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Jacob spends most of the rest of his day researching lamir more extensively, albeit at a more sedate pace as the immediate crisis was averted. What he found... surprised him. A whispered secret in his ear told him how to hide his thoughts from Roxie. After all, she would be somewhat distressed by the wider implications of her covenant with Miss Sunwake, and he was not one to cause a lady (no matter her horrific true form, vulgarity, or callousness) undue distress.

He retires at a reasonable hour, and has a pleasant, dreamless sleep, awakening in the morning with slightly more pep in his step now that he knew the nature of the being inhabiting his mind.

Jacob nods. "Yes, that would be... appreciated. Um, how would setting roommates work with a third, independent entity that occasionally manifests itself in the material?"

I don't really think that there's much more to do in the Jacob/Ephebe scene. Should we move on?

"Yes," Jacob says simply, sighing. "I... Where should we go from here, then? I believe that both Roxie and I would rather like to not spend the rest of my life together. I know that wishcraft is really hard to dispel, though-somehow-so how should we go about... this?"

Jacob smiles wanly. "I believe I read somewhere that humanoids have within them more capacity for horrendous evil and selfless good, often at the same time, than the greatest of celestials and fiends. Most of those demons and angels and such are just doing their jobs, after all, but humans are the ones with the choice. I... I think I'll keep the memories, if just to remind me of that."

Jacob shakes and shivers from inside the blanket. "That... that was an experience," he says weakly, sipping from the tea. "I... Well, it appears that Sir Ethar is blocking memories of... of that. Which is a, a good thing, I suppose." The boy deeply breathes in some of the steam wafting from the tea, before taking another sip. "I... I still remember some things, though. That was..." he clenches his hand. "I don't know what was worse. The things that Roxie did, or the things that the scientists did."

Jacob nods. "Alright. If it's, um, any consolation, Roxie, I think one of them has taken a shine to you?" He points awkwardly at his head, then slams the button.

Jacob nods and somewhat awkwardly buckles on the helmet. After a few brief seconds of humming, a flash of red light reveals... Well, Ephebe concludes that this is what a stereotypical punk must look like from Jacob's rather sheltered perspective, with some fiendish features tacked on. Blazing green mohawk, tattered leather jacket, eyeshadow under pitch-black eyes, a pair of curling horns, ash grey skin... The lamir looks down at the body it's been provided with, and with a wave adds some more... feminine features. She then snaps her fingers, and...

Jacob slumps. "I suppose I'm going to be living with them for a while, aren't I?... I suppose I'd at least learn their name, then. Perhaps we can establish terms of rent?"

"His name, is, hm. Dgogo, I believe. A... glabrezu, it's called, right? One who eventually, through sheer tenacity, planning, and brute force when necessary, ascended to demon lord status." Jacob shrugs.

Jacob's mouth opens and closes as he parses the information. "....that would explain my instincts to either flee in terror or bow down and grovel whenever I see you. I always thought that was odd." Jacob pauses, choosing his next words with care. "From what I understand of how... this happened, finding a way to separate me and the Lamir may be somewhat difficult. As they were bolted onto my soul with wish magic. Um, apparently, there's a demon lord who takes particular delight in corrupting the wishes of innocent children." Jacob's hands shake slightly. "Such as the wish to not be torn to pieces by your zombified neighbors. Suffice to say, I may be responsible for the devastation of some areas of Kuros. Some of the excess abyssal energy may have lead to the the teleportation to and from, and subsequent destruction of an elven settlement."

"Um, yes! The cookies were... delicious. Although you probably need to add at least some sort of variable taste in there, every single one had the exact same taste and texture and-" Jacob blinks. "I'm, uh, rambling. Sorry, ma'am. So, ah, I found something... troubling while I was... was... researching demonology. Not to summon them! No! It was to learn more about the... Lamir, apparently, that lives inside of me. You know about that, right?"

Is this too much? Sorry, this is my first time trying out a 'plotline' for Avalon.

Reminder: Jacob is still waiting in Ephebe's office.

Meanwhile...

Jacob finishes his cookie and is about to reach for another one, before sighing, pulling his hand back, and twiddling his thumbs.

Reminder: Jacob is nibbling on cookies in Ephebe's office, waiting to talk with her.

I assume that there were at least two off-screen apocalyptic events during the last week :P

Jacob reaches for the bell, hesitates, glances towards the cookies, then reaches for the bell again before sighing and sitting down.

He nibbles on a cookie.

Alright, take two! Sorry.

Jacob runs himself around in circles, attempting to find his teacher, before he stops and thinks for a moment. "School, u-um, if you would, could you please direct me to Miss Ephebe?"

So, once Ephebe starts teaching again, would Jacob be in Ephebe's class?

The young man nods. "Thank you, Miss," he says, before departing for the cafeteria.

Jacob takes another breath and blinks. "I will wait. It will blow up a large portion of the school in about a week, so... I suppose it's not that urgent." He straightens and resets his clothes. "I honestly don't know what I expected, honestly. Two cataclysmic events a day is just Tuesday for Avalon, isn't it?"

Jacob barrels into the infirmary, eyes wide and panting. He recovers, and turns to the nearest medical staff that isn't otherwise engaged. "IneedtospeaktoMissusFieriSunwakeit'samatterofgreaturgency!"

Across the school from Djalos, a human boy in an immaculate school uniform and scarf is intently scanning a hidebound tome, his mouth making a perfect "O" as his eyes widen. He snaps the book shut-it moans in pain-and, looking rather panicked, bolts out his reading room, rushing through the shelves of books.

As soon as he reaches the hallway, he says in a rather nervous voice, "Um? School? Avalon? Whatever it is you would prefer to be called, could you guide me in the direction of Mrs. Fieri Sunwake? I have a rather urgent matter to discuss with her!" He then sprints down the hallway.

Jacob nods, then gives an inquisitive look at Keme. "Is this 'coffee' some sort of product of an arcane ritual that requires sacrificing of innocents and such?"

Jacob begins stroking his chin. "Yes, that may be a good idea..." Then he grimaces. "Is it a bad sign that the thought of minions bowing and scraping to me is appealing?"

Jacob rubs the back of his head with his hand. "Well, I'm fairly certain she knows. Missus Ephebe would have certainly picked up on me retrieving dangerous demonology textbooks from the library right now, and she would've stepped in if she thought I was in any significant danger. I think they're scared of me, honestly."

The boy begins picking up the various tomes. "It might have something to do with how I'm bound to a supposedly-extinct demon. That's very powerful. I'm just trying to figure out how to get a better leash on it, so I don't have to be transported to the White Room every time somebody accidentally bumps into me."

Jacob, carrying a stack of leather bound books that looks almost as tall as he is, trips over Keme on his way to his favorite sitting room. With a small yelp, the tomes scatter everywhere, and Jacob lies sprawled on his face.

Scrambling up, Jacob begins rambling. "OhbythegodsI'msosorryareyouokayIshould'vewatchedwhereIwasgoing-" One of the books begins to ooze blood, and Jacob grabs a ruler out of his jacket pocket and smacks it. "Bad demonology tome! Bad! You'll get Mr. Kitsune all sticky with blood!" The book seems to shrink a little bit from Jacob, and stops oozing blood.

This is assuming Ephebe returns to her teaching duties.

After a brief scare when Ephebe walks into the classroom and sees the aura of an immensely powerful, supposedly extinct demon on Jacob, everything returns to normal for him. Jacob quickly adapts to his new surroundings, making fast friends with Grim (if that's okay). He is also an excellent student, although he occasionally disappears into the library for some inscrutable reason. However, his classmates and the teacher can occasionally see beneath the cheerful veneer, and see the melancholy beneath as he stares off out the window to the rebuilding Kuros.

The elementary school class. Jacob had just finished his demonic freak-out after nearly getting burninated by Ignace, had got a panic button, and is now heading back to class.

Heeeey! Anybody remember dis guy?

After familiarizing himself with the button, Jacob takes a period or two to take a breather and sort himself out. After that, he heads back to class... where, undoubtedly, he finds untold chaos.

Repost.

Heeeey! Anybody remember dis guy?

After familiarizing himself with the button, Jacob takes a period or two to take a breather and sort himself out. After that, he heads back to class... where, undoubtedly, he finds untold chaos.

Jacob nods, a bit shaken. "Yes, I am well... but what happened? I remember blacking out when that fire started, but I don't remember anything after that."

He takes the button, curiously inspecting it.

After a few minutes, with nothing to destroy, Lamir slowly fades away, revealing the still badly injured Jacob.

Jacob suddenly pops into the completely white room. A bit bewildered for a moment, he then shrugs and waits for the change to happen.

About a minute and a half later, a flash of black and red light temporarily blots out the white of the room, obscuring Jacob...

Jacob nods. ¨I don´t really have time for questions, so I just hope this will work.¨

Jacob seems to calm for a moment when the green light washes over him, but only for a second. The red pulsing light of the abyssal rune starts to eat up the light.

¨Ah! Aaa. Okay, okay.... you have, um, wait, uh... two minutes? I think? To either get me in a place where a big nasty monster can´t get out or to evacuate the infirmary.¨

¨Uuugh...¨ Jacob murmurs, before his eyes snap wide open.

¨NononnononononononoNO!¨ Jacob exclaims. His eyes turning to a pure, deep blue, he says frantically, ¨I need somebody to, uh, what´s the word... lock me down planarly! This is important!¨

Countdown: 8 rounds left.

In the infirmary, a horribly charred figure, about the size of a boy, arrives. His shallow breath confirms that he is alive, but all of his hair and clothes have been burned off. A strange, abyssal rune is pulsing on his forehead...

Statblock cleansed, ma'am!

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

I´m guessing that´s not high enough...

Jacob appears completely unfazed by the taunting of the boys, maintaining his resolute stance protecting the girls.

Jacob sighs. "It does not matter if they are nobles or commoners, gentlemen. What matters is that you are impugning their honor, and I must defend it."

With that, he steps from behind the mass of boys and in front of Phaedra and Ignace, his eyes aglow with a golden radiance. To Phaedra's trained eye, his grace and bearing mark him as a leader among this puny, unwashed race of the earth.

Closing his eyes briefly, and with a look of intense concentration, golden and azure light manifests around the boy, before finally coalescing into a suit of ornate full plate armor in the style of those that are worn by crusaders of Iomedae, and a matching tower shield, which he immediately presents to the attackers as a barrier against their onslaught of food. It all looks very impressive.

"As I said, gentlemen: it is my duty to protect the honor of all."

Lyn, the part about "leader among men" isn't me changing Jacob's backstory, it's just the legend of the Protector manifesting itself.

The lead boy feels a tap on the shoulder, and hears another posh, yet quiet, voice behind him. "I would suggest that you stop doing that, sir. You appear to be putting these ladies in distress."

Because Jacob needed some love.

Jacob smiles awkwardly. "Nice to meet you, Chara. My name is Jacob," he says as he gets up to get some food.

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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?"

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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...

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.

Description for Jacob. And no, he is not wearing glasses right now :P

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..."

Jacob continues to eat alone, being a socially awkward penguin.

Jacob follows his class to lunch meekly. The pain had stopped, but he's still quite meek, and hangs near the back. He gets some dry white toast and oatmeal, and sits alone, lost in thought.

Is Fieri's class in lower school gym? If they are... Oh, hell, Advaran, you have opened a can of worms you are NOT prepared to handle.

After the classes of the morning, Jacob and his jittery self are ushered to Gym. He thought it would be easy-run a few laps, maybe a dozen pushups or so.

Jacob thought it would be easy until the insane little bugger started throwing bombs.

The young man's eyes open wide when the grenade sails towards him, and he attempts to get out of the way the best he can...

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Jacob dives out of the way and only takes a little of the damage that the bomb could've done, but it is still more than enough. A rune begins to pulse on Jacob's forehead, and he attempts to fight back the rising tide of power rushing within him...

Will Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Alas, Jacob was not prepared for this, and a strange field of energy takes for and shifts around him, becoming less of a vague shape, and more of something solid.

Jacob peers at the goblin. "You may wish to evacuate the other students, sir."

Ignore this if Fieri's class is not in Gym right now.

After the general chaos in the classroom stops, Jacob sits for a while, breathing hard. The pain in his abdomen and forehead had started fading, but if it continued on this steady rate of degradation...

Jacob gets out a pencil and parchment-which appeared in his desk-and started frantically scribbling out equations, making up a new measurement-the agony scale-based on the spasms per minute of the biceps of his left arm.

It should be about... 38 minutes, 22 seconds. Wait, no 23 seconds.

Jacob leaned back in his chair. Well... nothing to do but pay attention to class.

He's a smart kid ;P

"BAM! You're a Time Lord! One of the exemplar's of your race has saved the universe more times than I count, so you better step it up, girl!"

That is what I'm kind of getting from this scene.

Jacob sits down, rather confused at the exchange betwixt Missus del Sol and Vis. His eyes flash strangely, they look almost normal for a second...

...and he starts tapping out a rhythm of four.