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"You say that now," she joked. "It's the little bad habits that get the most irritating over time." But he can tell that she seems to be feeling better about it.
Raelle pops the first tray of cookies into the oven and they keep on until all of the batter is used up and the smell of burnt cookies fills the apartment.

As they put the last of the cookies onto a plate, Pyra came out of her room, still looking a little sleepy.

Chara giggled. "You're all silly. Less talking! More cookie making!" she decreed, grabbing a scoop from Raelle and digging into the batter, then holding it up for Ignace to level off for her. She already knew better than to argue with Raelle about cookie baking directions.

Ardiente 'Scorch' wrote:

Ardiente sighs dramatically "I'm so misunderstood." He says, barely containing a grin.

He stands a bit out of the way while the girls get everything set up, though he will offer to help if any of them appear to need an assist.

The girls clearly know what they're doing and the counter is covered with ingredients and tools in no time flat. Raelle gets the oven heating, while Ignace starts the instructions.

"Alright, to start we need two cups of flour," she said bossily. "Chara, show him which measuring cup to use."

Chara handed him a measuring cup and slid the flour container towards him. "Don't worry," she said cheerfully. "It's not hard. Except cracking the eggs. That's pretty hard. And if you get the ratios off, watch out. Then you have to listen to a lecture from Raelle because you messed up the recipe equation."

Raelle del Sol wrote:

Ignace's tears finally stopped around the same time as Chara's story finished. Raelle sent Ignace to the bathroom to clean up and headed to the kitchen.

"Hey, you two. Sounds like you're having a good time in here. Since Mom is still sleeping, how about we make a batch of feel-better cookies? Chara, you should go and tell Ignace that's what we're doing."
As soon as Chara ran off, excited about cookies, Raelle hugged Ardiente. "Thanks for being here. I don't think I could have handled both of them by myself."

He hugs her back "You're quite welcome, though to be honest, there's few other places I would rather be than with you and your family."

He lets that sink in for a few moments, then says "So, baking cookies. I don't think I've ever taken part in such an activity."

"You've never made cookies?!" Chara demands, shocked, as she returns to the kitchen with Ignace in tow. "Well, you need to learn then."

Ardiente smiles to Fieri as she leaves "Thank you, and yea, I'll see what I can do to help out. Good luck, I get the feeling you might need it" With that, he goes inside, and greets Rae and Chara "Hey yourself, you're looking rather well. Hi Chara, of course I'll tell you a story. In fact, why don't you join me in the kitchen while I eat"

He proceeds to tell her an epic story of brave knights, pretty princesses, scary monsters and a happy ending. He does his best to sprinkle some age appropriate, goofy humor, trying to get Chara to laugh.

He knows that he's got her attention when she starts suggesting changes to the story, making it more and more ridiculous as it goes. (In Chara's version the pirates need to be rescued from the princess and her knights with help from the scary monsters.)

"Yes, I know all of my stories are boring and you've heard them all before," Raelle said, exasperated. "Maybe if you ask him nicely, Ardiente can tell you a story. After he's had some breakfast." She smiled up at Ardiente. "Hey. There's pancakes on the counter. None of us were very hungry this morning. Please help yourself."

Chara looked up with big, tearful eyes. "And then will you tell me a story? Please?" she asked pathetically.

"what? positive stuff hurts? was that what he was using earlier?"

"Yep," Chara said cheerfully before turning back to the door. "Never mind, Miss Trurow. We fixed the oopsie."

"I don't think he heard you. He... just walked in." Gareth explains slowly as he sits up and checks out his healed injuries. "That was really fast though!"

"Yay! You look lots better!" she said happily before running to the door and yelling, "Miss Trurow! Miss Trurow, we had an oopsie! Well, sort of an oopsie. It was good for Gareth and bad for Grim. He needs help now."

Chara del Sol wrote:

Gareth Myrrdin wrote:

Gareth waved happily and smiled broadly despite how it hurt him.

"I didn't think you'd come! Thanks!"

"It's way better when friends come and wait with you," Chara said sagely, the expert on recovering from injuries. "So what happened?" she asked curiously, hopping onto a chair beside the bed. "It made a majorly awesome explosion, but I bet it hurt lots," she finished quickly, trying to temper her enthusiasm with sympathy.

Vis, upon seeing the still hurt Gareth, walks over near him.

"Sorry to interrupt, but... Do either of you have any issues with postive energy?"

"Only if I'm already broken. Sometimes it makes me heal wrong, and then we have to start over and do it right with fire. But I'm fine now, so it shouldn't hurt me if you're planning to do something to make Gareth feel better."

Gareth waved happily and smiled broadly despite how it hurt him.

"I didn't think you'd come! Thanks!"

"It's way better when friends come and wait with you," Chara said sagely, the expert on recovering from injuries. "So what happened?" she asked curiously, hopping onto a chair beside the bed. "It made a majorly awesome explosion, but I bet it hurt lots," she finished quickly, trying to temper her enthusiasm with sympathy.

Chara del Sol wrote:

Vis Niyambi wrote:

Chara del Sol wrote:

Vis Niyambi wrote:

".... Friends? But I just... Met her. I didn't think I was making trouble. Just... Explaining that... Oh, whatever. So, uh. Correct me if I'm wrong, but... You said you break easy, right? I might be able to help, just a little."

"Yeah, my bones are super fragile. And I'll take whatever help I can get," she added with a cheerful grin. "It's not easy being a breakable daredevil," she added with a mournful sigh.

Vis beams at the chance to help someone, quickly taking out a paper and pen, along with a small peice of wood, and covers the page with elaborate symbols in mere seconds, before picking up the wood, and changing into firebird form and carving similar symbols into the wood with his talons. Naturally, this is taking significantly longer.

Vis is a bright yellow firebird, as an FYI.

Chara watches, being really, really quiet. Or as close an approximation as she can manage. She might be humming a little. But that doesn't really count. It's not like it's actually loud. She was a little jealous when he changed into a bird. She'd always wanted to do that, but her bones couldn't handle the transformation.

Vis finishes carving, before turning humanoid again, and wrapping the wood in the prayer scroll, and wrapping the whole thing in a bit of cloth he tears off from his robe, before taking a string and tying the cloth off- offering the cloth amulet to chara.

"It's an omamori of my paper armor spell. Keep it on you, and it should help protect you from harm... Though, it might get you few odd looks. I hope it helps things from hurting as bad, at least."

paper armor is DR 3/-, DR 5/- agaisnt internals. It, naturally, clothes it's user in flexible prayer scrolls as armor.

"Ooh, neat! It's a dolly!" she said, examining it happily.

Just then Nurse Trurow came back. "Gareth said that he would be happy to have you two come to his room and wait with him while he finishes healing."

"I bet he's bored," Chara said solemnly, all too familiar with the pain of waiting for healing magic.

"Yes, well, let's not be so entertaining that he gets hurt again, alright?"

"Of course we won't," Chara said indignantly, before trotting off after Nurse Trurow, trusting that Vis will follow. "Hi, Gareth," she chirped once they got to his room.

Chara del Sol wrote:

Vis Niyambi wrote:

".... Friends? But I just... Met her. I didn't think I was making trouble. Just... Explaining that... Oh, whatever. So, uh. Correct me if I'm wrong, but... You said you break easy, right? I might be able to help, just a little."

"Yeah, my bones are super fragile. And I'll take whatever help I can get," she added with a cheerful grin. "It's not easy being a breakable daredevil," she added with a mournful sigh.

Vis beams at the chance to help someone, quickly taking out a paper and pen, along with a small peice of wood, and covers the page with elaborate symbols in mere seconds, before picking up the wood, and changing into firebird form and carving similar symbols into the wood with his talons. Naturally, this is taking significantly longer.

Vis is a bright yellow firebird, as an FYI.

Chara watches, being really, really quiet. Or as close an approximation as she can manage. She might be humming a little. But that doesn't really count. It's not like it's actually loud. She was a little jealous when he changed into a bird. She'd always wanted to do that, but her bones couldn't handle the transformation.

Chara del Sol wrote:

The nurse rolled her eyes. "Well, I can see you're fitting in just fine. No wonder you're friends with this little troublemaker," she said with an exasperated smile for Chara. "I'll go and see what room your other friend is in. Just wait right there and no funny business," she warned.

"We'll be good, Miss Trurow," Chara chirped.

"I'll believe that when I see it," the nurse muttered to herself as she walked away.

".... Friends? But I just... Met her. I didn't think I was making trouble. Just... Explaining that... Oh, whatever. So, uh. Correct me if I'm wrong, but... You said you break easy, right? I might be able to help, just a little."

"Yeah, my bones are super fragile. And I'll take whatever help I can get," she added with a cheerful grin. "It's not easy being a breakable daredevil," she added with a mournful sigh.

Chara del Sol wrote:

Her grip is loose at best and will let go at the slightest sign of resistance because of her breakable nature, but she keeps up a steady stream of chatter as she leads Vis through the after-hours entrance to the infirmary from the elementary school...the one that goes past but not into Miss Zamarosok's office.

"Hello," she said, flagging down a nurse as soon as they were there. "Our friend just accidentally blew himself up so we're here to fetch him back once he's all better."
The nurse chuckled in spite of herself. "Of course, Chara. And what is your friend's name?"
"Ummm.....Gareth...I think. He's a new friend. We were only just introduced."
The nurse gave Chara a severe look. "You didn't talk him into doing anything dangerous, did you?"
"No....ummmm......maybe? Just a little bit...."

"Wen you think about it, not really."

Vis shifts his wieght from food to foot.
"The main definition of "Dangrous" is that the action is likely to have adverse consequences, but.. Well, from what I know of this place, that wasn't really the case. After all, if this infermary fixes everything up before it gets too bad to have true consequences, then things that this place can fix aren't truly "dangerous", are they?"
Vis pauses in his rant.
"But, uh. I suppose that's just being overly picky about what the word actuslly means."

The nurse rolled her eyes. "Well, I can see you're fitting in just fine. No wonder you're friends with this little troublemaker," she said with an exasperated smile for Chara. "I'll go and see what room your other friend is in. Just wait right there and no funny business," she warned.

"We'll be good, Miss Trurow," Chara chirped.

"I'll believe that when I see it," the nurse muttered to herself as she walked away.

Chara del Sol wrote:

Vis Niyambi wrote:

Chara del Sol wrote:

"I'm gonna go to the infirmary then. It's always nice when there's someone waiting for you when you get done getting patched up. Anyone wanna come with?"

Vis nods.

"I figure I might as well. Just in case I'm needed..."

"Great! Come on, then, we should hurry. They patch people up super quick!" she said, grabbing Vis's hand and pulling gently.

Vis is "drug" along, following after chara.

Her grip is loose at best and will let go at the slightest sign of resistance because of her breakable nature, but she keeps up a steady stream of chatter as she leads Vis through the after-hours entrance to the infirmary from the elementary school...the one that goes past but not into Miss Zamarosok's office.

Chara del Sol wrote:

"I'm gonna go to the infirmary then. It's always nice when there's someone waiting for you when you get done getting patched up. Anyone wanna come with?"

Vis nods.

"I figure I might as well. Just in case I'm needed..."

"Great! Come on, then, we should hurry. They patch people up super quick!" she said, grabbing Vis's hand and pulling gently.

"I'm gonna go to the infirmary then. It's always nice when there's someone waiting for you when you get done getting patched up. Anyone wanna come with?"

Lang Fei wrote:

Lang shows Gareth where everyone is. and makes some introductions. he offers Gareth some of his dinner.

"Is it okay if I try and make food? I can't really figure out my magic really well, but I've been seeing a spell lately I'm pretty sure makes food. Only thing is I might end up in the infirmary if I can't do it right..."

[dice=DC]18+3d4 Uh oh. That's gonna be difficult.

"Oh, that'll be okay. They're super nice in the infirmary. I end up there all the time," Chara said breezily.

Chara del Sol wrote:

"I have Charzine's Syndrome," she said matter-of-factly. "Since we didn't live on the sun, I didn't get the right medicine soon enough and now my bones break super easy. Phaezeriel...he's the nice demon who runs the infirmary...anyways, he's supposed to be working on some kind of treatment that will make it better, but it's really complicated. Nobody's ever been able to cure it before."

"Hey, do you want the rest of my charcoal....I thought I was hungrier than I actually was. Don't worry if you don't. Phaedra will eat it if you don't, but she'll pretend that she isn't and try to sneak pieces because she's worried about getting fat."

"I... Uhm. I guess I can?"

Vis holds out a hand to take some of the charcoal.
"And... I might be able to help a little bit with your Problem. Only a little, but... Better then nothing?"

"I'll take any help I can get," she said brightly, handing him a generous portion of charcoal. "Ooh, what's going on up there? I think that's Grandma Ryleh...she's the biggest dragon. She doesn't go flying very often...."

Chara del Sol wrote:

Vis Niyambi wrote:

vis, upon being acknowledged, smiles.

"Hello! So, Uhm. What are we up to?"
vis's foot taps nervously, fidgeting a bit.

"Mostly talking and eating so far, but we're gonna play a super fun game in a little bit. You can play too! Well, might be easier for you anyways. I don't know. I've never asked you if you can fly. I can't fly on my own cause if I try my wings just crumple up all broken. But I am not giving up! Not me! I love to do all kinds of stunts and stuff. So Lang is gonna make these balls of air that I can bounce around in and do fun tricks! It'll be great! You should play too."

"You, Uhm... You get hurt easy?"

Vis is following along, and kinda fidgeting.
"That doesn't sound quite like my kind of game... I can try, though! Might be nice."

"I have Charzine's Syndrome," she said matter-of-factly. "Since we didn't live on the sun, I didn't get the right medicine soon enough and now my bones break super easy. Phaezeriel...he's the nice demon who runs the infirmary...anyways, he's supposed to be working on some kind of treatment that will make it better, but it's really complicated. Nobody's ever been able to cure it before."

vis, upon being acknowledged, smiles.

"Hello! So, Uhm. What are we up to?"
vis's foot taps nervously, fidgeting a bit.

"Mostly talking and eating so far, but we're gonna play a super fun game in a little bit. You can play too! Well, might be easier for you anyways. I don't know. I've never asked you if you can fly. I can't fly on my own cause if I try my wings just crumple up all broken. But I am not giving up! Not me! I love to do all kinds of stunts and stuff. So Lang is gonna make these balls of air that I can bounce around in and do fun tricks! It'll be great! You should play too."

Hearing Gareth's name Sun comes over, I remember meeting a boy by that name. he was speaking another language to some bird thing, Viskra was her name, i believe.

Chara giggled. "Vriskra isn't a bird," she said. "I'm not sure what she is exactly. But it definitely isn't a bird. Gareth and Vriskra are friends. They're nice enough, but kinda quiet. I prefer more excitement in my life."

"Hey, Vis," she said waving wildly as she saw the boy from class. "Come play with us."

"He's pretty quiet too," she added in what was supposed to be a quiet aside, but wasn't as quiet as she'd meant it to be. "But he's one of the few people Phaedra isn't totally mean to."

Chara del Sol wrote:

Grim Jr. wrote:

"I could still play with you"

"No offense, Grim, but it's totally not the same," she said a little condescendingly. "You can't make the balls of air that let me do awesome tricks without getting broken."

Started rewatching Korra with the kidlet last night...Chara is basically a female version of Meelo. :P

grim looks mildly upset "I could use my ten- no I could drop you. I could . No that wouldn't work on you, or maybe . No uuuuuh Tarka has a thing that makes things that hurt you make you feel better and things that make you feel better hurt you. I don't know how long it lasts but she used it on the little dragon uh Lu? Lewis? Lucy? Something like that, anyway when the dragon was flying, maybe we could find her?"

"Wouldn't work," Chara said with an indifferent shrug. "Even if I can't feel the pain, the magic would still send me to the infirmary right away once my bones cracked. It always does. So I don't die and stuff."

"I could still play with you"

"No offense, Grim, but it's totally not the same," she said a little condescendingly. "You can't make the balls of air that let me do awesome tricks without getting broken."

Started rewatching Korra with the kidlet last night...Chara is basically a female version of Meelo. :P

"But Lang was going to play with me after dinner," Chara pouted.

Chara del Sol wrote:

Lang Fei wrote:

Phaedra Svarog wrote:

Phaedra glared at Ignace and then glared briefly at Lang. "Hello," she said stiffly to a spot just past Lang's ear.

Lang Bows at Phaedra, I am honored to meet you. he says respectfully.

Lang then turns back to Ignace, I am sorry about before, I have missed your company. Lang says as he walks with them to the Cafeteria.

He offers a hand to Chara, even offering to let her ride on Lang's shoulders if she wants.

Chara gladly climbs up on to his shoulders, turning to stick her tongue out at Phaedra.

"I hear that your ceremony went smoothly. I am glad. It is....for the best that I did not attend." Her posture was still a bit stiff and her speech formal, but she didn't seem to object to Lang's presence.

"Ignace got upset with some mean boys and went boom while you were gone. That's why she missed so many classes this week. It took days for the teacher to convince her it was safe for her to come back," Chara said with cheerful tactlessness.

Phaedra Svarog wrote:

Phaedra glared at Ignace and then glared briefly at Lang. "Hello," she said stiffly to a spot just past Lang's ear.

Lang Bows at Phaedra, I am honored to meet you. he says respectfully.

Lang then turns back to Ignace, I am sorry about before, I have missed your company. Lang says as he walks with them to the Cafeteria.

He offers a hand to Chara, even offering to let her ride on Lang's shoulders if she wants.

Chara gladly climbs up on to his shoulders, turning to stick her tongue out at Phaedra.

Lang looks thoughtfully at her logic, But you are a firebird, I don't think you will do well in water even if you could swim. So I really don't think that is a really good idea.

Lang sort of wants her to try and have some fun, but he also does not want to see her get hurt.

then he has an idea, How about this, you skate like you want to but instead of water I catch you in the air ball like this?

Chara stops to consider this. "Yeah, okay. That works way better. No chance of drowning. Yay! I know the perfect staircase too! It has an extra wide bannister, so I don't even have to find any plywood! And I get to fly through the air!" she agrees enthusiastically.

Chara del Sol wrote:

Chara shot out of the classroom suspiciously quickly once they were dismissed for the day. She had plans....plans that involved roller skates and a water slide.....

Lang was walking the halls, having finished a little earlier, He spies Chara bolting out of the classroom.

suspecting she was heading for trouble, Lang shoots out a ball of air tethered to his hand like a giant air yo-yo, engulfing Chara and brings her back to Lang.

Where are you off to in such a hurry? You know how easily you get hurt. he says trying to be "more responsible" yet at the same time still be a friend.

"But it's okay! I have a plan! See, it's bad when I skate down the stairs because I crash at the end, but if I skate down the water slide, it'll be fine because I'll land in the water which is way softer and I'll break hardly any bones. But I need to find a flotation device first because I can't swim," she admitted, bouncing up and down eagerly as best she can inside a giant ball of air.

Chara shot out of the classroom suspiciously quickly once they were dismissed for the day. She had plans....plans that involved roller skates and a water slide.....

Chara had gone to the door to see what had happened to Jacob. He'd been gone an awful long time. Her eyes got big when she saw the unfolding confrontation and when Ignace screamed she shouted, "EVERYBODY RUN!" in a surprisingly loud voice for such a little girl.

Chara del Sol wrote:

Jacob Forgehand wrote:

Jacob finally manages to wrangle a sentence out of his throat. "No! No, it's fine, don't do that. I was just... thinking." He sighs heavily. An intricate, yet jagged white scar is barely visible on his forehead. Anybody who looks at it gets a faint feeling of unease...

Jacob is fairly tall for his age- five foot three, maybe four-and has curly brown hair. He wears a black felt jacket with black slacks and a green scarf. His eyes are very strange-they constantly shift colors, and sometimes they hold strange designs within them. The young boy's posture suggests an introverted, shy kid.

"Well, whatever you're thinking about doesn't look like that much fun. Maybe you should try thinking about different things. Things that don't make you frown so much. Then you'll feel better because you'll be thinking about happy things," she said with the cheerful self-assurance of the very young.

Jacob gives a small smile. From the mouths of babes... he thinks to himself, then replies to Chara. "I suppose that makes sense. Pardon me, but what is your name?"

"Oh, did I forget to say? Sometimes I forget. I'm Chara," she said as she cheerfully stuffed her mouth full of food.

Jacob finally manages to wrangle a sentence out of his throat. "No! No, it's fine, don't do that. I was just... thinking." He sighs heavily. An intricate, yet jagged white scar is barely visible on his forehead. Anybody who looks at it gets a faint feeling of unease...

Jacob is fairly tall for his age- five foot three, maybe four-and has curly brown hair. He wears a black felt jacket with black slacks and a green scarf. His eyes are very strange-they constantly shift colors, and sometimes they hold strange designs within them. The young boy's posture suggests an introverted, shy kid.

"Well, whatever you're thinking about doesn't look like that much fun. Maybe you should try thinking about different things. Things that don't make you frown so much. Then you'll feel better because you'll be thinking about happy things," she said with the cheerful self-assurance of the very young.

Chara del Sol wrote:

Jacob's lunch is abruptly interrupted by a small red-headed girl with freckles and big blue eyes.

"Hi! You're new. I don't remember your name. I'm Chara. Do you like it here? I like it here. I get to play lots more than I did the last place we lived cause they have an infirmermery and you get whoosh sent straight there and they keep a blowtorch handy just for me. I'd shake your hand, but I can't, coz I'm fragile," she added, making a face. "I don't like being fragile. I want to get better so I can do stunts. On rollerskates. Well....anykind of wheels will do....or sleds.....ooh, I bet I could sled down the stairs. Just like when I did it with rollerskates but without the ramps but the sled would be like its own ramp and I bet it would be really bumpy....Want some charred cheese? Oh, wait, no, that would be bad for you. You're not a firebird. That's right. My food would make you sick. Well, never mind. There's lots of other kinds of food. And sometimes they have cookies. Chocolate chip are the best. They always remember to burn a few for me....Why aren't you eating? Isn't the food good? If you don't like what you should just say and they can help you find something else you know. The lunchladies here are really nice," she finished with all the earnestness and pent up energy of a golden retriever.

To put it bluntly, Jacob looks like he's been hit in the face with a cricket bat. No bruises or anything, but that general look you get when something just completely blindsides you.

While the perky little firebird girl is rambling, Jacob occasionally attempts to interject, but her cascade of words drowns out all of the "ah-"s and "um-"s.

When her little waterfall of words is finally over, Jacob expresses his entire feelings on the matter with one word: "Um..."

"It's okay. I can help you go ask if you feel nervous about it," she said with a cheerful smile. She seems oblivious to the idea that he could possibly be feeling overwhelmed by her. After all, she was only seven and so small for her age that she looked like a kindergartener. A small one. She couldn't possibly be intimidating.

Jacob's lunch is abruptly interrupted by a small red-headed girl with freckles and big blue eyes.
"Hi! You're new. I don't remember your name. I'm Chara. Do you like it here? I like it here. I get to play lots more than I did the last place we lived cause they have an infirmermery and you get whoosh sent straight there and they keep a blowtorch handy just for me. I'd shake your hand, but I can't, coz I'm fragile," she added, making a face. "I don't like being fragile. I want to get better so I can do stunts. On rollerskates. Well....anykind of wheels will do....or sleds.....ooh, I bet I could sled down the stairs. Just like when I did it with rollerskates but without the ramps but the sled would be like its own ramp and I bet it would be really bumpy....Want some charred cheese? Oh, wait, no, that would be bad for you. You're not a firebird. That's right. My food would make you sick. Well, never mind. There's lots of other kinds of food. And sometimes they have cookies. Chocolate chip are the best. They always remember to burn a few for me....Why aren't you eating? Isn't the food good? If you don't like what you should just say and they can help you find something else you know. The lunchladies here are really nice," she finished with all the earnestness and pent up energy of a golden retriever.

Skipped cheerfully down the hall, dragging Ignace along with her. Ignace was a bundle of nerves now that she knew going to the nurses office wasn't an option.

"Stop being so silly! Big sis is teaching class today! It can't be that bad with her in charge," she said, trying to encourage Ignace.

It wasn't entirely obvious where she got the wood to build the ramp, but she must have got it from somewhere. With pillows tied all around her body, the determined freckle-faced child, wisps of red hair sticking out from underneath her helmet, stepped to the top of the ramp she'd laid over the staircase and jumped on with both roller skates.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

She zoomed down the stairs and along the hallway past the cafeteria before crash landing against the doors to the big kid school with a sickening crunch.

"Totally worth it," she groaned before being whisked away to the infirmary.

Chara del Sol wrote:

Lang Fei wrote:

Lang waves to them as they leave and then takes his breakfast and heads to Ignace's family apartment.

knocking at the door waiting, and hoping she is feeling better today.

Chara answers the door looking cheerful. "Hi, Lang, did you come to eat breakfast with us?" she asks curiously.

Lang bows Hello Chara. Yes, if you will allow me. I would also like to see how Ignace is doing.

"She's still being a sleepyhead. She just woke up. She prolly won't come out of her room for a while yet. But you can come and eat with us anyways," she said stepping out of the way so he can come inside the apartment.

Lang waves to them as they leave and then takes his breakfast and heads to Ignace's family apartment.

knocking at the door waiting, and hoping she is feeling better today.

Chara answers the door looking cheerful. "Hi, Lang, did you come to eat breakfast with us?" she asks curiously.

Chara del Sol wrote:

Sun_Wukong wrote:

In the elementart wing in one of the rooms Sun is setting up some blankets as he is careing for a few of the younger kids while thier parents are dealing with the crisis.

several of them seem to be getting tired so Sun is looking for cots or whatever is used for nap time.

He finds a whole cupboard full of mats and blankets. Most of the children seem willing to lay down and rest, but Dara and Chara are both not willing to. Dara it seems is unable to relax and Chara is worried about trying to sleep on the floor. So instead the two are sitting at a table and coloring.

Sun gets the ones that are tired off to sleep. then goes to sit with Chara and Dara.

can I color too?

"Of course," Chara said with a bright smile, handing him a piece of paper. "We put the crayons in the center of the table so it's easy to share."

In the elementart wing in one of the rooms Sun is setting up some blankets as he is careing for a few of the younger kids while thier parents are dealing with the crisis.

several of them seem to be getting tired so Sun is looking for cots or whatever is used for nap time.

He finds a whole cupboard full of mats and blankets. Most of the children seem willing to lay down and rest, but Dara and Chara are both not willing to. Dara it seems is unable to relax and Chara is worried about trying to sleep on the floor. So instead the two are sitting at a table and coloring.

"Thank you, but i don't eat normal food, usually."

settro walks in the room, and looks over the kids.
"Sorry if i worried any of you."
he speaks as he takes a peice of cake.
"My shackles prevent me from being teleported."
he holds his hand above the cake for a moment, and burns it with a ray of fire.
"Here, chara."

"Thanks, Mr. Settro," she said happily with a big grin as she took the burnt cake and ate it eagerly. "Mmmm. Burnt frosting is the best!" she said with her mouth full.

Dara Jhiwoon wrote:

Dara looked around and nodded, coming out from where he'd been hiding behind the others.

Midori smiled and nodded, happy that her friends were doing better now. She graciously accepts a 'fizzy drink' from Carl, and takes a sip...

Only politeness prevented her from immediately spitting it out. It was /far/ too sweet. "Thank you, Carl-san, for the drink." she says sweetly, taking small, polite sips.

"The cake looks good," Chara said, practically drooling. "Do you think it would make me very sick if I just had a little piece of unburnt cake? I know I can't have fizzy drink. It smells water-based and I'd be throwing up all night if I drank it, but maybe the cake?"

"Where are we? Where is Sun and Mr.Settro?"

Sara seems slightly more afraid than she was in the dark, not knowing what was going on.

"I...I'm not sure. But wherever it is, there appears to be cake...." Chara looked around curiously at these new surroundings.

upon hearing the announcement Sun starts to try and escort Chara and Dara back to Chara's home

you should be safe there

"No, it's too far. We should go to he sewing room. It's closer and Sara and Midori are there," Chara piped up. "And there's lots of places to hide."

Chara del Sol wrote:

Chara shrugs. "I was so little when I got sick, I don't remember what it was like to not be breakable."

"And I'd rather be happy instead of miserable."

"Hai." Midori nods, finishing up the last of the measurements. "Alright, Cha-tan, you can go play with Dara-san and Sun-san now. Of course you're welcome to stay here as well."

We'll just say that Sun was waiting to see if Chara would come too. Fair?

"Okay, see you later," Chara said cheerfully running off after the others. Sitting still was simply not in her nature and she'd rather risk getting hurt than miss out on fun.

"You're very strong Cha-tan." Midori says, going about her measurements delicately, knowing that Chara was delicate. "You don't even cry when you get hurt badly. That's a kind of strength."

A little more quietly now, as the conversation was getting a bit more private. Midori sounds completely sincere when saying this: "Besides Cha-tan, you... you don't seem to get sad about your lot in life - you're so very hopeful and energetic despite everything. That's the best kind of strength. The kind of strength that can help other people see the good in themselves too."

Chara shrugs. "I was so little when I got sick, I don't remember what it was like to not be breakable."

"And I'd rather be happy instead of miserable."

Midori looks a little saddened by that, but she nods. "Hai, Lang-kun told us all about it. I wish I could have been there... but I don't think I would've helped at all. I would've just gotten in the way." A little despondent about that, but she's focused on her work. "I... need to be stronger Cha-tan. Everyone else is so far ahead of me. I need to work harder."

"I don't think working hard is bad, but you're pretty way far ahead of me...well, everybody is. Don't feel bad just cause somebody else is stronger than you. They're them and you're you...at least that's what my mama says."

"I wish I was stronger too," she added.

"Hai, sewing can be fun too! Cariban-san is really good at it, that's why we can do this without Ignace-chan's help. Don't tell her please Cha-tan. It should be a surprise!" Midori says excitedly as she helps Chara to pull out the bolt of fabric she had chosen. She can't quite repress a smile that comes with the overly-cute choice of pattern that Chara had made. "This will suit you nicely I think Cha-tan."

Midori begins to lay out the fabric as the other two are finishing up Sara's yukata. "Okay Cha-tan, stand on here please so I can take your measurements." she says, picking up the measuring tape.

Chara stood obediently like she was used to this, which she probably was.

"I'm not sure why, but Mama says that Ignace is not to be disturbed today. I guess things didn't go so great on her trip," Chara said while Midori measured her.

Chara del Sol wrote:

"I'm glad that Dara found out about your metal ability, Midori. That really made him feel better. Maybe now he'll start coming to class," Chara said cheerfully.

"Ooh, pretty....are we gonna make one for me too? Can mine be yellow? Like sunflowers?"

"I've never felt excited about my ability before Chara-chan! I was always so scared I would lose control but I think if Dara-san and I practice together we won't have much to worry about!" Midori says happily as she goes to retrieve her shuriken from the wall where Dara has implanted them.

"Hai! Let's look for some patterns in here, and we need to take some measurements so we know we're making the right size!"

"That's even better. It helps you and Dara," Chara said enthusiastically.

"Wow, Sara is really into this sewing thing, huh? She concentrates on it almost as much as Ignace."

Chara looked through the patterns until she found one that had white ducks on a bright yellow background. "This one! I like this one best."