"Oh, please don't go. We were having a good time. I can finish this real quick and we can go back to it."
He seems sincerely dissapointed that she wants to leave.
Ace is off to the side, talking quietly to Ginni, while Morrivan is with Nurse Julie.
"I can try."
He begins to look around on the ground, at the trees, looking for any sign of passing other than his own...
Leading up to the bloodied murder site are a pair of shuffling tracks, the weight roughly matching the victim's, but the pace is all wrong. The person who made these tracks was dragging their steps. As far as Al'ryq can tell, there's no other set of prints...
Except for a single print about halfway back to the school alongside the shuffling steps. The print is about the size of a print for a 12-13 year old boy, though there isn't any tread pattern in their boots/shoes.
He looks over the area then heads off a ways, kneels down and looks at something. Then he gets back up and heads over to Royston.
"I'm sorry I'm terrible with names. Roy is it? Come here, please, but stay back a bit." He'll indicated how close to get then nod."These foot prints seem to be the victim's. They shuffle up to this point, then, blood. I found nothing else, save these slight tracks over here..." He indicates a track out of step with the shuffling ones. "This was someone else. A human boy in his early teens, by the look of it. Wearing flat soled footwear, like maybe sandals or leather wraps?"
Ace is off to the side, talking quietly to Ginni, while Morrivan is with Nurse Julie.
If Ace is indeed in a private room, Vai will approach the door and knock softly.
Kay stays close to Grim. with all the talk of murders and conflict, and war, violence.
grim notices she has a nervous grip on his arm and looks a little scared.
Grim? do you...kill? she asks, sounding very confused. she probably never had to deal with anything even close to what is going on here. she looks to grim for protection and advice.
Sun is playing with Sara, but is also partially listening to the other conversations. Sun decides to stay with Sara at her request.
Sun and Sara are playing "look that way."
looking to Midori. Lang gives her a smile as she knows a bit about Lang's view on violence. then he leans over whispering to her told you she forgave us.Midori smiles slightly at that... right up until Blackscales-sensei says that Kitty was the other person murdered, and another chill rolls up her spine. Both times... it had been her friends.
"Tanaka-senpai mo?" Midori says worriedly, gripping the flap to her weapon pouch. "Why her and Zilla? They're the least likely to..."
Something seems to click in Midori's mind. "What if that kisama is only attacking people who don't like to fight?"
Lang is silent duing the conversation about violence. He still has some guilt over his actions on Haven, all to protect Igance.
but Midori's words strike a sudden chord withing Lang. but before he can say anything the star seed is gone with Hew and Zilla.
Lang looks to midori, and Ephebe. If what Midori says is even partially true, what about Ignace? Despite her rejection of him, Lang still feels obligated to protect her as much as he could.
"Amber oozes die after fusing anyways. They're kind of like kamikaze. I'm not killing it either way. It's just kind of swimming around, I guess. I'll figure something out. It can stay here until then. They don't breathe. Kinda just tasted like water. Amber ooze is actually just a classification because they started as beer. They take on the taste, smell and texture of whatever liquid they split into."
He puts original jello back in his pocket.
"Ready to go?"
If Roel responds in the positive, he starts walking towards the sim rooms.
"Oh, i wasn't worried. I don't really care about it. I didn't get to know it or anything, so if you did kill it, it would be no different then killing some random squirrel. I just had no idea how to respond to any of that."
roel falls back into his undefined form.
"Yeah, let's go."
Grim looks suprised "uh why do you ask, I mean if I have too I would, but I uh..." He gets a faraway look in his eyes,visions, flashbacks come to him halloweentown, the fires, his sister's mutalated body, the three children who thought they were just playing a joke, a joke gone horribly wrong, that green blob, the pure unadulterated rage, as he destroyed him, the monster he turned into after her death grim blinks a few times and coughs "uh why do you ask?"
"It's certainly possible. I intend to find out for sure though," he said, examining the caged man. "I'd hate to dispatch this guy only to find out later he was part of some organization. Better to learn all the facts, right? I'm guessing you want to be here while I question him?"Tyrrin holds her tongue on the fact that they could've simply used divinatory spells on his body to discover or interrogate him, without nearly so many precautions required to hold him. Jiminy was the authority here, and Tyrrin knew that nothing good came from direct questioning of said authority during a crisis.
"Yes, I would like to remain. Thank you." is all she says, and somewhat coldly at that.
Jiminy nods and then waves over a thin balding man, a town councilman. "If you wouldn't mind getting a small group, between six and ten, respected town members together and bring them here please, Mr. Trittenhoff? I'd like you to hear what this man has to say. And then you can decide his fate. A man should be judged by his peers after all," he said with a grim smile.
After Mr. Trittenhoff had hurried off to follow Jiminy's instructions, he glanced back at Tyrrin. "It's never just about information," he said mildly. "This is a trial, after a fashion."
"Oh, please don't go. We were having a good time. I can finish this real quick and we can go back to it."
He seems sincerely dissapointed that she wants to leave.
Mel smiles to Tybs, you finish then, I'll be right back, I hope...
Mel heads off to the cafeteria to get her Hot cocoa and a few mugs.
Grim looks suprised "uh why do you ask, I mean if I have too I would, but I uh..." He gets a faraway look in his eyes,visions, flashbacks come to him halloweentown, the fires, his sister's mutalated body, the three children who thought they were just playing a joke, a joke gone horribly wrong, that green blob, the pure unadulterated rage, as he destroyed him, the monster he turned into after her death grim blinks a few times and coughs "uh why do you ask?"
Kay looks to grim, becuase your a hero, and hero's save people, like Lang does, well tries to do
"Oh, please don't go. We were having a good time. I can finish this real quick and we can go back to it."
He seems sincerely dissapointed that she wants to leave.
Mel smiles to Tybs, you finish then, I'll be right back, I hope...
Mel heads off to the cafeteria to get her Hot cocoa and a few mugs.
"Was it something we said?" Asha asked, confused, after Mel left.
Midori smiles slightly at that... right up until Blackscales-sensei says that Kitty was the other person murdered, and another chill rolls up her spine. Both times... it had been her friends."Tanaka-senpai mo?" Midori says worriedly, gripping the flap to her weapon pouch. "Why her and Zilla? They're the least likely to..."
Something seems to click in Midori's mind. "What if that kisama is only attacking people who don't like to fight?"
Lang is silent duing the conversation about violence. He still has some guilt over his actions on Haven, all to protect Igance.
but Midori's words strike a sudden chord withing Lang. but before he can say anything the star seed is gone with Hew and Zilla.
Lang looks to midori, and Ephebe. If what Midori says is even partially true, what about Ignace? Despite her rejection of him, Lang still feels obligated to protect her as much as he could.
"A good observation, Midori, and it might be how this person chooses victims. As Tarka noted, it's easier to attack the helpless."
"And you don't have to worry about Ignace in that regard, Lang. If someone attacked her they would have to be able to survive in the heart of the plane of fire to get away with it. She wouldn't mean to, but if she were injured she would lose control of it. And if she were lured outside the wards, well....I'm more worried about the resulting forest fire. Ignace is anything but helpless."
tarka appears behind midori.
"Well, that would make for an easy target. Helpless targets, at that."
Midori had jumped slightly when Tarka spoke from behind her. She hadn't been expecting that. She doesn't chide Tarka for it though, instead focusing on her own perceptions, resolving not to be surprised so easily around this new classmate, even if she was a bit strange.
She frowned afterwards. "Tanaka-senpai... she's not helpless either. I've seen her move. She knows how to fight... she just doesn't like to."
"No, she likes to run off sometimes. Doesn't like to stay in one place for too long. She might not know it, but she's a traveler. You can see it in the way she looks around at stuff. She'll be back."
He picks up the measure tape and reads it, then begins working on a pair of jeans.
After a couple minutes, he concludes with a set of jeans, black khakis, a couple button up and t shirts, and a thick, offwhite, wool jacket with a long neck and half zipper.
"You'll look good in this. You can put it on in the bathroom if you want. You can wear any of it together, layer a tshirt under a button up if you don't want to wear the jacket, or just the shirt or whatever."
"Hey Ace," Vai says, still a little subdued. Her eyes are still red from the earlier crying, her face a touch flushed and cheeks tear-streaked. She does seem a little bit better though, than when she blinked out of the infirmary earlier. "Wanted to let you know I'm a bit better now. Thanks for worrying about me." she intones quietly, given their location in the infirmary.
"Why isn't Sadie here? Do you guys want me to tell her that Morrivan's here?"
"Hey Ace," Vai says, still a little subdued. Her eyes are still red from the earlier crying, her face a touch flushed and cheeks tear-streaked. She does seem a little bit better though, than when she blinked out of the infirmary earlier. "Wanted to let you know I'm a bit better now. Thanks for worrying about me." she intones quietly, given their location in the infirmary.
"Why isn't Sadie here? Do you guys want me to tell her that Morrivan's here?"
Ginni and Tami both winced.
"Ummm....that would be a bad idea. That's....part of why she's here. Morrivan is really depressed. I don't know if you remember Rodhas and Joneh? Well, Rodhas was Morrivan's cousin, and they've been together since they were babies. Anyways, those two were among the casualties from the attack....the ones who didn't come back. Morrivan is taking it really hard. And then she and Sadie had a huge fight this morning and broke up. I think that it would be best not to even mention Sadie around her in her current state of mind."
"No, she likes to run off sometimes. Doesn't like to stay in one place for too long. She might not know it, but she's a traveler. You can see it in the way she looks around at stuff. She'll be back."
He picks up the measure tape and reads it, then begins working on a pair of jeans.
After a couple minutes, he concludes with a set of jeans, black khakis, a couple button up and t shirts, and a thick, offwhite, wool jacket with a long neck and half zipper.
"You'll look good in this. You can put it on in the bathroom if you want. You can wear any of it together, layer a tshirt under a button up if you don't want to wear the jacket, or just the shirt or whatever."
"Ooh, two outfits. You officially have more clothes than me. I'm jealous," she said with a wink, obviously teasing.
tarka appears behind midori.
"Well, that would make for an easy target. Helpless targets, at that."Midori had jumped slightly when Tarka spoke from behind her. She hadn't been expecting that. She doesn't chide Tarka for it though, instead focusing on her own perceptions, resolving not to be surprised so easily around this new classmate, even if she was a bit strange.
She frowned afterwards. "Tanaka-senpai... she's not helpless either. I've seen her move. She knows how to fight... she just doesn't like to."
"Hmmm. So maybe it's not that this person is attacking people who are helpless then. Whoever it is keeps disguising themselves as someone close to the victim, so they wouldn't want to fight back in the first place. Maybe they are just choosing people who have someone trusted that this person can imitate."
"If that's the case..."
tarka draws out a small dagger from nowhere, and points it in the direction of Lewis.
"I'd wager that they're just trying to be as big of a jerk as possible. If a fake version of me attacked Lewis, he'd be devastated, even after he was convinced it wasn't me."
she throws the dagger in the ground, and it promptly disappears.
"Gah, look at me, being all boring and helpful. I hope all this stress blows over soon so i can goof off more."
Lang listens to what is being said, for some reason he is standing closer to Midori. He seems even more concerned, without thinking about it he takes her hand.
I was able to survive Ignace's fire, I am sure others can as well, and what if, what if, he tries to look like me...I need to know she is safe.
Lang is seriously concerned for Ignace's safety, Midori can just feel the worry about him.
He seems to be looking to Midori for comfort, she seems the closest to understand what he is feeling right now.
After getting her Hot cocoa, Mel stops by her room and sets two mugs down and a carafe with some steaming and think and chocolatey hot cocoa on the table.
Going into her room she completely missed the note tacked to her door.
But as she is leaving she goes to lock the door and finds the note.
setting down the rest of the hot cocoa she grabs the note, and immediately recognizes the witing. Kai?
she exitidly opens in hoping it is a romantinc love note or something she smiles at the prospect of what kai wrote.
"It's more than that. It's all mix and match and stuff.
I can do yours now if you want. Some skirts and pants and stuff. You look comfortable in that, if you want some more hoodies. Just give the word."
He shuffles around through the fabric, looking for something specific.
"Uh a hero?" No one had ever called him that, brave, sure once or twice by his sister, but hero? Never.
"It's more than that. It's all mix and match and stuff.
I can do yours now if you want. Some skirts and pants and stuff. You look comfortable in that, if you want some more hoodies. Just give the word."
He shuffles around through the fabric, looking for something specific.
"It is comfortable. But I think one hoodie is enough. And I was only teasing. You can wait to do mine if you want to. Although, I would be grateful for the help in the wardrobe department. Ummm......can I make a request? Just...no frills, please? They used to make me wear these awful frilly dresses that you could barely move in," she said, flipping over onto her hands and walking across the room before flipping back onto her feet, totally not self-conscious about the fact that her skirt flipped up when she did that. "Things that are flexible are best. I tumble and stuff a lot. That's what I did with my time when I was locked in the tower."
Ace smiles at Vai's greeting "No worries Vai, you looked, and still look, pretty upset. I'd ask if everything was OK, but its clearly not. I know you just talked to your mom about it, but if you want, I'm here to listen as well. You're good people Vai." He says warmly.
Lang listens to what is being said, for some reason he is standing closer to Midori. He seems even more concerned, without thinking about it he takes her hand.
I was able to survive Ignace's fire, I am sure others can as well, and what if, what if, he tries to look like me...I need to know she is safe.
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Ephebe sighed. "Lang, I'm sure that she's safe. She's supposed to be with her Mom right now. I don't think she would be attacked while she was with her Mom."
He looks over the area then heads off a ways, kneels down and looks at something. Then he gets back up and heads over to Royston.
"I'm sorry I'm terrible with names. Roy is it? Come here, please, but stay back a bit." He'll indicated how close to get then nod.
"These foot prints seem to be the victim's. They shuffle up to this point, then, blood. I found nothing else, save these slight tracks over here..." He indicates a track out of step with the shuffling ones. "This was someone else. A human boy in his early teens, by the look of it. Wearing flat soled footwear, like maybe sandals or leather wraps?"
Royston comes over as instructed,
"Royston is my given name Al'rqyq"The he hears out Al'rqyq and he explains what he found.
He takes out a data pad and reads.
"Al'rqyq, this is very perplexing, it dos not seem to tally with what has been said about the events. I am not suggesting you are wrong Al'rqyq I think the Vitim may have had her relocations tampered with. Just a single foot print of the 2ed party and not here but away heading to the school."
With his school teachers data pad he records the foot prints, he keeps of the ground, hovering just about.
"Al'rqyq would you be willing to come to the school and talk to the head of its security. I can give you a pass so other know why you are there. I think you telling her would be better then me passing on the information 3ed hand. She may wish your help in tracking down that second party, or as I suspect a witness."
He takes out a note pad and writes and pass-note.
from Professor Roystone
To school staff,
I have requested that Al'rqyq the holder of this note.
Inform the relevant school staff of his finding
wile investigating with me an attack on a student.
If you have any problems
please contact me.
Professor Roystone
"Al'rqyq if your willing head to the school, once at it place your hand on any wall, arrows with then guide you to who ever it thinks is best to hear your Information. Feel free to get some food wile there, I think its around late dinner. I am going to stay here and oversee this site, please could you tell them that as well."
With that he hands over the pass-note.
"Uh a hero?" No one had ever called him that, brave, sure once or twice by his sister, but hero? Never.
Kay looked up at Grim Sure. You're with Lang, and he's gonna be a hero, so you must be one too. she hold Grims arm a little tighter.
tarka snickers a little, listing to grim's "girlfriend"
"The world is so much more harsh then that. Heroes. Hah.
she mutters, barely audible.
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Arthur coughs into his hand as his face pinkins slightly denoting a rapid increase in body temprature, in other ways he mostly keeps his composure, though he is not quite able to look away "Hmm, so what I'm hearing is some kid of fight, flexible pants, maybe with a skirt or blouse overtop that, yoga pants, spandex that kinda stuff, for the top... You got any ideas Tybalt?"
Grim tenses and whispers "I don't really think it works that way..." He then spells up "but I guess I can try?"
Jiminy nods and then waves over a thin balding man, a town councilman. "If you wouldn't mind getting a small group, between six and ten, respected town members together and bring them here please, Mr. Trittenhoff? I'd like you to hear what this man has to say. And then you can decide his fate. A man should be judged by his peers after all," he said with a grim smile.
After Mr. Trittenhoff had hurried off to follow Jiminy's instructions, he glanced back at Tyrrin. "It's never just about information," he said mildly. "This is a trial, after a fashion."
"Jiminy, we can have this discussion later," Tyrrin replies quietly, surreptitiously indicating the square in which they were standing. "in a somewhat less public setting."
Ginni and Tami both winced.
"Ummm....that would be a bad idea. That's....part of why she's here. Morrivan is really depressed. I don't know if you remember Rodhas and Joneh? Well, Rodhas was Morrivan's cousin, and they've been together since they were babies. Anyways, those two were among the casualties from the attack....the ones who didn't come back. Morrivan is taking it really hard. And then she and Sadie had a huge fight this morning and broke up. I think that it would be best not to even mention Sadie around her in her current state of mind."
"Oh..." Vai replies somberly, a rush of guilt tightening her chest. "She didn't tell me. I..." she didn't know what to say. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asks after a awkward moment.
She shakes her head at Ace though, when he speaks. "No, I'll be fine in a few. I just need to unwind, I was going to go flying. We... brought my birth parents here for safety and... well. Let's just say I can't stand to be around them for long."
"If that's the case..."
tarka draws out a small dagger from nowhere, and points it in the direction of Lewis.
"I'd wager that they're just trying to be as big of a jerk as possible. If a fake version of me attacked Lewis, he'd be devastated, even after he was convinced it wasn't me."
she throws the dagger in the ground, and it promptly disappears.
"Gah, look at me, being all boring and helpful. I hope all this stress blows over soon so i can goof off more."
Lang listens to what is being said, for some reason he is standing closer to Midori. He seems even more concerned, without thinking about it he takes her hand.
I was able to survive Ignace's fire, I am sure others can as well, and what if, what if, he tries to look like me...I need to know she is safe.
"Maybe... maybe they enjoy suffering." Midori says darkly to Tarka. "I've... met a few shinobi like that. They... they are kow-- scary to work with."
She looks to Lang when he speaks, a little unsure what to say. She knew he needed reassurance... but she wasn't sure if there was any she could give. One of her first lessons was that safety was silence and darkness and anonymity. Ignace-chan wasn't good at those things from what Midori knew.
Luckily, Blackscales-sensei interjected, giving Midori an idea. "Hai, she has her family, Raelle-senpai and Chara-chan are probably there with her too. Zilla-chan was probably alone." Midori says, trying to offer what little comfort she had.
"Thank you Esha." Zilla tells her giving her a slight curtsy as well. When Krays asks speaks Zilla Squeaks and slips behind Hew. "Ow you scared. Are you the person that needs to look at our memories?" She asks softly.
He looks over the area then heads off a ways, kneels down and looks at something. Then he gets back up and heads over to Royston.
"I'm sorry I'm terrible with names. Roy is it? Come here, please, but stay back a bit." He'll indicated how close to get then nod.
"These foot prints seem to be the victim's. They shuffle up to this point, then, blood. I found nothing else, save these slight tracks over here..." He indicates a track out of step with the shuffling ones. "This was someone else. A human boy in his early teens, by the look of it. Wearing flat soled footwear, like maybe sandals or leather wraps?"Royston comes over as instructed,
"Royston is my given name Al'rqyq"The he hears out Al'rqyq and he explains what he found.
He takes out a data pad and reads."Al'rqyq, this is very perplexing, it dos not seem to tally with what has been said about the events. I am not suggesting you are wrong Al'rqyq I think the Vitim may have had her relocations tampered with. Just a single foot print of the 2ed party and not here but away heading to the school."
With his school teachers data pad he records the foot prints, he keeps of the ground, hovering just about.
"Al'rqyq would you be willing to come to the school and talk to the head of its security. I can give you a pass so other know why you are there. I think you telling her would be better then me passing on the information 3ed hand. She may wish your help in tracking down that second party, or as I suspect a witness."
He takes out a note pad and writes and pass-note.
from Professor Roystone
To school staff,
I have requested that Al'rqyq the holder of this note.
Inform the relevant school staff of his finding
wile investigating with me an attack on a student.
If you have any problems
please contact me.
Professor Roystone
"Al'rqyq if your willing head to the school, once at it place your hand on any wall, arrows with then...
"Sure, I'll help out anyway I can, I guess..."
looks at the tracks again"I think the shuffling here is odd. I think the unknown person here mesmerized the victim or otherwise manipulated her out here for the murder. People don't walk like this normally..."
"Thank you Esha." Zilla tells her giving her a slight curtsy as well. When Krays asks speaks Zilla Squeaks and slips behind Hew. "Ow you scared. Are you the person that needs to look at our memories?" She asks softly.
"I am Professor Blackscales. Phaezaerial, here will be looking at your memories, if you will permit it, young one."
Phaezeriel smiles slightly as he steps forward, his thoughts calm and professional, ::Good evening, I am Phaezeriel. I am sorry that you had to experience the recent unpleasantness. If you will permit me to examine your memories it may help to uncover the imposter. Please follow me, a private room will be better for this than the hallway.:: He turns and begins leading the group to one of the treatment rooms.
"First idea that comes to mind is that you should step that way before you melt someone."
He smiles and says this to Arthur in a way that could be sarcasm, but actually sounds like a nice request.
"Second idea is, yes definitely. No frills. Frills are for special events. And even then, my frills aren't restrictive. I can't stand restrictive clothes. You're mostly a pink, so that, color of your eyes..."
He digs through his fabric and pulls out a white swathe.
"This is ethereal spider silk. I'll blend this in with my machine. It'll make sure that your clothes change with you when you ghost out, so there's no mishaps."
He smiles at that, feeling a bit clever for thinking ahead.
"So, do you want tight-unrestrictive or really-loose-unrestrictive?"
Looks on, should she follow Phaezeriel, she makes up her mind that she should.
They arrive at the sim rooms, he takes one of the regular sized ones, presuming that he wouldn't need a lot of space.
He takes off his jacket and shakes all of the vials and things inside him into one of the large inside pockets.
He sets up a stand and starts his mini data pad recording.
"OK, first measurements. 8 foot 10 in height. Wing span, 16 foot 4 tip to tip. Tail, 5 foot 7. Blunt claws, feat and hands. Total limbs, 7 plus long neck.
OK. That's the control. Sim room. Give Roel and Jello spectator status. Now simulate water environment."
He looks back at Roel.
"After working with oozes for so long, I had my data pad water and acid proofed. It's also smaller than usual and contains my formula book."
He speaks as the water fills up around him, leaving the area Roel and Jello are in dry.
He waits for the changes to happen, describes them to the data pad, then cancels the water.
This process repeats for a number of environments and specific stresses.
"Jiminy, we can have this discussion later," Tyrrin replies quietly, surreptitiously indicating the square in which they were standing. "in a somewhat less public setting."Jiminy nods and then waves over a thin balding man, a town councilman. "If you wouldn't mind getting a small group, between six and ten, respected town members together and bring them here please, Mr. Trittenhoff? I'd like you to hear what this man has to say. And then you can decide his fate. A man should be judged by his peers after all," he said with a grim smile.
After Mr. Trittenhoff had hurried off to follow Jiminy's instructions, he glanced back at Tyrrin. "It's never just about information," he said mildly. "This is a trial, after a fashion."
"Yeah, we can, but I'd rather you stopped scowling at me and saved it for the prisoner in the meantime. I do know what I'm doing. And government works different here than where you're from."
Mr. Trittenhoff returned with a small group of men and women.
"Alright, everyone seems to be here. I'm going to question this man now to try and figure out why he attacked us tonight and to find out if he was working with others. When I'm done, it will be up to you to decide what should be done with him. We will, if necessary, help carry out whatever sentence you impose, if you request such help. Fair enough? Everybody ready?" he asked, and when the group indicated their assent he turned back to Dom.
"Okay, I need a hole in this box. Doesn't need to be a very big hole, but I need to put something on the prisoner."
"Oh..." Vai replies somberly, a rush of guilt tightening her chest. "She didn't tell me. I..." she didn't know what to say. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asks after a awkward moment.
She shakes her head at Ace though, when he speaks. "No, I'll be fine in a few. I just need to unwind, I was going to go flying. We... brought my birth parents here for safety and... well. Let's just say I can't stand to be around them for long."
"I don't think anybody can help Morrivan until she decides to let us help her," Tami said. "But I'm guessing Sadie could probably use a sympathetic ear. I..uh...caught the tail end of the argument. Sadie didn't really handle things well, but, well....it was a lot to throw at anyone, let alone when they'd only been dating for a couple of days."
She sighed. "In the meantime, we'll keep trying to help Morrivan. Maybe she'll listen to Raelle. Whenever we find her. Not that we're looking that hard. She's got a lot on her plate too, what with the firebird sun being destroyed earlier this evening. I'm guessing she could use her space for a bit. Honestly, other than making sure she's here, under observation, I don't think there's anything else we can do for Morrivan right now."
"First idea that comes to mind is that you should step that way before you melt someone."
He smiles and says this to Arthur in a way that could be sarcasm, but actually sounds like a nice request.
"Second idea is, yes definitely. No frills. Frills are for special events. And even then, my frills aren't restrictive. I can't stand restrictive clothes. You're mostly a pink, so that, color of your eyes..."
He digs through his fabric and pulls out a white swathe.
"This is ethereal spider silk. I'll blend this in with my machine. It'll make sure that your clothes change with you when you ghost out, so there's no mishaps."
He smiles at that, feeling a bit clever for thinking ahead.
"So, do you want tight-unrestrictive or really-loose-unrestrictive?"
"Umm....I think tight. Really loose can cause problems with the tumbling. Getting caught in your own clothes is no fun, and usually hurts."
"And that's good thinking about the clothes...I didn't lose them the other two times I 'ghosted out' as you put it, but that may have been a fluke, and it's much too cold in this school to be walking around naked, even for a couple minutes," she said, laughing. She obviously has no sense of embarrassment about people seeing her body.