--- Interlude: Home and Away --- Session Start: Sun Mar 18 00:16:24 2001 --SESSION START-- >> Samantha looks up from her desk as someone knocks on the door. "Who is it?" * zath speaks from the other side, "It's Allen." *** zath is now known as Allen * Allen speaks from the other side, "It's Allen." «ooc: heh heh... » >> She smiles a little. "It's open!" * Allen opens the door, walks in, stands in the entry looking uncomfortable. um, Hello. >> Samantha is wearing a school uniform, oddly, and sitting at a writing desk. She stands and waves. "Hey. Come on in." * Allen glances at her attire. "Oh, did you decide to stay on at the Abbey?" Samantha: *laughs* No, not just yet...I need to go see Father first...but those clothes were the ones I was wearing all the way back at the Yggdrasil Facility, and I didn't have a change handy, so they let me use these. >> She twirls a bit, then sits down backwards on her chair, sighing. "Not the best way to come back..." Yeah.. the Abbey always seemed invulnerable to tragedy or mishap. * Allen sits on the corner of the bed. «ooc: is this the same dorm room she had before? » Yeah. Samantha: Well...maybe it is! They found Mrs.Barter tied up in a closet somewhere, so...I guess nobody was permanently hurt. >> She sighs a little. "So...we did it, I guess." * Allen smiles. "That is good. I never expected her, well.. the doppelganger." Samantha: Heh. Yeah. Well.. I said we should talk about.. our past a bit. I guess now is a good a time as any. * Allen squirms a bit. Samantha: ...yeah. I guess we have to deal with that once we leave. Well, let's start with this: Where do we stand so far? Samantha: ...stand? *blinkblink* If you weren't my half-sister, what would.. Samantha: ...I...don't really follow. * Allen can't finish his thoughts. Samantha: If I weren't your half-sister, we'd still be here, at the Abbey, I suppose. .oO( She doesn't.. she doesn't know? ) Sam, remember before the bridge.. after I made that enchanted item. We were walking back from the garden, across the bridge. I said a few things, you did too. Then the accident happened. After that, well.. there wasn't time to resolve our conversation. >> Samantha blinks again. "I see what you mean..." >> She leaps sideways a bit, expression null. «ooc: LEANS » «ooc: big diff there ^_^ » « Aye ^^ » Samantha: I guess...with everything that's been happening... «ooc: OMG! She REALLY hates me! » «ooc: ? » «ooc: er.. nevermind. Sorry. No more OOC. » «ooc: taking that typo further. Sorry. » Do you still feel the same way? If we didn't know about our shared ancestry... Samantha: I...do...but... * Allen leans forward reaching toward her hand. >> She takes his hand, looking at it instead of him. «ooc: She pokes it and it starts to leak. Er.. bad acid flashback. » «ooc: heheh. Forgot about that. » «ooc: do any of us remember our little escapade? » «ooc: escapades, even. » «ooc: Oh yeah, you all do, but in a vague dreamlike way, no more than any other vague dreams. » «ooc: Okay. » «ooc: But yes, you do. » * Allen sits there like that for a moment. .oO( It's just too confusing. Why did I have to find out about my father? I could have been perfectly happy... ) *** McGrue (mcgrue@dsl-72.iexposure.net) has joined #warpg «ooc: hello » « OOC: heya! » «ooc: Welcome to the Shane Hatefest. » « OOC: really? :) » «ooc: Nah. » «ooc: yep! Er.. well, not really. » « OOC: Damn. I wanted to feel hated. » «ooc: You are. Just not in this lude. » « OOC: but don't let me interrupt. Go rp! :) » « OOC: Or... should I scram? :o » «ooc: no, typing long thing. » I think.. no, I know. I know that if the circumstances were different I would love to spend every waking second at your side. There's no one else I connect with better. There's probably no reason why I couldn't, even with the change that happened after we found out. But.. «ooc: I like how Allen gets so jealous that Neydisa has a friend, but now he's goony over Samantha. ^_~ » * Allen shakes his head. .oO( There is still something there. Why is it? Why can't I quantify the only reason that is holding me back? ) .oO( Guilt. ) .oO( GUILT. GUILT GUILT GUILT. Damn it all. ) «ooc: Say when done, btw. » I keep saying, "We have to talk." Then I can't say anything... I'm sorry Sam. Why don't.. why don't you tell me what you think. Does it really matter that we have some... similarities in our blood? Is it inappropriate? «ooc: er.. I guess I'm done. » Samantha: (q) It....doesn't matter what I think. It.. what? * Allen blinks. Samantha: It just matters what I do...and...everyone watches what I do. That's just the way it is. >> She sighs slowly, closing her eyes. I don't think I follow. Samantha: I'm rich...and probably famous now...but...I have so much responsibility that I can't really do what I want, what I think I should.There are all sorts of rules, and I have to follow them or the world breaks apart. It's just what I am. « OOC: how fatalistic. » What would happen if you let it go? « OOC: how egocentric! :D » Samantha: Then everything comes crashing down. I can't shirk this responsibility. *she shakes her head* I want to, but...I just can't be that selfish. « :/ » So.. you feel pressured by responsibility. I think I understand now. And if I go to Adlehyde with you and meet the Baron.. I mean, our father, I could join you in that position. But in what capacity? As brother or as... something else? .oO( Then what happens to Shane and the others? He did say he could use my help... ) « OOC: I wonder if Sam knows more than she lets on, or if she's just programmed to feel trapped. » .oO( Guilt. It has a name. ) «ooc: hehehe. Fuck you, Shane!~ » «ooc: Maybe neither, Grue. :P » Samantha: Brother is the only thing you can be. *she shakes her head* This is for you, too, you know...you...have a lot of privileges, and a great deal of freedom, but ultimately...you have to make your decisions for the country. And for the country, we're siblings. « OOC: My god. She wants Allen! :o » « OOC: :D » «ooc: We established that. » « OOC: Oh. Well, it's still cool :) » «ooc: You missed it. :D » « OOC: Was that before or after the Shane-hating? » .oO( Dreams of a simple live evaporate. Dreams of power manifest. ) To the country we'd be siblings. «ooc: oh EVIL » « Now he wants a secret thing..? ^^ » Samantha: *chuckles ruefully* Mm. «ooc: hey, what is ruefully? That's one word I didn't look up. » «ooc: Mournfully, sadly, etc » «ooc: regretfully...whatever » «ooc: Should have said "maniacally" » «ooc: UWahaha. » So, what would happen if, say.. it was in the best interest of the court that you marry someone else. And I do the same. Samantha: ...how do you mean? If we are siblings to the country, then we are potentially able to marry.. other people. I don't want to do that, not in the least. Samantha: Nobles don't marry for love. That's just the way it is. « How true. » «ooc: That's the idea. » * Allen shakes his head. I like the situation less and less. I just want to step back in time. Samantha: Oh, Guardians, yes...but...the only direction we can go is forward, I suppose. .oO( Or sideways, thanks to Shane. ) « OOC: It's a DOOR! :O » « OOC: sorry ;D » .oO( Heh, what a great place to elope. They'd never think to go look that way. ) «ooc: Shadaaaaaaaaaaaaap! » « OOC: I don't think Sam and Al would like a honeymoon in the Abyss... ;) » * Allen nods. "Forward." «ooc: I can't think. ARgh. » >> Samantha reaches behind her to grab the paper she was working on, staring at it. "I don't like calligraphy. It's difficult and useless. But I need to be perfect at it, just because I have that obligation." «ooc: I dunno if I can stay up late enough to finish all this. ^^; Grbbbl » «ooc: Then.. argh. » «ooc: I can go another 45 mins or so. » «ooc: maybe an hour. » « OOC: more Ludes on the plate? » «ooc: MAYBE 75 mins » «ooc: Well, don't rush. This is the important part. » Perhaps. But.. I remember back when you were still new here... you wrote me a note, asking for help with some magical study, whatever. Nothing too groundbreaking. But on the folded paper there were my initials, intricately designed. "JAH." I held on to it, just because I knew that you put some thought behind it. >> She smiles a little. Samantha: Well...I guess nothing's completely useless. The actual process may be overly unentertaining and generally unnecessary. But the result might brighten the lives of a few people. And you can think about that sometimes. What am I doing to help others, how will their lives be changed for the better? The caligraphy was something that made me think. Your posision is much more. Samantha: ...yeah...you're right. But...it's hard, when it's something that makes you so unhappy. * Allen sighs. "Yes, I understand. I'm sorry there is little I can do to help this. I wish there was something.." Samantha: Just being here helps. But...*she looks up* You know...only my father knows about you...you have no obligations yet...you don't have to come back...but...that doesn't mean you shouldn't...it's all very confusing. If I go back, I'm can be with you. But I can't be with you in any fashion other than half brother. The restrictions of court prevent it. If I do not go with you... there is nothing. Unless you visit the Abbey, but I have a feeling that won't occur very often. Samantha: Yeah... >> She folds her hands. Then.. there is now. We see the impending decision lying on the horizon. But now... Samantha: Now...so...what would you like to do with now? .oO( guilt. guilt. guilt. ) «ooc: that doesn't even look like a word anymore. » * Allen looks into her eyes. The eyes that mirror his own. >> She blinks, but does not look away. «ooc: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. » «ooc: zathras is broken. » «ooc: Problem? » «ooc: no, brain is overloading. aaagh. Oh well. » .oO( Damn the consequences. ) * Allen leans forward and lets his eyes close. He steals a kiss from Sam. «ooc: Want to end the scene there, or continue? » .oO( It may not go on. But there is now. ) «ooc: * zathras's head explodes. End. » >> Zathras' head explodes. End. «ooc: lol. » «ooc: looks like you'll need a new PC for Allen. » «ooc: Well, it was pretty quiet. » «ooc: er.. Player. » «ooc: sorry? » «ooc: No. OK, what next? » « Zath? :) » «ooc: My head just exploded ;_; » «ooc: It's icky. All over the place. I need a mop. » «ooc: I guess I would go ask about Megido Blazing Sword next. » «ooc: Who you ask? » «ooc: Hmm. I'm not too sure about that. Would it make sense to ask the Spell Energy Physics professor? » «ooc: or.. just the highest ranking magician? » «ooc: Either. » «ooc: Don't forget the person your father told you to see, too. » «ooc: he doesn't like James too much. On the other hand, James knows the most about that sort of thing. Damn. » «ooc: Though we may need to do that separately. » «ooc: Yes, okay. » «ooc: He'll go see Prof. James first. Then he'll go visit.. what'shername. » «ooc: Kay. » «ooc: what Was her name? Quixot or something? » «ooc: Quinxot » «ooc: I was close ;) » «ooc: do you want that note with bio information on James? » «ooc: I have. » >> Later... >> Professor Kieran James stands at a table facing a chalkboard covered in runes, carefully adjusting a spell matrix aligned with several polished gemstones. He «ooc: Gah » >> Professor Kieran James stands at a table facing a chalkboard covered in runes, carefully adjusting a spell matrix aligned with several polished gemstones. He is quite absorbed as he moves the gems minute lengths, one at a time. «ooc: -presses the red button and blows up the academy. » «ooc: I enter now? » «ooc: If you like. » «ooc: okie. » * Allen taps a little sheepishly at James' door. Kieran: Come in. * Allen opens the door and steps through. "Um, hello Professor. I have a question for you." >> He doesn't turn, intent on his work. "Who does?" * Allen blinks. "Allen Harper, sir." Kieran: Ah! Harper. I hear you and your comrades put on quite an impressive show. Perhaps you've already learned all you can here. «ooc: ? » «ooc: sorry, someone barged in and asked me questions. >_< » «ooc: The horror! » «ooc: Yeah, the one in question was Horror marked. » I tend to doubt that, sir. At any rate, I have a question concerning a type of spell or magical force I haven't heard of in class before... Kieran: Good of you...what is this spell? It.. it's name is interesting, but I remember little else regarding the effect. I gather it was somewhat destructive, which is why I'm a little concerned. It was called "Megido Blazing Sword." «ooc: Uh. » «ooc: You don't knwo the name. » «ooc: No one does. » «ooc: What? Doesn't it.. call out in my mind.. and.. aww shucks. » «ooc: ...hehe. » «ooc: I was taking a Magic Knights approach to magic ;) » « OOC: raru » «ooc: FLAME ARROW! That sort of thing. » « heh. :) » «ooc: then obliterate that. :) Let's see. Where's a log when you need one? » «ooc: You were gone for that part. » «ooc: connect crash. » «ooc: Someone sent me a log... when I was on a different computer. So I don't have it anyway. » «ooc: Well, you don't remember much aside from a vast surge of destructive power and a bright purple light. » « I can get the log if you wish.. but yeah. You just went all he man for an instant ^^ » « OOC: heh. » I don't remember much other than a surge of destructive power and a bright purple light. It just about obliterated a monster we were fighting against. I felt I had no control over it... it just came forth unbidden due to stress and desperation. Kieran: *interest piques briefly in his level voice* This is an ability you summoned, without intending to? During deleterious circumstances...most likely it was what is called "soul magic", "innate power", or "force power". Are you able to show me? Um... I doubt that would be a good idea. Kieran: But you could, conceivably? Perhaps. I don't know, it knocked me off my feet for a good period of time. Kieran: Hmm. That sounds rather powerful for a force ability in one like you. Interesting. *** McGrue (mcgrue@dsl-72.iexposure.net) Quit (Connection reset by peer) «ooc: I can do this for 20 mins or so I think...we might have to OOC the first meeting with Quinxot or do it in-sess. » «ooc: okay. » A.. force ability? «ooc: now is Force mentioned in class? Stuff like Roulette, Hologram, Overdrive... » «ooc: Not much. » Kieran: Quite simple, really, though I doubt you've heard much of it. Everyone has a few powerful abilites like unto but not entirely similar to magic. However, these abilities have to be drawn out...they cannot be learned. It's quite unusual to have a powerful one, though. I see. So it's generally nothing to be worried about? Is there a way to supress or call upon such talents? Or could it happen at a inopportune time? Kieran: If that is indeed what it is, you will gradually gain control over it. * Allen nods. Kieran: if you're truly concerned, however, you should see a thaumaturgic delver...a diviner or the like. Kieran: I don't think it is necessary myself, but I can't judge without having seen the power. Ah, hmm. *** McGrue (mcgrue@dsl-72.iexposure.net) has joined #warpg Perhaps I could show you, but it would have to be monitored carefully. I don't want to accidentally blow a hole in the side of the Abbey or somesuch. * Allen grimaces. Kieran: Come to me later this evening. I'll set up a safe zone for you. Alright. Thank you, sir. * Allen bows. Kieran: *nods* Get the door on your way out, harper. * Allen does just that. --SESSION END-- Session Close: Sun Mar 18 04:25:20 2001