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@ERode@Psyker Landshark
Otis' inquiry would be met with varying responses that all gave the same general answer - the shaking heads, shrugs, confused head tilts or otherwise quiet stares all indicated that, including 104's teacher, none seemed to detect Davil's presence within their overcharge. It almost seemed as if the boy were a ghost, if not for his physical body being present and dragged. The teacher, who was a minotaur, nodded with a firm and succinct, "If that will be all, excuse yourselves," before running a curious hand across his goatee.
By the time the pair had returned to room 103, their dear instructor had already begun to engage in combat with some rather rubbery slices of ham in the ham and cheese sandwich he had packed for lunch. He'd already sustained battle wounds of mayonnaise and mustard stains on his trousers as he listened, giving a thumbs-up while mid-chew upon casting a glance down to see Davil's chained figure. When Otis had finished speaking, Alto would promptly rip an entire ham slice out of his sandwich, sending a messy splatter of crumbs and sauces across his desk before swallowing and nodding.
"The guy who taught me everything I know about magic, including control over leylines, was Strigari Academy's headmaster, Gorias Velyphus. But..."
Alto withdrew a napkin from his backpack and began wiping the stains and crumbs off his desk, tilting his head and squishing his face in uncertainty. "You can understand why inquiring about this with him might prove troublesome. He's the biggest big shot there is in Vaal Shakta next to Mayor Highguard, so he's popular and a significant travel away."
After unceremoniously flicking all of the loose sandwich bits off of his desk and tossing the dirty napkin into a nearby garbage can, Alto once more looked towards the curious owl. "I can relay a message to him over email if you'd like, though. Provided it needs to be him."
A finger wag of approval would also be directed towards Iraleth's words, eyeing Davil's chained, shivering body as the boy muttered gibberish under his icy breath. Alto would raise a concerned eyebrow towards the inconsolable Wund, finger to lip as he leaned back in his chair.
"A clinic likely won't be necessary, but release him all the same. Maybe all he needs is a hot cup of tea and the love and kindness of his friends, eh?"
@Estylwen
As Ciara recounted her injuries, so too did Payton furiously write each word down with determined precision, her pen taking to the page as if it were a bard composing their latest epic. All the while, the doctor's listless and neutral face did little to match the passion with which her hand danced upon her journal. She would occasionally mutter her patient's words under her breath as well, making sure that every detail was recorded with perfect accuracy.
As quickly as her writing flew across the page, it stopped just as fast when Ciara was done speaking. Glancing once over what was written, the doctor released a brief grunt of acknowledgement before closing the book entirely. "Then I, Doctor Payton Sylv, accept you as my patient on this, March 2nd, 1526 of the Sacred Record. Etched Experiences Echo - in you."
The moment the last of the words left her lips, a page shot out of the closed journal in Payton's hands, levitating in the air. It would hover over to Ciara, just above her head, and seemingly begin ripping itself apart, raining upon her as tiny scraps that would seem to absorb into her body as essence upon making contact. As this process occurred, she would hear her own voice from moments prior, stating her injuries. As she did so, the corresponding wounds would begin to heal rapidly, causing simultaneous stinging pain and refreshing coldness as the absorbed essence mended her every sustained injury from the battle with Professor Alto. It would even numb some of the mental damage sustained from listening to the screams of damned souls, attempting to soothe or relax Ciara away from those voices were she ever to dwell on them.
"Your page as my patient will regenerate in this book twenty four hours from now - March 3rd, 1526 SR at 9:47 AM. Should you sustain injuries like this before then, I can administer basic healing magic or medicine, though it will not be as effective against more serious wounds. Please try to avoid being maimed, especially in such cases as limb loss - those cannot be healed quite so easily, if at all, depending on the situation."
Just as dry as before, the doctor would state these things while flipping through other pages of her journal - notably, showing signs of many ripped pages already within.
"If that will be all, I have many others to attend to, and you have already been given the privilege of line cutting that many will undoubtedly scowl at me for. For all the good it would do them."
@Sifr
It had only been a day since students had resided in Wingram, and yet the pink half-elf strode up the main stone path as if it were her own home; if she were angry about being home, at least. She glanced to her left and right as her cotton candy colored hair swayed in the wind. She'd yet to repair her dress, and thus the smell of burnt silk carried on the wind in Hildegunde's direction as she followed. For brief glimpses, Chloe would retrieve her Adapa only to once more dissipate it, as if checking for a reply that just wouldn't arrive. "Completely unbelievable," she would growl under her breath, no longer even checking to see who was nearby, completely hypnotized in rage at the idea of getting to her destination.
After a couple minutes of walking, she stopped and stared to her left. She'd move off the path towards the left, wading through bushes and thorns, raising a Personal Barrier to avoid scrapes and bruises from the rugged wilderness. "At least that's some kind of payoff," she'd mutter.
Eventually, she would stop in front of a tree, slamming a hand against it forcefully. "I... cannot be here long, but you read it. You promised there would be no interference."
After a few moments, the sounds of a vaguely male chuckle could be heard from the other side of the tree. It sounded distorted, as if unnaturally deep and low in pitch. "The whims of the wind were especially fickle today. You can understand that, can't you? All you good little Astrites love to cuss with the wind's permission, to call upon it for aid, and yet you can never accept the truth."
"The truth? What truth might that be?"
"That privileges demand payment. In this case, for all of Astra's blessings in the eyes of your people, her gracious wind also decided to deal you all a losing hand today. A shame, but as people like to say... 'it is what it is', maybe? A kind of 'c'est la vie' situation, even."
Chloe's fist slammed against the wood, her barrier the only thing stopping her from breaking her hand from the impact. "That's not good enough! You promised Wingram would be different. That these people would help, but all that's happened so far is a series of near-death games and attempted executions!"
A pause hung in the forest. Even insects would cease their symphony as an odd feeling of uncertainty gathered about the area, before Chloe's hand uncurled and a sigh released an untold amount of stress.
"Give it more time," the voice behind the tree would state plainly. "If you had died or given up this early on, your goals would never have been reachable. They still won't be, as far as I can tell."
Another sigh from Chloe, the girl not even attempting to mount a defense against the unseen voice's words. It would continue with a sigh of its own, with words tinged with venom that would immediately make the hair on Chloe's neck stand and her eyes widen.
"Not as long as you can still let yourself be followed so easily by unwanted eyes."
@AThousandCurses
Chunji's Adapa, in its own way, would begin to go over the basic functions of an Adapa. Its core features included messaging between others who possessed one, access to news articles from all across the Vaalin Union and the Kingdom of Mirris, cable television from Vaal Shakta's various recorded programs, radio, live feeds of Strigari Academy's skirmish battles, and many miscellaneous features. One could install additions such as alarm clocks or alter their settings such that they can disable mental pinging sounds when essence mail has been received, browse a public message board for the students of Wingram, or write down text notes using one's voice. It also had brief articles installed by default that would cover the basics of essence manipulation and essence itself, for those who may be truly untrained and uneducated in such matters, as well as a manual detailing actions one can take to try to fix a malfunctioning Adapa.
It would be compared to Vaal Shakta's 'Leylight', which is a non-sentient interface conjured through a series of hard light screens anchored to an individual's prime essence with permission from Strigari Academy's headmaster - a privilege typically only given to students and faculty of the academy, as well as government officials of the city. It also differs in that Leylight privileges can be removed from those the headmaster deems unfit, while an Adapa can't be forcibly removed once bound to an individual.
As Chunji was going through these explanations, crowds of students would eventually begin walking in the same direction nearby. As time ticked down, it was clear that the attunement ceremony - and by extension, the decision to join the Sword of Wund or the Shield of Nero - would draw near.
CLASSROOM 103
Otis' inquiry would be met with varying responses that all gave the same general answer - the shaking heads, shrugs, confused head tilts or otherwise quiet stares all indicated that, including 104's teacher, none seemed to detect Davil's presence within their overcharge. It almost seemed as if the boy were a ghost, if not for his physical body being present and dragged. The teacher, who was a minotaur, nodded with a firm and succinct, "If that will be all, excuse yourselves," before running a curious hand across his goatee.
By the time the pair had returned to room 103, their dear instructor had already begun to engage in combat with some rather rubbery slices of ham in the ham and cheese sandwich he had packed for lunch. He'd already sustained battle wounds of mayonnaise and mustard stains on his trousers as he listened, giving a thumbs-up while mid-chew upon casting a glance down to see Davil's chained figure. When Otis had finished speaking, Alto would promptly rip an entire ham slice out of his sandwich, sending a messy splatter of crumbs and sauces across his desk before swallowing and nodding.
"The guy who taught me everything I know about magic, including control over leylines, was Strigari Academy's headmaster, Gorias Velyphus. But..."
Alto withdrew a napkin from his backpack and began wiping the stains and crumbs off his desk, tilting his head and squishing his face in uncertainty. "You can understand why inquiring about this with him might prove troublesome. He's the biggest big shot there is in Vaal Shakta next to Mayor Highguard, so he's popular and a significant travel away."
After unceremoniously flicking all of the loose sandwich bits off of his desk and tossing the dirty napkin into a nearby garbage can, Alto once more looked towards the curious owl. "I can relay a message to him over email if you'd like, though. Provided it needs to be him."
A finger wag of approval would also be directed towards Iraleth's words, eyeing Davil's chained, shivering body as the boy muttered gibberish under his icy breath. Alto would raise a concerned eyebrow towards the inconsolable Wund, finger to lip as he leaned back in his chair.
"A clinic likely won't be necessary, but release him all the same. Maybe all he needs is a hot cup of tea and the love and kindness of his friends, eh?"
@Estylwen
WINGRAM CLINIC
As Ciara recounted her injuries, so too did Payton furiously write each word down with determined precision, her pen taking to the page as if it were a bard composing their latest epic. All the while, the doctor's listless and neutral face did little to match the passion with which her hand danced upon her journal. She would occasionally mutter her patient's words under her breath as well, making sure that every detail was recorded with perfect accuracy.
As quickly as her writing flew across the page, it stopped just as fast when Ciara was done speaking. Glancing once over what was written, the doctor released a brief grunt of acknowledgement before closing the book entirely. "Then I, Doctor Payton Sylv, accept you as my patient on this, March 2nd, 1526 of the Sacred Record. Etched Experiences Echo - in you."
The moment the last of the words left her lips, a page shot out of the closed journal in Payton's hands, levitating in the air. It would hover over to Ciara, just above her head, and seemingly begin ripping itself apart, raining upon her as tiny scraps that would seem to absorb into her body as essence upon making contact. As this process occurred, she would hear her own voice from moments prior, stating her injuries. As she did so, the corresponding wounds would begin to heal rapidly, causing simultaneous stinging pain and refreshing coldness as the absorbed essence mended her every sustained injury from the battle with Professor Alto. It would even numb some of the mental damage sustained from listening to the screams of damned souls, attempting to soothe or relax Ciara away from those voices were she ever to dwell on them.
"Your page as my patient will regenerate in this book twenty four hours from now - March 3rd, 1526 SR at 9:47 AM. Should you sustain injuries like this before then, I can administer basic healing magic or medicine, though it will not be as effective against more serious wounds. Please try to avoid being maimed, especially in such cases as limb loss - those cannot be healed quite so easily, if at all, depending on the situation."
Just as dry as before, the doctor would state these things while flipping through other pages of her journal - notably, showing signs of many ripped pages already within.
"If that will be all, I have many others to attend to, and you have already been given the privilege of line cutting that many will undoubtedly scowl at me for. For all the good it would do them."
@Sifr
CAMPUS GROUNDS, FOREST
It had only been a day since students had resided in Wingram, and yet the pink half-elf strode up the main stone path as if it were her own home; if she were angry about being home, at least. She glanced to her left and right as her cotton candy colored hair swayed in the wind. She'd yet to repair her dress, and thus the smell of burnt silk carried on the wind in Hildegunde's direction as she followed. For brief glimpses, Chloe would retrieve her Adapa only to once more dissipate it, as if checking for a reply that just wouldn't arrive. "Completely unbelievable," she would growl under her breath, no longer even checking to see who was nearby, completely hypnotized in rage at the idea of getting to her destination.
After a couple minutes of walking, she stopped and stared to her left. She'd move off the path towards the left, wading through bushes and thorns, raising a Personal Barrier to avoid scrapes and bruises from the rugged wilderness. "At least that's some kind of payoff," she'd mutter.
Eventually, she would stop in front of a tree, slamming a hand against it forcefully. "I... cannot be here long, but you read it. You promised there would be no interference."
After a few moments, the sounds of a vaguely male chuckle could be heard from the other side of the tree. It sounded distorted, as if unnaturally deep and low in pitch. "The whims of the wind were especially fickle today. You can understand that, can't you? All you good little Astrites love to cuss with the wind's permission, to call upon it for aid, and yet you can never accept the truth."
"The truth? What truth might that be?"
"That privileges demand payment. In this case, for all of Astra's blessings in the eyes of your people, her gracious wind also decided to deal you all a losing hand today. A shame, but as people like to say... 'it is what it is', maybe? A kind of 'c'est la vie' situation, even."
Chloe's fist slammed against the wood, her barrier the only thing stopping her from breaking her hand from the impact. "That's not good enough! You promised Wingram would be different. That these people would help, but all that's happened so far is a series of near-death games and attempted executions!"
A pause hung in the forest. Even insects would cease their symphony as an odd feeling of uncertainty gathered about the area, before Chloe's hand uncurled and a sigh released an untold amount of stress.
"Give it more time," the voice behind the tree would state plainly. "If you had died or given up this early on, your goals would never have been reachable. They still won't be, as far as I can tell."
Another sigh from Chloe, the girl not even attempting to mount a defense against the unseen voice's words. It would continue with a sigh of its own, with words tinged with venom that would immediately make the hair on Chloe's neck stand and her eyes widen.
"Not as long as you can still let yourself be followed so easily by unwanted eyes."
@AThousandCurses
CAMPUS GROUNDS
Chunji's Adapa, in its own way, would begin to go over the basic functions of an Adapa. Its core features included messaging between others who possessed one, access to news articles from all across the Vaalin Union and the Kingdom of Mirris, cable television from Vaal Shakta's various recorded programs, radio, live feeds of Strigari Academy's skirmish battles, and many miscellaneous features. One could install additions such as alarm clocks or alter their settings such that they can disable mental pinging sounds when essence mail has been received, browse a public message board for the students of Wingram, or write down text notes using one's voice. It also had brief articles installed by default that would cover the basics of essence manipulation and essence itself, for those who may be truly untrained and uneducated in such matters, as well as a manual detailing actions one can take to try to fix a malfunctioning Adapa.
It would be compared to Vaal Shakta's 'Leylight', which is a non-sentient interface conjured through a series of hard light screens anchored to an individual's prime essence with permission from Strigari Academy's headmaster - a privilege typically only given to students and faculty of the academy, as well as government officials of the city. It also differs in that Leylight privileges can be removed from those the headmaster deems unfit, while an Adapa can't be forcibly removed once bound to an individual.
As Chunji was going through these explanations, crowds of students would eventually begin walking in the same direction nearby. As time ticked down, it was clear that the attunement ceremony - and by extension, the decision to join the Sword of Wund or the Shield of Nero - would draw near.
Next round in the morning!
@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.
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