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Post by Satorius on Jan 7, 2005 21:37:54 GMT -5
*Satorius pauses, unsure exactly how to respond to such news, or how to feel even. He didn't feel anything at that moment, other than a tad... drained. Weak somehow.*
I... I see.
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Post by Catriona on Jan 7, 2005 21:42:37 GMT -5
*She looks at her shoes and swallows.*
I- I don't know- what- what if she was wrong? I can't- I don't want to- I can't... What if she made a mistake and he's still alive and- needs us- and-
*She takes a deep breath.*
I want to go there and find him and bring him home.
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Post by Satorius on Jan 8, 2005 5:07:56 GMT -5
*Sat nods after some hesitation. He has yet to hear of a time that a Soulsinger was wrong on such things... but, he had to believe that there was a chance Mina was wrong for once. He didn't want to think of the alternative.*
Ok. I wish to go with you, though.
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Post by Catriona on Jan 8, 2005 9:37:20 GMT -5
It's just that- whatever told her was- was wrong somehow, it felt bad. So it might have been- lying.
*She smiles a bit and takes his hand.*
I thought you would. It's... *she starts repeating where Mina said it was and how to find it and where not to go.*
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Post by Satorius on Jan 8, 2005 9:42:35 GMT -5
I hope so. I really do, Trink.
*He nods and puts a hand on her shoulder. His eyes are distant, still touched by shock.*
Whenever you are ready to go...
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Post by Catriona on Jan 8, 2005 9:50:47 GMT -5
He may need us- I'm ready now.
*She holds on to him and bites her lip.*
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Post by Satorius on Jan 10, 2005 2:25:50 GMT -5
*He nods and puts his arms around her, hugging her and running his hand through her hair as they disappear.*
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Post by Mellinore Brightshield on Jan 22, 2005 17:22:43 GMT -5
(Mellinore and the messenger enter the building. It seems chaotic, with large numbers of people scurrying around.
It takes a considerable time for Mellinore, with the aid of the High Clerist, to understand what is going on. He is extremely perturbed - yes he knew the Councillor had problems with Humans but not to this extent.
After he had been there two hours, order was finally beginning to emerge from chaos, and the central absence o f the night was addressed.
The Vice-Principal was missing, not at home and with no travel plans recorded.)
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Post by Sirrico on Jan 26, 2005 5:41:05 GMT -5
Several children stare up as a small flock of what look to be black birds flies over the playground and heads towards the roof of the academy.
The bats fly to a single spot on the sloped roof near a statue, gathering into a general shape. It soon becomes highly difficult to see individual bats, as they all seem to be merging.
Moments later, Sirrico was standing on the sloped roof, hanging off of the statue and staring at the children below, who have long since given up trying to see where the strange birds went. He smiled. Maggots... the lot of them. All of them so weak, so frail. They all needed to be guided, and couldn't defend themselves if they tried.
Yet...
Sirrico watched as a group of children laughed and played. He began to tremble at the sound, frowning when the children smiled. They looked happy... these brats were all so happy.
He envied them. He had never known such innocent bliss as a child. In fact, he had not even had the time to grow up. He couldn't remember his considerably brief childhood. He only knew what he was told on the matter.
How dare these maggots... so weak, yet happy and alive. He raised the gauntlet-hand and brought the tips of the claws close to each other, as if he was holding something by those tips. A small ball of black energy gathered there and he aimed it at the child that was at the top of the bars. He was about to release the energy when the small object in the back of his neck interferred, as usual.
Sirrico screamed in agony and clutched his head with both hands. The voices inside his head scream with him as the energy rips through his mind, and he loses his footing. He falls to the playground, hitting the ground hard. Yet, he didn't even seem to notice. He just kept clutching his head as the thoughts ran rampant through his mind.
When it finally ends, he slowly begins to notice his surroundings once more and realizes that he is surrounded... by those little brats, and some kind of nurse. He growled at them and stood up, wincing slightly but not letting them see it. The nurse tries to help him up, but he pushes her away forcefully, sending her right into a wall and knocking her out cold. The children gape, some crying and some just shocked. Others are just even more curious, as only children can be. Others... others were just watching him with those happy eyes. Mocking him.
Back off, maggots! I don't need your laughing eyes!
Sirrico limps away from the children and the school.
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Post by Mellinore Brightshield on Jan 26, 2005 6:02:55 GMT -5
(The nurse, a youngish-looking human woman in her middle 20's perhaps, lies unconscious in the playground.
One of the older, more mature children runs off towards the infirmary. He is intercepted by a staff member and admonished for running in school, but on hearing the explanation gasped out, allows the boy to carry on, telling him to tell the Infirmary staff that he will inform the High Clerist.
Two junior staff are soon on hand to calm the children down and keep them away from the injured woman.
Within fifteen minutes the other Infirmary staffer on day duty, Feston, appears and takes charge. He examines the patient, puts a neck restraint on her to support her in case of a fractured neckbone, and has two porters lift her on to a stretcher and carry her to the Infirmary where she can be properly treated.
The High Clerist is waiting there, concerned about the health of her staff even amidst the chaos of the day.
Meantime, the Proctors have begun questioning the children about how the woman got injured; or rather, the teachers have started the questioning, with the Proctors taking notes and directing the enquiries. This is going to take some time though.)
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Post by Mellinore Brightshield on Jan 30, 2005 6:25:03 GMT -5
(The nurse responds to care, but on waking is found to have a concussion. Theofine will not be sent home, but the High Clerist refuses to allow her to treat anyone. She can, however, stay and act as an anchor-point for messages from concerned staff.
Faelara sends a messenger to summon the third, off-duty nurse, in to cover for Theowine.
Once Meta Esli arrived, Theowine was questioned about the incident. She explained that the man had fallen from the roof, so he went to help him, and he pushed her away. She had not seen him arrive, or seen him fall.
On top of the existing turmoil with many children having panicked and fearing they were about to die, and some teachers disappearing, the investigation takes some time to get organised. It proves necessary to dismiss some classes to free up the staff resources to supervise the bunch of frightened children who saw the incident while their regular teachers gently question them.
After several hours, the story emerges that this - person - variously described as a fiend, or a giant, with burning eyes, flew to the top of the Academy, (some say he had batwings, others that he just flew - you know, like a wizard) stood there for a while before clutching his head, tripping and falling. When Nurse Theowine went to help him he go up, pushed her away, and ran off screaming.
According to the consensus of the children, he had said 'Flee maggots. I willl laugh as I feast on your eyes!'
Only one of the children had remembered the saying accurately. Unfortunately a boy on the edge of the crows had misheard and his, more dramatic, version, spread through the kids like wildfire and came to be generally accepted - even by those who were close enough to hear better. They must have misheard, they thought.)
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Post by Family Eng'winden on Feb 3, 2005 12:28:33 GMT -5
Sadron left the school gates. A whole afternoon free? What was he to do? he could go home... naw, they'd only get tiresome about why he was out, and make him study. Both could be a real bear about that.
How about the fair? He checked his pockets.and found he was virtually penniless. So that was out.
At that point he catches sight of one of the school's older boys and his friends. They were making life bothersome for a junior who was particularly stuck-up, ahead in every class and liked to boast about how powerful a wizard he would be because both his parents were. He always had something... but the bigger kids made life hell for everyone. And he had no money to buy them off, not today.
Why were there no teachers when you needed them? Always there when you were doing something they didn't like though.
He ducked down an alleyway, attemptiing to hide from the bullies, but one of them saw him and called out"heyup lads, there's another trying to get away!" He ran blindly, twisting and turning in his attempts to throw them off.
Twenty minutes later, he has shaken off the bullies, is limping from barked shins, has torn his school uniform, and is totally lost.
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Kage
Junior Member
I'm not here
I am not a carrot.
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Post by Kage on Feb 9, 2006 19:18:46 GMT -5
*It was a laughable mission, Kage reflected after carrying it out.
He had been surrounded by the city's great mages, even slunk right by the oft spoken of Mellinore. They were nothing, and as unobservant as most. They would not notice anything until it was all over with. Which it almost is, actually.
Kage slid the window open and chucked the body out the window, the rope slithering vocally across the floor as it unwound. The full weight of the corpse pulled the rope taught, pulling the desk that it was tied to slamming against the wall and knocking the glass pane out of alingment. That fell and shattered on the street below, not far from the playground. The corpse swung once, twice, then made a loud thud as it impacted with the crystal clean wall of the school.
Vice-prinicple Tordesh was well and truly dead, and on public display to the students below. Kunya kunyo.
Then he was gone.*
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Post by Students on Feb 9, 2006 19:28:04 GMT -5
Several of the children on the playground simply stare up at the swinging corpse. Others start crying hysterically. One or two actually try to fight down their smiles.
The news runs to the Academy like a wildfire, and within ten minutes the entire school has assembled on the playground. There are more children grinning- or trying very hard not to, rather- than the teaching staff can reasonably permit. They try to get the children inside, to put some order back in the chaos that has ensued, to put a sense of propriety in the children while the caretaker and two or three other teachers try, very clumsily, to pull the woman back in, to see if they can help. But most of the teachers have to fight down their own amusement.
A young teaching assistant is quickly dispatched to call the guards, while another goes round to Principal Brightshield's office, very nervously.
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