"About yourself, the reason you are here? Surely it's not to come into this place of healing to describe things not related to yourself as a type of jest? Or is this an enchantment or curse you may be experiencing? Can you explain the reason for your visit?"Seeing as he appears physically fine, Gwenlyn goes to get his charts and past history for reference.
Gwenlyn is treating Tresidan as if he has a reason to be in the infirmary, even if he hasn't explained to clearly to her yet.
" I came here to gain control of myself. I have been having bursts where I am acting like I used to..."
"I'll tell you what. I'll stick around. You need the help."
she smiles, and hugs you.
"I suppose i do too."
Rosy ton looks on as Miss Jones work, perceiving her no-nonsense style of work.
"I it's psionic in nature I have some skill in that area and a device that may help"
He offers.
"Paint is colors that go overtop things to change their color, and i can create it with my mind. I can create a lot of things with my mind really..."
she pulls out a paddleball, and starts using it. She's not too good.
"Please do so. I will copilot."
Without mincing words, he returns to copilot the ship back down to the school.
igni carefully does as instructed, silent.
"Heh. We can be different together."
He returns the hug for a while before pulling off and slipping his hand back into hers.
"So. Day saved, garden seen, books read, sim rooms explained, science done. What do you want to do next?"
"I have no idea."
"What is that? Why don't you make helpful things, like clothes or forks?"
She slides her food off the line and sets it on a table while scanning for Midori.
tarka throws the paddleball to you.
"Catch."
"ah!"
She's caught off guard and she swings her arm at it to keep it from hitting her.
The string wraps around her wrist and ends up tied and dangling off her.
"Why did you do that?" :(
She isn't yelling, but obviously seems upset that you decided to chuck that thingamabob at her.
She flails her arm about trying to dislodge the toy.
the paddleball weighs Next to nothing. It's as if it's not really there.
"You were supposed to catch it. I'll get it off."
she untangles it, and says.
"I'm sure you've noticed, it doesn't seem to wiegh anything. That's because it's a figment of my imagination, in a sense. If i created anything for real use out of this stuff, it would be unreliable at best."
"I guess I need more hobbies, cause I'm out of stuff that I do."
"Hmm... What to do? Actually, i haven't cooked in a while. We could do that, if the kitchen is open access."
Hew nods as Lang talks. "Wise words, but I know Zilla pretty well and as long as I'm not to badly hurt she will get over it pretty fast. What may take some time is hurt being able to trust others. She already wasn't really trust of anyone but Midori and Ignace. With this all that progress she made with trust is probably shot." He sighs knowing it going to be a long road to help her recover.
I was going to one of the other older training rooms but the sim rooms are fine too. If you wish to work out with that's fine. It wouldn't be a bad idea to share tips." He replies.
Hew nods as Langs tell the story. "Hmm well I'm not sure what she saw but you story sounds innocent enough. Once we are with Zilla I'll get her to let me see the memory of what she saw. Likely it was a case of bad timing and angle. Plus Zilla making a leap to something she already thinking about doing. She still thinks everyone thinks like her." Hew explains to Langs with a slight chuckle.
Lang chuckles with Hew.
I am glad you are feeling better, and I do hope we all can still be friends. I know Midori wanted to like you, she told me that.
after a second something starts to sink in about what Hew just said...
"Plus Zilla making a leap to something she already thinking about doing." What does that mean? Oh please, not Zilla too? he quickly shakes the thought out of his head I doubt it means what it sounded like.
eventually they reach the SIM rooms
Hew? do you have any mental contact with Zilla? I mean can you ask her to come here in your head or something like that?
He looks at Lang with a odd expression. "Why would we not be friends. I guess if I Zilla told me her side first and I didn't listen to your side things may have went differently. Could have been shaky. As for feeling better, not really." He tells him trying not to think about it all. "I just don't see a point in breaking down."
He nods in to Lang's question. "I probably could, but it's really rude to do. If I can it means I would have to go into her mind and senses. It's all ready really hard not to let her emotions invade my own mind. Especially right now, since my own emotions slightly mirror hers. So unless you want me to breakdown I don't think that is a great idea."
Royston opens his hand out of a n dimensional space comes what seems to be a religious artifact, a data pad and tome
"This is the holy book of unfeeling, if you wish I can use its psionic powers to scan the trapped mans mind and try and block for 24 hours anything that may be influencing his emotions"
Royston waits to see what miss Jones says.
He looks at Lang with a odd expression. "Why would we not be friends. I guess if I Zilla told me her side first and I didn't listen to your side things may have went differently. Could have been shaky. As for feeling better, not really." He tells him trying not to think about it all. "I just don't see a point in breaking down."
He nods in to Lang's question. "I probably could, but it's really rude to do. If I can it means I would have to go into her mind and senses. It's all ready really hard not to let her emotions invade my own mind. Especially right now, since my own emotions slightly mirror hers. So unless you want me to breakdown I don't think that is a great idea."
Its your mind, and hers, you would know it best. If you don't think its a good idea then forget I even asked. I do wish I could help you feel better.
But please know that Midori wanted really bad to like you they way you wanted her to. She is almost as sad about this as you are. It just wasn't meant to be, Probably like Ignace and me, I guess. I still want to be her friend but I will have to learn to look at her, differently, I guess.
They go into an empty SIM room.
What setting do you usually work out in? Then you can show me what you got
"I know she didn't want to hurt me and I still will be her friend but... you get the idea. I still count her as my friend and that's not going to change. I like you just got to look at her differently. I have to look at her like I would Zilla that's all."
Once they step in to the SIM room Hew replies to Lang. "I normally just lift weights, do practice swings, and run. This will be my first time using the SIM room to train. It was a good idea." He thinks to him self about a SIM to work out in. As he does he taps his staff on the ground unsure of what to choose. Maybe a knights tournament SIM, or a sim of a battle against a sorcerer? If we fight the sorcerer we could work together, the tourney not so much. How does that sound?" He asks trying to figure out something for them to do.
never battled a sorcerer before, I did battle 5 hill giants at once though. after a pause Well, SIM giants really, but they were tough, kind of
Lang looks himself over, I don't have my staff so I will just have to use my hands. should I use my air bending?
Gwenlyn is, by all of Tresidan's skills and experience, a concerned, over worked, but dedicated nurse, dressed neatly, giving him her full attention. Her outfit, as stated previously, is neat and tended too. While examining him, her stomach growls but she ignores it.
After her full review of his current medical condition with the basic exams, she reviews his charts from a data pad held in hand, looking over his prior records.
She doesn't appear to consider him an adult, since he isn't, acting as a professional would with any younger student in the school, maintaining her professional demeanor at all times.
"Just to verify, who, if anyone, was assigned to your situation previously? If you have a preference for someone else, seeing as you are studying me intently, I have a suspicion you aren't comfortable, which is very important for any healing and reducing stress. If this is a result of your studies and use of magical talents, I might need to direct or place you in another's care."
Gwenlyn is, by all of Tresidan's skills and experience, a concerned, over worked, but dedicated nurse, dressed neatly, giving him her full attention. Her outfit, as stated previously, is neat and tended too. While examining him, her stomach growls but she ignores it.After her full review of his current medical condition with the basic exams, she reviews his charts from a data pad held in hand, looking over his prior records.
"Just to verify, who, if anyone, was assigned to your situation previously? If you have a preference for someone else, seeing as you are studying me intently, I have a suspicion you aren't comfortable, which is very important for any healing and reducing stress. If this is a result of your studies and use of magical talents, I might need to direct or place you in another's care."
"You or another makes no difference." Treisdan sighs as he closes his eyes
Pipes in over the radio...
"Raelle Del Sol is flying shuttles! Awesome, we need smart pilots."
Wanders about the wood, hunting and foraging, as usual...
Pokes about in the metal shop, making refinements to his pistol, drawing up plans for an upgrade. He doesn't really seem to do much else in his spare time, other than the occasion poker and pool games with outsiders. Even though he's a laid back callous ass most of the time, most of his friends he's had up to this point have been loyal because of his power and station, whether he wants it or not, but he's never bullied them. Overall, the situation seems ok to him, though.
Less 'drama' in his life the better.
If anyone goes looking for Midori, the arrows will lead them to the door to her room, in the same sectional as Sara and Kiara. Muffled thumps, bumps, and 'thock' (as if an arrow striking wood) type sounds are emerging from the inside of the room.
Ehos looks deeply uncomfortable standing in the room while Tryko'Sam is being examined, fidgeting and keeping a tight grip on Jaiye's hand, glancing every so often at Rena worriedly, as if fearful that her presence would trigger another rush of unwanted memory.
Beyond that, he also seems somewhat uncomfortable with the way the nanites are holding Tryko'Sam, but doesn't focus on that, instead keeping his attention mostly where it belongs - on Jaiye.
Rena, in the meantime, looks somewhat lost, unsure what to do how to react or who to comfort. She couldn't help with the magical side of things, and she remembered that Tryko'Sam didn't think physical feeling good was equal to mental feeling good, so she wasn't trying to comfort him that way. Still standing nearby to Tryko'Sam though and within his field of vision, with Asha nearby (possibly hugging/etc depending on Asha's wants). Rena is currently awkward and tense, unsure what to do.
Vare's hand is firmly on his chin, thoughtful and looking perhaps a little annoyed. They should be better than this. Whoever did this was a master, that much was clear. He differs to Miss Jones though, given her expertise. He had already shared all his knowledge on the situation.
"Okay, Tyrrin. Um, be safe? I'm not sure what's happening, exactly, but it sounds bad."
"Thank you Pyry, I will. You be safe as well." she says back, beforing taking a draught of anti-plague and donning the gas mask, following the group through the door the Headmaster had modified.
Spends his weekend time watching over his eggs, swimming, and spending as much time with his mate as her duties allow. He's had an idea for a new type of undead, but is unsure what actually creating it might unleash...
Belsayv
Vickory's spell punctures the defenses of the creature and rips away his magics, tearing the invisibility off of their attacker to reveal...
A grostesque and twisted humanoid creature. The 'bow' it is wielding is actually fused into it's flesh, with an extra tentacle-ish appendage to draw the string. The creature has no hair, and as a distinct head and face, but the flesh is warped and twisted. All throughout his body there are metal spikes pierced into it, the stomach is distended and swollen. It is truly a horrifying sight, but those present are above it.
Several of the groups' blow strike home, and the creature screeches slightly in pain, but another arrow slots into place from inside the creature - apparently it has a self-loading mechanism, and it prepares another attack...
Sits in his heavily early 19th century Japan influenced room, and works on lesson plans, and making planar keys for student for their field trips. An unseen servant brews and prepares teas for him silently, as he focuses on his work.
Prepares an area in the school that looks very much like his sensei's dojo from home. He sets up attack dummies and hangs various weapons on the wall, as well as some caligraphy art he borrowed from the library that was appropriate. He looks around and nods, then heads off to see what Nala was up to...
Contemplates his place in life. Should he remain at Avalon after graduation, or head home and face trials for leadership...
Belsayv
Vickory's spell punctures the defenses of the creature and rips away his magics, tearing the invisibility off of their attacker to reveal...
A grostesque and twisted humanoid creature. The 'bow' it is wielding is actually fused into it's flesh, with an extra tentacle-ish appendage to draw the string. The creature has no hair, and as a distinct head and face, but the flesh is warped and twisted. All throughout his body there are metal spikes pierced into it, the stomach is distended and swollen. It is truly a horrifying sight, but those present are above it.
Several of the groups' blow strike home, and the creature screeches slightly in pain, but another arrow slots into place from inside the creature - apparently it has a self-loading mechanism, and it prepares another attack...
"Cease and desist in your assault!"
Yrrin had abandoned his bow for a sword, a close range assault is better on such an enemy
This creature is a N'gathau, a race of twisted and evil Outsiders which hail from the Plane of Agony. Very little is known about the n'gathau, except that they twist flesh and creatures to create new n'gathau, experimenting with creating better creatures.
It is possible that, based on Vai's account, the n'gathau were drawn to this planet and area by the intense pain and suffering inflicted by the rituals this town practiced.
He gets a big smile.
÷She can cook!!!÷
"Sounds good to me. We can sign up to use the kitchens whenever. It's in the cafeteria. Some people keep kitchen units in their rooms too. Have to get food from the cafeteria, though. Off we go then."
He sets one hand on the wall with his other in her's as the arrows appear to guide them there.
He's happy to take her pace as they go on their way.
"No point in having one in my room, i don't cook very often."
She stands quietly her hand is unraveled from the paddleball.
"I guess so."
She makes one final scan of the room before giving up on finding Midori.
"I don't see Midori here. I don't remember why I was supposed to find her either..."
never battled a sorcerer before, I did battle 5 hill giants at once though. after a pause Well, SIM giants really, but they were tough, kind of
Lang looks himself over, I don't have my staff so I will just have to use my hands. should I use my air bending?
"Should you use your air bending I would say so. I'm not going to set it up for the sorcerer to not use their magic and I'm going to use my sword. So I would say that your air bending is in that category." He responds while transforming his staff into an elven curved blade.
She stands quietly her hand is unraveled from the paddleball.
"I guess so."
She makes one final scan of the room before giving up on finding Midori.
"I don't see Midori here. I don't remember why I was supposed to find her either..."
Sorun finds the kobald and Sara eventually...
"How'd you do that"
"I can teleport nearly anywhere."
Belsayv
Vickory's spell punctures the defenses of the creature and rips away his magics, tearing the invisibility off of their attacker to reveal...
A grostesque and twisted humanoid creature. The 'bow' it is wielding is actually fused into it's flesh, with an extra tentacle-ish appendage to draw the string. The creature has no hair, and as a distinct head and face, but the flesh is warped and twisted. All throughout his body there are metal spikes pierced into it, the stomach is distended and swollen. It is truly a horrifying sight, but those present are above it.
Several of the groups' blow strike home, and the creature screeches slightly in pain, but another arrow slots into place from inside the creature - apparently it has a self-loading mechanism, and it prepares another attack...
Once Vai teleports ahead, one of the crystals he is carrying pulses briefly with light twice, and he swoops down close to Adon, ::Adon, I cannot help you run faster with pionics, but will you allow me to carry you?::
::uh... Sure?::
adon is built like an elf and rather skinny, so about 120-140lb
"You or another makes no difference." Treisdan sighs as he closes his eyes
"The important thing here, Mister Acharach, as your immediate care provider, is that you make an effort to work with me, versus expect me to manage this alone. Pain from and physical damage I can restore easily, but these other issues I'm reading ... Your history does seem rather ...troubling. Specifically, the soul binding. I'm not a priestess, nor a professionally trained psychologist, so if you seek assist in those areas, I could try and find someone better qualified. Have you found your issues started due to this history of soul binding and enchantment? I understand those skill sets are quite imposing on one's mind and, obviously, their spirit."
Seeing as there aren't any health related concerns she can deal with at the moment, physically, perhaps the talking part might help in guiding Tresidan to where he would get the best help.