[center][h3]Crash Landing, Round 2[/h3]
3rd Day of School[/center]

The Phoenix had practiced flying around that afternoon. Transforming took a considerable effort on it's own, involving her screaming at the heretical 'Laptop' in an effort to get it to work.  Eventually she had gotten angry enough that the transformation was easy.

Learning how to actually avoid crashing was an entirely different matter.  Sure, she had talent.  But talent could only go so far on a first attempt.  The majestic bird ended up crashing into a poor student who had been walking around with a sandwich in his hands, transforming back to a crimson haired girl as a result of her collision.  The sandwich flew out of his hands as a result, and was likely doomed to land on the ground.

[color=salmon]"Zeus, wasn't I granted free reign in the skies?  Why does thou hinder me?"[/color]  She largely ignored the student she crashed into, worried about her own cuts and bruises from the fall.

Edgar had been, for the most part, cooped up in his dorm for the past day, doing minor experiments with time for the upcoming Magus Games. It was only after a least the night had passed that he had realised he hadn't eaten for about 24 hours. Before he could continue his testing, he had to get food. And this time he could actually [i]eat[/i] it.

It didn't take long, and there wasn't much of a queue, which surprised him. Normally there were tonnes of people lining up for the food, but there weren't nearly as many. He was walking back, mostly admiring the surrounding area on his return, whilst eating a sandwich. The campus was truly a beautful sight, despite the obvious contrast between the buildings and the sescenery. 

Though, his attention was suddenly diverted as his eyes fell on a massive bird flying straight towards him. His first reaction, of cause, was to stop it dead in it's tracks, but when he tried nothing happened. Whatever the bird was, it was another anomaly; a lot like Sorcha. 

Before Edgar could react further, the creature barreled into him with full force, knocking the wind out of him and sending his sandwich flying. He tumbled backwards, and landed on his side gasping for air. 

[b]"What... The hell... Do you... Who..."[/b] was all he could muster as he attempted to refill his lungs. 

Iravis managed to get back on her feet first, brushing the dirt off her dress.  The Phoenix knew it'd take some practice to learn how to do this ... but this was simply embarrassing.  Looking ahead though, she noticed the object she had crashed into.  Based on the way he was speaking, the Phoenix was fairly certain that the lad believed he could have a better lot in life.  The Goddess approached the man she had landed on so elegantly.  [color=salmon]"Do you require aid, Elf?"[/color]  If neccessary, she would heal this.  It's not that she felt particularly bad for gracing this man with her divine prescence, but rather that she wanted to make sure she was seen as merciful by her new following.

Edgar looked upon the woman that approached him, looking rather confused. Wasn't it a bird that had crashed into him? And at that, it looked like it was burning, or at least on fire to some degree. So who was the woman standing in front of him, looking and talking like some kind of royal? Unless she was the bird, but that was impossible, right? Weren't they all wiped out..?

[b]"No... I dont need help."[/b] he stood, now having regained his breath for the most part, and again his pupils had reduced in size, [b]"I want to know what the [i]HELL[/i] is wrong with people and killing my sandwich!"[/b] he was not impressed; not in the slightest. It didn't matter if the bird-Pheonix-woman was another God. Though... She could make for some good research material. 

[b]"Are you another one that thinks they're a God? Christ, that's two in two days..."[/b] he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, [b]"And it's Edgar, half-elf. And [i]you[/i] ruined my sandwich. I almost killed the last person that did that, but I think I'm learning. If you apologise, Pheonix -  or at least I think thats what you are -  I'll forgive you."[/b] he just had to hope she didn't have a massive God-complex like the last one...

She was surprised at the anger the man gave off at having his sandwich destroyed, and she involuntarily took a step back from the reaction.  It took her a few seconds to regain her composure.  For the most part, people around here seemed to understand that destruction was a natural part of life at the academy, with everything easy to repair.  So this was a little bit different.

But when she thought about his statement, the Phoenix realized he had just delivered some valuable information.  [color=salmon]"Your eyes are wise, but if you know that then you know death is nothing to me.  I'm known as Iravis, half-elf Edgar."[/color]  A partially true statement.  [color=salmon]"And what do you mean 'another' one that thinks they are a god?  Who did you meet?"[/color]  The goddess couldn't keep a little excitment out of her voice.  Were her friends visiting?  Had they finally come for her?

Noticing the step back she took, his cheeks took a slight red tint. His reaction may have been a little overboard, but this was nothing compared to what he might to done to someone who [i]wasn't[/i] a woman.

What did she mean by [i]wise eyes[/i]? Did she mean how he was able to spot her obvious form of a Phoenix, despite every cell in his brain telling him it was impossible? He pondered it for a bit, until he noticed her excitement. So she really did think of herself as a God, or at least close to one. It was like they were abundant in Liseranna.

Edgar also noted that her face seemed to light up, at least slightly, at the talk of other God-like beings, and he hoped that he might not have to fight this one. At least she wasn't as arrogant and full of herself like Sorcha was.

[b]"I can see from your previous... Form, that death means nothing. At least, not at the moment. It may do, someday, though. I heard somewhere Phoenix's have a limited amount of resurrections they can do, but that probably isn't true."[/b] he said, brushing some bits of dirt and grass from his attire, [b]"As for another God... There was a dragon-kin that called herself [i]Sorcha[/i]. She also killed my sandwich, but you don't seem as high and mighty as she did."[/b] he sort of looked past her at the mention of his sandwich. The poor, poor sandwich that became nothing but dust because of the dragon-kin. Even at the thought of it, he involuntarily opened and closed his hands, forming fists.

[b]"You know, I've never been a big fan of the whole [i]"God"[/i] concept, but you are just about living proof that not all are assholes. Good to know."[/b] he said, reaching his head behind his head to slightly massage it. There was a bit of a dull pain in his head, that felt as if it came from two places; the back of his skull, and his eye. 

In fact, that begged the question; why wasn't his eye hurting like it did with Reina? Had he already gotten over the barrier with woman, or was it simply because she was a God?

Then, he stuck out his hand for her to shake.
[b]"Formal stuff out of the way first, I guess. Edgar. Edgar Quantus. Good to meet you, Iravis."[/b]

Iravis had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at the first part of his response.  Edgar seemed to be somewhat open minded though, so the Phoenix decided it might be worth the effort to tell him what she told the fourteen year old girl.  [colour=salmon]"Find me another Phoenix and a hundred more years to your lifespan I'll give."[/colour]  In reality, that meant filling a lot of bottles with Phoenix tears.  And with all these talks of these other Phoenixes, Iravis was starting to wonder if perhaps she wasn't alone.  Had she just managed to avoid them for four thousand years?  It was unlikely, but then again stranger things had happened ...

At the mention of Sorcha however, Iravis started to practically bounce in excitement, probably the first time she'd done that in her whole life.  The half elf introduced himself, and she forced herself to respond adequately.  The Goddess curtsied in return, [colour=salmon]"Iravis Ustrina is what I have been named, good Edgar."[/colour]

It didn't take her long to get back on topic.  [colour=salmon]"Do you mean Sorchy Sparky!  Lightning dragon, runs around with a glaive!?"[/colour]  In case that description wasn't enough, Iravis adopted a stance a lot like the dragon would have, and spoke in a deep regal voice in a near perfect imitation.  [colour=salmon]"I, am Sorcha, Radiant King of the Heavens and Wandering Tempest of the North."[/colour] The red haired girls voice returned to normal, a look of mock disappointment crossing her face.  [colour=salmon]"You said she was being all high and mighty like.  Is she still that way after fourteen hundred years?"[/colour]

The girl looked rather displeased at the comment he made referring to the possible existence of other Phoenix. Whether she was jealous and wanted to be the only one, or had given up searching a long time ago, Edgar couldn't tell. But, by the seems of it, the latter was more than likely.
[b]"You never know if you never try, right? You shouldn't lose hope for your kind. And anyway, a hundred years sounds pretty appealing. I might just get on searching."[/b] he said, letting out a slight chuckle. Mostly just because of how awkward it actually sounded, than anything else. 

Then she introduced herself fully as Iravis Ustrina. Odd... He could've sword he had read that name from somewhere before, but where exactly he couldn't tell. 
[b]"That's a nice name, rolls off the tongue."[/b] to which he followed by repeating it a couple of times, just make sure he didn't forget. 

And then came the worst part of all; being in a conversation with an excitable God. Apparently she had known the dragon-kin in the past, and the description she gave was pretty damn accurate. Not that he actually liked the dragon all that much - not at all in fact - but knowing someone who knew her would probably help slightly to avoid future confrontation.

Also, Sorchy Sparky was something he would have to remember and use. 

[b]"Yeah, that was her. Big white wings, electricity. I guess she is the same then. I'm going to assume you once knew each other, considering your... Excited demeanour."[/b] he said, taking in her bounces and clearly happy mood. However, the mood seemingly vanished as soon as it had come about. Apparently Sorcha being the same as always wasn't a good thing.

[b]"I'd take you to her, provided I knew where she was. However, I don't think she would be pleased to see me... We had a bit of a fight, and then A tried fucking things up."[/b] he said, recalling the incident with a slight red encroaching across his face, as well as the dulled pain in his eye increasing slowly, [b]"If anything, I'd say she wants to crush me, bake me, and eat me for dinner. That, of at least have a proper dual."[/b] only then did he realise what was coming up.

The Magus Games.

[b]"Actually, the Magus Games are coming up. I'd suppose she'll want to fight me then. Who knows, even..."[/b] he said, turning towards the Phoenix, [b]"... I might end up battling you."[/b]

When Edgar kept on bashing Sorcha's character, Iravis didn't mind.  The goddess thought about giving the dragon child a good spanking, before remembering by now Sorcha was fully grown.  I really do miss a lot as the years go by, don't I?.  A bit of honest sadness replaced what had previously been good memories, but a smile came across her face as Edgar returned her attention to the present with discussion about the games. [colour=salmon]"Perhaps we will enter combat.  If the director asks it, I doubt either of us will deny him."[/colour]

The Phoenix felt a little guilty now that she had crashed into the man and ruined his meal, and all he had done was be nice to her.  She didn't have money to compensate him for the loss.  After a few moments of indecision she walked only inches away from the half-elf, giving him a light kiss on the cheek.  [colour=salmon]"Thanks for the information by the way.  I hope that makes up for the sandwich."[/colour]  She started to skip off into the distance, clearly excited about the news she had heard about one of her best friends.

Edgar wasn't quite sure how to react to the Phoenix, and probably sounded a little strange for talking so casually to both a person he had just met, and someone who had the God immortality part down. 

Her smile, however, caught him off guard. She was right, of course; anyone with any knowledge of A wouldn't be so stupid. There was a certain air about the man... An air of death. 
[b]"I suppose your right. I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to challenge A, let alone do anything to tick him off."[/b] he said, for the first time actually trying to consider what A might do to him, or anyone, for that matter.

Her slight look of guilt made Edgar feel a little guilty too, but for what reason he wasn't sure. The girl looked as if she were weighing some options, and then opted to walk up closer to him. He took an involuntary step back, and then he realised what had happened. 

The blush from the memory of the earlier day was multiplied ten fold, and in the instant every sense in his body lit up. On fire, that is, and they burned throughout his body. His eye pretty much felt as if it had been stabbed, but he tried his best to get through it without making any sounds. At least, until he could get back to the dorm.
[b]"Y-Yeah, s-sure. See y-you at the games, t-then, Iravis."[/b] he said, waving her off as she skipped along. 

And then he started on the walk back to his dorm, which granted wasn't far, but with the pain in his eye, it was a sentence to Hell. Though the pain was dulling a bit, it was still there and present, which bugged him. Though, he had more experiments to get on with.