--- Session 33: Pieces --- Session Start: Sun Mar 18 15:52:32 2001 --SESSION START-- >> The female mage leads Neydisa and Kestrel into the cafeteria, pointing to Shane, who sits alone amidst a sea of papers. "Over there..." «ooc: sorry. » « OOC: wb ras » Ah, thank you. <> «ooc: You've been called by Shane. » Kestrel: How is the work going? * Shane speaks to the guards: "Could you all step outside and close the doors until told otherwise by me?" * Shane turns to Kestrel, glee in his eyes. «ooc: http://rpgcafe.net/WARPG/files/quietude.mid » * Shane waits until the Students have stepped out before speaking... >> The girl nods, and all the makeshift guards leave the room. I can build it. «ooc: Storen, BTW, you're on. ^_~ » I can *build* it! «ooc: They will come! » * Neydisa enters the room, rubbing her eyes slightly. "You.. so you've deciphered it completely?" «ooc: Shane: And if I *b...damn you ALLEN! » «ooc: LOL » Kestrel: Extraordinary...even with a book this ancient? Yes... and I can fill in all of the parts... save the Three pieces Death stole. They are.... unique. «ooc: he only has 2. ^_^ » « OOC: quite right. dumb me. » Yes, indeed... * Neydisa frowns a abit. "Well, didn't watcher still have one of the pieces? The power stone?" We must make moves at once to aquire the Power Gem. >> Kestrel rubs his chin. "Then we appear to be stalemated...but...at least we know that they cannot build it without these insturctions." Watcher's Gem is not as Unique, and it was somewhat damaged, if I recall... .oO{ ...that bag. I wsh I could find him... } I wish I could commit the instructions to memory flawlessly and destroy my notes... But.. «ooc: Bag? » * Shane looks hesitant. «ooc: Old bag. » « OOC: Watcher pulled the 'working' gems from his bag! » «ooc: Oh, THAT bag. » « *nods* » « OOC: prolly snatched'm out of time or something. Bastrad. » Kestrel: It should be all right. The main concern is to see that nobody else can steal and decipher the main copy. * Shane nods. * Neydisa nods in agreement. I believe that it should stay with me at all times... If I'm the only one that can build this on our side, so if they get me, we're screwed in any case. Kestrel: Hmm. I will speak to the faculty about that. * Shane nods. * Shane sighs. * Shane turns to Neydisa. Neydisa... You may be the one I trust most here... You've always been dependable and asked nothing for yourself... «ooc: This midi doesn't seem appropriate. Gleh. Let me look... » «ooc: I'm listening to PArticle Man. » «ooc: Hahahaha! Everything is going according to plan! Uh, I mean, thank you. » * Neydisa looks at Shane as he focuses on her. "I'm just trying to do my best, Shane... and I've gotten mroe out of this venture than you may think." «ooc: brb ^^ » *** Ellena (dinner@pionet-250.lclark.edu) Quit (Quit: Quote #51 * Katya nudges a few passengers out of the way and sets Cody down in an empty seat, mumbling about royals being heavy. <> <> «ooc: Why do you keep saying Cody? » « O_O » « ^^; I'm totalyl sorry about that.. alli) « ack ^^ » *** Ellena (dinner@pionet-250.lclark.edu) has joined #warpg *** ChanServ sets mode: +o Ellena * Shane smiles, with concern evident. «ooc: Better ^^ » * Shane nods. Perhaps. At any rate... I must know for sure... «ooc: This is a little TOO perky, but... » «ooc: http://rpgcafe.net/WARPG/files/forward.mid » Can Mister Claren be trusted? Can you verify that he is whom he says he is? * Neydisa looks a bit troubled. "Shane, I told you before who he is. I trust him with my life, as he's saved us all once already..." * Shane folds his hands, and looks down in thought. Kestrel: I would offer to have a background check run, but I'm afraid there's little we can do to confirm the identity of a dead man. * Shane sighs, looks up, and smiles a little smile at Neydisa. The sheer fact he's even among us is a miracle. ge Ramtos sent him back to aid us, of this I'm sure. Please, don't doubt his sincerity.. «ooc: The dead have risen and are voting republican! » I trust your opinion. I just am a bit paranoid right now... so close to the goal... «ooc: Shane: You know...the goal...universal domination... » .oO{ Two months ago you wouldn't consider speaking to a Shaman. Now you rely on one, love one, and will accept another on good faith?... } Kestrel: We may not be as close as we feel. We still have no idea where the two stolen machine parts could be. I will find a way to find them. * Shane stands up. At any rate, we must get to Arctica. Kestrel, will you make the proper arrangements? I would like to leaev within the day. * Neydisa looks up. "Arctica?" * Shane nods. It is where a Pwer Gem lies in wait. « OOC: God, these immortality rings fuck up my spelling. » «ooc: How big are they? » « OOC: They're about half a cm on each side where they rub against your fingers. » We must procure it for our uses, while I think on how to locate the lens... Kestrel: I will require access to the capital city to arrange our travel papers. So once again our path is set before us, it seems. «ooc: Er, OUR capital city. » * Shane nods. Neydisa, would you be willing to fly to Adlehyde? «ooc: ... you seriously own immortality rings? » «ooc: nevermind, we'll talk later. » «ooc: Least it's not a cock-ring ;) » « OOC: it is. I type with my man-muscle. » I.. I have no trouble with that. * Shane nods... Kestrel: We should depart immediately if we hope to be quick. Let's try to round everyone up here within the half-hour. I want to debreif everyone personally... We shall leave within the hour. Kestrel: Hmm. Very well. Shane.. * Neydisa looks to him. "I've heard Arctica is a very harsh place, if not for the ice, then for the military that rules it. Please be careful when we go." * Shane looks up. I'm... not afraid of Arctica. Kestrel: *chuckles* Political barriers are not a problem for me. It's all in how you treat people. If you know how to act, you are accepted. It is a rule with people... Kestrel: At any rate. I shall see what I can do about gathering the others. Oh? I see... * Shane nods. * Neydisa nods. "I'll go get everyone then." Please, do hurry... And.. ...Do not speak of our goal. I wish to keep everyone on the same page from now on... Kestrel: I am aware. *departs* «ooc: Uh...by not telling them of the goal doens't that NOT keep them on the same page? » * Neydisa nods quickly, before setting off to search for her friends. « I think he means the stone itself. :) » << It keeps everyone else on page 'dumb' ;) >> «ooc: Ah. Okay ^^ » « Ney song o_O » « *hugs Lucca's station* » «ooc: Jojo? ^^ » >> After a bit of searching, Neydisa runs into Ellena in the halls. She seems to be wandering aimlessly, looking at each thing she passes with a curious eye. « Hai. » «ooc: ~This is the song, la la la la...Neydisa's song!~ » * Neydisa strolls the hallways, approaching Ellena. "Ellena?" * Ellena looks up at what appears to be a painting drawn by a student, entiled "Avent of Angels". « lol » * Ellena hmms and looks up, "Oh! Neydisa..." « OOC: I have to leave the game about an hour early, all. I told Gayo this, but forgot to mention again before the session. » Dinner Guests. « OOC: fuck. » «ooc: Yeh. » * Neydisa comes over to look at the painting. "It's a really nice piece of work isn't it? Wanting to know people are protecting you from somewhere above.." « OOC: Dinner Guests. » «ooc: Tell me when it's nearing go-time. » * Shane nods./ * Ellena nods, "I just like how the student used such vibrant colors...It really makes the painting stand out..." Yeah.. I hate to interrupt you, though. But Shane is looking for everyone. Oh...? He finished reading the book already? O_o Yes, if you can believe it. ^^ * Ellena nods, "And he has a plan on what to do next, huh? I guess I better go see him. I hope he slept a bit before I saw him last. He seemed so tired..." He works himself so hard... it can't be healthy. :/ But he's a driven man, and I admire that. It's all we have to go on so far... * Neydisa looks down the hall. "I need to get everyone else... see you later?" :) I just hope that drive doesn't warp him... «ooc: ... » «ooc: You suck, Lucca. ^_~ » * Ellena nods, "Yeah...I'll head down there right away" ^^ « Pun. heh ^^ » «ooc: ...Oh. that was totally unintentional O_o » «ooc: LOL. Wow. I do suck because I didn't even mean to make that pun. o_o » « Even better :) » «ooc: lol! » « OOC: You have been corrupted. » «ooc: Resistance is futile? » >> Elsewhere... «ooc: she must've been hanging around with Tarkuss. » «ooc: Who? ^^ » «ooc: You, Lux :) » « brb ^^ » «ooc: Nonono. Who's Tarkuss? » «ooc: Someone from Espernet. » «ooc: Someone on Espernet. Pun factory. » « OOC: A pediphile with a Masters in CS ;D » >> On the second floor of the Abbey, Jeff stands on an overhanging balcony, staring out at the wind-whipped grassy plains. The sky is overcast, and the air moist, portending bad weather. << Oh lord. Tarkuss.>> «ooc: He jumps off! He's dead again! :o » <> * Allen digs the midi ^_^ «ooc: AUGH! » «ooc: Sorry! » « OOC: we're bad today. » « OOC: and so is the OOC. wanna go to #warpgOOC ? » «ooc: i'd kinda rather not. » «ooc: Jeff, pose? ^_^ » * Jeff leans against the balcony's rail, watching the grass be blow about by the wind. <> <> «ooc: Wiiiiiishing on a dream that seeeems far offff » «ooc: O_o » «ooc: DAMN YOU! ;_; » « OOC: The null moon is a more disturbing backdrop for that song than the Blue Star ;) » <> «ooc: He should! He should! He's hope! He needs to sing a song...of hope! » >> Kestrel approaches quietly. "Hey." * Jeff turns back to look. "Ah.. Kestrel? Hello." « back » Kestrel: Shane thinks he has discovered information on how to proceed. We should all get together. * Jeff nods, standing up straight and folding his hands together in the sleeves of his cloak. "That's good. Where is he?" Kestrel: Still in the cafeteria, I believe. I'm going to look for Miss Johansen, since she is on this floor...could you stop by the ward and get Charity? She's...oh, you may not recognize her. She's the short, pretty blonde doctor. Short, pretty, blond. Gotcha. I'll look for her. >> Kestrel nods, and steps back into the building, departing towards the girls' dormitories. « OOC: Kestrel has Florence Nightingale Syndrome! :D » «ooc: Huh? » « OOC: fell in love with his nurse » * Jeff turns and walks back in as well. «ooc: She's a doctor. ^_~ » «ooc: Small techicalites ;) » >> Jeff finds the ward with a minimum of fuss. As it turns out, Charity is easy to find, as she's the most active person there, and the only one not in an identical uniform. She wanders from here to there, tending to two boys and a girl who seems to have a fever. * Jeff watches for a moment. "Excuse me.. Dr. Charity?" « OOC: it'd be nice if we could graft the Yamato cannon to the Bird... » « :o » «ooc: Yamato Cannon? » <> « OOC: Think about the Mako Cannon. » « OOC: That, except on a spaceship. » >> She turns, smiling. "Dr.LeBlanc, actually...oh, you're...I'm sorry, I'm not sure I know your name?" «ooc: Yamato Cannon? The things in Starcraft? » «ooc: We can't operate the ship for a minute after we fire, though. » «ooc: Oh, I'm thinking Crusade. » « OOC: Like in Crusade :) » « OOC: Same thing, Allen. » «ooc: Well, then! » «ooc: Heh. Cannons on spaceships are impractical anyway. » « OOC: The Yamato was the same way, IIRC. » * Jeff smiles. "Jeff Claren, Doctor. I'm supposed to tell you that Shane's apparently figured something out from that book, and wants to talk to everyone." <> Charity: Ah! All right then, I'll be down shortly. Thank you. * Jeff nods. "All right. I'll let them know you're coming." * Jeff walks back out, heading for the cafeteria. «ooc: Debates eating her cadberry creme egg today ^^ » Boy: I really don't feel very sick, ma'am...can I go now? >> Charity chuckles, heading over to his table and looking in the mug set there. "I think you should drink your tea, first, Ben. You don't want to catch cold." >> She pats him on the head and leaves the room. «ooc: Yay! Ben! » « Ben. heh. ^^ » «ooc: It's the same guy from the tower :) » >> Ben looks around surreptitiously, then slides a bedpan out from under the bed, pours the tea into it, and slides it back under. « yep. he actually reappeared. cool. :) » « OOC: Bens rock. » «ooc: LOL ^^ » >> Elsewhere... <> «ooc: figures. » «ooc: lol » «ooc: Watch Ben be this evil monster now because he didn't drink the tea. » <> >> Ellena is walking through the halls on the way back to the cafeteria when she runs into a large crowd clogging the way. « ^^ » « OOC: People wanting to eat, maybe?! :D » * Ellena blinks, "Did Shane invite the whole school? O_o" <> « Hall Monitor: Please keep calm! I know we're out of hot dogs, but do not panic! :o » Excuse me? ^^; Can I pass through? « OOC: I was hoping to avoid that. » «ooc: This isn't OUTSIDE the cafetera, BTW, it's just on the wat. » «ooc: nothing worse than a disgruntled mage. » « OOC: yeah! Remember how hungry Cecilia always was? » * Ellena tries to politely push her way through the throng of people. « OOC: Magic takes calories out of you! » Random Girl: *waves* Hi! Huh, you're not here to get food? Oh, that's good. I don't want to lose my place in...HEY! *turns around and socks another girl in a school uniform* That's my spot! << How about a hoarde of disgruntled mages? :D >> « OOC: oh, they set up temp service. Good. » >> The chef shouts from behind an open door. "Meatloaf comin'!" ^^; I'm sorry...I'm just heading there to meet someone...not eat. Would it be a problem if I could...ah...pass? ^^; «ooc: I eat you! * bares big Elw teeth. » >> Plates with meatloaf on them get passed out the door so quickly they're practically being thrown. One whizzes by Ellena's head, then stops in midair as Rayle catehces it in his mouth. « OOC: O_o » . o O ( This is so surreal... O_o Rayle? ) Rayle? O_o Rayle: 'Ey 'Ik! I got some...whoa...*begins to sink under the weight* A bit...'eavy there... « OOC: Wouldn't a plate take Rayle with it? » «ooc: He has levitational powers, but he prolly got knocked back a ways. » « OOC: he's a floaty mouse? :D » * Hikaru rushes up and catches the windrat before he goes splat on the wall or ground. "Easy there, I asked to grab some food, not become road pizza..." ^^; >> Rayle drops the plate in Hikaru's hands. "Well, ain't my fault if they ain't handin' it out like proper." 'Karu! ^^; *waves* * Hikaru shrugs and takes the plate, chewing on some of the meat. "Right, true. Hey, 'Lena." «ooc: Just to clarify: The chef is handing out food through the kitchen back door because Shane has the careteria cordoned off. » Hey...We're supposed to meet Shane in the Cafeteria...did you hear? « Poor angry students. ;) » Rayle: Sure, NOW we're 'llowed in. «ooc: Shane would block off hte bathrooms, I bet! » Rayle: *sneeze* « OOC: Mwahahaha! » «ooc: And Shane would just rationalize the students just have to HOLD it in » << Go find an outhouse! Ha! >> * Hikaru sweatdrops. ^^; « OOC: Just one gender of bathrooms, to create inequity! ;D » Rayle, you okay? You sound like you're catching something again.. ^^; * Ellena smiles pleasantly at the two, waiting for them to finish inhaling their lunch. Rayle: *rubs his nose with a paw* Mebbe it's th'weather. « How cruel Shane. ;) » * Hikaru nods. "Understandable, I guess. Anyways, if what 'Lena says is right, we have to go talk to Shane. Maybe he actually has a plan that -works- this time.." * Hikaru says that with a bit of a dry tone Rayle: Beats standin' out 'ere. <> «ooc: Tea + Urine = Mutation to NASTY MONSTER OF THE WEEK » I was trying to get through to the cafeteria...but there's so many people around... ^^; I'm not used to shoving people. Rayle: Well, we'll figger sumfin out. Chef: Mashed p'taters comin'! >> The crowd ducks and dives for cover. * Hikaru finishes his food and then walks up to Ellena. "Well, there's gotta be another way around, right?" >> Later.... «ooc: OK, ff. » «ooc: ff? » « OOC: fastforward » «ooc: oooh » >> Finally, after some effort, Allen, Charity, Ellena, Hikaru, Jeff, Kestrel, Neydisa, and Samantha gather to listen to Shane. «ooc: |>> » «ooc: And Rayle. » * Shane stands up, trying not to look exhausted. Okay. Time, as always, is short, so forgive me this brevity... «ooc: Shane needs to invest in Jolt COla. » >> Kestrel nods. * Allen listens to Shane, but his mind appears to be wandering. * Hikaru nods. * Ellena nods as well. ...Before I start... Know this. From here on out I will be a primary target for our unknown enemy. Before, we were disregarded by them, and now this has changed... >> Samantha picks at her blouse, looking down. ...so, if anybody wants out... ...Please, leave now. I will not hold any grudges if you do not wish to put your life on the line for mine. Kestrel: *looks to Charity, who stands at his side* Charity... * Neydisa stands with everyone, not making any motion other than shaking her head quite firmly to that question. Charity: ...(q) you're still not at your best. I'd feel more comfortable being along... I'm with you all the way Shane...Don't worry. * Allen glances at Samantha, then at Shane. ...If Ellena's in, I'm in. >> Kestrel and Charity continue there exchange in low tones. Rayle: Me too. * Shane smiles at Ellena. * Shane nods at everyone in turn... Just be careful, you two. ^^ And everyone... Charity? * Jeff smiles. "I have no choice. I'm with you." I'm afraid Kestrel must come along. However... >> Charity lowers her eyes. "I believe I will stay in Adlehyde." * Shane nods. It is for the best. Charity, I must ask you to wait outside, then. We shall get you as we leave for the bird. Charity: ...very well. Thank you. Samantha: I...I don't have the option of continuing on with you. I have to stay at the manor now that I've returned. I'll, uh, I'll follow Miss LeBlanc. * Ellena looks at Charity in sympathy, since it seems apparent this isn't the choice she really wanted to make. >> Samantha sighs, smiling softly at Allen before heading for the door. * Allen looks torn. * Shane nods at the nobleborn. Is everyone left in, then? «ooc: *kicks out all the NPCs* Go away! It's too hard to play all of you at once! » I... * Shane turns to Allen. * Allen frowns. «ooc: Hehehe. » ...Allen, I'm afraid you're the only one who has no choice here, but for me. Allen... I'm sorry... we both know too much... After last night... I.. what? * Shane looks genuinly sorry. * Allen stands up. «ooc: Shane: Wiith the sex tapes...and the sealed confession.. » What? I have no choice? * Shane nods. You must come as well. ... «ooc: Shane: Come here, mistress! » * Neydisa looks at Allen and Shane, concerned. I'm sorry. If I may explain? * Allen shakes his head. "If you must." * Shane holds up the book, and a sheaf of notes that Allen and he have poured over. Here is the quarry. The Machine that I must build and that our Enemy desires. They captured a Metal Demon and forced him to gather pieces for this. That is no small task, so I must assume their resources manifold. * Ellena nods slowly, listening. We've stopped their lackey, but by now they must know I have found this book. That means, where before we were ignored by them, now *I* am their primary target. If Katia really was the spy, then they know about all of us, too... Kestrel: Not quite. They do not know what Shane and Allen have discovered. * Allen scowls. I hold the book, and I have the notes, and most importantly of all, I now understand it. And if Katia is their agent, they also know this. Therefore, I will be their quarry, where the parts were before... Allen, fortunatly, doesn't understand the finer details of the mechanics, so he won't need to take as drastic measures... but... They won't know who understands what you found.. ...If I am ever captured, unless thwarted... I will not live very long, and the book shall not survive. I've wired myself with a dead-man's switch. If I can, I will destroy myself rather than let the Enemy gain me or the Plans. * Allen blinks. * Shane closes his eyes for a moment, looking down. * Jeff shakes his head. "Katia left before you two studied that over. Allen's not likely to be singled out by them based on what she can tell... you what?" .oO( He takes this too far. ) «ooc: Lucky nobody else has Augment Tech. :D » . o O ( Shane...how could you do that...? ) * Neydisa wideyes. Allen, as I said before, doesn't know the whole picture... so... Kestrel: *shakes his head* Be very cautious. * Shane grimaces. ..so what's stopping me from going to Adlehyde with the others? It is a very safe mechanism. It's only a precaution. Shane.. you.. are willing to sacrifice that much? If the book or I fall into enemy hands... we are all doomed. There will be no hope,. There's always hope. * Shane shrugs. I do what I must. * Hikaru sighs and shakes his head. "Shane's willing to sacrifice anything he can for this, Ney. I've already seen that. He's either a genius or a madman.." Rayle: ...that's pretty gutsy of yer. Not bad. At any rate... * Ellena looks worried...-_-; Rayle: That's one wire I'll try not ter nibble on. «ooc: Rayle *smirks to himself and then goes to nibble on it* >:) » * Neydisa closes her eyes, whispering, "...a lot like someone else I knew..." I'm sorry to all of you that I've kept our goals immediate for this past... journey, but I'm afraid I can't tell most of you all of what we must do still. If anyone is captured, we must have surprise on our side... ...So, know that our next goal is to retrieve a component they do not yet have. .oO( And he doesn't trust us. ) And we shall go to Arctica. * Shane grimaces. * Jeff shakes his head. "Make sure you know what you're doing, Shane. Even if they somehow get the plans, we can still build the machine if we get the parts... if you're alive. Losing that book wouldn't be the end of the world." Rayle: ...uh. That might be a bit of a problem. * Allen wideeyes. * Hikaru blinks and stays silent for a few before turning around. "...You may have some problems getting into Arctica with...well, with me in tow. As much as I feel I need to go with you, I know that it may be better for all of us if I were to stay behind with the others..." Arctica?! Hikaru...? You're...? We will be stopping in the capital for half of today, departing within the half hour. >> Kestrel looks Hikaru's way. "There is a problem with you and Arctica?" ...It's not that I don't want to, it's that you're all in danger if I go along. ... ...You could say that, Kestrel. ... ...Hikaru... I asked if any would want to leave beforehand. ...I didn't know you were going to Arctica. Now you know sensitive information... >> Kestrel ponders. "Shane, may I take a minute away from this meeting to speak with Hikaru?" «ooc: Shane: And you didn't say anything! You're just a big spoilsport! :/ » He has good reason, Shane. * Shane nods at Kestrel after a moment's thought. Shane, I can't just up and leave again... Please...Shane...leave him be...We all have pasts we don't like to talk about...I should know... >> Kestrel looks around before heading into an adjacent washroom, beckoning for Hikaru to follow. "This way, we can talk in here." * Neydisa nods... «ooc: You can't go there! Shane blocked it off! » * Shane looks... stunned for a second. Clearly vcaught off gaurd by the responses. * Hikaru follows, knowing it's somewhat important. --PAUSE!-- «ooc: OK...Ash, should we do this publically or no? » «ooc: Up to you. Publically works fine for me unless it slows down the game. » «ooc: Well, it will slightly either way, but OK, we'll do it publically then. Anyone who minds hot gay sex should prolly leave. » >> Kestrel closes the door, folding his arms. Rayle: So wossis all about, gloomy? « OOC: Kestrel unfurls his 'footlong'. » «ooc: Is Rayle talking to me or Kestrel? » «ooc: Kestrel. » Kestrel: Hikaru...I take it from what you've said that you are wanted for some sort of crime in Arctica? ...You catch on quick, Kes. « OOC: Immunity! » «ooc: That's cause she's Ocampan. » « hehe » «ooc: Oh, that hurt. I die. » « OOC: Kestrel hands Hikaru an Invincibility Star, and walks back to the room. » «ooc: Ooh. I want the Sherrif Star! ;) » Kestrel: I am an investigator by trade. I must ask you to be candid...what exactly is it you are wanted for? «ooc: No Sherriff Star. ^_~ » ...... Murder. >> Rayle watches Kestrel carefully. Kestrel: *nods* Are you guilty? « OOC: Hik> I killed the aged legendary Jack van Burace. Got his mousey. You like? » No. However, there's no way to prove myself innocent, seeing as the one man who claimed to have framed me is now crippled if not dead on the tracks to Old Seim. Kestrel: ...hmm. How long ago was it that you left the country? 5 years or so. Kestrel: ...I see. Rayle: Wott're ya plannin'? « OOC: you were accused of muder at age 11? » «ooc: Drag dressing! » «ooc: 13. » « OOC: early start. » «ooc: Heh. ;P » «ooc: Says you, Shane. ^_~ » «ooc: * Hikaru and Gayo do the FF6-style headnod fest » « OOC: Hey, Shane was never *freamed* at that age ;D » « I lvoed that. ^^ » « OOC: framed, even. » «ooc: "creamed" even ;) » «ooc: Hey, I'd talk to Shane while those two are out of the room. Can I do this? » *** Katt (.@a24b94n79client213.hawaii.rr.com) has joined #warpg « OOC: go ahead... I think Gayo's busy » «ooc: well... » «ooc: Private convo? I'm more or less done.... » «ooc: well the others can hear too, though. » «ooc: OK, just do it here now. » Shane, I can't just up and leave again. >> Kestrel and Hikaru continue to speak quietrly in the bathroom while the others talk outside. * Shane looks at Allen, sadly. I have a few things to take care of here, and then there's also trying to figure out all the madness in Adlehyde. I'm sorry... I didn't know you'd want to stay when I asked you to assist me last night, Allen... ..I...I needed you to decipher it. I can trust nobody else, Allen. I... don't even know if I can go anywhere but Aldencia. I am nobleborn. I have responsibilities. «ooc: OMG! I said Aldencia ^_^ » « OOC: Aldencia! :D » I... don't even know if I can go anywhere but Adlehyde. I am nobleborn. I have responsibilities. « OOC: Allen != Onam » I'd rather escape them, but I may have no choice... «ooc: Shane: Very well...if you want to go free...you must defeat me at the ALDEINICAN DINNER RITUAL! *starts running around the table* » You're... a noble? * Shane blinks. Oh... of course. I see now... * Shane grimaces. I thought it was obvious. Sam is my sister. I'm sorry, Allen... You... don't act quite like a noble. That's to be expected. I haven't even met my noble family. «ooc: *studio audience* OoooOOOOooooh. » You are... hrmm... Well... * Shane looks consternated. I've lived here, * gestures grandly at the Abbey * all my life. «ooc: Shane: You are...a shmuck! » «ooc: Shane: Err...that was the wrong thing to say, wasn't it? Ahaha... ^^; » «ooc: BTW, bold/underline aren't the most preferable means of emphasis since they die in converitng logs to txt. ^^ » «ooc: oops. » «ooc: No big, just thought I'd mention it. » «ooc: Heck, Zed used RED text sometimes. » «ooc: heh heh. » Wel, Allen... as a noble, involved as you are, and I think Kestrel would agree... it's your duty to accompany. * Shane grimaces. Shane! You don't understand... I h a v e n o c h o i c e ! «ooc: Note to self: kill off Allen negt session. » «ooc: next » I am truly sorry, Allen. But this is a matter of national security. If I'd only thought to ask beforehand... «ooc: Shane is such a prick ^_~ » * Allen shakes his head. I have no choice either, Allen. Lady Destiny has swept us both away, it seems. It's not your fault, Shane. I just.. I need more time. «ooc: nah, not here. » «ooc: Wait. correction, Lady Destiny is a prick. » «ooc: He's just being smart. » I'm afraid that's the one commodity we never have enough of, Allen. « OOC: is there a Lady Desitny in WA? » «ooc: Not officially, but people still say that. » Precisely. Which is why I cannot come with you, at first. I could join you afterward, but there are things I must attend to. * Shane looks truly sorry. * Allen is resolute. «ooc: Battle of the facial expressions! » Let me see if Kestrel can arrange something... * Shane looks down. If you plan on leaving for Adlehyde in a half hour, I need to meet with a few people here at the Abbey now, else I'll have to come afterward. * Shane grimaces, looking almost... ashamed. One expression nobody here has seen on the inventor's face. But as far as the Kingdom goes, I have no idea what can be done about that. Allen. Go, then. See whom you must. But quickly... * Allen nods. "I'll get word to you if anything changes." He exits the cafeteria swiftly. «ooc: Augh, Shit, windows exploded. BRB. » And if you are left behind, make sure you have an escort from now on. At least six battle mages. * Shane shouts at the trailing mage >> Kestrel and Hikaru step out of the washroom. .oO( A bit overcautious... ) * Allen is down the hall, gone. Rayle: 'Ey, wot's wit' th'shoutin? * Ellena looks behind her, seeing that Rayle has returned. * Hikaru steps out, thinking a bit. * Shane looks at the floor, shaking his head. Kestrel: Is there a problem?> Kestrel. Could you arrange for a heavily armed escort for Mister Harper? He may be staying with his family if... * Shane grimaces. Kestrel: It seems imprudent, but I shall arrange it. Poor Allen...-_-; «ooc: Er. » «ooc: The staying is imprudent, not the guards. » «ooc: impudent?! I'll give you impudent! » Rayle: Wot, Allen ain't comin'? Bugger all. * Neydisa sighs.. Well, if he's not on the plane when we leave, You should arrange it while we arrange everything else. I hope he doesn't stay, but... Something happen with Allen? * Shane looks at the floor. He disagrees with coming, after I made it clear he must. * Shane looks somewhat lost. Rayle: (q) 'orrors. ...Anyway, we have not the time for this. Let me finish this... * Shane recomposes himself. ... Shane, how much time do we have to prepare before we get going...? We're going to Arctica. As you all may have gathered from hearsay if you haven't been there, it's a somewhat rough place, compared to the Land of Light. Twenty minutes. If you must do something, go now. (m) That's an understatement... * Hikaru nods. "Very well. I'll be back." We will be fine if you follow two basic rules of conduct. Kestrel: It will take me several hours to arrange for what needs to be done once we arrive, but we shall be returning here briefly for Allen. ...Are you coming, H--Oh. *never* challange their sense of loyalty to Arctica, or defame their nation. To do that is to beg for a bloody and miserable death. * Neydisa tries to listen, inwardly worried abotu the splitting up she's seeing. :/ * Jeff frowns. * Hikaru stops and looks at Shane, nodding. "Or at least a painful one." The second thing to keep in mind is to not try and sell anything there... and if you must, be very resonable in the pricing. * Hikaru chuckles. ...I doubt it will come up, but I've known several fellow merchants who've... run into bad dealings because of opportunism. >> Kestrel chuckles. "You can certainly condense politics into a simple form. Not unwise advice. The Arcticans are a proud people, and suspicious of change." * Shane shrugs again. * Shane nods, quietly. * Ellena keeps quiet, thinking quietly to herself. * Hikaru nods. "Very suspicious...." * Hikaru walks off to prepare. Unless anyone has a question, meet by the bird in twenty minutes. We cannot dally. * Neydisa nods. "Will Allen return in time..?" I'd appreciate it if those of you who don't need to prepare came with me to the bird now... I'll come with you, Shane... * Shane turns to Ney. That is up to young mister Harper. «ooc: Mister Johansen to you. » * Shane looks a little surprised at Ellena. «ooc: er.. nevermind. » * Shane nods and smiles at her. Kestrel: I suspect he will not be able to complete his errands that quickly. We can return to pick him up when we are ready to go, if not. * Ellena notices his surprised look and blinks, "That's okay, right? ^^" Y...yes. Quite alright. * Shane smiles. * Ellena smiles back. I suppose... .oO{ Bu...? } «ooc: Bu? :O » .oO{ This isn't the time to think about that, Shane... } « OOC: But, cut off mentally. » * Shane looks a little confused for a second, but brushes it away with a smile. * Neydisa lowers her head. "...I'll be there though, don't worry." >> MEanwhile.... >> Allen wanders around the halls of the basement, dim even in the afternoon, looking for the lab with "QUINXOT" written on the door. (q) Quinxot.. Quinxot... « OOC: you wanna focus on Allen for the rest? I've gotta go soon... » «ooc: Hmm. Not ENTIRELY on Allen, but I might do a bit with him. » «ooc: You can go, if you don't mind me NPCing you slightly as required. » «ooc: I'll probably end the session as we're about to go. ^_^ » «ooc: Er, about to go to Arctica. » « OOC: okay. I'll stay until I hafta go :) » >> The hallway connecting to the labs turns a corner heading towards a dark dead-end. Some of the lab numbers here are slanted due to missing nails, and the halls are dustier. .oO( Sister Tiem wouldn't let this happen... unless no one ever comes here. ) * Allen continues to look for the lab. >> He reads off the numbers as he walks...16...17...18...QUINXOT, and then 20, the final lab. >> "Quinxot" has been carefully written on the nineteenth door, and an eye painted below it in white paint. * Allen takes a breath and taps on the door timidly. «ooc: There is no Mrs. Zarves. There is no 19th story. » «ooc: That's what I was thinking. » * Allen giggles. «ooc: AUGH! » >> A slightly nasal voice comes from behind the door. "Oh, it's you! Well, I suppose you'd better come in." « Hmm.. where is that from.. ^^ » «ooc: Nuke that ;_; » «ooc: Aaah! Wayside school! » * Allen opens the door and takes in his surroundings. « OOC: Grey 13 is missing! » .oO( I've never been here... And I thought I knew this whole place like the back of my hand. ) «ooc: Shane: heh heh.. » Mrs., er.. Quinxot? I'm Allen Harper. My father said I should come and speak with you... * Allen bows. « OOC: Allen has two daddies and mommies! » «ooc: 2 daddies, one mommy. The other one is dead. » >> The door creaks open, stiff with disuse. The room, if possible, seems even dimmer than the basement halls, the only light coming from dozens of candles scattered everywhere and filling the air with sweet-smelling smoke. The basic structure is like that or the normal laboratory, but it has been entirely stripped, and is now covered with cobwebs, candles, and bizarre objects. >> Every section of the room is coated with runes drawn carefully in white paint. Most of the runes are unrecognizable. Allen finds himself bowing to nothing. No one appears to be in the room. * Allen peers about, gazing at the runes. "Um.. are you there?" * Allen scratches his head. «ooc: Damn fleas. » «ooc: Indeed. There is no Miss Zarves. » « OOC: Somebody set Shane up the bomb! ;_; » « OOC: sorry ;) » «ooc: ... evil. » >> The shadows shift, and a woman who moments before appeared to be only a vague shape amidst a pile of books and cobwebs glides into the light. Her hair is tall, orange, and violently frizzy, though everything else about her seems to sag slightly. She looks to be in her forties or fifties, and is short and fat. She peers at Allen through large, slanted glasses. "Close the door, won't you?" * Allen does as he is told. «ooc: http://rpgcafe.net/WARPG/files/nightlife.mid » I, um.. I'm sorry to bother you at this time, Ma'am. Mrs.Quinxot: Well, stop apologizing and tell me what you want, eh? * Allen gulps. "I, er.. Mr. Harper, my father, said I should come here and ask for a lesson from you. He didn't tell me more than that. So, er.. here I am." Allen spreads his arms. >> She walks forward, moving with short, heavy steps, peering at him carefully. "What year are you?" I, er.. I was a senior up until recently. There was a small emergency and I was taken away, but I've been practicing magic in the field. * Allen looks hopeful. Mrs.Quinxot: I see. What do you have graphed right now? * Allen recites his graphed spells, "Flame, Cleanse, Suction, Dispel, Enlighten, Revive, and Lock State. And I have Heal memorized." «ooc: Doo doot dee doo » «ooc: sorry. » Mrs.Quinxot: Memorized, eh? Not bad. Okay, let's see Flame. I.. what? What is the target? :o Mrs.Quinxot: Me! Don't be dense! * Allen sweatdrops. « OOC: ha! :D » >> She fumbles around, pulling out a spellbook and flipping through it. Okay.. er.. * Allen reaches for his graph and prepares to cast. «ooc: She dies! Now you get arrested for murder! » « OOC: Gayo, when you rp me, don't make shane whip out his shlong and start prodding the Shamans. Jeff might take offense ;) » Are.. are you sure it's okay? :/ « lol. » Mrs.Quinxot: Don't waste my time! I'm very busy. * Allen grits his teeth and hopes to the Guardians he doesn't get in trouble for this. * Allen reaches forward and casts Flame. The fire leaves his and and arcs toward the teacher... «ooc: His hand, even? » «ooc: HAND » «ooc: yes. » Mrs.Quinxot casts Accellerator! Acts pre-emptively! Mrs.Quinxot casts Flash Double! Can cast two more spells! Mrs.Quinxot casts Suction on Allen! Allen gains Suction! Mrs.Quinxot casts Reflect on Mrs.Quinxot! Gains Reflect! « uh oh ^^ » >> She flips through her book rapidly, firing off a blaze of spells. « OOC: hee hee. » Allen casts Flame on Mrs.Quinxot! Reflected back to Allen! « OOC: this is why she's in the basement, eh? » Suction absorbs Flame! Allen regains 4 MP! * Allen goes wideeyed. « Just me or that play out like a magic card round. o_O » >> She claps the spellbook shut and goes to work putting out a few cobwebs that caught on fire. «ooc: O_o LOL IT DID! » er.. Wow. Mrs.Quinxot: That's not too bad, dearie. « OOC: Channel fireball? Bastrad! » «ooc: The funny thing is Allen is EXACTLY where he started./ » «ooc: LOL. Channel fireball is the ultimate cheat ;) » «ooc: Hatred+Fling works well too. » Ornithopter, Enduring Renewal... ;) Mrs.Quinxot: Now...what did you say your name was again? Aaron? «ooc: Bastrad. » «ooc: Shane makes a suprise appearance! » Allen, ma'am. J. Allen Harper. * Allen grins a little sheepishly. Mrs.Quinxot: Yes, yes. How would you go about avoiding that happening in a duel, J. Allen? « OOC: Doh. » « OOC: I hate ooc/ic » <> I, er.. I dunno. Study harder? « OOC: counterspells. Lot of counterspells. » Mrs.Quinxot: Study harder? What's studying going to do for you in a fight? You going to quote famous historians? « OOC: get angry and Megido her. » «ooc: Screw you, Shane. ^_~ » * Allen frowns. "I guess not. Come prepared? Eat your vegetables? Bring some friends?" Allen is clearly grasping at straws, here. Mrs.Quinxot: That's a bit better...but what if that fails? How can you win this duel with your current abilities! I guess I couldn't. For all my recent practice, I'd end up roasted mage. Mrs.Quinxot: Why? « If you can offensive cast suction and whack her with your staff instead. ^^ » «ooc: He can try. :D » <> « OOC: Reflect youself. » I.. don't have the proper spells graphed. I'm not as advanced as I think I am. I'm.. wasting your time, ma'am... « OOC: Flame yourself. » «ooc: he doesn't have Reflect. » «ooc: Flame on! » « OOC: Dispel. » « OOC: ? » Mrs.Quinxot: That's because they don't teach you beans at this school! You can't learn anything with those silly textbooks and little chalkboard diagrams! >> She waves a finger. * Allen blinks. « OOC: Shane agrees ;) » .oO( I've never agreed with someone more. ) I.. I couldn't agree more, ma'am. But, what is the alternative? Powerful magic could be dangerous... That's why they don't teach it, I assume. Mrs.Quinxot: That's why they don't teach it here! You have to go to a special school and pass all sorts of tests! What bunk. But that's because most of the people here are too stupid to use it right! I see. Mrs.Quinxot: You don't seem like much of a hand at it, but I suppose I can try to teach you a thing or two... *grumble, grumble* You're familiar with Advanced Magic in theory, if not in practice? >> She wanders to a different part of the room before he can respond . I've, uh.. I've heard of it and I've seen a book or two involving it's use.. er.. where did you..? Mrs.Quinxot: What? Where did I put that infernal... >> *rummage rummage* * Allen feels the book bulging in his coat pocket. «ooc: Heh. Sorry for the rest of you that this is taking so long. ^^; » «ooc: I thought you gave that to Shane. » «ooc: I tried, but Shane said to keep it. » «ooc: Ah./ » Mrs.Quinxot: Ah! Here we go. * Allen frowns. >> She displaces a large amount of dust as, from somewhere in the darkness, she yanks out a pile of very basic crest graphs. However, the actual graphing done on them is scrupulously detailed, almost insanely so. She tosses them to Allen with little care. "Take these!" Mrs.Quinxot: Now, obviously you don't know those well enough to cast from them, but you can get the idea... * Allen almost yelps as he tries to catch them. Mrs.Quinxot: Give me one. *walks over* * Allen jumbles the spells around and hands her one that he is about to drop. Mrs.Quinxot: No, no, not that one! Oh, I suppose it'll do. This is Hi-Flame. It's the advanced form of Flame. Mrs.Quinxot: You see how it looks just like Flame? * Allen blinks. Erm, yes.. I guess so. >> She baps him on the head with her book. "Dope! It doesn't look at all like Flame!" « lol. I like her. :) » Wha..? Mrs.Quinxot: If you're not looking carefully, you can't understand the difference! Mrs.Quinxot: Your graphs are probably all messy! They don't teach you how to do them properly upstairs, and so they're sending legions of little mages out into the world without an inkling of proper graphing! I can't believe Allen's staying behind for Comic Relief ;D « OOC: ... » « OOC: fuck me. » «ooc: Uh. No ^^ » «ooc: After sess » <> « OOC: okay! :D » «ooc: well, okay. After sess » « OOC: woohoo! » « OOC: Orgy! » But.. there are the same crest notations and computations... this looks like Flame, but more like someone who wanted it to look perfect sketched it out... * Allen manages to scratch his head again while holding that armful of graphs. « OOC: heh. It's tighter, so more efficient. » Mrs.Quinxot: A graph's just a map because it's hard to remember the incantation. The better the map is, the closer you'll get to the True Magic! This graph has a more powerful spell because it's closer to the true form of this crest combination. Mrs.Quinxot: But it isn't enough just to be able to draw better graphs! I could give you these to study all you want and all the Flame theory in the world wouldn't do you a damn bit of good! Because they're filling your heads with fluff! You need to be better at READING the graph too! «ooc: hehe. I like this music. » So.. instead of just jotting down notes, a High Mage would spend considerable time to make his graphs appear closer to the actual crest appearance... « ...proof positive that good penmanship does help you in life. ^^ » I see. I think. :/ .oO( It's like Sam and her Caligraphy. ) « OOC: Your double negative has turned into proof positive! » «ooc: ...I really get tired of nemal msging me during RPGs. » «ooc: Nermal? » «ooc: bad kitten. » «ooc: lol ^^ » «ooc: It's like he never learns though ^^ » «ooc: uh, has Gayo pinged out? ^_^ » Mrs.Quinxot: Sort of. I guess you're not totally hopeless. Take some time out of your normal classes to come down here once a day and I'll see what I can do. «ooc: I was peeing. » «ooc: Ah. » Uh, well.. that might be a little difficult. I have to go to Adlehyde, and perhaps Arctica soon after... My situation is a strange one, ma'am.. Mrs.Quinxot: What are you, a travelling minstrel? Feh! All right, fine. Let's do a quick lesson. Put those down somewhere. * Allen looks for a surface to dispense the graphs. >> There are tables., but most of them are covered in candles. * Allen carefully tries to clear a small amount of space.. failing that he sets them on the floor. .oO( Tread carefully.. -_-; ) >> Once he puts them on the floor, she takes his wand and sticks it in his hand. "Now. You said you had Heal memorized?" Erm, yes. Mrs.Quinxot: Show me. *** Heather is now known as Heather-FoodRun * Allen points at the teacher, closes his eyes and chants, "Abschou Duchkai Alllat Miaaam, Prennest MUSE De Channat Ressuul!" >> Sparklies! Mrs.Quinxot: Not bad, not bad. Hey! Eyes open! This isn't bedtime! How're you gonna know if it worked or not? « hehe.. sparklies.. ^^ » * Allen opens his eyes. "Sorry. I was concentrating.. I guess.." « OOC: he really rolled the 'a' in Miam :) » « OOC: where the hell is my guest? We're starving and the Stew smells wonderful! » Mrs.Quinxot: Just picture the graph in front of you if you're having that much trouble! Don't they teach you anything? Okay, now do that again, but form each word more carefully! «ooc: *cannibalism joke* » * Allen nods, and gathers up some more manna. "Ab-schou Duch-kai All-att MiaAam... Pren-nest MUSE (rumble...) Deh Shah-naht Ress-oul!" >> Allen casts ordinary Heal again, but there are more sparklies. That didn't feel any different.. I'm sorry. :/ Mrs.Quinxot: Agh, this is going to take forever. Okay, it's like THIS... >> Fade out... >> After some work, the party is just about ready to leave Adlehyde, having prepared for the trip and secured the papers necessary. However, Kestrel and Hikaru left for some reason not long ago, and have yet to return. Thus, the group finds itself waiting for them in the main square. «ooc: Welsh phonetics baffle me. That's how the Welsh managed to survive. "Let's go invade the Welsh city of.. er.. fuckit." » «ooc: Grue, you here or did you go? » «ooc: And if you say you've left, I'll hit you. » * Ellena looks up at the horizon, quiet. «ooc: He's been idle 18 minutes. I say he's left » >> Shane looks at the city's clock tower. "I hope they are not long." I'm sure they'll be here soon.. * Neydisa is checking her belongings, obvious from her face she's feeling somewhat sad at leaving Adelhyde again so soon. >> As if on cue, Kestrel appears from behind a corner, with a stranger. After a second glance, the stranger is revealed to be Hikaru, but looking fairly different. --pause for description-- * Hikaru brushes some black hair out of his eyes and looks at the party. He's dressed in a purple and green tunic with blue shoulderguards and matching blue gloves and boots. His hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and his normally confused, tired facade is gone. "So, what do you think?" * Ellena blinks, looking very surprised. O_o *** Mikey (fe@207.12.207.168) has joined #warpg It's...^^; >> Charity smiles. "Hikaru, is that you? You look very different." * Ellena nods, "It's good. :) I like it." * Jeff grins. "Nice, Hikaru." * Hikaru smiles. "Thanks." >> Kestrel steps up to the group. "For now, Hikaru is Hanzo Takahashi, an alias we use for covert travelling. It's important that you remember this." Rayle: Wotever. «ooc: http://rpgcafe.net/WARPG/files/innocence.mid » * Neydisa looks at Hikaru's disguise. "I wouldn't recognize you at all... but.. that name is going to be hard to remember." Hanzo.. right. Rayle: Mebbe we kin write it on 'is forehead. Samantha: So...I guess now we say goodbye. * Ellena giggles. ^^; «ooc: ...That was badly timed ;) » >> She bows her head, her long hair blowing in the wind. «ooc: Yes. » *** Heather-FoodRun is now known as Heather «ooc: Samantha: We must say goodbye. Ellena: *gigglesnort* good riddance, bitch! » <> « lol.. » Shane: Thank you for accompanying us this far, Lady Johansen. I regret that we must part ways. It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Johansen. I hope the Guardians keep you safe... And you too, Miss Le Blanc... ... Nice to meet you, Samantha... Say hello to your brother if you see him before we do... And Charity, you keep safe, okay? Samantha: It's...it's okay. No big deal. *wipes her eye, and hugs each person in turn* Thanks for helping Allen...he...he tries to do things by himself sometimes...he needs people to help him when I can't... Charity: Yes...I'm sorry not to be able to come. We'll keep him safe, Samantha... >> She gives Kestrel a faint look, and he walks over to her, smiling sadly. "We shall return successful before long, and this madness will be over." * Neydisa sighs slightly, nodding. "I know... I'll promsie to help him as well as I can for you, Samantha." * Jeff remains silent, not really knowing either of these two. >> Charity touches Kestrel's hand briefly. "Be careful...everyone." >> She turns and walks toward the castle. Samantha curtsies, and heads off to hail a buggy. * Neydisa nods. "You too, Charity. Watch Amelia for me..." :) «ooc: I'll juxtapose that. » Rayle: Welp. Guess we're on the road agin. ...Yep. * Ellena nods. * Neydisa waves to them as they walk off... Shane: All that is left to do is return to see what Allen's decision is. I hope he comes with us.. we might need all the help we can get. >> A short time later... >> Allen sits alone in the cafeteria, now messy from the hordes of students that came and went after Shane left. The party steps in quietly, Shane in the lead. Shane: ...Allen. * Allen leans against the table, looking a bit haggard. * Allen looks up at his name. Rayle: Yer lookin' a bit under th'weather there, kiddo. Yes, er.. I'll explain later. * Ellena raises an eyebrow ^^; «ooc: not like that, silly. » «ooc: Oh it could have been innocent ;) » Shane: *looks down, then up at Allen* The only later will be in Arctica, I fear. We must leave now, or not at all. Have you made your decision? ...Yeeeah. ^^; Can we get going soon? I want to get this over with as soon as possible. << Danged dirty-minded Elw!>> * Allen stands, a little wobbly. That's.. why I can explain later. I'm afraid my father will just have to wait... ..just a little longer. * Neydisa enters behind Shane, peering at Allen. "So, you're coming after all?" * Shane cracks a faint smile, nodding his head in approval. "I appreciate your sacrifice. You've made the right decision." «ooc: /o http://rpgcafe.net/WARPG/files/companions.mid » Allen... * Allen steps forward and offers a hand to Shane, to shake. >> Shake shakes. «ooc: ... » «ooc: Shane: I'm scared of hands! *shivers* » «ooc: it's awkward. But how could I phrase it otherwise..? :/ » «ooc: Huh? » «ooc: nevermind. » Rayle: Let's get this show on th'road then, eh? * Jeff smiles. "Yes.. let's." * Neydisa smiles at the handshake. "Then it's off to Arctica... together." * Allen nods. Kestrel: Yes. It would appear that this is the last leg of the trip. One can but hope. Shane: ...yes...the last... * Allen looks at Jeff for a moment. I hope so too, Allen. .oO( hope. ) * Shane turns, and, flanked by Kestrel, strides out of the cafeteria towards the entrance. * Hikaru follows along to them, keeping near Ellena at all times. * Ellena quickly follows along. * Allen follows suit, taking it slow. * Jeff frowns a little, murmuring "..last leg?", then follows the others. * Neydisa chuckles a little at Allen's comment, and falls into step with the group. ^^ «ooc: I end now? » «ooc: Go for it, sexy » « I guess so. :) » «ooc: Not much more to do. Sorry the sess sucked for Jeff, Ell and Hik. ^^ » «ooc: Oh, and Ney. » «ooc: So...everyone but Shane and Allen. :D » « er, not really. » «ooc: Hey, that's fine :D I'm gonna go grab some grub after you're done :) » >> Boarded and primed, the Metal Bird shivers as its engines roar to life and its landing wheels slowly lift off the ground and retract. The Bird sails up into the cloudy sky, towards the land of ice, the land where the final piece to the puzzle lies. «ooc: It was the Allen show. » --SESSION END-- Session Close: Sun Mar 18 20:07:29 2001