Fetzen@Jones Sparrow Yeah, basically what @Zoey White said. I think we all understand how crazy real life can get, so take care of your irl stuff first, and we'll still be here ready to continue even if you have to drop off the face of the interwebs for a week or a month or more.
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Technology: can't live with it; can't live without it. Trying to make a Powerpoint presentation for Volcanology tomorrow morning, and Office 365 Powerpoint keeps crashing. RIP
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Leaving for a 9 day Geology Field Camp. I will be offline until I get back on the 28th, but I may not get to catching up with stuff I missed until the 29th. See y'all in a few days.
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Going camping in the middle of nowhere to do geology stuff. I'll be back Sunday evening.
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Out of school for the summer! Woot!
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Going dark for a few days. I have a major project for Paleontology due Tuesday morning, and I'm nowhere near done with it, so I'll be away until I get that done. See y'all in a few days.
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Valanx woke up later than usual the next morning due to staying up later than usual the night before with the poker game with the rest of the crew. Even so, he was one of the first to wake up due to not having to sleep off the effects of alcohol and cigar smoke like the rest of the crew needed to do. He took about half an hour to shower and change and generally clean up, as he did every morning, and headed immediately to the lab where he had been dismantling the cryo-pod the day before. As far as he could tell, he had uncovered all of the pod's physical secrets, or at least all the physical secrets that could be uncovered, yesterday. All that was left, then, was the files on the hard drive, some of which he had already looked over, which is how he had found out the girl's name, age, and place of origin. If he was going to find out anything more about Rendyl, it wouldn't come from the files on the pod's hard drive, but the other files he had copied over to his computer might still have some interesting information to reveal. This was what he was looking through as the rest of the crew began waking up and communicating. Since none of the communications involved Valanx for the time being, he ignored them and focused on finding out what else he could about the pod, who had made it, where it was intended to go, and why. This had to be breaking at least a dozen of the Federation's own laws, and yet the Federation had some hand and stake in this, even if they hadn't been directly involved in what was, essentially, human trafficking, though for what purpose Valanx was still uncertain. Rendyl's telepathy was obviously a factor, what with the gift being almost unheard of among the known races, but Valanx was unconvinced that it wasn't something far deeper and far more sinister.
@Esailia Me, I think. I'll try to get something up soon, probably around Monday-ish, depending on how much school stuff I need to do and how long that stuff takes.
Seeing their stats will only help if they understand what those stats mean, which I don't think Milo does. I kind of feel sorry for him right now. His first day of his new life is not turning out to be a very good one.
Milo used the tall grass as cover whenever he could and easily weaved around and between obstacles almost as if they weren't there. After a while, he stopped to catch his breath, having put a fair amount of distance between himself and the soldiers. That was when he heard the blast, the shouting, and the general chaos as a pack of wolf creatures bore down on the soldiers and other kids. Milo didn't know what to do. He had never been in this sort of situation before, and he certainly didn't want to be in this situation now. Unfortunately, that wasn't something that was in his power to decide. That power was taken even more out of his hands when one of the wolf creatures saw him and began running after him. With no other thought of what to do, Milo fled from the creature.
Run Away skill? What is this voice talking about? Milo asked, utterly bewildered, but aloud, he said, "Yes! I want to run away from this thing!"
At first, it didn't seem like anything had happened, then Milo realized he was moving faster and avoiding pitfalls and obstacles in the terrain that he hadn't even realized were there. It didn't take long for Milo to leave the wolf creature behind. What he hadn't realized was that he was running right back in the direction he came, which was also right back towards the soldiers that he had been running from in the first place. There would be no escaping from them this time, however, as they soon closed ranks around him and the other kids. Milo was terrified and had no idea what was happening. He made a mental note to run away again at the earliest opportunity, if he didn't get killed first.
"Run Away Level 1 Acquired! Would you like to use Run Away skill now?"
Run Away skill? What is this voice talking about? Milo asked, utterly bewildered, but aloud, he said, "Yes! I want to run away from this thing!"
"Run Away skill activated!"
At first, it didn't seem like anything had happened, then Milo realized he was moving faster and avoiding pitfalls and obstacles in the terrain that he hadn't even realized were there. It didn't take long for Milo to leave the wolf creature behind. What he hadn't realized was that he was running right back in the direction he came, which was also right back towards the soldiers that he had been running from in the first place. There would be no escaping from them this time, however, as they soon closed ranks around him and the other kids. Milo was terrified and had no idea what was happening. He made a mental note to run away again at the earliest opportunity, if he didn't get killed first.
No worries. We all have stuff to do. I'm getting ready to head back to uni this weekend, so that will keep me busy.
So, did no one notice Milo running away, or did they completely close ranks to keep anyone from running away?
So, did no one notice Milo running away, or did they completely close ranks to keep anyone from running away?
Milo interacting with the soldiers would have been out of character for him. He still has the mindset of a kid from Victorian England who has to avoid the bigger kids that mean him harm, which usually involves running away. In Milo's mind, this situation is not very different from that, and so he runs away.
The first thing Milo felt upon waking was surprise that he was waking at all. From what the doctor had said, he should be dead by now, but he could not deny that he felt very much alive. His last memory was his parents by his side as he lay in bed, coughing and barely able to breathe. His parents had spent every last shilling they had on the doctor, but it was already too late. There was nothing the doctor could do for Milo with how sick he had become. The doctor had said he expected Milo to be dead before morning, expressed his condolences, and left. His parents were beyond grief at the loss of their only child and hugged him tightly as they sang him to sleep for the last time. Milo could remember drifting into a dreamless sleep, and that was the last thing he could remember before waking up here, wherever here was. He could tell just by the sensations surrounding him that he was not in his bed, possibly not even in London any more - London never smelled this clean. Of course, Milo wasn't even sure if what he was smelling was clean since he had never smelled clean before in all his ten years.
Milo finally decided it was time to open his eyes and find out exactly where he was. Unfortunately, opening his eyes didn't do much to tell him where he was as it was nowhere that he was in any way familiar with. He was laying in a field with a bright, sunny sky overhead. The scene was so beautiful and so peaceful, Milo was sure it couldn't be anywhere on Earth.
Am I dead? he thought. Is this heaven? It's like Blake described it. But the priests and bishops always talked about streets of gold and pearly gates, and I certainly don't see any of those around here. Maybe kids have a different heaven than grown ups. But then what would happen when my parents died? They would never see me again. They would never know what happened to me, and I'll never know what happened to them. At this, Milo felt overwhelmingly sad. His parents had never been able to give him much, but they had loved him with everything they had, even to the point of spending all the money that they had managed to scrounge together on a doctor even though they knew they would likely go hungry for at least a week afterwards. For all he knew they might already be dead from grief. As Milo considered these things, he sat up and cried. This can't be heaven, he decided. Heaven is supposed to be happy. If this were heaven, I wouldn't be sad right now. But if this isn't heaven, then where is it? It can't be hell. Hell can't be this beautiful, and I would certainly smell and feel if there were fire and brimstone around. This must be some sort of purgatory, but it doesn't look like that either. Milo was thoroughly and utterly confused. His tears had dried as his thoughts carried him past worry for the fate of his parents back around to the more pressing matters of where he was and what was going on here. He stood up to get a better view of where he was. He was, as he had previously ascertained, in a field. The field extended as far as the eye could see in all directions, or at least as far as his eye could see. Due to his size and the tall grass, he really couldn't see all that far. He certainly couldn't see as far as the other people, which he was starting to take note of. There were four other people in the field with him - two girls and two other boys - and he was the shortest one of all. He was also the youngest one, judging by the looks of the four other people, all of whom were dressed in very strange clothes.
Immediately, Milo began looking around for escape routes, hiding places, and other ways to evade these people if they tried to attack him. Milo was particularly wary of one of the boys, though Milo really supposed he counted more as a man. The man in question was big and muscular and looked dangerous. The other boy looked harmless enough, but Milo had enough experience to know that just because someone looked harmless didn't necessarily mean they were harmless, and this boy was still bigger than him, which meant that Milo would still be at a disadvantage in a confrontation against him.
Milo's attention was drawn to one of the other kids as one of the other people approached and the kid began shouting in a language that Milo didn't understand. Milo instinctively moved away from the kid, crouching low in the grass to avoid being seen as he listened to the strange words. This went on for a short time before Milo heard something in his head.
Milo wasn't sure what to make of this, but he could suddenly understand what the person was saying. Milo did not abandon his distance or his crouched position, though. He was still the smallest kid in the group which made him the most vulnerable, and therefore a target for anyone bigger and stronger than him. Milo didn't have long to ponder these things, however, as the voice in his head spoke again.
At the new words from this mysterious voice, Milo felt a strange feeling inside himself. He couldn't describe it if he had been asked to - his vocabulary was too limited for such a task, and he doubted there were even words to describe the sensation even if he knew every single word in the English language, or any language for that matter. But as suddenly as the sensation began, it left, but not completely. Somehow, Milo knew that this strange feeling had changed him somehow, but he had no idea how. He checked over his body and nothing looked any different from what he remembered it looking like before, so whatever it was hadn't changed him physically, but he knew that he was somehow different now. He again had very little time to ponder this before the voice spoke for a third time.
If that voice in my head speaks again, I'm going to have to give it a name, Milo thought idly as he wondered over what the voice had said. Decide your path? What path? There are no paths here. Everything looks the same in every direction. Of course, that was when things decided to get not quite as much the same as they had been moments before. There were suddenly several bubbles hovering in the air. They popped and became people - dangerous people by Milo's estimation. They were dressed in armor and were clearly strong and likely had weapons on their person as well. Milo didn't wait to find out, though. He didn't even wait for any of the newcomers to speak. As far as he could tell, these men were dangerous and they meant him and the other kids harm. Milo wasn't going to wait around and let that come to fruition. He turned and ran just as fast as he could.
Milo finally decided it was time to open his eyes and find out exactly where he was. Unfortunately, opening his eyes didn't do much to tell him where he was as it was nowhere that he was in any way familiar with. He was laying in a field with a bright, sunny sky overhead. The scene was so beautiful and so peaceful, Milo was sure it couldn't be anywhere on Earth.
Am I dead? he thought. Is this heaven? It's like Blake described it. But the priests and bishops always talked about streets of gold and pearly gates, and I certainly don't see any of those around here. Maybe kids have a different heaven than grown ups. But then what would happen when my parents died? They would never see me again. They would never know what happened to me, and I'll never know what happened to them. At this, Milo felt overwhelmingly sad. His parents had never been able to give him much, but they had loved him with everything they had, even to the point of spending all the money that they had managed to scrounge together on a doctor even though they knew they would likely go hungry for at least a week afterwards. For all he knew they might already be dead from grief. As Milo considered these things, he sat up and cried. This can't be heaven, he decided. Heaven is supposed to be happy. If this were heaven, I wouldn't be sad right now. But if this isn't heaven, then where is it? It can't be hell. Hell can't be this beautiful, and I would certainly smell and feel if there were fire and brimstone around. This must be some sort of purgatory, but it doesn't look like that either. Milo was thoroughly and utterly confused. His tears had dried as his thoughts carried him past worry for the fate of his parents back around to the more pressing matters of where he was and what was going on here. He stood up to get a better view of where he was. He was, as he had previously ascertained, in a field. The field extended as far as the eye could see in all directions, or at least as far as his eye could see. Due to his size and the tall grass, he really couldn't see all that far. He certainly couldn't see as far as the other people, which he was starting to take note of. There were four other people in the field with him - two girls and two other boys - and he was the shortest one of all. He was also the youngest one, judging by the looks of the four other people, all of whom were dressed in very strange clothes.
Immediately, Milo began looking around for escape routes, hiding places, and other ways to evade these people if they tried to attack him. Milo was particularly wary of one of the boys, though Milo really supposed he counted more as a man. The man in question was big and muscular and looked dangerous. The other boy looked harmless enough, but Milo had enough experience to know that just because someone looked harmless didn't necessarily mean they were harmless, and this boy was still bigger than him, which meant that Milo would still be at a disadvantage in a confrontation against him.
Milo's attention was drawn to one of the other kids as one of the other people approached and the kid began shouting in a language that Milo didn't understand. Milo instinctively moved away from the kid, crouching low in the grass to avoid being seen as he listened to the strange words. This went on for a short time before Milo heard something in his head.
"Translator Level 1 acquired!"
Milo wasn't sure what to make of this, but he could suddenly understand what the person was saying. Milo did not abandon his distance or his crouched position, though. He was still the smallest kid in the group which made him the most vulnerable, and therefore a target for anyone bigger and stronger than him. Milo didn't have long to ponder these things, however, as the voice in his head spoke again.
"Welcome to Kairelith. Your new life begins here. Please accept the goddess Kaireth's blessing as a commemoration of your arrival."
At the new words from this mysterious voice, Milo felt a strange feeling inside himself. He couldn't describe it if he had been asked to - his vocabulary was too limited for such a task, and he doubted there were even words to describe the sensation even if he knew every single word in the English language, or any language for that matter. But as suddenly as the sensation began, it left, but not completely. Somehow, Milo knew that this strange feeling had changed him somehow, but he had no idea how. He checked over his body and nothing looked any different from what he remembered it looking like before, so whatever it was hadn't changed him physically, but he knew that he was somehow different now. He again had very little time to ponder this before the voice spoke for a third time.
"Decide your path. A second chance was given to you by the merciful goddess, use it wisely."
If that voice in my head speaks again, I'm going to have to give it a name, Milo thought idly as he wondered over what the voice had said. Decide your path? What path? There are no paths here. Everything looks the same in every direction. Of course, that was when things decided to get not quite as much the same as they had been moments before. There were suddenly several bubbles hovering in the air. They popped and became people - dangerous people by Milo's estimation. They were dressed in armor and were clearly strong and likely had weapons on their person as well. Milo didn't wait to find out, though. He didn't even wait for any of the newcomers to speak. As far as he could tell, these men were dangerous and they meant him and the other kids harm. Milo wasn't going to wait around and let that come to fruition. He turned and ran just as fast as he could.
Yes, take your time. After all, you've only been saying you'll get the IC up for the past couple days now :P
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Okay then. But would Magic Insurgence be more appropriate to Milo's build since he's got All Elememantal Affinity skill? You know, to boost his magic potential?
Yes, but I'm thinking Physical Augmentation to compensate for his current lack of offensive capability. At the same time, that issue will likely sort itself out over time, and to be honest, I actually was initially thinking to claim Magic Insurgence until I thought about Milo's current limitations. Let's just say I'll claim a second ability when and if it becomes necessary.
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