably good mood. "So, tell me about Ace then. You two are close, from what I saw yesterday. If he has captured an intelligent, skilled girl such as yourself he must be quite an impressive man."
She smiled. Her face lit up when she spoke about her boyfriend. "He is. He's far from perfect, but that's part of what I like about him. He comes off as arrogant to a lot of people when they first meet him, and he is a bit, but it's mostly a front. He's kind and loyal and patient and smart...I could pretty much go on all day, but I think you'd get bored."
"No. That's all i needed. Not me, but my race. Better then most."
his face instantly softens.
"Sorry for intruding. It was rude and unneccicery. I will return to playing with the boy."
"Honestly, yes. It would help. This is difficult to face without running away. Thank you," she said, grateful for the offer."Would it help if I came with you? I am willing to lend you my support as well, as you have earlier. It is the least I can do."
She rises up and smiles warmly.
The two girls make their way back towards the school, searching for the miscreant and wayward elf. However... the arrows are of little help - spinning in place as they do when the person sought is outside of their jurisdiction. Ehos is not on the schoolgrounds. Back with that girl perhaps? Or... he /was/ bloodied when Jaiye saw him last... his own blood it had been, if she had not been too distracted by the scent of the other woman to notice.
Jaiye may remember that he was with Phaezeriel at that time, and another bloodied individual - a warrior of some kind, his armour adorned with symbols of the gods. Perhaps they could provide hints.
Of course, if Jaiye seeks the quasit, she will find him curiously missing from the grounds as well.
"Well, he is not on the school grounds. What other options are there? Perhaps someone here might have an idea where he went?"
Anahita peers around, then idly touches the wall briefly, considering Vare, and seeing arrows lead off, she then wills the arrows to stop their divination.
"It is a shame that there isn't a simpler way to conduct conversations, given all the magical powers in place here, versus these arrows."
"Oh, rumors don't have to make sense. Gossip grows and twists as it gets passed along. What starts as a small whisper of fear can turn into a menacing threat by the time it crosses a single crowded room."
Dom shakes his head as if to brush the thought away. "Perhaps i will get it after awhile but for now I think I will just make sure Ginni is fine and fine a way to prove she is like everyone else." He tells her as they follow the arrows.
"Sorry Gareth. It seemed like a good idea for a second, but in practice, it was... Kinda stupid."
"You were getting bad emotions to eat, weren't you?"
"Geez, that look reminds me of my mom's... I won't even look in my book, okay?"
"That, and... Well, large enough emotions sorta... Work like a mirror on me. His hostility to demons rubbed off quickly, and i was just as upset..l and then that sorta loops back, and i get perpetually more irritated. It's why I can't control myself when I get mad- emotional feedback loops... And... I'm not sure, do you understand that? You seem like a smart kid."
She smiled. Her face lit up when she spoke about her boyfriend. "He is. He's far from perfect, but that's part of what I like about him. He comes off as arrogant to a lot of people when they first meet him, and he is a bit, but it's mostly a front. He's kind and loyal and patient and smart...I could pretty much go on all day, but I think you'd get bored."
"Sure thing. Whenever you like is fine with me. I look forward to it." He nods and looks about the room, still smiling. He must be in a remarkably good mood. "So, tell me about Ace then. You two are close, from what I saw yesterday. If he has captured an intelligent, skilled girl such as yourself he must be quite an impressive man."
"Please, continue. I enjoy listening to other people talk. I find it soothing to hear of other beings. For a very long time, I was no one but myself, and so to speak with others on such even terms, not having to defend myself or be afraid... it is quite liberating. So please, say what you will. I will not tire of it." he says seriously, leaning forward from his relaxed reclining to look Ginni in the eyes - his red eyes once again quite disturbing against the white of his skin. "Please."
Just another reminder for Ginni: Repp's mind, like Ace's, is completely silent. Ginni has never - not even once - accidently picked up a thought from him, as she might have from others.
"Yeah, I get it. If someone gets angry, you get angry and make them angrier, which makes you angrier and it goes on and on and on..."