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 Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 7:56 pm
*The fluting sounds of Kero's pipe wend their way through the air on the deck of the ship. He is moving in a circle, sending threads of Aethr in his wake. The threads move in an intricate dance, luring all those who see them close. Unbeknownst to Kero, a serpentlike creature has appeared on deck, antlers glowing in the moonlight*
Rhea: *Whispering to self* Deny me a vacation, will you, Master? Well, if I have to work, so do you...
*Rhea flies in and subtly alters the notes and threads with her telekinesis, waiting until Kero finishes the spell. The threads snap taught, evoking immense power....a cry is heard from deep within the ship, as Lyssan finds herself morphed into a pup. Kero rounds on his apprentice, finally sensing her presence*
What do you think you're doing, Rhea? I said you had to work for another thousand years, and then ye could take a vacation. I know what the spell did, but how did you alter it?
Rhea: Master.....I....I twitched three of the central threads so that they connected....
Kero: Let me guess....so that they connected to Earth and Air instead of Fire and Water, and drew their power from Ambient Twilight, not Void. Iffin that be the case *Rhea nods* then ye kin consider yerself stripped of yer power until I feel better about you. I'll do the actual stripping down later. Right now, get back to the Void!
*Rhea flies off and teleports away, though not without a derisive sniff*
Okay....Iffin she connected those threads, Lyssan shouldn't be transformed for more than a few hours at most....Ambient Twilight is a chancy energy....but connected to me might make it last as long as a day...oh forget it.
*Rushes into Lyssan's cabin, knocking first, just to be sure*
Captain....are you alright?
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:14 pm
whimper.... whine... no i am not alright.... me clothes are too big for me and don't ye dare come in..... scream
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:19 pm
Lyssan whimper.... whine... no i am not alright.... me clothes are too big for me and don't ye dare come in..... scream A poofing sound is heard inside then what sounds like frying pan hitting a head Austin is thrown out of Lys room....Dont go in. stressed ...poof austin is back on the dragon WOOOOOOOOHHHOOOO
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:27 pm
*Kero lounges by the door*
Ly....look, I don't know what prompted my apprentice to do this, but please don't take it out on me. And as for your clothes....I can probably craft some for you.....Little known fact: The Voidmaster sews very well.
*Creates an illusion of a silken gown in perfect miniature*
Any preference of color?
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:29 pm
qoute on qoute..DONT GO IN SHE WILL KELL YOU!!!! burning_eyes
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:30 pm
and stay out ye big buffoon..... scream dang... i get no respect around here... hey, kero... do ye realize how many years that spell took off me here... whoa... that was a whopper....
lyssan comes out with an adult sized tunic belted around her waist... she is about 3 feet tall and looks to be around 8 years old... she doesn't sound like that though... her vocabulary is a bit rough right now... and she is swearing under her breath quite a bit....
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:32 pm
I could go pup... but i'm better off in this form right now... trust me...
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:34 pm
Lyssan and stay out ye big buffoon..... scream dang... i get no respect around here... hey, kero... do ye realize how many years that spell took off me here... whoa... that was a whopper.... lyssan comes out with an adult sized tunic belted around her waist... she is about 3 feet tall and looks to be around 8 years old... she doesn't sound like that though... her vocabulary is a bit rough right now... and she is swearing under her breath quite a bit.... Austin teleports back off the dragon looks at ly for less then a seconed then points and falls to the floor luaghing YOU LOOK PERFECTLY UNDENIABLY RIDICULOUS !!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:40 pm
*Holds out the dress to Lyssan*
here....this should look better on ye. And mind yer tongue....*Shoots a sly look at her* Ye wouldn't want me to have to call my master, now would ye?
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:51 pm
i may be young... kerobian... but i'm no fool..
(kitsune's play with magic at a very young age... they are powerful from the start... but have a distinct problem in that they are more reckless and less inclined to worry about where they get their next meal... hence ambient life energy is bound to fluctuate wildly folks...)
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:54 pm
Good. Iffin you're no fool, you'll realize that to absorb energy directly from me is death for one like you.
And if you aren't careful, I'll call him and have HIM take care of ye for a day or so.
*Starts unraveleing the spell-weave, trying to figure out how to reverse it*
*Absently* Go play, Lyssan....let the old Voidmaster work.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 9:08 pm
old my foot... i do think i've an edge on you there... not that it makes me proud to admit it.... grumbles the kit as she wanders off towards the upper deck... there is a bundle of clothing on her back just in case...
stupid dragon... lion thingie... call in me brother... i teach him iffin he calls Jor in on me... iffin he does that he'lll regret he will..... oh... what's that.... i smell chicken somewhere on this ship... hmmm... must find chicken....
wanders off in search of chicken... preferably fresh i hope....
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 9:19 pm
*She follows the scent of chicken to the locked door of Kero's galley, where the scent of fried chicken is overpowering. A notice is taped to the door, informing the entire crew that anyone who raids the galley while the chicken is cooking will be subject to a multitude of painful, creative punishments. It also notes that "Lyssan, this especially means you." Try though she might, the door is locked*
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