You have just entered room "gunnircommons."
Der DWSage has entered the room.
AngeloState606 has entered the room.
AngeloState606: (Yeehaw!)
AngeloState606: (First things first...)
AngeloState606: (Sage: Have you done all your homework??)
Der DWSage: (Yes.)
AngeloState606: (*pat pat*)
AngeloState606: (Good good.)
AngeloState606: (Get us started, Cha!)
Der DWSage: (Seriously. My homework consisted of...20 math problems. That's it.)
PapatymisonN: (And I'll get us started when we get ONE more person.)
AngeloState606: (Just one?)
AngeloState606: (Okeedoke)
AngeloState606: (Yeah; that sounds about right. My freshman year was the only year that it was conceivable to have a 17-hour semester and not go nuts...)
OMG Priam has entered the room.
AngeloState606: (*thumb twiddling*)
PapatymisonN: (Hiya, Priam.)
AngeloState606: (Ah! Priam is joining us!)
OMG Priam: (Yo. I shall idle for a moment for the sake of food.)
AngeloState606: (Cha: How much time would you say has passed in Gunnir-time since we last RPd?)
PapatymisonN: (Two weeks.)
AngeloState606: (*Nod*)
AngeloState606: (Were you able to put those new spells into PS format for me?)
PapatymisonN: (... uh... if I did... I forget where I put them.)
AngeloState606: (*sigh* Alright, then...delayed spankings for you...)
PapatymisonN: (... DELAYED? Meanie.)
AngeloState606: (Hrmph!)
PapatymisonN: (Anyhoo.)
AngeloState606: (Hoo.)
PapatymisonN: *It's a nice fall day at Gunnir Academy.*
AngeloState606: (WEEHOO!)
PapatymisonN: *In the common room, you can see red, gold, and purple leaves gently falling to ground through a bay window*
AngeloState606: *In a corner sitting at a table covered in open books is a very tired-looking thin-as-a-rail girl, looking exhausted as she leafs through pages*
AngeloState606: <Glykeria>
Der DWSage: *And humming a small tune as he comes through the room is a certain Moogle, with red through his fur for once.*
AngeloState606: *Peers red-eyed over at the moogle*
AngeloState606: Hello, Professor. *she squeaks out, attempting to sounds friendly*
PapatymisonN: *and behind this moogle (Er... capitalize?) is a tall, not-quite-as-thin, blonde half elf*
PapatymisonN: Yes, greetings, Vallomas.
AngeloState606: *Is that an eye-twitch?*
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: Have you been sleeping, Glykeria?
AngeloState606: *yawn*
AngeloState606: ....
AngeloState606: Huh?
AngeloState606: Oh...me?
AngeloState606: Yes sir. *she closes a book, slides it aside and opens another*
Der DWSage: ...
Der DWSage: Glykeria, do I have to throw a sleep spell at you? You don't look healthy.
AngeloState606: *She blinks a few times staring at him*
AngeloState606: Oh...no sir. I am quite healthy.
AngeloState606: *Glares over at Quillan*
AngeloState606: Afternoon, Rose.
Der DWSage: *Sigh*
AngeloState606: *A slight sneer crosses her mouth*
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: *Bigger sigh*
Der DWSage: Children, you're making my celebration quite stressful. What's going on here?
AngeloState606: I assure you, professor; I am quite well.
AngeloState606: Celebration, sir? *sounds a bit more enthused*
PapatymisonN: This should be good...
Der DWSage: Mm. It's my hundred and first naming day. Basically, my birthday, only a little later.
AngeloState606: Oh! Well! Happy Naming Day, professor! *she smiles at him genuinely despite her tiredness*
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: Glykeria, I'm still very tempted to just throw a sleep spell at you.
AngeloState606: *sigh*
Der DWSage: I think that at this point singing a lullaby would do it.
PapatymisonN: *w2Vallomas* I keep telling her to lay off the kryl*, but she won't listen.
AngeloState606: I admit, professor, I have been awake longer than necessary...
Der DWSage: (>_> Would he have any idea what Kryl is?)
PapatymisonN: (*kryl: A magic-enhancing, highly addictive drug.)
PapatymisonN: (So probably.)
Der DWSage: (Ah.)
AngeloState606: But I've developed a new malediction...
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: Nothing is more important than your health, Gly.
AngeloState606: I'm researching any thing that might possibly hoodwink it, sir.
PapatymisonN: *was joking, but... will Marshmallow-ass hear it?)
PapatymisonN: *
Der DWSage: *If he did, he's not acting like it*
AngeloState606: I agree, sir. I'll cease my studies for now.
AngeloState606: *closes up the books and piles them up neatly*
Der DWSage: Good.
PapatymisonN: ... stay there. I'll feed you.
AngeloState606: ...
AngeloState606: <.<
PapatymisonN: *heads off, sans a word*
AngeloState606: *looks at the professor* Was he talking to me?
Der DWSage: I think so.
Der DWSage: I'm wondering if he's going to get you food or just poison it.
AngeloState606: *raises an eyebrow*
AngeloState606: You wonder the same as I.
AngeloState606: I'm...going to put my books away.
AngeloState606: I suppose I'll return shortly.
PapatymisonN: *comes back, with half a hero sub*
AngeloState606: *Picks up the tall, heavy stack of books and lugs them up the steps toward her room*
PapatymisonN: *holds the other half, for himself*
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: *Sigh*
PapatymisonN: *places it on top before she goes*
AngeloState606: *Blinks*
AngeloState606: I'm coming back...
AngeloState606: I just need to put these in my room, Rose.
PapatymisonN: I don't want a dead tutor. Eat it before you drop.
AngeloState606: *sigh* Fine.
Der DWSage: Tutor?
PapatymisonN: I'm guessing she, for the moment, knows more than me on the subject of malediction.
AngeloState606: *Retreats to her room and reemerges a few minutes later holding the sub and staring at it as if inspecting it for vermin*
AngeloState606: *Peers over at Quillan*
Der DWSage: IM:Praise be. Is the boy finally learning, dare I think it, humility?
Der DWSage: IM:Just a touch?
AngeloState606: IM: OH! So...so chivalrous! How did he know this was my favorite!
AngeloState606: IM: If only to kiss him to demonstrate my gratitude...but alas...
AngeloState606: IM: The time is not right...
Der DWSage: IM:This is almost better than that time I headbutted that student for calling me marshmallow ass.
PapatymisonN: ...
Der DWSage: IM:Teach him for making fun of someone half their size. If their head comes up to your waist, their teeth are level with your nuts...
PapatymisonN: *sits, lounging*
AngeloState606: (XD)
AngeloState606: (Niiice.)
AngeloState606: (I think Quill needs a taste of that....)
Der DWSage: IM:...Almost. That was a fun day.
PapatymisonN: ("Anything you put in my mouth, you're gonna lose." -Andy Dufresne)
Der DWSage: *Is simply looking out the window, watching the colors.*
PapatymisonN: (Damn I love that movie.)
AngeloState606: (Indeed. That's a spectacular movie)
PapatymisonN: Well? Are you both committed to standing?
AngeloState606: (I could watch it over and over again and never get tired of it)
AngeloState606: *Sits in the chair opposite of Quillan*
AngeloState606: *Still examining the sub*
Der DWSage: I just like the colors. Besides, I sit all day when I study, why not stand a while?
Der DWSage: It's not like my legs are that far from the ground.
PapatymisonN: It's fine, Aurelius.
AngeloState606: *Squints an eye shut at him*
PapatymisonN: For the moment, I need you unharmed. *grin*
AngeloState606: O.O
AngeloState606: Aren't you the charmer.. *an almost audible hiss escapes her lips*
AngeloState606: *Reluctantly takes a bite*
PapatymisonN: *It's good! The best the kitchen has to offer!*
AngeloState606: *Then gobbles the rest of it down as if she hadn't eaten in..well...three days.*
Der DWSage: >_>
PapatymisonN: Besides, does killing you in front of a professor make sense?
Der DWSage: You could try and pin the blame on me.
PapatymisonN: ... unless I was going to off him too?
PapatymisonN: ^_^
AngeloState606: *Wipes her mouth* You might be brassy enough, Rose.
PapatymisonN: Not today.
AngeloState606: *smirk* Or any day, for that matter.
AngeloState606: Well...where would you like to begin, Rose?
PapatymisonN: Oh, no. No studying now. You'd be useless in your current state.
Der DWSage: Get some sleep. And some food.
AngeloState606: *blink blink*
AngeloState606: I'm not *big YAWN* useless...
PapatymisonN: Professor, the sleep spell, if you please?
Der DWSage: Right. I'm not very good at these, mind you...
AngeloState606: *Is dazed for a few moments and then realizes what Q asked for*
AngeloState606: Huh?? O.O
PapatymisonN: Don't worry. I'm pretty sure I could incapacitate her physically if need be.
AngeloState606: *Her forehead wrinkles and she opens her mouth in disgust at Q*
AngeloState606: Do you want a tutor or NOT? *her nostrils flaring angrily*
Der DWSage: *A spell is fired!*
Der DWSage: (And just because...anything less than 5 is utter failure.)
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
PapatymisonN: (HA!)
Der DWSage: *Fizzle*
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 666-sided die: 85
Der DWSage: *...Nothing happens*
AngeloState606: (*snicker* Looks like what always happens to me...)
Der DWSage: ...Right. Erm. Malediction never was my strong suit.
AngeloState606: *Looking at Q with a fury burning in her eyes*
AngeloState606: WEDGIUS MAXIMUS!
PapatymisonN: Oh, for...
OnlineHost: AngeloState606 rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
AngeloState606: (FUCK!)
AngeloState606: (THIS ALWAYS happens to me)
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: (It's character appropriate.)
PapatymisonN: (She's -10 to hot elf bishies.)
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: Gly?
Der DWSage: All you did was shout the spell.
Der DWSage: You didn't actually do anything.
Der DWSage: You should get to bed.
PapatymisonN: It's what I've actually been TRYING to get you to do!
AngeloState606: (That might explain why she sucks when up against Q)
PapatymisonN: I mean, come on... do you really think you can FUNCTION properly when you're driving yourself MAD like this?
PapatymisonN: You are an excellent student, and a great mage... WHEN YOU'RE RESTED.
PapatymisonN: Like this, you shall fail at any endeavour you embark upon, and you know it.
AngeloState606: *She stares at him a moment and then, almost as if an internal switch went to "off" position, she toppled over sideways on the chair behind her...asleep*
PapatymisonN: FINally.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: Yeeeep.
Der DWSage: Need some help getting her to her room?
PapatymisonN: I have it. If you can, get her some more food...?
AngeloState606: *murmuring something about "pompous elves"*
Der DWSage: Right.
Der DWSage: >_
Der DWSage: >_>*
Der DWSage: So how long has she been awake?
PapatymisonN: No clue. My guess, at least 48 hours...
AngeloState606: (3 days!)
AngeloState606: (She had one of those pesky "Eureka!" moments and hasn't slowed down since...)
PapatymisonN: *sigh* Little idiot...
PapatymisonN: *picks her up* Meet me at her room?
Der DWSage: Can do.
Der DWSage: *Off he walks!*
PapatymisonN: *as he walks*
AngeloState606: (She's in room 151, BTW)
PapatymisonN: IM: Little idiot... so determined to beat me, be the best... such a futile effort.
AngeloState606: *Her head tips heavily onto his shoulder*
PapatymisonN: IM: Gotta respect it, though... something to be said for struggling against the odds.
PapatymisonN: IM: ... and if she drools on me, I'm dropping her here. e_e
AngeloState606: (...POMPOUS...ASSHOLE!)
PapatymisonN: (Yep!)
PapatymisonN: (Aaaaaaaaaan' I LOVE 'im!)
PapatymisonN: (*hug* Thanks for giving him to me, Tara... yer the best! ^_^)
AngeloState606: (Yeah yeah...)
PapatymisonN: *opens her door, and lays her on her bed*
AngeloState606: *She mumbles something about "inferno" and "must perfect it"*
PapatymisonN: *looks around... anything interesting?*
AngeloState606: (....OH man...)
PapatymisonN: (^_^)
Der DWSage: *Is there!*
Der DWSage: *Anything interesting that he can use as blackmail?*
AngeloState606: (There might be...but you'd hafta FIND it)
PapatymisonN: ... you're fast.
PapatymisonN: How'd you get to the cafeteria and here before me?
Der DWSage: >_>
AngeloState606: *Her room is a typical mis-mash of a studious girl's room*
Der DWSage: Teacher secret. If I told you, I'd have to kill you. Or get you tenure. One of the two.
AngeloState606: *One wall is practically floor to ceiling in books; it's her own personal library*
AngeloState606: *On another wall are several vials full of different colored liquids over a sink*
PapatymisonN: ... I'd like tenure, eventually... it'd be something to do...
PapatymisonN: Y'know, if I'm not ruling the world.
AngeloState606: *On another wall is her wardrobe stuffed with clothing so full the doors don't close all the way*
Der DWSage: Hah!
Der DWSage: Ruling the world isn't as fun as they make it seem.
Der DWSage: Sure, in the beginning it's all grapes being peeled and women falling at your feet...
Der DWSage: But then people start coming to you with problems.
AngeloState606: (XD)
Der DWSage: And if you ignore them, then more people come to you with problems.
Der DWSage: It gets to the point where you can't even think.
AngeloState606: *Mumbles and rolls over*
Der DWSage: Nah, settle for a small city-state.
PapatymisonN: Eh. None I want SPECIFICALLY.
PapatymisonN: Why the whole world looks appealing.
PapatymisonN: And those with problems get executed.
PapatymisonN: Problem solved.
Der DWSage: Then people start banding together against you.
Der DWSage: Have I taught you nothing, boy?
Der DWSage: Don't execute them, pin the blame on them.
Der DWSage: Then they'll be busy executing each other.
PapatymisonN: I figure any rebellions will be really dangerous by the time my successor is in power, at which point I don't care anymore.
AngeloState606: *Mumble* Inferno....Malignus...Inferno...Malignus....Inferno....
Lithaladhwen has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Boo.)
PapatymisonN: (Howdy.)
OMG Priam: (Yarr)
Der DWSage: (Whoo.)
AngeloState606: Malignus...Inferno...
Der DWSage: Pah. You have much to learn, young one.
Der DWSage: >_>
AngeloState606: *Suddenly, she sits SHOT up*
PapatymisonN: I kn-
AngeloState606: MALIGNUS INFERNO!
PapatymisonN: What?
Der DWSage: Yes, and?
Lithaladhwen: (Characters, amigos?)
OnlineHost: AngeloState606 rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
PapatymisonN: (Quillan.)
AngeloState606: (FUCK!)
Der DWSage: (Vallomas, teaching Moogle of DOOM.)
OMG Priam: (Someone new! Whom I am still relatively inventing!)
PapatymisonN: (And playing the part of Crappy Dice Rolls, OnlineHost!)
AngeloState606: *And her gown catches on fire*
PapatymisonN: *SLAMS her blanket on top of her*
Lithaladhwen: (But you're using palatino linotype, and for this I love all things.)
OMG Priam: (=D)
PapatymisonN: I think it still needs work, Glykeria.
Lithaladhwen: (Location, besides Gunnir?)
Der DWSage: At the very least, with aim.
AngeloState606: GET OFF ME!
PapatymisonN: (A student's room.)
Der DWSage: (Glykeria's bedroom!)
PapatymisonN: (I'm leaving shortly.)
Der DWSage: *Sigh*
PapatymisonN: *does so*
OMG Priam: (You're leaving, or the character is leaving?)
AngeloState606: *Throws the blanket off*
PapatymisonN: (The character is leaving the room.)
PapatymisonN: (Soon.)
PapatymisonN: (And returning to the commons.)
AngeloState606: *Steam and smoke is rising off her dress and she glares at Q*
AngeloState606: WHAT are you doing in my room!
AngeloState606: *her eyes meet Vallomas'*
PapatymisonN: You passed out. Obviously you needed rest.
AngeloState606: Er...professor?
AngeloState606: *blink blink*
AngeloState606: *blush*
AngeloState606: *She stands and walks staggerdly over to her wardrobe*
AngeloState606: Well...perhaps I should be left alone...
PapatymisonN: I'm thinking. Enjoy the food.
AngeloState606: It's dangerous in here while I'm sleeping...
PapatymisonN: *exits*
AngeloState606: *She looks at the scorch marks around the room on the walls and ceiling*
Der DWSage has left the room.
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Der DWSage: (Rarghfuck.)
AngeloState606: (*sigh* I can't stay much longer...)
Der DWSage: (Did my last post go through?)
OMG Priam: (nope!)
AngeloState606: (I don't think so...)
OMG Priam: (last thing was *sigh*)
Der DWSage: He carried you up here after you collapsed.
AngeloState606: *Blushes some more*
AngeloState606: v.v
Der DWSage: I tagged along to make sure he didn't ravish you in your sleep. By the by, you might want to change to something less...burnt.
AngeloState606: Thank you, professor. *looks down at her burnt dress as if it were no big deal*
PapatymisonN: (Quillan: ... ... Eh. I guess I'm bored. *RAVISH!)
Lithaladhwen: (It's what I would do.)
AngeloState606: (*snicker*)
Der DWSage: (It's what you do to Brian every night. :{ )
AngeloState606: (G would enjoy it)
PapatymisonN: *heads back to the commons*
PapatymisonN: (... uh...)
PapatymisonN: (She'd enjoy being violated in her sleep?)
Der DWSage: Anyway.
AngeloState606: (If it were Quillan...)
Der DWSage: I'm going to impose a new rule for you, Glykeria.
OMG Priam: (pleasant dreams, they say)
Lithaladhwen: (Sage: You betcha.)
Der DWSage: Get three meals a day, and at least 8 hours of sleep.
AngeloState606: O.O Yes sir?
AngeloState606: *nods slowly*
Der DWSage: Anything less, and I'll get other teachers involved.
AngeloState606: Yes sir.
AngeloState606: I suppose I need to return to sleep now...
Der DWSage: Good girl.
AngeloState606: Thank you again, sir...
Der DWSage: *Nod*
PapatymisonN: *reaaaaaaaaaad read read read*
AngeloState606: *Holds the door open for him*
Der DWSage: Just don't push yourself that hard again.
AngeloState606: *nods ashamedly*
PapatymisonN: IM: So boring here sometimes... can't even get set on fire half the time...)
Der DWSage: Or else I'll give you the same treatment mister Williams did.
Der DWSage: You know, the senior with the newly squeaky voice.
AngeloState606: Yes sir.
AngeloState606: Thank you, sir.
AngeloState606: *eye rub*
OMG Priam: *walks into the commons, backwards. Well, that's not entirely true, his head is facing forwards. But the rest, well. Not so much.*
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: You're too agreeable.
PapatymisonN: o.o
Der DWSage: What're you up to?
PapatymisonN: Well there we go.
AngeloState606: Me? <.< >.>
PapatymisonN: Hello there... fall into some trouble?
AngeloState606: IM: Must...check...wardrobe...
Der DWSage: Yes, you.
OMG Priam: *stumble, stumble* Hey, the spell unguents? Class five, the entrambulatories?
AngeloState606: *YAWNS* I need to catch up on my sleep, sir...
Der DWSage: ...If you're not asleep within ten minutes, I'm getting one of the malediction teachers up here to make sure you sleep.
AngeloState606: Yes sir...
Der DWSage: *And exuent!*
AngeloState606: ....
AngeloState606: IM: FINALLY!
PapatymisonN: (Uh... is he talking about classes they're in?)
AngeloState606: *BOLTS the door loudly behind him*
OMG Priam: (Maybe! Why not ask him?)
PapatymisonN: The... uh...
AngeloState606: *And RUNS over to the half-open wardrobe, flings the doors open and gapes*
PapatymisonN: What exactly are you talking about?
PapatymisonN: (... there was a masturbation joke in there somewhere, I'm SURE of it...)
AngeloState606: IM: Still concealed...*sigh of relief*
AngeloState606: IM: Now...for sleep...
OMG Priam: You know, the unguents. It's hard to see from this angle, but you're....oh, no, I don't see the....well, you at least know where spell materials are kept, right? I have a key.
AngeloState606: *Collapses back onto her bed and is out like a light*
AngeloState606: (Gotta go, everyone...)
PapatymisonN: Spell materials... uh... yeah... I believe so...
AngeloState606: (Save a log for me, somebody)
AngeloState606: (Tah!)
Der DWSage: (G'night.)
PapatymisonN: (Laterz!)
AngeloState606 has left the room.
PapatymisonN: What did you need?
OMG Priam: Well, I was thinking some powdered ioun, some 89% crystallized dew, and....well, the easiest catalyst would be a salamander's stomach lining. Though, I guess a toad's tongue could be used in a pinch.
OMG Priam: I mean, no big deal.
OMG Priam: Whoah. *almost falls over*
PapatymisonN: *goes over to support him* ... sit.
OMG Priam: Everything looks weird from this angle. Nah, I'm okay.
PapatymisonN: SIT.
PapatymisonN: Preferably in a chair away from a wall.
OMG Priam: I said I'm okay, guy. Calm down.
PapatymisonN: Very well. I'll go get your cure.
PapatymisonN: *heads off*
Lithaladhwen: (Still doing homework here.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'll be with you when I've at least made some headway.)
OMG Priam: *follows*
Der DWSage: (I'll be joining back with you folks at 10:30. Meeting I gotta attend tonight.)
OMG Priam: It's not a cure, really.
OMG Priam: Just doing some research. Got kind of a project going.
PapatymisonN: (Alrighty. Till then, the both of ya.)
OMG Priam: (Later)
PapatymisonN: Will it... fix you? Cuz, to be honest...
PapatymisonN: You're hard to look at.
PapatymisonN: And I imagine the feeling is shared by all that view you.
OMG Priam: Oh, that doesn't worry me any.
PapatymisonN: ... it wouldn't...
PapatymisonN: I'll be right back.
PapatymisonN: *exits, temporarily/
OMG Priam: Hey, where you going?
OMG Priam: *it is of note that this guy's voice is tremendously unenthusiastic*
PapatymisonN: To get your unguent so I don't have to see your head like that anymore.
PapatymisonN: Is there an objection?
OMG Priam: I can get it, if you'll tell me where.
PapatymisonN: 9.9
PapatymisonN: Come along.
OMG Priam: *does so, kind of hobbling*
PapatymisonN: ... so, what exactly do you figure the long-stemming benefits of having a head on backwards will be?
OMG Priam: Oh, it lets me look back at my notes while I'm working.
PapatymisonN: ... and you... CAN'T have them in front of you because...?
OMG Priam: My desk is kind of inconvenient to mess around with, really.
PapatymisonN: ... You need a new desk, not a new head.
PapatymisonN: *they arrive* And here we are.
PapatymisonN: *opens it up*
PapatymisonN: Let's see... you said powdered ioun, crystallized dew, and salamander stomach lining, correct?
OMG Priam: Yeah.
PapatymisonN: *one... two... aaaaaaand... three!*
PapatymisonN: *puts them in his hand*
PapatymisonN: Or are you going to need help preparing them, as well?
OMG Priam: Oh no, that'll be fine. *starts twisting the components together with surprising effectiveness considering his eyes are the other way*
PapatymisonN: o.o Isn't that a bit... I don't know... dangerous?
OMG Priam: Naaaah. That's what's going to happen to 'em anyway. Just gimme a second. Oh, let me get away from the components.
PapatymisonN: Me as well... *backs away*
OMG Priam: *steps into the halls. Elicits some gestures and a bowl appears. More, and a fire underneath the bowl. More, and a puff of smoke emits, and the components are gone.
OMG Priam: *
OMG Priam: *spins around.* Oh, hey, what color was that smoke? I think I missed it.
PapatymisonN: (Well?)
OMG Priam: (Be creative =D)
PapatymisonN: Blue.
PapatymisonN: With a greenish tint.
OMG Priam: Really?
PapatymisonN: Mm.
PapatymisonN: Or I could be lying. Your choice. ^^
OMG Priam: No, you're not. Hey, all right. I'll see you around.
PapatymisonN: ... eh?
OMG Priam: What?
OMG Priam: Did I drop something? I hate it when I do that.
PapatymisonN: You ... you're just very strange.
OMG Priam: Oh, it's okay. I'm staff.
PapatymisonN: *like it's the worst thing he's heard* You ARE?
OMG Priam: *like it's obvious* Yeah?
Lithaladhwen: (Cripes. That took long enough.)
Der DWSage: (Indeed it did.)
PapatymisonN: (Indeed.)
PapatymisonN: ...
OMG Priam: (Id Bees.)
Der DWSage: (Obviously, he was working on a spell to put eyes in the back of his head.)
Lithaladhwen: (I had to write a skit in Italian to be performed between me and a kid who can't meet with me ever.)
Lithaladhwen: (So I had to write it myself and will just give him a copy.)
Lithaladhwen: (Where are we?)
OMG Priam: (Halls outside of a lab.)
PapatymisonN: (Not far from commons.)
PapatymisonN: (... we need a map of this dang place.)
Lithaladhwen: (Nah. It's all good. What kind of lab? Magicky experiment lab, I assume?)
OMG Priam: (This university is a creature of chaos)
OMG Priam: (It doesn't matter what kind of lab; just someplace to find some spare components)
Lithaladhwen: (Whoo!)
OMG Priam: (If you want a specific kind of lab, hey, declare it =D)
Lithaladhwen: (Nah.)
OMG Priam: Well, I should start on the writeup for that.
Lithaladhwen: *A man who looks like a film noir bartender phases through the door, leaving the lab.*
Lithaladhwen: *He looks fairly solid, but can't possibly be. He makes a beeline down the hall, presumably with some sort of purpose.*
OMG Priam: No running, guy.
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: This place just gets more and more insane.
PapatymisonN: ^_^ Wonderful.
OMG Priam: Hey, that's not true.
Lithaladhwen: *turns and looks over his shoulder blandly*
Lithaladhwen: ...
OMG Priam: I think we're the sanest around, when you stop and think about it.
OMG Priam: Well, at least I am.
Lithaladhwen: That's right. I had forgotten.
Lithaladhwen: *disappears*
OMG Priam: *to the distance* Don't forget not to run...
PapatymisonN: ... and people with backwards heads do not qualify as sane.
Lithaladhwen: *Meanwhile, walking briskly around the corner toward them, carrying an armload of blackbound books, is a girl!*
Lithaladhwen: (This one!)
OMG Priam: What? That's not fair, man.
PapatymisonN: Fair? No. Accurate? Exceedingly.
PapatymisonN: Excuse me, miss!
Lithaladhwen: *stops in front of the guys*
Lithaladhwen: Is that lab open?
OMG Priam: Oh yeah, I think.
OMG Priam: *checks the door, it is locked.*
PapatymisonN: *thumbs a thumb at Backwards Head McGee* Would you qualify him as sane?
OMG Priam: Whoops, havit.
OMG Priam: *habit
Lithaladhwen: ...Oh. Him? I'm not the one to ask.
OMG Priam: *snaps fingers a few times at the door, and the knob turns. Pushes it open.*
OMG Priam: Need an assistant in there, or you all right on your own?
Lithaladhwen: I have an assistant, actually.
Lithaladhwen: *That man reappears behind her.*
Lithaladhwen: *He just sort of stares over her shoulder at the others.*
PapatymisonN: ... *waves* Greetings.
OMG Priam: All right. Oh, hey. Sorry, didn't realize you were with the Academy.
PapatymisonN: IM: ... there's just something about that fellow that I like.
Lithaladhwen: I'm not with anyone. I'm just allowed here because I promised not to destroy anything.
OMG Priam: Well, I meant your assistant, actually.
OMG Priam: It's hard to point when your arms are the wrong way, you know.
Lithaladhwen: I am with Zea. Anything beyond that is none of your concern.
OMG Priam: You wouldn't think much about it, but there it is.
Lithaladhwen: John, be nice. He was just asking.
PapatymisonN: Nice to meet you both.
OMG Priam: Well, hey, I understand confidentiality. Wink, nod, as it were.
OMG Priam: You get used to it, working here.
Lithaladhwen: *disappears*
Lithaladhwen: Sorry about him.
Lithaladhwen: I.... well, I won't share what he thinks, but I think he's being weird.
OMG Priam: Well, it's fine. He can't be as bad as a few of the professors here, I'll tell you that.
Lithaladhwen: I wouldn't know.
OMG Priam: *It is a wonder whether this man can ever show excitement in his voice. It shall ever be a mystery*
Lithaladhwen: I don't attend.
Lithaladhwen: I'm here as a sort of guest researcher.
PapatymisonN: Just exploiting this place, eh? Must say, it's respectable.
OMG Priam: Oh, well, if you're not a student, well, I have to come in and supervise.
OMG Priam: Protocol and all, you know.
Lithaladhwen: If you want. Don't interfere with me.
Lithaladhwen: Or you'll never sleep again.
Lithaladhwen: 'kay?
PapatymisonN: ... oh this I must see. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: *seemingly to herself* Yes, I'm letting them.
OMG Priam: Well, hey, it's fine. The management, as I like to call 'em, don't like it when outside people are left unattended in the labs, you know.
Lithaladhwen: I'm not unattended, but fine. I don't mind if you come watch.
OMG Priam: *gives the 'after you' gesture, which comes off weird since it is on the wrong side of his torso*
Lithaladhwen: ...
PapatymisonN: What's the experiment?
Lithaladhwen: IM: He looks like something I made while I was drunk last year.
Lithaladhwen: You may actually be able to help with it. I need a ghost, and I think that mine are getting tired.
Lithaladhwen: Any suggestions?
PapatymisonN: ... to find a ghost?
OMG Priam: Well, will any ghost do, or do you need a certain species or phylum?
PapatymisonN: *grins* We could kill him. *thumbs a thumb*
Lithaladhwen: Any will do. I can adapt. But....*to Quillan* It's best if it isn't recently dead.
Lithaladhwen: I was going to go harass the kids in the basement.
OMG Priam: Oh, well. Let me see if the staff lounge has any lying around.
OMG Priam: *hobble, hobble*
PapatymisonN: ... ... I really just want to take his head and spin it aroudn straight, I really do...
Lithaladhwen: Whatever. *opens a book on the lab counter and scans through the pages quickly*
Lithaladhwen: I don't think that would help.
Lithaladhwen: *That man shows up behind her, reading the book over her shoulder with one hand resting on the small of her back.*
OMG Priam: *as he is walking away* You know, it's awful hard to find your way around the walls, you just keep almost bumping into them as you go..... *fading*
PapatymisonN: ... I don't know if I care.
Lithaladhwen: *The man turns around and stands between Zea and Quillan.*
PapatymisonN: Hello.
Lithaladhwen: ....*tiny smile* Hello.
PapatymisonN: John, right?
Lithaladhwen: That is what I'm called.
Lithaladhwen: We don't know you.
Lithaladhwen: Who are you.
PapatymisonN: *bows* Quillan Rose. A pleasure to meet you.
PapatymisonN: I'd shake your hand, but you're incorporeal.
Lithaladhwen: *watches* Yes.
Lithaladhwen: *looking up from her book briefly* No, John.
Lithaladhwen: *with a little smile, he turns back to Zea and reads over her shoulder some more*
Lithaladhwen: So. Quillan, is it?
Lithaladhwen: Do you go here?
Lithaladhwen: *page flip*
PapatymisonN: I do.
Lithaladhwen: What're you majoring in?
Lithaladhwen: You know yet?
PapatymisonN: I am currently specializing in malediction, benediction, holy magic, and shadow magic.
Lithaladhwen: I don't think you're using the word "specialization" the way I mean it.
Lithaladhwen: What do you do?
PapatymisonN: ... that I'm unsure on.
PapatymisonN: I have ... myriad options open to me.
PapatymisonN: I hate to limit myself now.
Der DWSage has left the room.
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: *shrug* That's fair I guess. *flipflip*
PapatymisonN: And you are a necromancer, I presume?
Lithaladhwen: *jerks a thumb to indicate herself* Check my aura and it's pretty obvious, yeah.
PapatymisonN: *looky loo*
PapatymisonN: IM: ooh... little tricky. I need to practice this more.
Lithaladhwen: (And holy bejesus shadow energy. You know the drill. It's got more of itself on the shadow plane than the astral.)
PapatymisonN: ... well... that IS interesting.
Lithaladhwen: S'what they tell me. I'm a real research gem, I am.
Lithaladhwen: So. *turns* What do you want?
Lithaladhwen: Just to see some weird magic?
PapatymisonN: Necromancy isn't weird.
PapatymisonN: No weirder than healing magic.
PapatymisonN: Just deals with one side of life, instead of the other.
Lithaladhwen: What I do is weird.
Lithaladhwen: My colleagues think I'm crazy. But they're wrong.
Lithaladhwen: *casually* And they'll see.
PapatymisonN: They'll all see? Muahahahah?
Lithaladhwen: *sigh* Something like that. See.... The thing is, Quillan. I experiment on dead bodies. And live people. And plants. And the ghosts of dead people.
Lithaladhwen: This, to some, makes me crazy.
PapatymisonN: If you're trying to freak me out, you're failing miserably.
Lithaladhwen: I'm not. I'm just explaining why I have to do research at Gunnir instead of, say, in the town square.
Lithaladhwen: Understand?
Lithaladhwen: If I wanted to freak you out, I'd tell you what my familiar thinks of you.
PapatymisonN: And I'm still not sure it'd work.
PapatymisonN: You are taking me for a normal fellow.
PapatymisonN: I assure you, I am anything but.
Lithaladhwen: *smiles abruptly* Good.
PapatymisonN: (Oh, and his aura is a mixture of light and darkness, but there's something ... off about it. Not quite right. But there's no way to know what it is. It's just a ... feeling you get.)
PapatymisonN: Glad to know you're friendly.
PapatymisonN: ...
Lithaladhwen: Oh, I am.
PapatymisonN: Where IS that idiot?
Lithaladhwen: Who knows.
Lithaladhwen: I'd send John to find a ghost for me, but I'd rather have one willing.
Lithaladhwen: They're easier.
PapatymisonN: What exactly are you doing?
Lithaladhwen: I don't have the correct terminology yet. Normal measures of proximity don't help.
Lithaladhwen: I'm bringing them closer to death.
Lithaladhwen: By bringing them closer to me.
Lithaladhwen: And then I'll take them beyond it. Like they should have gone.
PapatymisonN: ^_^ I'm brilliant. Go ahead and lay it all out. I'll get it.
Lithaladhwen: I'll explain to you and even let you help if you promise me you won't do anything, say a single word or even breathe... out of concern for my safety. You'd ruin everything.
Lithaladhwen: Be callous for me, Quillan. *smirk*
PapatymisonN: Oh, I think I can manage that.
Lithaladhwen: Good.
PapatymisonN: Any chance to be callous.
PapatymisonN: ... and as soon as this moron returns, we can get started. e_e
Lithaladhwen: Well. We can. See, I'm going to drain my life energy into a spirit. I've already found that it works just fine for my purposes. It's a little taxing, as you can imagine, but so far I have no other way.
Lithaladhwen: I don't experiment on my own, not when I'm doing this. That is why my familiar is with me at all times.
Der DWSage: (I return!)
PapatymisonN: To what end? Bring them... closer to death?
Lithaladhwen: (Hey.)
Der DWSage: (Now lemme backlog.)
Lithaladhwen: Yes.
PapatymisonN: I don't understand. Why are they unable to go on their own?
PapatymisonN: Or, rather, why aren't they there already?
Lithaladhwen: No. They don't have the energy anymore. Many of them can barely hold their essence together. Life energy ordinarily would destroy them, as you would obviously already know.
PapatymisonN: I see... and so you re-energize them so they can...
PapatymisonN: Of course! Cross over!
Lithaladhwen: Because of the unique properties of my aura, properties I hypothesized correctly would be shared by my colleagues, I can warp my life energy to give them strength.
Lithaladhwen: They can cross over. If taken.
Lithaladhwen: Now, ordinarily I cannot do both.
Lithaladhwen: The first time I tried it it nearly killed me, so obviously there's no way I'd also be able to process them without certain adjustments to my method.
Lithaladhwen: That's why I'm here.
Lithaladhwen: To adjust my methods.
PapatymisonN: Ah... fine-tune the power transfer process.
Lithaladhwen: Yes.
PapatymisonN: Well, can't wait to see...
Lithaladhwen: These books... *sweeps her hand past the pile* have little more to teach me about my subjects.
Der DWSage: (*Wonders if a certain bard student or a teacher should barge in on this...*)
Lithaladhwen: But from what I'm reading of past experiments, some are at least worth ruling out personally.
PapatymisonN: I'd imagine a book you write would be far more informative...
Lithaladhwen: *head tilt*
Lithaladhwen: As would I.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Flattery. What does he want?
PapatymisonN: (Please do. Can't carry on the experiment without an observer to make sure she doesn't destroy the world.)
PapatymisonN: *wasn't really said in a flattering tone... just... as truth*
Lithaladhwen: (Eh. More likely to destroy herself and her subject. Nothing else.)
Lithaladhwen: (I know.)
Lithaladhwen: But. I'm not ready to publish anything, and odds are no one who read it could make use of it anyway.
PapatymisonN: There's no way on Gaera no one could be as unique as you?
Lithaladhwen: Oh, no. It's just that to help them pass on, you'd have to be able to pull normal people over first. It's kind of a prerequisite.
Lithaladhwen: Most people can't do that.
PapatymisonN: Mm.
Der DWSage: *Oh, hey. There's a Moogle, with red lines running down his fur!*
Lithaladhwen: Therefore most people would have no hope of replicating my work.
PapatymisonN: o.o Vallomas... thank One of Them...
Der DWSage: >_> So sorry. But I heard there was talk of getting a ghost and I had to poke my nose in.
PapatymisonN: It's alright. You can actually help get things moving.
PapatymisonN: The dunce who was going to supervise the experiment is yet to return.
PapatymisonN: You'd know him. Had his head on backwards?
Lithaladhwen: Because I obviously need a babysitter.
Der DWSage: ...Ah, him.
Der DWSage: He's a little quirky, yeah.
Der DWSage: <_< I'm Vallomas Pelpo, miss. I'm an instructor here.
Lithaladhwen: I'm Zea Mazuo. I'm a researcher using your facility.
Lithaladhwen: And my familiar is John, though he doesn't seem interested in talking right now.
Der DWSage: *Nod*
PapatymisonN: He is an interesting fellow, though.
Lithaladhwen: Who?
PapatymisonN: The familiar. John.
Der DWSage: Meh. I prefer not to bother with familiars.
Lithaladhwen: You have a choice.
PapatymisonN: ... I was thinking of getting a bird...
Lithaladhwen: *John fwips in again behind her with another little smile to Quillan*
Der DWSage: If you get anything...
Der DWSage: Go with a mouse. Or a rat.
Lithaladhwen: >_> John, are you talking to him?
Lithaladhwen: Not a word, dearest.
Lithaladhwen: Good. Because the answer is no. At least it is right now.
Lithaladhwen: Perish the thought.
Lithaladhwen: So, what. We need to drag in some poor ghost who can't pass on? If I were home, I'd just... actually.
Lithaladhwen: I can do that here. It's probably fine.
PapatymisonN: Oh. Well. Professor, are you willing to observe?
Der DWSage: Of course. I've always found necromancy to be interesting.
Der DWSage: It's a lot like being a doctor to me. It's interesting, and definitely worthwhile, but I don't want to get my hands into it. Too messy.
Lithaladhwen: Messy indeed. *sigh* All right. *hops up on the counter and sits there, swinging her feet under those black robes*
Lithaladhwen: John. Keep an eye out. Only one.
Lithaladhwen: As you wish.
Lithaladhwen: *John lays a hand on her knee in that vaguely-territorial way of his and seems to wait for his cue*
Lithaladhwen: *Closes her eyes and bends forward, her hair swinging forward to cover her face.*
PapatymisonN: *sits back and watches*
Lithaladhwen: *shakes her head once....twice*
Lithaladhwen: *She starts shivering violently and John wraps an arm around her shoulder.*
Lithaladhwen: *Quillan and Vallomas hear whispering. And flies buzzing.*
Lithaladhwen: *quietly* ...Zea.
PapatymisonN: *waves a hand instinctively, then realizes...*
Der DWSage: IM:Interesting.
Der DWSage: *Watching, both physically and astrally*
Lithaladhwen: *at his voice she twitches and her eyes roll up to stare at the ceiling* ....I found one.
Lithaladhwen: *Vallomas can see a vague shadow-aligned entity swirling around Zea*
PapatymisonN: *actually notes this of the moogle man, and watches astrally too...*
PapatymisonN: (It's like 3-D glasses!)
Lithaladhwen: *she should totally blink. she should have blinked a few seconds ago*
Der DWSage: *Actually, is having to close one eye or the other on occasion. After all, it's dark astrally*
Der DWSage: *Oh, hey. Shadow guy. Anyone he knows?*
Lithaladhwen: *She doesn't blink. In fact, her left eye starts bleeding. The blood runs down her cheek like tears.*
Lithaladhwen: (Nope.)
Lithaladhwen: Zea.
Lithaladhwen: .... *whispers* He says he'll stay.
Lithaladhwen: ....Says he'll try....
Der DWSage: ...
Der DWSage: IM:I should fetch a white mage after this.
Lithaladhwen: *John extends his hand into the center of the entity and tosses it off of Zea. It drifts a few feet away and then hangs in the air...waiting.*
Lithaladhwen: Zea. Listen to me.
Lithaladhwen: Listen!
Lithaladhwen: *She snaps out of it and blinks, wiping her cheek and finding blood.*
Lithaladhwen: Oh, man.
Lithaladhwen: *wipes her hand on her robes*
Der DWSage: Should I fetch a healing mage?
Lithaladhwen: That's unsettling.
Lithaladhwen: No, it's fine. Just random nonsense.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway. His name is Rick.
Lithaladhwen: He's been dead for fifteen years and says he'd like to try being more dead.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs and wipes her face on her sleeve*
Der DWSage: ...Right.
Der DWSage: >_>
PapatymisonN: (Sounds like an undead dating service.)
Lithaladhwen: That's so weird. I think he was showing off for you two.
PapatymisonN: ... how sweet.
Der DWSage: This is reason number eighty five for me to not be a necromancer.
Der DWSage: Blood is much harder to get out of my fur.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. It'd match, though.
Lithaladhwen: Might be a good look for you.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway.
Lithaladhwen: No white mages.
Der DWSage: I only do this on naming day.
Der DWSage: But, as you wish. But all bets are off if you collapse.
Lithaladhwen: No. I forbid it. If you bring a white mage, he or she could seriously hurt John or our volunteer.
Lithaladhwen: *summons her scythe and lays it on the lab table* There.
Lithaladhwen: Be too tired to do that later.
Der DWSage: How about if I take you to the white mage, instead of the other way around?
Lithaladhwen: No.
Lithaladhwen: Will you just freaking trust me?
Lithaladhwen: I'm not some idiot child playing with the powers of darkness.
Der DWSage: Very well. Proceed.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs*
Der DWSage: ...When you work with children for a living, you become a little set in your way. Forgive me.
PapatymisonN: IM: Didn't realize he could be so... smallminded. Intriguing.
Lithaladhwen: Yes, well. I developed this method.
Lithaladhwen: *Zea stands and John remains silent behind her*
Lithaladhwen: *she holds out a hand to Rick, and pulls death energy through her own aura into him*
Lithaladhwen: *He's totally visible now! He's some tan-skinned, black-haired fella with a beard and shoulder-length hair. Looks nice enough. Or would, if not for the fact that his throat's been torn open.*
Lithaladhwen: *Zea sags back a little and John puts an arm around her shoulder.*
Lithaladhwen: Just a...little bit more... you're...
Lithaladhwen: *Rick reaches out with his other hand and grips her hands in his, drawing the energy out of her as fast as she can give it.*
Lithaladhwen: *Her breathing gets heavier, and when she tears her hands away to grab her scythe, she nearly collapses against the table. With John's help, she catches herself.*
Der DWSage: *Looking...increasingly worried*
PapatymisonN: *sees this, will hold his fuzzy ass back if need be*
Lithaladhwen: ....*swallows and tries very very hard to breathe normally*
Lithaladhwen: *grabs the scythe*
Lithaladhwen: ....Rick. You... okay?
Lithaladhwen: *The ghost nods*
Lithaladhwen: *She steps forward and stumbles, caught by her ever-present familiar until she gets her feet back under her.*
Lithaladhwen: *She swings the scythe and as it contacts, a seam of light appears along the space between the two and there's a brief, hazy image of what looks like Zea stepping out of herself.*
Lithaladhwen: *The vision is gone as quickly as a flash of lightning, and Zea collapses into John's arms.*
Lithaladhwen: *Lifts her up and holds her like a child for a moment, gazing down at her. Then, as if realizing they have an audience, he simply lays her on the lab table.*
Lithaladhwen: No white mages.
Lithaladhwen: *holds out a hand as if that could stop them from coming nearer*
Lithaladhwen: Understand?
PapatymisonN: Of course.
Der DWSage: *Nods* Yes.
Lithaladhwen: This has to work its way out of her aura on its own. Holy or life-based energy of any kind could quite possibly poison her now, the way it would me.
Lithaladhwen: *sweeps her hair away from her face* She'll wake soon.
Der DWSage: ...Right.
Der DWSage: IM:She must have a very odd body and slash or magic chemisty for white magic to harm her. She doesn't seem outright undead, just...dark.
PapatymisonN: ... got cards, Professor? We can play War...
Der DWSage: Afraid not.
Lithaladhwen: It will not be long.
Der DWSage: I could give you more lessons on ruling the world. >_>
Lithaladhwen: The first time was the longest, but she's gotten better.
Lithaladhwen: *Her eyelids twitch as she starts coming around.*
Der DWSage: Or our ghostly companion could explain a few mo-or she could wake up.
Lithaladhwen: *With assistance from John, Zea pulls herself up and stares absently at her scythe on the floor.*
Lithaladhwen: ...Could...*coughs a few times* Could one of... you get that?
PapatymisonN: *gathers it...*
PapatymisonN: ... well...
PapatymisonN: An artifact of some power, I'd gues...
PapatymisonN: *... hands it back*
Lithaladhwen: The scythe?
Lithaladhwen: *takes it and lays it across her lap* Just a scythe.
Der DWSage has left the room.
Der DWSage has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: I'm sure.
Der DWSage: (Fucking college computer.)
Der DWSage: (Blah.)
Lithaladhwen: (You missed nothing, amigo.)
Der DWSage: You're the one with the big hands, Rose.
Lithaladhwen: Well, you know what they say... *leans her head on John's arm since he's standing conveniently next to her* ...about mages with big hands.
Der DWSage: They've got huge libraries to go with them, yes, yes.
Lithaladhwen: *grins*
Lithaladhwen: And look, professor.
Lithaladhwen: I haven't destroyed a single thing.
Der DWSage: ...How old are you anyway, miss Zea?
PapatymisonN: The world is saved.
PapatymisonN: Praise... someone.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs at Quillan's comment* I'm seventeen.
Der DWSage: Oh, and you destroyed my sense of frustration with those under fifty.
Der DWSage: Surely that counts for something.
Lithaladhwen: It does. And I apologize.
Lithaladhwen: Perhaps I'll have ghosts tickle you in your sleep. Whispering and drooling and whatever.
Lithaladhwen: Would that help?
Der DWSage: Probably not.
Der DWSage: But if you'd have them do that to him...
Der DWSage: *Points at Quillan*
PapatymisonN: Oh no.
PapatymisonN: You have enough people doing that already.
Der DWSage: Lies.
Der DWSage: I can never have too many people torturing a single student.
PapatymisonN: Isn't he such a wonderful educator?
Der DWSage: Why, one year, I had a grand total of seventeen other students and half the staff torturing someone.
Lithaladhwen: *waves a hand dismissively and sits up straight, away from John*
Lithaladhwen: That's cute, professor.
Lithaladhwen: I had private tutors, and of course John.
Der DWSage: I think he went insane.
Lithaladhwen: I would.
Der DWSage: (I love smart-ass Moogles. =D)
Lithaladhwen: If I'm not already.
PapatymisonN: (Who doesn't!)
Lithaladhwen: *stands, leaning on her scythe for support*
PapatymisonN: ... It'd be an edge, the line of work you're in.
Lithaladhwen: Shit.
Lithaladhwen: I need cake.
Lithaladhwen: Or shortbread.
Der DWSage: You're in luck. I have some.
Lithaladhwen: Damn.
Lithaladhwen: That's great.
Der DWSage: Well, not on me. But there's still some from the rest of the teachers in my room.
Lithaladhwen: I may have to mooch some of that. I get a hell of a sweet tooth when I've been casting anything weird.
PapatymisonN: I will have to join in.
Der DWSage: Fair enough.
Der DWSage: IM:Note to self. Remember how to cast that tickling food spell really quickly.
Lithaladhwen: I get first dibs. Or Quillan digs his own grave in my garden.
Der DWSage: Sounds fun.
Der DWSage: *Leads the way!*
PapatymisonN: Horticulture's one of my passions. ^_^
PapatymisonN: *follows along*
Der DWSage: I think she means that you'd be digging your own grave before you killed yourself.
Lithaladhwen: No.
Lithaladhwen: After.
Der DWSage: Blech. Zombies.
Lithaladhwen: What's wrong with zombies?
Der DWSage: Always with the pieces falling off, right after you clean the rug.
Lithaladhwen: Pfft. Poor quality.
Lithaladhwen: Probably imported from Argovia.
Der DWSage: No, my own. What do you think I do with poor students?
Lithaladhwen: Dunno. I could think of a few ways to motivate them, but from what James has told me, they might get you in trouble here.
Der DWSage: Oh psh.
Der DWSage: If you don't get in trouble at least a few times, you haven't lived.
Der DWSage: Rules are only there to make you think before you break them.
Lithaladhwen: I can see that, I guess.
PapatymisonN: I intend to live as much as possible here, to be honest...
Lithaladhwen: But according to him I'd get expelled for the really interesting things.
Der DWSage: Oooonly if you get caught.
Lithaladhwen: For example, you ever wonder how dead someone has to be before a necromancr can control their body?
PapatymisonN: ... can't say I do.
PapatymisonN: But I will from here on out.
Der DWSage: Several times, generally right before the really interesting nightmares.
Lithaladhwen: How much of them has to be how dead.
Lithaladhwen: My favorite test. *grins*
Lithaladhwen: I've only gotten to do it once, and I've improved since then.
Der DWSage: Remind me to stay the fuck away from your garden.
Lithaladhwen: I will.
PapatymisonN: Oh, on the contrary... as long as I'm not holding a shovel, it sounds like a lovely place.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs* I lost so many of my flowers a few months ago.
Lithaladhwen: Even my roses.
Lithaladhwen: *heavy sigh* I worked damn hard on those roses. They were blue.
PapatymisonN: I'm intrigued. What happened?
Lithaladhwen: How did I make the roses or how did they die?
Lithaladhwen: Because the former is really much more interesting than the latter.
PapatymisonN: ... let's go with both. I ache for information.
Der DWSage: Oh, it's not that difficult to get blue roses.
Lithaladhwen: Well... see...roses can't be blue. You just can't breed that color.
Der DWSage: Can of paint can work wonders.
Lithaladhwen: Not naturally. I should be more specific.
Lithaladhwen: You can't get them to grow blue by breeding them with other roses.
Der DWSage: *Nod* Aye. I should stop being a smart-ass and let you go on with your story.
Der DWSage: *Leading, leading, leading!*
Lithaladhwen: So I magically hybridized them with irises. No luck. Closer. Pansies were close, too.
Lithaladhwen: And yes, you should.
Lithaladhwen: However, and this is the fun part....
Lithaladhwen: If you can get all three to coexist within one plant in very very specific ways....
PapatymisonN: IM: She's going to be a powerful ally. Someone who can mouth off to the professors without fear of reprisal.
Lithaladhwen: Blue roses.
Lithaladhwen: Blue fucking roses. *beams with pride*
Lithaladhwen: (For his ally is the Mazuo. And a powerful ally she is.)
PapatymisonN: Very nice. That must have been some tricky manoeuvring.
Der DWSage: (Vallomas:*Plots against them all. Suddenly, Zea finds her house blowing up. Again. :{*)
Lithaladhwen: I didn't sleep for two days afterward, I was so excited.
Der DWSage: ...Why is it always the brilliant ones that never sleep?
Der DWSage: I must study this. There must be some point where staying up too long is actually healthy for your brain, instead of the other way around.
Lithaladhwen: It kills rats.
PapatymisonN: (*Fry drinks 100 cups of coffee, and... *)
Lithaladhwen: I tried. They lived for seventeen days.
Lithaladhwen: Their fur fell out, they developed boils all over their skin, and eventually they went insane and died.
Lithaladhwen: The real sad part?
Lithaladhwen: Rats don't keep very well.
Der DWSage: ...
Lithaladhwen: I only had them around for about two days after that.
PapatymisonN: ... can you teach here.
PapatymisonN: ?
Lithaladhwen: Can I...what now?
PapatymisonN: ... it's a joke.
Der DWSage: I'm sorry, I've just developed the most fascinating mental image of you being the 'crazy cat lady' that everyone fears.
Lithaladhwen: Rabbits, actually
Lithaladhwen: I prefer rabbits.
Der DWSage: Any particular reason?
Lithaladhwen: They're cute when they're dead and leafy?
Lithaladhwen: I could make you one.
PapatymisonN: ... I think I have my familiar. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: Only problem is that they only keep for so long as well. Especially without a necromancer around to keep feeding them, keep them animate.
Der DWSage: Perhaps for my next Naming day.
Lithaladhwen: Otherwise it's just a dead mammal.
PapatymisonN: No chance that regular shadow energy infusions could help?
Lithaladhwen: It would. But it would just sit and be undead. Someone has to command it.
Der DWSage: ("...Like too much air in a balloon!")
Lithaladhwen: I don't make sentient undead.
Lithaladhwen: Certainly not sentient undead rabbits.
PapatymisonN: ... good plan.
Lithaladhwen: I actually draw ethical lines at using sentient undead for anything.
Der DWSage has left the room.
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: I don't feel like enslaving anything that can think. Not when it should be passing on instead.
Lithaladhwen: (You missed nothing.)
PapatymisonN: So don't enslave it. Seduce it.
Lithaladhwen: *private little smile*
Lithaladhwen: No comment.
PapatymisonN: ... heheheheh...
Lithaladhwen: *also chooses not to comment, but mirrors her expression*
PapatymisonN: I do like you. You're... enjoyable.
Lithaladhwen: *stares at Quillan* Yes. Isn't she.
Der DWSage: <_<
Lithaladhwen: *waves* I'm also right here, guys.
Der DWSage: IM:I wonder what happens if you mess with a ghost's girlfriend.
Der DWSage: IM:Do you get possessed, or just get dirty looks until you die, at which point he beats the crap out of you?
Lithaladhwen: (The term is.... more apt than you think.)
Lithaladhwen: (You ever read her fic, Sage?)
Der DWSage: (>.> I just needed more smart-assed filler for marshmallow-ass.)
Lithaladhwen: (That doesn't answer my question. *smirk*)
Der DWSage: *Oh, hey! It's the room full of the mythical cake!*
Der DWSage: (Yes, I did. >: )
Lithaladhwen: (Hee.)
Lithaladhwen: (Stole a vampire.)
Der DWSage: *And he puts a key in, which clicks and lets him into the room!*
PapatymisonN: *enters*
PapatymisonN: After you.
Lithaladhwen: *enters, and her familiar lingers by the door while she heads for food-things*
PapatymisonN: *waiting patiently, laying low, ready to strike*
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: You can come in too. *To the ghost!*
Lithaladhwen: I have no need to eat, though she does. I will wait for her to finish. For the moment.
Der DWSage: *Shrug* Suit yourself.
Der DWSage: But I'm going to be closing the door, and when I do that, you really won't be able to come in.
Lithaladhwen: *steps inside the door and hangs back away from the others*
Lithaladhwen: Satisfied.....professor?
PapatymisonN: *snicker*
Der DWSage: *El close!* Just trying to make everyone happy. Or slightly less ticked than normal.
Der DWSage: Anyway. Cake!
Lithaladhwen: I assure you. My happiness is... not for you to trouble yourself about.
Der DWSage: *Oh, yes. The room!*
Lithaladhwen: *totally already going for food*
Der DWSage: *The room is, well, kinda barren. There's books and such in one wall, but they're mostly philosophy books, with some light reading*
PapatymisonN: *will be stealing it seconds after she's gotten some*
Der DWSage: *However, on the other wall...there's multiple metal sculptures. Some of them are very fantasy-like, wizards and dragons and knights and crap...*
Der DWSage: *But several more are portraying small bears in small homes. Some of them tell a story, like the one with the little bear wielding a sword, while another one cries over one with metallic blood*
Der DWSage: *Others are just happy scenes*
Der DWSage: *And cake is near the sculptures. There are many pieces left! So unlike the professor that bolts down six plates of food for lunch. :{*
PapatymisonN: ... so...
Lithaladhwen: *takes two slices and is through one before she even sits down*
Der DWSage: *The bedroom is closed off, also*
PapatymisonN: Did you... cast a Petrify spell on some unsuspecting bears?
Der DWSage: ...I'm a metallic mage.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, now that's interesting.
Der DWSage: <_< You think I don't get bored?
Lithaladhwen: I can imagine. This is what you keep instead of zombie bunnies.
PapatymisonN: ... I keep nothing.
Der DWSage: Mm-hm.
Der DWSage: You have to admit, they don't smell as much.
Der DWSage: And that, my friend, is because you're an old man before you're twenty.
PapatymisonN: And proud.
Der DWSage: Very much so.
Der DWSage: Pride cometh before the fall.
PapatymisonN: Yes, but who shall be falling is still in contest.
Lithaladhwen: ...
Lithaladhwen: He who speaketh less of Ye Olde Common doesn't get smacked.
Der DWSage: Ah, but ye'd have to hit ye olde Moogle first.
Der DWSage: Besides, I've now officially crossed the century mark, and shared my cake.
Der DWSage: I think that earns me a few foibles.
Lithaladhwen: This is true.
Lithaladhwen: The cake more than anything else.
PapatymisonN: Indeed. And good cake it is.
Lithaladhwen: Mm. *nods with her mouth full*
Lithaladhwen: Good for preventing unconsciousness.
Lithaladhwen: Love sugar.
Der DWSage: Hm.
Der DWSage: ...Perhaps I should share my stock of jelly babies with you. They come from my home in the mountains.
PapatymisonN: ...
Lithaladhwen: Maybe another time. I think I'm only staving off the inevitable with the cake.
PapatymisonN: Do they come in different flavours?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Babies? How fucking weird. Sounds tasty.
Der DWSage: Actually, they do.
PapatymisonN: I'd try that.
Der DWSage: *Counts on his fingers* Several fruits, alcohol, meat, grass, and even wood, for some reason.
Der DWSage: I knew folks who swore by the wood one.
Lithaladhwen: *stands and leans on her scythe again*
Lithaladhwen: I think that John and I need to head out. I really appreciate the food.
Lithaladhwen: Probably means I'll, you know. Make it back to my room conscious.
Der DWSage: *Nods* Alright then.
Der DWSage: >_> That's if the drugs don't kick in first.
Lithaladhwen: Har. Cute.
PapatymisonN: *bows* It was an honour, Zea. I hope I'll be seeing you around again.
Lithaladhwen: Maybe. What do you think? Suitably weird nefarious magical experimentation?
PapatymisonN: If I'm lucky.
Der DWSage: I don't know. You did a fairly good job of being a reaper.
Lithaladhwen: *lopsided little smile* I try.
Der DWSage: Just...don't bleed from your eye next time.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
Lithaladhwen: You know. I didn't do that on purpose.
PapatymisonN: ... maybe you should wear dark glasses.
Lithaladhwen: Maybe. I'll see if I can't steal my dad's.
Der DWSage: You do that.
PapatymisonN: (*Resh gets her Ray-bans, plus the last suit she'll ever wear*)
Lithaladhwen: (Cripes.)
Der DWSage: *Uses the key again-the fucker locks the door from both sides-and opens it*
Lithaladhwen: *with an idle wave to the two guys, Zea heads out and John disappears from the room, presumably to follow her*
Lithaladhwen: </Those People>
Der DWSage: (And I should get some damn sleep myself.)
PapatymisonN: ... bust them out, Vallomas.
PapatymisonN: I'm not leaving till I at least try one of those wood ones.
Der DWSage: <_< Bust what out?
Der DWSage: Oh, the jelly babies.
Der DWSage: *Shrugs* Fine. You can have some, but then this tired ol' bear needs some sleep.
Der DWSage: *Goes to get a bag! It is full of multicolored tiny Moogle-looking things that would have Xevan drooling!*
PapatymisonN: *opens his hand*
Lithaladhwen: (Ooooh. Keen.)
Der DWSage: *Gives him one of each!*
Der DWSage: I'll let you determine which is which.
PapatymisonN: *pops a brown one in his mouth*
Lithaladhwen: (I'm a-gunna lurk now.)
Lithaladhwen: (Bed is nigh.)
PapatymisonN: (I doubt this is gonna last much longer.)
Lithaladhwen: (Email me a log when you close up shop here?)
Der DWSage: *Alcohol! STRONG alcohol!*
PapatymisonN: (Yes ma'am.)
PapatymisonN: (Any particular kind? Rum? Vodka?)
Der DWSage: (Y'know the alcohol so strong you can't actually taste it because it kills your tastebuds? That one.)
PapatymisonN: (So... tequila.)
Der DWSage: (>_> Because I'm tired, and want to see shit happen before I sleep.)
PapatymisonN: o.o ... Whoa.
PapatymisonN: ... can I get another one of those?
Der DWSage: >_> If you wait until Next naming day.
PapatymisonN: I'll even bring you a present.
PapatymisonN: *feeling reckless, he tosses the remainder into his mouth*
Der DWSage: *Nods* Right.
PapatymisonN: *goes to the door* Goodnight, Professor.
Der DWSage: *Wood, grass, fruits, trees...it's a forest in his mouth and everyone's invited*
Der DWSage: *Except Sorune. No hippy flavor jelly baby.*
Der DWSage: Goodnight, Rose.
PapatymisonN: *k-chak*
Der DWSage: (G'night, all!)
PapatymisonN: (Later.)
Der DWSage has left the room.