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@ERode@Psyker Landshark@AThousandCurses
A strong swirling of power filled the room, as if a harsh gust from atop the peaks of vast canyons was unleashed upon the surrounding area. Otis and Iraleth would, for that brief moment, feel the sensation of flight despite possessing legs firmly planted on the hardwood planks of room 104. This feeling was not unlike the harsh yet exhilarating chaos of rapid travel brought on by transportation into an overcharged leyline, but with none of the crushing or intrusive assaults on one's defenses. They - and by extension the Seeker and the Inheritor - chased something intangible, while existing as nothing more than words themselves. The Seeker, relegated to the role of pursuer, required chains to bind down and draw closer the retreating blip that existed as, similarly but lesser, a word yet to be spoken. Many other blips resided in this place, but only this one was so erratic, desperate and exiled from the rest.
It was fortunate, then, that the Seeker would find support in the Inheritor's might.
This blip was, after some seconds of poking and prodding, restrained. It clawed in an attempt to remain free and true to itself, but its time was short and its light dim, weathered by Ascendia's unknowable rules. When the Seeker's chains had finally bound it, empowered by the Inheritor, the blip's exhaustion was unquestionable, its need for release obvious.
Though it wouldn't be longer than five or six seconds in reality, the full perceptions of the duo would once more return to the world on their own side, and Davil's screaming body would be flung headlong through the feather. He tumbled a few feet, landing on his back in front of the teacher's desk, bound in chains and shivering as if frozen solid seconds prior. His body appeared unharmed, and yet he continued to shake against the chains, his lip quivering and his breath ragged. "Huuu... huuu..." The Wund would attempt to stabilize his breathing, but he was near hyperventilating as he shivered. Despite this, he was seemingly unharmed, with no bruises, burns or broken bones to be found.
Davil's eyes were wide as he aimlessly stared at the ceiling while laying on his back, not even attempting to remove the iron bindings clasped around him. "Haaa... haaa..."
To complicate matters further, the arcane sigil on the floor at the room's center would go from nearly extinguished to near blinding, were one to look directly at it - a sign that the teacher and students of room 104 would return in mere seconds.
@Estylwen
"Wind out of my sails, you truly did undergo an extraordinarily hands-on first class, didn't you?" The receptionist looked over Ciara with a furrowed brow, then stared out into the waiting room at the other students. Some had nicks or bruises, others seemed to have sustained some kind of allergies or minor colds, but Ciara alone appeared to be bleeding and stumbling so drastically in comparison. After a few indecisive clicks of his pen and the biting of his lower lip, the weary receptionist nodded his head.
"That's fine, I wasn't expecting a wound like that on day one is all," he would mutter as his own Adapa made contact with the clinic's leather book. Shortly thereafter, he would input some kind of code into his Adapa, away from Ciara's view, and then glance at her while pointing with his thumb to the door on his right, next to the desk. "Through there, last door on the left. Doctor Payton will see you momentarily."
Were she to comply, Ciara would spend the next several minutes waiting within a rather standard, modernized clinic room with all of the usual equipment afforded to such a place. What was once a luxury that only Shaktans knew would appear to even find its way into a Neroite campus - something that even the previous generation would have thought to be an impossibility.
As the clock struck 9:45, the door would swing open and in would walk a platinum haired woman. In her hand, she wielded that same leatherbound book from the reception desk as if it were a grimoire of untold secrets, striding into the room as if gliding through air. She'd stop to stare up and down Ciara, taking note of the most obvious places of injury immediately as the book seemed to flip open on its own. Finally, with an expression cold enough to freeze a mammoth, she spoke.
"Origin of injuries, context under which the injuries occurred, and to your best guess, any essence or magic that went into causing harm. Should I know these things to your best guess within an acceptable estimate, your healing may be swift and painless."
Clicking a blue ballpoint pen open, the doctor's hand hovered over her book with silent anticipation. "I am Doctor Payton Sylv. It is an honor to hear the stories of yet another wounded, that I may chronicle them. It is only through your consent and understanding that all of these things will be documented and recorded within this research journal that my Ethos may be of assistance to you. Knowing that your present suffering will not be a secret to me, while also knowing that I will not share it outside of this room, do you consent?"
@Sifr
While moving through the halls of the main building, Chloe occasionally summoned and tapped away at her Adapa before once more dissipating it. She was in a back-and-forth with somebody through essence mail, and it didn't appear as if she was satisfied with their replies, grumbling as she stomped out the northern exit. This journey of hers would eventually take her northwest of the main building, where the frill-elf would continue with purpose towards what appeared to be the campus' forest entrance. As she stood by the stone path, glancing around at the rather empty sector of the campus grounds, it seemed as if she was scanning around to ensure that nobody was following her. Before she could get too deep into this, however, she jolted with anxiety as she pulled up her Adapa, the notification startling her out of her concentration.
"Unacceptable, utterly unacceptable," she would spit while clenching her fists. Her gaze was locked on whatever message was sent to her, glued to it for at least twenty seconds after finishing before she finally dissipated her Adapa once more.
Her eyes firmly fixed dead ahead, Chloe walked at a brisk pace down the stone paved path and into the forest proper. There most likely wasn't much time left before the attunement ceremony commenced, and yet this lady of nobility with a burned dress would storm off into the woods without hesitation.
CLASSROOM 104
A strong swirling of power filled the room, as if a harsh gust from atop the peaks of vast canyons was unleashed upon the surrounding area. Otis and Iraleth would, for that brief moment, feel the sensation of flight despite possessing legs firmly planted on the hardwood planks of room 104. This feeling was not unlike the harsh yet exhilarating chaos of rapid travel brought on by transportation into an overcharged leyline, but with none of the crushing or intrusive assaults on one's defenses. They - and by extension the Seeker and the Inheritor - chased something intangible, while existing as nothing more than words themselves. The Seeker, relegated to the role of pursuer, required chains to bind down and draw closer the retreating blip that existed as, similarly but lesser, a word yet to be spoken. Many other blips resided in this place, but only this one was so erratic, desperate and exiled from the rest.
It was fortunate, then, that the Seeker would find support in the Inheritor's might.
This blip was, after some seconds of poking and prodding, restrained. It clawed in an attempt to remain free and true to itself, but its time was short and its light dim, weathered by Ascendia's unknowable rules. When the Seeker's chains had finally bound it, empowered by the Inheritor, the blip's exhaustion was unquestionable, its need for release obvious.
Though it wouldn't be longer than five or six seconds in reality, the full perceptions of the duo would once more return to the world on their own side, and Davil's screaming body would be flung headlong through the feather. He tumbled a few feet, landing on his back in front of the teacher's desk, bound in chains and shivering as if frozen solid seconds prior. His body appeared unharmed, and yet he continued to shake against the chains, his lip quivering and his breath ragged. "Huuu... huuu..." The Wund would attempt to stabilize his breathing, but he was near hyperventilating as he shivered. Despite this, he was seemingly unharmed, with no bruises, burns or broken bones to be found.
Davil's eyes were wide as he aimlessly stared at the ceiling while laying on his back, not even attempting to remove the iron bindings clasped around him. "Haaa... haaa..."
To complicate matters further, the arcane sigil on the floor at the room's center would go from nearly extinguished to near blinding, were one to look directly at it - a sign that the teacher and students of room 104 would return in mere seconds.
@Estylwen
WINGRAM CLINIC
"Wind out of my sails, you truly did undergo an extraordinarily hands-on first class, didn't you?" The receptionist looked over Ciara with a furrowed brow, then stared out into the waiting room at the other students. Some had nicks or bruises, others seemed to have sustained some kind of allergies or minor colds, but Ciara alone appeared to be bleeding and stumbling so drastically in comparison. After a few indecisive clicks of his pen and the biting of his lower lip, the weary receptionist nodded his head.
"That's fine, I wasn't expecting a wound like that on day one is all," he would mutter as his own Adapa made contact with the clinic's leather book. Shortly thereafter, he would input some kind of code into his Adapa, away from Ciara's view, and then glance at her while pointing with his thumb to the door on his right, next to the desk. "Through there, last door on the left. Doctor Payton will see you momentarily."
Were she to comply, Ciara would spend the next several minutes waiting within a rather standard, modernized clinic room with all of the usual equipment afforded to such a place. What was once a luxury that only Shaktans knew would appear to even find its way into a Neroite campus - something that even the previous generation would have thought to be an impossibility.
As the clock struck 9:45, the door would swing open and in would walk a platinum haired woman. In her hand, she wielded that same leatherbound book from the reception desk as if it were a grimoire of untold secrets, striding into the room as if gliding through air. She'd stop to stare up and down Ciara, taking note of the most obvious places of injury immediately as the book seemed to flip open on its own. Finally, with an expression cold enough to freeze a mammoth, she spoke.
"Origin of injuries, context under which the injuries occurred, and to your best guess, any essence or magic that went into causing harm. Should I know these things to your best guess within an acceptable estimate, your healing may be swift and painless."
Clicking a blue ballpoint pen open, the doctor's hand hovered over her book with silent anticipation. "I am Doctor Payton Sylv. It is an honor to hear the stories of yet another wounded, that I may chronicle them. It is only through your consent and understanding that all of these things will be documented and recorded within this research journal that my Ethos may be of assistance to you. Knowing that your present suffering will not be a secret to me, while also knowing that I will not share it outside of this room, do you consent?"
@Sifr
CAMPUS GROUNDS, FOREST ENTRANCE
While moving through the halls of the main building, Chloe occasionally summoned and tapped away at her Adapa before once more dissipating it. She was in a back-and-forth with somebody through essence mail, and it didn't appear as if she was satisfied with their replies, grumbling as she stomped out the northern exit. This journey of hers would eventually take her northwest of the main building, where the frill-elf would continue with purpose towards what appeared to be the campus' forest entrance. As she stood by the stone path, glancing around at the rather empty sector of the campus grounds, it seemed as if she was scanning around to ensure that nobody was following her. Before she could get too deep into this, however, she jolted with anxiety as she pulled up her Adapa, the notification startling her out of her concentration.
"Unacceptable, utterly unacceptable," she would spit while clenching her fists. Her gaze was locked on whatever message was sent to her, glued to it for at least twenty seconds after finishing before she finally dissipated her Adapa once more.
Her eyes firmly fixed dead ahead, Chloe walked at a brisk pace down the stone paved path and into the forest proper. There most likely wasn't much time left before the attunement ceremony commenced, and yet this lady of nobility with a burned dress would storm off into the woods without hesitation.
Sorry, real life stuff got in the way. Next round later today!
Next round coming in the evening!
She would be heading elsewhere.
Wow, sorry, I'm dumb. I had it in my head that Sifr had already posted this round for some reason. Never mind, next round will NOT be this morning after all!
@Sifr What's your status?
@Sifr What's your status?
@Psyker Landshark
Will you be able to get out a post soon? I'll be unable to start the next round tonight anyway, but I'll be aiming to start the next round at some point tomorrow morning/afternoon.
Will you be able to get out a post soon? I'll be unable to start the next round tonight anyway, but I'll be aiming to start the next round at some point tomorrow morning/afternoon.
@AThousandCurses@Sifr
"I- huh? Oh. Yes. Thank you for the offer, I will most definitely take you up on that," Chloe would nod towards Otis as he left.
"Wait! The gunshot doesn't dismiss you, I dismiss... ah, hell with it," Alto grumbled, waving his hand down in resignation as his students left. After the others had taken off, Rio would follow shortly afterwards, giving a brief wave to the rest of the class that remained. "It's been fun, but I'm gonna dip until attunement. Let me know when we get someone worth learning from," the boy would state plainly before exiting.
As the professor was attended to by Chunji, he nodded and sighed through grit teeth as he stared at the clock that read 9:35. The worst of the injury was healed such that he could focus on things other than pain, and acknowledged the healer's first question with uncertainty. "If Davil's not here, it could mean he's still somehow over on the other side. The overcharge lets us temporarily access Ascendia, but we aren't meant to stay there when it's done."
Alto's attention would shift between Chunji, Hildegunde and Chloe as he spoke, clearly glad that at least some students had chosen to remain rather than storm out. "But considering that documentation and studies into the overlapping world are still very much in their infancy, oddities and exceptions seem to always pop up. Unexplainable in many cases, until our understanding of that place grows."
With the squeak of an office chair long deprived of maintenance and oil, Compact 3's teacher leaned back to relax himself as much as possible before he'd be forced to walk to the attunement ceremony. At Hildegunde's offer of a healer, he shook his head as if it were an idea that'd bring too much trouble, as if it were a scrape or bruise instead of the gunshot wound that it was.
"He might also just be dead? Banished from existence. Nobody could fault him for that - it's certainly possible that he's simply gone."
Slam.
Chloe's hands smashed hard against her desk, her frustration brought to a boiling point as the professor finished speaking. Without a word and with the slightest hint of misty eyes mixed with anger, she rose from her chair and began to stomp out of the classroom while locking eyes with Alto, slamming the door behind her.
"...Was I that harsh?" Alto stared towards the ceiling, unbothered yet still pondering his choice of words. "You're both free to go as well, if you want. You've got about twenty minutes. We were going to wind down with some bonding exercises before attunement, but we'll save that for another time."
@ERode@Psyker Landshark
As the door to room 104 opened, it was made apparent immediately by the emptiness of the classroom that this group was still in session. Some students wandered the halls, clearly having finished early the same as Compact 3, and yet 104 remained within their overcharge - the primary sign of which would be faint blue outlines glowing ever so dimly around the floor of the classroom. Its dimness indicated it would soon reach the end of its battery, and with it, the return of the students and teacher. There was one thing that might stick out to the Compact 3 duo that entered, however.
By a window of the room on the other side, a white feather sat there. It seemed to be crumbling away slowly as if dematerializing in a world not made for it, its brightness unceremoniously dissipating into dust by the window gradually. If it was observed and studied before it fully dispersed, it would be made apparent that the feather would have no traces of essence of any kind on it. It was as if it was completely drained of all essence, or maybe that it was made such that it had none to begin with, and thus couldn't maintain a tangible form in reality as a result. Based on the size and shape, it was almost certainly a feather off of one of Davil's winged shoes. Despite all of this, the boy was nowhere to be seen, though the active leyline within the room did seem to glow inconsistently, as if flickering.
It was clear, though, that 104's overcharge would end within the next minute, give or take, and so anything that had to be done would likely need to be done fast. Time was of the essence.
@Estylwen
Many students rested within the clinic's waiting area, seated and browsing local Union news on their Adapa or sending messages to their friends from elsewhere. Some would be courteous enough to browse silently, while others filled the clinic with the unpleasant sounds of tapping or recordings of Strigari Academy skirmishes. Utterings of the rampant murders of a serial killer in Vaal Shakta, or of Mayor Highguard's continued push for closer relations with Mirris, filled the clinic in whispers and low tones as bored students passed the minutes by.
The receptionist looked up and down Ciara with concern, clicking his tongue as he turned a leatherbound book held up by a stand towards her on his desk. "Place your Adapa against the book, please. It'll tell us the important details of your age, blood type, height and weight, the potency of your prime essence, and the current status and specifics that make up your emotional, conceptual and elemental essence as well as any inconsistencies. No, we can't look any deeper than that, no we can't use this to determine the word of your prime essence, and no, we can't use this to pry into your brain and steal your e-mail. Questions?"
He blurted it all out so rapid fire and yet so monotone that it was clear he'd gone through this process dozens of times already today. If Ciara accepted and placed her Adapa against the clinic's book, it would feel as if something important within her mind was ripped out of her and given back in a split second. It wouldn't cause pain, but it would most likely be disorienting. The rest of the clinic would seem to regard this as normal, however, not paying it any mind.
CLASSROOM 103
"I- huh? Oh. Yes. Thank you for the offer, I will most definitely take you up on that," Chloe would nod towards Otis as he left.
"Wait! The gunshot doesn't dismiss you, I dismiss... ah, hell with it," Alto grumbled, waving his hand down in resignation as his students left. After the others had taken off, Rio would follow shortly afterwards, giving a brief wave to the rest of the class that remained. "It's been fun, but I'm gonna dip until attunement. Let me know when we get someone worth learning from," the boy would state plainly before exiting.
As the professor was attended to by Chunji, he nodded and sighed through grit teeth as he stared at the clock that read 9:35. The worst of the injury was healed such that he could focus on things other than pain, and acknowledged the healer's first question with uncertainty. "If Davil's not here, it could mean he's still somehow over on the other side. The overcharge lets us temporarily access Ascendia, but we aren't meant to stay there when it's done."
Alto's attention would shift between Chunji, Hildegunde and Chloe as he spoke, clearly glad that at least some students had chosen to remain rather than storm out. "But considering that documentation and studies into the overlapping world are still very much in their infancy, oddities and exceptions seem to always pop up. Unexplainable in many cases, until our understanding of that place grows."
With the squeak of an office chair long deprived of maintenance and oil, Compact 3's teacher leaned back to relax himself as much as possible before he'd be forced to walk to the attunement ceremony. At Hildegunde's offer of a healer, he shook his head as if it were an idea that'd bring too much trouble, as if it were a scrape or bruise instead of the gunshot wound that it was.
"He might also just be dead? Banished from existence. Nobody could fault him for that - it's certainly possible that he's simply gone."
Slam.
Chloe's hands smashed hard against her desk, her frustration brought to a boiling point as the professor finished speaking. Without a word and with the slightest hint of misty eyes mixed with anger, she rose from her chair and began to stomp out of the classroom while locking eyes with Alto, slamming the door behind her.
"...Was I that harsh?" Alto stared towards the ceiling, unbothered yet still pondering his choice of words. "You're both free to go as well, if you want. You've got about twenty minutes. We were going to wind down with some bonding exercises before attunement, but we'll save that for another time."
@ERode@Psyker Landshark
CLASSROOM 104
As the door to room 104 opened, it was made apparent immediately by the emptiness of the classroom that this group was still in session. Some students wandered the halls, clearly having finished early the same as Compact 3, and yet 104 remained within their overcharge - the primary sign of which would be faint blue outlines glowing ever so dimly around the floor of the classroom. Its dimness indicated it would soon reach the end of its battery, and with it, the return of the students and teacher. There was one thing that might stick out to the Compact 3 duo that entered, however.
By a window of the room on the other side, a white feather sat there. It seemed to be crumbling away slowly as if dematerializing in a world not made for it, its brightness unceremoniously dissipating into dust by the window gradually. If it was observed and studied before it fully dispersed, it would be made apparent that the feather would have no traces of essence of any kind on it. It was as if it was completely drained of all essence, or maybe that it was made such that it had none to begin with, and thus couldn't maintain a tangible form in reality as a result. Based on the size and shape, it was almost certainly a feather off of one of Davil's winged shoes. Despite all of this, the boy was nowhere to be seen, though the active leyline within the room did seem to glow inconsistently, as if flickering.
It was clear, though, that 104's overcharge would end within the next minute, give or take, and so anything that had to be done would likely need to be done fast. Time was of the essence.
@Estylwen
WINGRAM CLINIC
Many students rested within the clinic's waiting area, seated and browsing local Union news on their Adapa or sending messages to their friends from elsewhere. Some would be courteous enough to browse silently, while others filled the clinic with the unpleasant sounds of tapping or recordings of Strigari Academy skirmishes. Utterings of the rampant murders of a serial killer in Vaal Shakta, or of Mayor Highguard's continued push for closer relations with Mirris, filled the clinic in whispers and low tones as bored students passed the minutes by.
The receptionist looked up and down Ciara with concern, clicking his tongue as he turned a leatherbound book held up by a stand towards her on his desk. "Place your Adapa against the book, please. It'll tell us the important details of your age, blood type, height and weight, the potency of your prime essence, and the current status and specifics that make up your emotional, conceptual and elemental essence as well as any inconsistencies. No, we can't look any deeper than that, no we can't use this to determine the word of your prime essence, and no, we can't use this to pry into your brain and steal your e-mail. Questions?"
He blurted it all out so rapid fire and yet so monotone that it was clear he'd gone through this process dozens of times already today. If Ciara accepted and placed her Adapa against the clinic's book, it would feel as if something important within her mind was ripped out of her and given back in a split second. It wouldn't cause pain, but it would most likely be disorienting. The rest of the clinic would seem to regard this as normal, however, not paying it any mind.
Sorry for the delay. Next round in the morning!
If he's checking for those sorts of things, he'd notice an odd fluctuation in the flow of the arcane leyline that headed for room 104, across the hall.
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