:: Not at the moment. How may I assist you?::::We have a corpse that we need to get information from; one of the shopkeepers in Kuros. Ace is using a spell to speak with it, but I hoped that you would perhaps get more cooperation from it. The man was murdered this morning, or perhaps last night. There is some potential connection of a fiendish nature.::
::I see. I can turn him into a ghost, and force him to answer your questions, or perhaps even ressurrect him if necessary. The former will not be pretty to watch, and the latter takes a considerable amount of power for me to do, and if the spirit is unwilling to help, can refuse the ressurrection. Those are the best options.::
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"Well...he's also very competitive. That's actually how we met. He challenged the guy my friend was dating to a duel. It was close, but he did win in the end. It was a very exciting duel to watch. that's one of the fun things about the sim rooms. Things like that can happen without anyone getting seriously injured."
Repp had been about to answer Ginni when another pair made an appearance at the door, seemingly concerned for the young half-demon. Repp was a little dissapointed that Ginni did not yet trust him, but that was the nature of things - after all, would he give his trust so easily to others? In the end, no. And so he had to respect Ginni's choice. "Good morning, fellow students." the albino gnome who had been speaking with Ginni says brightly to Dom and Tamina as they enter. "I trust you are doing well, other than the unfortunate rumours which plague our friend Ginni."
Dom glances to the smaller man. "Oh. Good morning. Sorry for interupting. Tami is just really worried for Ginni and I don't blame her." Dom thinks about Repp's question. "I would say we have been having an ok day. Today there has been too much pain to othes that we have seen." He tells him with a slight tone of regret.
"So I'm Dom Waverider and this gorgeuos flower is Tamina." He motions and smiles to Tami as he does introductions. "May I was your name?
Dom glances to the smaller man. "Oh. Good morning. Sorry for interupting. Tami is just really worried for Ginni and I don't blame her." Dom thinks about Repp's question. "I would say we have been having an ok day. Today there has been too much pain to othes that we have seen." He tells him with a slight tone of regret.
"So I'm Dom Waverider and this gorgeuos flower is Tamina." He motions and smiles to Tami as he does introductions. "May I was your name?
"And quite the beautiful flower she is." Repp says, bowing to the pair with a practiced ease."Repparyn is my name, but please, do not mind me. You are here to see Ginni. I would not wish to interfere with that. She is in need of friends at the moment."
looking around, there isn't much here. The cave goes off in one direction... And there isn't an entrance anymore, just more cave-maze.
He begins to head in a direction that might be the way to his allies.
as you beingin your movement through the "maze",the world begins to twist and reform behind you, incorporating everything into it. As a mintaour, however, you find your way through to the river Styx.
Vare looks increasingly worried, glancing back at the corner of the room had been speaking to earlier.. Was Anahita lashing out at staff members in anger? It didn't sound like her.. but... when she was moved to passion...
Then, to the corner, he says aloud: "I'm going to go find her. She didn't sound angry when I contacted her earlier.. but... still."
He returns his gaze to his colleagues, looking through them rather than at them. "And you said she disrespected you? I'm going to look for her. She... did not have a pleasant evening last night. Perhaps I can council her. If she will listen to me. Excuse me." with that, Vare departs in a hurry, taking his patchwork spellbook with him. He had already tried the arrows this morning, when Rena was Out... but now he was without her, the arrows wouldn't be of much use to him.
Vare instead casts a spell he had prepared in case the Sending had failed.
After Vare's casting, he is quickly (surprised?) able to locate the specific 'create' that is Anahita-- that way. She is not moving anywhere, stationary at this point in time.
After Vare's casting, he is quickly (surprised?) able to locate the specific 'create' that is Anahita-- that way. She is not moving anywhere, stationary at this point in time.
Vare attempts to navigate the corridors of the school while keeping a general direction towards Anahita... the hallways are not always how he expects though, still somewhat unfamiliar with the school as he is. Still, he will eventually make his way to her, presumably.
"We try to make sure that our younger students have the opportunity to learn many different fields as many of them are still trying things out, figuring out what direction they want to take later on. To that end we offer classes in many fields including alchemy, music, art, and of course various forms of combat training. Midori did quite well in archery class yesterday. And of course the training rooms are available for practice when classtime is over and on weekends. She has plenty of opportunity to keep her skills polished. If you wish her to have a more defined training regimen then we can do that, but I have not noticed her slacking off as yet, so that may be unnecessary."
Koizumi and Yuki both nod at this, once again the pride at their daughter's work ethic and sense of responsibility is evident, looking at their now re-composed daughter with smiles on their faces. Surpringly, Midori does in fact pipe up at this point, turning her body towards her parents and bowing her head slightly, observing proper respect even with her own family: "I will not fall behind on my practices. There are many here who are much better than me, and I did not wish to be left behind them. I must push myself harder and harder to match my friends, and for my own benefit as well." there is a definite note of fierceness in her voice at that - an unwillingness to submit to mediocrity, or to be second-best.
He returns his gaze to his colleagues, looking through them rather than at them. "And you said she disrespected you? I'm going to look for her. She... did not have a pleasant evening last night. Perhaps I can council her. If she will listen to me. Excuse me." with that, Vare departs in a hurry, taking his patchwork spellbook with him. He had already tried the arrows this morning, when Rena was Out... but now he was without her, the arrows wouldn't be of much use to him.
"Of course she will listen to you. You are her teacher, after all. God speed!" Mara sits back into his chair and goes back to sipping his tea.
"Apologies, Professor, for interrupting your conversation with Professor Vare. It was just a rather traumatic experience that needed to be addressed. Perhaps I could make it up to you, with some dashing conversation."
"Actually, want to see something really cool?" Mara's eyes glimmer with interest.
Jen heads back to sleep, her body tired from repairing the damage that the simulated Balors caused. She starts to flail in her sleep.
"...demons...stun...balors...styx...chaos...too many balors..."
Tyrrin raises an eyebrow to her lover, handing Oneiro's book to Jeran for the lycan's examination. "And you as well, Ghalen." she says soberly, motioning to her own book, 'Starkin', in his hand.Curious now, Tyrrin opens Ghalen's book, and reads it intently.
Nods and opens Tyrrin's book...
"Apologies, Professor, for interrupting your conversation with Professor Vare. It was just a rather traumatic experience that needed to be addressed. Perhaps I could make it up to you, with some dashing conversation."
"Not at all," Karish replies calmly. "Sounds like this isn't the first time Professor Vare and this particular student have been at odds, and discipline is understandably sometimes necessary. Hopefully it'll all be settled shortly." She did silently lament the loss of that particular conversation, but Vare had suggested that future exchanges of information were more than welcome... patience was one virtue she prided herself on being able to maintain.
"Actually, want to see something really cool?" Mara's eyes glimmer with interest.
"Sure. What did you have in mind?" She takes another bite out of her apple - now mostly gone - as she waits for him to respond or begin his performance.
as you beingin your movement through the "maze",the world begins to twist and reform behind you, incorporating everything into it. As a mintaour, however, you find your way through to the river Styx.
Reed pulls his axe off his back and dips the haft into the river while chanting to his godess to create a pathway across this deadly river.
melody looks at Roel
I want to help Ginni, but I'm not quite sure how. I think Ace should know. last I heard he went to town to take care of some attack or something.
Come on lets go check the wall and see if he is back yet.
Melody goes to the nearest wall and activates it looking to see if Ace is on school grounds or not.
stone begins to move, then you feel a force equal to several men pulling on your haft. The force only gets stronger as desperate souls try and pull their way out. Before something fishes them out, and changes them to this planes hideous denizens
melody looks at Roel
I want to help Ginni, but I'm not quite sure how. I think Ace should know. last I heard he went to town to take care of some attack or something.
Come on lets go check the wall and see if he is back yet.
Melody goes to the nearest wall and activates it looking to see if Ace is on school grounds or not.
"Alright then."
stone begins to move, then you feel a force equal to several men pulling on your haft. The force only gets stronger as desperate souls try and pull their way out. Before something fishes them out, and changes them to this planes hideous denizens
He begins to fight against the pull.
Vare attempts to navigate the corridors of the school while keeping a general direction towards Anahita... the hallways are not always how he expects though, still somewhat unfamiliar with the school as he is. Still, he will eventually make his way to her, presumably.
Given the nature of the school, unless it is a cruel beast, Vare soon finds himself walking up the hallway towards Anahita and Jaiye, who are idly standing in the halls, probably near some exit from the outside in.
Anahita peers over at seeing Vare and smiles warmly at his approach, actually looking him over a bit, then back to his face. Once he's near enough, she says happily, "Vare, unless you insist on the Miss part, it is good to see you again. I trust you are well?"
even with your ability, you can barely wrench your axe back from the warers. In the meantime, you manage to get ~60 ft of a sturdy bridge across the river.
even with your ability, you can barely wrench your axe back from the warers. In the meantime, you manage to get ~60 ft of a sturdy bridge across the river.
He continues, extending the bridge as needed.
even with your ability, you can barely wrench your axe back from the warers. In the meantime, you manage to get ~60 ft of a sturdy bridge across the river.He continues, extending the bridge as needed.
"Apologies, Professor, for interrupting your conversation with Professor Vare. It was just a rather traumatic experience that needed to be addressed. Perhaps I could make it up to you, with some dashing conversation.""Not at all," Karish replies calmly. "Sounds like this isn't the first time Professor Vare and this particular student have been at odds, and discipline is understandably sometimes necessary. Hopefully it'll all be settled shortly." She did silently lament the loss of that particular conversation, but Vare had suggested that future exchanges of information were more than welcome... patience was one virtue she prided herself on being able to maintain.
"Actually, want to see something really cool?" Mara's eyes glimmer with interest."Sure. What did you have in mind?" She takes another bite out of her apple - now mostly gone - as she waits for him to respond or begin his performance.
"I always sensed that you would be someone who would appreciate this." Professor Mara swiftly uncovered the parcel that he had rested on the table, revealing a brain suspended in a magical glass container. "This is the brain of the human form of my former rival, archmage Bakasura. At least, that's what he called himself in his community. This is a really beautiful specimen and my greatest accomplishment, back from the days of my youth"
"You see, Baka was always a skilled shapeshifter and illusionist. He would replace a respected member of the community by essentially subsuming the body and keeping the mind dominated in the brain. That way, magic would be fooled and the knowledge of the old mind remained. Through my magical trickery, I fooled him into thinking that I would provide the townspeople with spells that could detect the presence of two closely-intertwined minds inside a single body. He responded by binding himself more firmly to the soul of the scholar inhabiting the body, whose name I can't quite remember, to fool the divination magic...Anyways, the paranoia, that I inspired, drove him to bind himself too tightly and as a result, he now required a physical body to sustain him and perform his magic."
Professor Mara takes out a model of a brain from his briefcase. "You see, the brain is divided up into zones that most humanoid races use to harness magic. Here in the fore-brain are the cognition skills required to harness arcane power. Back here, around a centimeter deep, is the limbic cortex, which is responsible for delusions and ironically, most divine magic." He picks up the glass brain-jar and turns it around to give her a better look. The brain appears to have a few sections precisely removed in clean blocks, in the areas that he had mentioned earlier were used for arcane magic. "After I defeated him in battle, I carefully excised the parts of the brain most responsible for battle magics. Unfortunately it's diminished his usefulness, but at least he can still use divination and limited telepathy. Plus, I can carry him around safely and he can enjoy the rest of life in quiet contemplation. Cool, right?"
Given the nature of the school, unless it is a cruel beast, Vare soon finds himself walking up the hallway towards Anahita and Jaiye, who are idly standing in the halls, probably near some exit from the outside in.
Anahita peers over at seeing Vare and smiles warmly at his approach, actually looking him over a bit, then back to his face. Once he's near enough, she says happily, "Vare, unless you insist on the Miss part, it is good to see you again. I trust you are well?"
Upon his first spotting of her, standing there with a being that appeared to be - to him - a hyena standing on it's back legs and walking like a human. Of course, he doesn't bat an eye at this, for this was perhaps one of the more mundane projections he had seen in his life. His expression which can been seen at a distance as he approaches is one of concern, and then it changes to one of slight confusion as Anahita addresses him happily. He blinks several times, stopping short - obviously this was not the reaction he was expecting.
His robes and hair do not appear to have changed much from the preivous night - the hair still looking unkept, but the robes do appear slightly rumpled, as if he had slept in them. A faint impression of hair growing on back on his cheeks can be seen - obviously he has not yet tended to his hygiene yet this morning. There is a faint scent of sweat about him, though not overpowering, even to Jaiye's sensitive nose. After all, it was only the one evening.
"Er-" he stumbles momentarily, a symptom of the unexpected perky greeting from Anahita. "I had meant it as a way of respect, Anahita." he says of her comments regarding the 'Miss'. "I am well enough, I suppose, all things considered. I am glad to see you again as well... I feared that you would not enjoy my presence again after the disaster of last night." He says that last part without inflection, a sign of his worry no doubt. Emotions on his sleeve right now, apparently. Of course, he has momentarily forgotten the task which had brought him here... perhaps because of relief at hearing her happiness. Either way, he continues on. "I admit... I lost my temper with the Headmaster after you departed, and perhaps that should have been my initial reaction to his intrusion. I hope you can forgive me for the mistakes I made in that regard last night."
Jaiye nods. "Yeah I can wait. It's not like I have somewhere to be in a hurry after all. Thanks. Again."There is a nod and a quick hug, and Anahita says, "I shall return immediately-- you must think of twenty five words or less to express to Ehos, which I will send for you. Returning briefly, I assure you."
Anahita literally vanishes for ..well, three to six seconds, and then reappears. She appears to be completely the same, just the disappearing act, without sound or indication of doing so.
Upon returning, she smiles and asks, "Well? I am ready to cast this. He will hear it, though I do not expect him to reply, due to his silence issues."
There's a warm smile on Anahita's face when she finishes, glancing off briefly to where the arrows had pointed before at Vare, then back to Jaiye.
Jaiye nods and counts off the words as she speaks. "I want to talk to you. I need you to explain. Meet me in the observatory as soon as possible."
you get about 180 ft out, still 320 ft left to go. The hands grasp at the sides of the bridge, and begin to tear it down. You only have a moment to decide what to do next.
Shaking his head. "I'm not sure how you can. I mean it just I have seen all the evil those creatures have caused where I came from. So many lives lost to the hoards of demons that plagued my home. I can just become indifferent to them. If I did it would be like spitting on the graves of all those who have died by there evil acts."He turns away from Ori. "After I left my order I joined a army of demon hunters that protected my world from demons that invaded. There I saw more death than I ever had before. The fort I was stationed at fell to an army of demons. Everyone I knew there died in three days of the battle. I was the only survivor of the battle." He voice trails off as he remembers the last words of those he fought beside.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"I know it probably doesn't help right now, but the demon children you'll meet here are trying to change, to turn away from that nature. Accepting them isn't at all the same thing as accepting their 'kind'."
Gathers up Tyrrin's and his books. He hands his to Tyrrin.
"If you please, My Lady." he does not read hers however, unless she bids him to.Tyrrin raises an eyebrow to her lover, handing Oneiro's book to Jeran for the lycan's examination. "And you as well, Ghalen." she says soberly, motioning to her own book, 'Starkin', in his hand.
Curious now, Tyrrin opens Ghalen's book, and reads it intently.
Jeran glanced at Oneiro's book. "More of the same crap I would expect," he said tersely. "I think the description becomes longer and more accurate once you read your own book. Trying to rattle us. Playing on our fears."
Nods and opens Tyrrin's book...
Tyrrin Starkin is an adolescent elf, of one-hundred and seventeen Agarthan years of age. She has shoulder-length dark hair, the colour of the late-evening sky. Her eyes are dark as well, and she stands at middling height for an elf of her age and gender. She doesn't always eat well, and so is slender and fairly flat-chested.She is under the effects of a powerful curse, which amplifies her already-powerful sky-based magic at the expense of Agartha's planetary wards, from which they drain the energy to fuel her manipulation of the sky.
She is rather taken with a young human man by the name of Ghalen Firesoul, a fact which she finds difficult to accept at times, as it reveals that she is in fact vulnerable to such things. And if there is one thing Tyrrin dislikes, it is feeling vulnerable.
Ghalen Kiln
Once considered one of most promising young inquisitors of the Draconic Empire, he has turned his back on the people that created him and trained him, and the dragon master that entrusted him with his soul.
Now the misguided young man defends a world that has no hope of survival, and pledges his skills and his heart to an elf maid that only sees him as a tool to use.
Ever a pragmatist, he will return to the fold. It is only a matter of time.
Tyrrin snaps another book shut for the second time in as many minutes, though this time in anger. "My initial assessment was correct - these books are simply a tool to push us apart. I, for one, will not be duped by such trickery. Let us store them and be rid of their poisonous influence, and their lies. I agree with Jeran - they only seek to manipulate us." the anger in her voice at that was apparent, but she takes a few deep breaths, calming herself quickly. She takes Ghalen's hand and squeezes it. The seed of doubt had been sewn though - he didn't truly believe that she thought of him only as a tool... did he?
She shakes her head, trying to clear away those distracting thoughts, and hands Ghalen's book to Tybalt for storage.
Renkai runs his fingers through his hair, as he does it shortens and darkens, until it is a short spiky cut and then goes to melody, no cloak in sight
"melody! What do you think?"
"Heh. These books are our biggest fans." He comments slightly immused by this 'obstacle.'
"Still I am curious as to how they got this information, but I agree that the books, though well informed, are rather opiniated, and biased, and rather petty," he mentally grumbles, pyromanicial indeed, you burn down one alchemy shop, and they never let you live it down, I was freaking twelve, I wanted to see what it looked like, and I was right it looked awesome, green and purple flames, while not exactly projected, his thoughts are very surface, easy to read even if you aren't explicitly trying to. "So what is our next step, then?"
Upon his first spotting of her, standing there with a being that appeared to be - to him - a hyena standing on it's back legs and walking like a human. Of course, he doesn't bat an eye at this, for this was perhaps one of the more mundane projections he had seen in his life. His expression which can been seen at a distance as he approaches is one of concern, and then it changes to one of slight confusion as Anahita addresses him happily. He blinks several times, stopping short - obviously this was not the reaction he was expecting.
His robes and hair do not appear to have changed much from the preivous night - the hair still looking unkept, but the robes do appear slightly rumpled, as if he had slept in them. A faint impression of hair growing on back on his cheeks can be seen - obviously he has not yet tended to his hygiene yet this morning. There is a faint scent of sweat about him, though not overpowering, even to Jaiye's sensitive nose. After all, it was only the one evening.
"Er-" he stumbles momentarily, a symptom of the unexpected perky greeting from Anahita. "I had meant it as a way of respect, Anahita." he says of her comments regarding the 'Miss'. "I am well enough, I suppose, all things considered. I am glad to see you again as well... I feared that you would not enjoy my presence again after the disaster of last night." He says that last part without inflection, a sign of his worry no doubt. Emotions on his sleeve right now, apparently. Of course, he has momentarily forgotten the task which had brought him here... perhaps because of relief at hearing her happiness. Either way, he continues on. "I admit... I lost my temper with the Headmaster after you departed, and perhaps that should have been my initial reaction to his intrusion. I hope you can forgive me for the mistakes I made in that regard last night."
Glancing between Jaiye who just spoke to him about her desires with Ehos and Vare who just walked up, Anahita reaches over and slips an arm into Vare's while pressing slightly against him with her side.
"You have nothing to seek forgiveness of me for, Professor Vare. As for my teasing you with the Miss, I apologize, I did not realize you meant it as a respectful gesture. I have no titles, though, I suppose I should have said. Your fears are noted, yet, I assure you," said with a warm smile and a bit of a pressing against his arm she's wrapped around now, "I only hold you against me, and not anything /you/ have done. In fact, I am .. moving past that evening, and what I learned from it. I have learned quite a bit, much in thanks to Jaiye here. Have you two met? Please speak with her a few moments, I have a spell to cast for her. You inspired me to do this." Leaning up, she gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, being only 5'6" in height with her sandals.
Then, she steps off to the side and in a series of verbal and somatic gestures, takes the necessary ten minutes to cast the very spell Vare used on her last night to Ehos.
Unless Ehos is in another dimension and even then there's a great chance of him receiving this, the message is as follows:
"Jaiye wants to talk to you. She needs you to explain. Meet her in the observatory as soon as possible."
Once that is done, she seems to still be waiting to hear a response, as allowed, if any. Though, she realizes, it might not happen due to his imposed silence.
Tybalt picks up the stray thoughts through their mental link and float two inches further from Dave. . . .
Ghalen actually snickers after reading Tyrrin's. He sqeezes her hand back.
"Less than flattering, My Lady! Written as if by a jealous female rival..." he grins at Tyrrin. "How are we supposed to take these seriously?"
Stoic as always, he doesn't seem to be riled by what he has read. He also hands Tyrrin's book to Tybalt.
"Although, if their purpose was merely to slow us down, they have succeeded."
"And quite the beautiful flower she is." Repp says, bowing to the pair with a practiced ease."Repparyn is my name, but please, do not mind me. You are here to see Ginni. I would not wish to interfere with that. She is in need of friends at the moment."Dom glances to the smaller man. "Oh. Good morning. Sorry for interupting. Tami is just really worried for Ginni and I don't blame her." Dom thinks about Repp's question. "I would say we have been having an ok day. Today there has been too much pain to othes that we have seen." He tells him with a slight tone of regret.
"So I'm Dom Waverider and this gorgeuos flower is Tamina." He motions and smiles to Tami as he does introductions. "May I was your name?
Tami knelt down beside Ginni and hugged her, which started another wave of tears from the young half-succubus.
"Shh. It's okay, Ginni. I don't care what any of those people say about you. You're my best friend and I'm not going to turn my back on you."
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"I know it probably doesn't help right now, but the demon children you'll meet here are trying to change, to turn away from that nature. Accepting them isn't at all the same thing as accepting their 'kind'."
Turning back to her. "I can't believe that. So many have fallen pray to ruses of there kind. So trusting a demon will take some time for me, if it's even possible." He tells her with sorrowful eyes.
"Is that everyone? Shall we press in then? Should I scout more?
I just noticed that Pyry isn't here. Is he OK?"
He stows the books as they come and looks for a way out that isn't the way he came. Invisible of course.
Koizumi and Yuki both nod at this, once again the pride at their daughter's work ethic and sense of responsibility is evident, looking at their now re-composed daughter with smiles on their faces. Surpringly, Midori does in fact pipe up at this point, turning her body towards her parents and bowing her head slightly, observing proper respect even with her own family: "I will not fall behind on my practices. There are many here who are much better than me, and I did not wish to be left behind them. I must push myself harder and harder to match my friends, and for my own benefit as well." there is a definite note of fierceness in her voice at that - an unwillingness to submit to mediocrity, or to be second-best.
Ephebe smiled. She appreciated Midori's ambition. It was something she could relate to. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Please excuse the interruption. I believe this is important," she said, apologetically. "Come in," she called out, and the door swung open to reveal Sun and Sara.
Turning back to her. "I can't believe that. So many have fallen pray to ruses of there kind. So trusting a demon will take some time for me, if it's even possible." He tells her with sorrowful eyes."I'm sorry," she said softly.
"I know it probably doesn't help right now, but the demon children you'll meet here are trying to change, to turn away from that nature. Accepting them isn't at all the same thing as accepting their 'kind'."
"You're far from the only person here with trust issues...after you hear a few of the horror stories about things done by humans and other sentients...let's just say that I find it hard to hate one group in particular more than the others."
"Hi Mrs.Ephebe. Hi Midori. Hi other people. Are we interrupting?"
The small girl hops into the doorway.
Her black curly hair bounces off of her shoulders for a moment and falls back. She wears the basic Avalon uniform with a small otter poking out of the shirt pocket. A messenger bag is slung across her shoulder and a black and white teddy bear with a missing eye pokes out of the top. Ephebe will recognize it as the one she gave her. Sans un ohjo.
"Just one thing. Doubt grows on ignorance. If there's something you read in someone else's book that makes you doubt them, talk to them about it. Maybe not right now, but don't just stew on it. If there's something you read in your own book that makes you doubt yourself, talk to someone you trust about it. Other than that, yeah, let's keep searching and see what we can come up with. If we're finding the traps at least we're moving in the right direction."
"Hi Mrs.Ephebe. Hi Midori. Hi other people. Are we interrupting?"
The small girl hops into the doorway.
Her black curly hair bounces off of her shoulders for a moment and falls back. She wears the basic Avalon uniform with a small otter poking out of the shirt pocket. A messenger bag is slung across her shoulder and a black and white teddy bear with a missing eye pokes out of the top. Ephebe will recognize it as the one she gave her. Sans un ohjo.
"Hello, Sara. I am in the middle of a conference at the moment. Is this extremely urgent?"