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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:25 am
29.2 :: Intentions Revealed, Pt. 2Yambati held up his arms to protect himself, reflexively. "You have this strange obsession with splashing me," he commented, moving a little around her.
She nodded, "Is that a bad thing?" Bobbing, she followed his movements, smiling broadly, "You look good wet." It was a frank statement she hadn't entirely meant to say. Looking away, she pretended she'd meant to say it. "... Erm-" he murmured at her compliment, blushing and sinking down in the water some. "Um. But yes, I'm not sure I like being splashed..." Ignore, change the topic, move on...
She stopped, looking back over at the comment, "Oh? Sorry..." A little sheepishly, she watched him, not sure what else she should say. Maybe this was a bad idea afterall.... He blinked at her sheepish response and then silence. Meanwhile, he'd worked the hair tie out of his ponytail and slipped it over his wrist. Taking off his glasses, he ducked beneath the surface, holding his nose. When he surfaced, he placed his glasses (which he'd held above water) back on.
"Is that... bad?" he asked, once he was above water again. "Is splashing part of going swimming?"
"No..." She after a moment, admiring how his hair floated about him while he was under water, "It doesn't have to be. I just didn't know." She pursed her lips. Ah well, you didn't have to make a fuss to enjoy the water, you could just soak and relax too. "We can just float around, if you want. Or there's a hot tub over there." She pointed the direction of the tub. "I saw it when I came out of the changeroom." "What would you prefer?" he asked, tilting his head? His hair was clinging to every part of him that was above water, spread over his shoulders and chest.
She was having a hard time thinking clearly and for a long moment she simply gazed at him. Drawing close, she drew a finger across his flesh, gathering up his hair into a neat pile, unable to help herself. Looking up, she shrugged, "It's up to you." Once she'd parted his hair, she gently eased back over his shoulder so that is wasn't clinging to randomly to him. Oddly enough, she wasn't blushing as she slicked his wet hair back. Yambati blinked, blushing at her actions even if she wasn't. "Umm..." He found himself hard-pressed to think of something to say for the moment, since she was so close, gazing at him like that.
"... we... could probably talk more in the tub...?" It wouldn't be as awkward as swimming about while talking.
"Okay." Kallisto nodded, smiling, "It'll be nice and warm." She took his hand and started for the stairs out. Yambati followed along, taking slow, water-logged steps behind her. Walking through the water felt sort of dreamy.
She bounced and bobbed until she got to the stirs, where she let of his hand to walk up the textured steps. She wrapped her arms around her as she came fully out of the water, shivering a little, "Let's hurry." She stepped aside, waiting for him as she bit her lower lip. The air was chilly when she was wet all over.
Yambati followed, and... well, long wet hair was very, very uncomfortable.
"Agreed," he said taking relatively hurried steps (for him) towards the hot tub.
Quickly enough, they found themselves at the edge of the bubbling, steaming tub. Dipping a foot in, Kallisto smiled. Nice and warm, just the way she liked her baths. Stepping in slowly, she turned around to look at Yambati, "It's hot. Be careful!" Walking further in, she settled onto a bench by one of the jets and set leaned back against the back support with a comfortable sigh. "Good idea." Yambati followed, though he entered the tub much more slowly. It was pretty hot, that was for sure. But eventually, he was fully in, settling across from Kallisto for the time being.
"Excited for the next round of classes?" She asked as he settled, "We'll almost be ready to transcend then." She seemed excited as the surprise from Yambati's gift rose to the surface once more. She was really happy they'd ascend together. "Very excited. Are we going to go through the rest at a normal pace?" he asked, curious. He stretched his legs out so that his feet rested on the bench by her legs.
She sat up right, one hand dropping into the water to rest on his ankle, "I want to study ahead a little bit. Be prepared, I guess. What do you think?" "As long as I can join you, I'm fine with the idea," he responded, smiling slightly. His skin was turning an odd brownish color from the heat, but it didn't look bad or dangerous - just how his skin flushed. "Of course you can!" She laughed, "I'd love to study with you. As long as you come to Botany with me, okay?" She rubbed his ankle and fixed him with a mockingly stern look. "Of course - it would do me good to study with Quenda again, after all." His smile widened and he sunk a bit lower in the warm water.
She nodded, "Is it very hard?" She asked after a moment, "And will I have to actually grow anything? You know me and my inability to keep things alive." The sundew was alive and well, as was the lilly he'd given her, but she doubted it was because of her ministrations that they remained healthy. "It shouldn't be too hard, and I'm not sure if she will have you grow anything. She may just teach you theory, and have me work..." He shrugged. "I came to her asking her to teach me how to split seeds specifically. It was probably a little different from a normal class."
"Oh... More theory..." She pursed her lips. Kallisto disliked that type of class. She couldn't really understand it without playing exceptionally close attention. She sighed and shrugged, sinking lower into the water, "I'd rather help you work, honestly. I'd learn more that way." "Well, I'm sure Quenda will run the class however we ask her to. If you want to work with me, I can't see why she wouldn't let you." He shrugged. "You just won't be thrown in all by yourself, is all."
Kallisto nodded, "That's good. I'm just kind of tired of reading out of books all the time." She held up her hands, "I -do- better then anything else." "I can agree," he said, laughing softly. "But it's almost over, mm? And then we can just study what we find useful or interesting."
"True." She shifted, stretching out her legs like Yambati's, "I'm definitely going to learn more about Alchemy, I know that for sure." Her wandering gaze suddenly fixed on him again, "We get houses of our own, when we leave the white district. Guess I'll visit you, hnn?" She sounded like she'd rather it be more then that. "Yambati found his hand lightly stroking along her ankle and lower leg, idly. "Mm..." He tilted his head slightly. "... I haven't looked into that much... is it required that we live on our own?" He wasn't sure if he was ready to be tossed out into the City on his own.
"Not that I know of." She smiled at him, "Grave has his own house, I know. He's probably saving room for his harem." She laughed, shaking her head. "I don't think I'd like being on my own though. I mean, I've gotten used to having everyone around, it's kind of scary thinking about it." She pursed her lips. "I agree," Yambati said, a bit softly. "I don't think I could live on my own quite yet..." He looked over at Kallisto almost shyly, questioningly.
She nodded, cathing his look. "Would you... Did you want to stay together?" Kallisto asked after a moment, blushing a little, "We won't be alone then..." Yambati smiled, still looking rather shy. "... If that's okay with you," he replied.
She bounced over to him, settling down on his lap, hugging him fiercely, "I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to, Yambati." She smiled, sliding down to his side where she snugged up close, "Where though?" Yambati wrapped an arm around her, resting his cheek against the top of her head. "Mmm... Well, our choices are the Red and Green districts, right?"
She nodded, "Yes." Kallisto wasn't sure which she'd prefer, though, she liked being Sanguine but she somehow doubted Yambati would appreciate her Alignment's tendencies... "Mm... I think the Red district might be a little too loud for my tastes," he said, after a moment's thought.
She laughed and nodded, "Me too. I wouldn't upset with the Green District, I think. Might be too quiet for me, but I can always go find the Arena." She poked his side, "Speaking of which, we still need to take PE. We can't duel until you've gotten your credit."
"Mm, of course," Yambati nodded, stroking her side lightly.
"And yes, you reminded me earlier. Patience, Kallisto," he laughed. "Soon. Don't worry."
She snugged up against him, glad he didn't seem to be shying away from her anymore and rested her head on his shoulder, "I really want you to get that done. I want to spar with you." She wasn't just about the fighting, that was certain, from the way she was speaking. She got to know people through their sparring, learned how they thought, how they would react, and even what their morals were. It was a chance to learn about someone. We'll spar, don't worry," he said, smiling slightly. "We can go in a few days, okay? Before Philosophy starts, for sure." He couldn't believe how much he'd gotten done in three weeks. It made his head spin when he considered it.
"Philosophy's next?" She made a disgruntled sound, "More theoretical classes? When will the fun stuff start again? Like cooking and PE?" She pursed her lips. "I'm not sure. I'd assume with Animal Training, I believe it is...?" He shrugged slightly.
"Animal Training?" She perked up, "I wonder... could I bring Cecil to that class? It might proove helpful." She laughed, "Maybe teach him some manners and get him to be nicer to you." "I somehow don't think he'd appreciate that," he said, laughing and shaking his head. "Growing some catnip should produce the same effect..."
"Perhaps." She smiled, nodding, "Catnip will work but..." she shrugged, laughing lightly, "Show how to grow some?" She was genuinely interested in Yambati's chosen field of work even though she knew she wouldn't do well in it. "Eventually, but I get to be the one to first offer it in peace, mm...?"
"Of course. Wouldn't help if I gave it to him, after all." She nodded, sitting back against the hot tub wall. "This is nice... we should come here more often." She was enjoying the warmth and just talking. Kallisto found his hand and squeezed it in thanks. "I could get used to it," he agreed, lacing his fingers with hers. He'd need to get used to seeing her wearing so little, but it was worth it. He felt more relaxed than he had in weeks.
She nodded, happy to just be there with him. The contact was reassuring and she felt closer to him, somehow, and grateful for his company. He closed his eyes for the moment, cheek resting against the top of her head. He could /definitely/ get used to this. Just being close to her like this. And living together... well, they'd have that, wouldn't they
She felt him rest against her and smiled, glad to see he was relaxed. Without thinking about it, she reached up and around his neck with her other hand and slid her fingers into his hair, kneading the side of his head lightly.
Soon enough they could enjoy one another's company as much as they wanted. It gave her something besides the unknown to look forward to.
Yambati made a rather pleased sound, appreciating the light massage. He'd have appreciated it more had it been at his neck, but he was just fine where it was, too.
Kallisto felt tension where she touched him and frowned, sliding her hand back down, feeling the chords of his neck. Shifting, she murmed something as her other hand came up to explored the other side of his neck. "Yambati." Her tone was admonishing, "You're all tense. Want me to work the kinks out?" He shivered, but easily shifted to give her more access. "Mmm... please...? It's all this studying. I end up hunched over my desk for -hours-..."
"Aww..." She moved so she was behind him, and hugged him close. Her legs were to either side and she kicked them a little as she spoke, "Thank-you. I really do appreciate it." She began to rub his neck and shoulders, working out the knots and kneading the muscles.
He hummed, appreciatively.
"Mm... I'm glad. I -want- to do it, too, it's just... so much in so little time. But I'm almost done now."
She tsked, "We're almost done now. We're even. I need Botany where you need PE." She shifted his large amount of hair over his shoulder and laughed, "You have more hair then I do!" "We're," he agreed, nodding at the correction. Then he laughed a little, glancing back at her. "You couldn't tell...? It's longer than yours by quite a bit."
"Yes... but it's so heavy!" She smiled, gently running her hands through the wet mass, "I should put it up like mine. Then we'd match." She grinned, joking, but there was just enough seriousness in her voice to suggest otherwise. "Please, no," he said, shaking his head. "I have a feeling I couldn't pull off the pigtails look."
She laughed as she set the heels of her hands on the sides of his head and wiggled her spread fingers, "No?" After a moment, she returned to the massage, "Maybe not. I love your hair as it is anyways." She kissed the back of his head as she smiled. Yambati blushed, but smiled. "It's really the only way to keep it in control without cutting it," he pointed out.
"Don't cut it!" She replied promptly, "It's best the way you have it now." He laughed slightly. "I won't cut it. I doubt I would look half as good with it trimmed short. Besides..." He lifted a hand, twirling some of his hair around his fingers. "It reminds me of vines."
She shook her head, "My Mr. Greenthumb. Obsessed with plants." Kallisto smiled, reaching around to take his hand, "Don't get all vain now." "Vain? Me?" He shook his head. "Not at all. I simply think that shorter hair wouldn't be flattering, not that longer hair makes me look like a god of some sort."
She laughed, "I agree long suits you best." It was a veiled compliment, "You'd be surprised." Having worked most of the knots out, she draped her arm over his shoulder, "Feel better?" "Mmm..." He leaned back into the half embrace. "Much. Where did you learn that...?"
"Learn? I didn't..." She tilted her head to the side, "Sometimes my muscles get really tense and I have to massage them so they don't hurt. Especially after sparring, I get bruised all the time doing that." She smiled, "So it's nothing special." "You're good at it," he said, simply. And it was true. There were still some stiff spots, but he'd over-all relaxed quite a bit.
"Thank-you!~" She chirruped, and guided the hand she was holding so that it was over his stomach and she could properly hug him. "Anywhere else need to be massaged? Your back? Maybe your feet?" Yambati laughed. "My back's a mess, too, but only if you want to."
"Well, I can't do it here..." She shook her head, "Maybe we should go back? Your room, I think, otherwise Cecil will throw a fit." She didn't move though, and waited for him.
"Mm..." He considered. But now that his neck was nice and tension-free, his back felt /worse./ And so he nodded. "That would work."
"Okay." She stood, and got out of the hot tub, kneeling on the pool deck to help Yambati out. Yambati accepted her help, immediately gathering up his hair and wringing it out once he was standing. It really was quite impressive how much water all that hair could hold.
She shook her head, smiling, "I'm just going to get changed okay?" She lingered a moment, looking him over before dissappearing into the changeroom. It was rather impractical for Yambati to change with how -wet- his hair was, at least not fully. Sweater material plus water did not equal fun. So he settled on simply toweling off as best he could and braiding his hair back, to keep the drippage to a minimum. The one downside of long hair - it took a while before he could get dressed after showers. And swimming.
Kallisto returned a few minutes later, with her hair down. Shaking it out, she smiled at him - she was back in her usual garb and carrying a cloth bag. Why hadn't he changed? She tilted her head, a little questioning, but didn't say anything. She wasn't about to argue. The sanguine found she liked gazing at her boyfriend's body and her earlier bashfulness was replaced with a cool confidence as she enjoyed his naked torso. "Ready?" "Mm. I would have gotten dressed, but my hair is a bit too damp," he offered without needing the question. He had gathered up his clothing again, though, and was ready to go. Even if it -was- going to be embarrassing walking down the hall half naked.
"Fine with me." She smiled as she walked up to him. Catching his hand, she started back towards the hall and his room. Yambati let her lead, hoping they wouldn't get too lost on the way back. Being lost and only in swim trunks was not his idea of a fun time, after all.
Following her usual path back to her dorm, she paused, "Where now?" She couldn't remember and she blushed. She should probably at least know where Yambati stayed should she? Yambati smiled slightly, and took the lead this time. "Down this way," he said, laughing softly as they walked.
"Hey... don't laugh at me." She murmured, eyeing him as she followed after the other. "Sorry. You know, we won't have to worry about this soon..."
"Oh?" She blinked, confused by the sudden change, "Worry about what?" "Not being able to find our way to each others' rooms," he said, rather matter-of-factly.
"But..." Then she clued in, "Oooooh!~ Right!" Kallisto laughed, then suddenly blushed. If they were living in the same house, would they housemates or share the same room? The latter made her blush deepen until she was nice brilliant orange. "... Something wrong?" he asked, blinking at the strange orange blush. It was quite a bit stronger than he'd ever seen before.
She shook her head, enthusiastically, "Not at all. I... I just..." Kallisto paused and swallowed, "Would we share a room then? Or just the house?" Her blush deepened and she brought her hands up to cover the horrible splotch of colour. "..." He pondered this for a moment. "... I suppose it depends on... how things go?" he said, after a moment. He meant how comfortable they ended up being in the same house, but he realized it sounded a bit more suggestive, and blushed as well.
She nodded unable to meet his gaze, as she fought with her thoughts. That he was mostly naked didn't help things either. "Okay." She wasn't sure what else to say and fell silent, blushing furiously, embarassed by her thoughts. "We'll think about it when it's an issue," he said, as they finally reached his door. He unlocked it and let her inside.
She stepped in and promptly found a chair to sink into. Her blush faded a little as he reigned in her thoughts and managed a smile as she gesured to the floor and the bed, "Lay down on your stomach?" She needed something to keep her distracted. Floor was better, if only for the lack of conotations. He stretched out along his floor (which was amazingly clean) with a nod.
After a moment, she settled onto the floor beside him, kneeling. Tentatively, she ran her fingers up his back and then applied more preassure until she was truly massaging him. Yambati purred, wiggling a little and getting quite comfortable. His eyes slid shut. Taking deep breaths, Kallisto finally managed to reign in her head and went to work, paying attention to his shoulders especially. Careful and throrough, she worked her way across and then down, kneading and working the muscles so Yambati wasn't as tense, "This helping?" "Definitely," he murmured, sounding /quite/ content. And she was actually getting his muscles to untense - no mean feat.
She smiled as she felt the muscles uncoil and start to give a little. "Are you always like this? So tense?" She leaned over his shoulder to speak into his hear, "It can't be healthy...." "Mm, I guess so. Since I've been working ahead, especially. But working in the gardens has you hunched over a lot..."
He shivered at how close she was.
"Oh.. I suppose." She returned to her kneeling position, "Be careful though. Don't hurt your back." It was an order and a request at the same time.
"I'll try my hardest," he assured her, glancing up and back at her. "Don't worry."
"As long as you try then." She smiled, finishing up. She slid her hands up the length of his back and over/around his neck, making sure the muscles had stayed relaxed before falling back so she was sitting cross-legged. "There. All done."
He let out a soft sigh and then sat up, stretching. His back popped, loudly, a few times, and he settled back, kneeling, with a very contented look on his face. "Thanks."
She grinned at him, "You're very welcome! I'm glad I helped." Kallisto leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. Soon enough they'd share the same roof and she found she was both nervous and excited for that.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:26 am
31 :: A Tackle is Fine, Too
Yambati blinked. Then blinked again. His other make-up classes had been easy, as the teachers had been, well, expecting him. He'd thought he'd sent a letter ahead of time to Orrys, but as the Professor was currently doing benchpresses...
"... Do I just... go over to him and interrupt him?" he asked, turning to glance at Kallisto. He felt strange, imagining himself doing that. What did he do, tap him on the shoulder?
Kallisto stood beside Yambati and turned to look at him slightly confused, "I guess so. He was expecting the class...." She shrugged and started over, flashing a smile at Yambati as she did so. "Professor Orrys...?" She called softly from the side of the bench, hoping that would be enough to get his attention.
Orrys sniffed audibly. The scent of Zeroes. He pressed the bar one last time and then set it to rest on it's bracket with a long exhalation. He sat up wiping the sparkling sweat from his brow and grinned. "There y'are. I was startin' to wonder where y'were. You both ready for your Lesson?"
"Ah, yes, Professor." He was starting to feel uneasy. Practicing Kallisto was one thing. Actually taking the class-
He was suddenly very worried about breaking his glasses, and he touched them, absently.
Kallisto blinked as he sniffed, wondering what that was for. "Ah. I've got my credit for this class but I'm helping Yambati study. That's alright, right?" She glanced over as he fidgeted and smiled encouragingly at him.
Orrys looked her over and grinned. "A'course. There's always more to learn. And if memory serves, you were quite a natural? Y'keeping up on Sparring then?" Orrys got to his feet and stretched, his spine making a sharp popping sound.
Yambati shifted slightly from foot to foot. He was feeling honestly nervous for some reason - something he hadn't felt in his other make-up classes. Maybe it was because Kallisto was there?
Still, Kallisto had that smile turned at him. He tried to relax, smiling back (though it was a bit awkward).
At the professor's words she stood up straighter, proud that she would receive such a compliment from a teacher. "Yes! I want to be a Grigori and I've really enjoyed PE - even sparred a few times since."
"Nervous?" She asked, curious as to the why Yambati was suddenly so shy. "It'll be fun!~"
Orrys laughed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Alright, shall we begin? Arms up!" He raised his hands into intimidating fists and slid effortlessly into a fighting stance.
This- this was starting quickly. He didn't really even have time to respond to Kallisto. He slid easily into his ready stance, feet sliding slightly apart, one positioned farther back than the other, arms raised but held loosely, not locked. He glanced over at Kallisto.
She took up her position in front of him and relaxed into a neutral position, arms up as indicated by Orrys. She was smiling brightly and the bob of her head set her pigtails to swinging playfully.
Orrys righted himself and stepped up to stand beside them. "Nice form, nice form!" Orrys purred. Alright. i'm going to slowly step you through a basic exchange and focus on your form. Kallisto, I'll start with you, since you know the basics, and can offer a good demo." Orrys grinned. "I want you to slowly step forward and throw a back-hand punch to Yambati's middle. Yambati, I want you to slowly . "Step back and block with your arm in a gedanburai." Orrys demonstrated a sweeping block that aimed the hand down to rest above his knee. "Keep it slow and safe, eh?"
"Okay." She nodded and shifted slightly, throwing the punch out as requested - slow and deliberate. Kallisto offered a smile at Yambati as the punch swung in. She was going to enjoy this, she was sure.
It was similar to when they'd practiced in the Gardens, and Yambati felt yet more at ease. There was more instruction, less 'feeling' what to do, and yet it still made sense. The instructions just gave more confidence to his action, as he stepped his foward foot back and blocked by moving his opposite arm down across his body to deflect the blow. They were moving slow, like that first practice, but that was just fine.
"Alright hold it!" Orrys said, kindly and stepped up. He spent a moment adjusting the angles of their arms. Tilting the line of Kallisto's wrist to be flush with her arm, aiming her knucles to line up with the bones. "Like that, a straight line of strength..." He murmured, then moved on to Yambati - crooking the elbow to make the arm block at a 75 degree angle. "A wedging motion, like so...."
Kallisto paused, blinking and relaxed her arm as Orrys adjusted her arm, allowing him to move it around. When he shifted to Yambati she found the new position to be more natural, to flow better and be more comfortable. Drawing the fist back, she tested the new angle and smiled as she was able to copy the corrected movement. It wasn't perfect but it had improved. "Thanks!~" She grinned and followed through with the strike, letting her fist to be swept aside.
And Yambati was easily able to sweep it aside, with the adjustment. It made sense - it even felt more natural than what he'd originally been doing, even if that had been instinctual and uncorrected. "Mm," he assented, agreeing with Kallisto's gratitude.
"Alright" Orrys grinned. "Now try the same combo again, adding a little speed as you get the hang of it. When you manage to do three in a row without a mistake, switch sides and start off slow again."
She nodded and reset her stance, throwing the punches at an increasing speed with increasing fluidity and control. Kallisto's smile widened as the motion became ingrained in her memory - she was learning a great deal from this. She was truly happy and obviously in her element as her movements became better and better with the repititions. When at last she felt they'd done the three required movements, she paused and stepped back to ask Yambati if he were ready to move on or not.
Yambati flowed into the defensive moves quite easily, like he had back in the Garden. The constant repetition of the move made it a part of him. Their practice in the Garden had given him experience in thinking on his feet. This gave him skills to use during that.
He stepped back once Kallisto did, nodding. "Mm." He gave her a small smile, than settled back into his stance, this time ready for the offensive.
Orrys watched over them and nodded approvingly. "Good, good... Keep that up. If you feel ready, you can begin to alter the targets for your punches to force your opponent to judge where the strike is coming from and adjust their blocks accordingly."
"Alright..." She trailed off as she concentrated on completing the blocks appropriately. "Go ahead." Kallisto flashed a smile at Yambati, nodding to let him know she was ready when he was.
Yambati nodded, slightly. He wasn't smiling much, but it was clear that he was very, very focused. Considering as he threw the punches as normal, he shifted the next time to move to the right and down. From then on, he continued to alter targets, but he made sure to focus on form, slowing down once more.
Orrys watched attentively as the two bantered their moves back and forth. He offered encouragement as they worked, pleased with their grasp of the skills. When they were finished their set, he quirked an eyebrow. "How's that feel? You ready for something a little more advanced?"
Kallisto stepped forward to stand beside Yambati once the set was finished and grinned her approval to him. Turning to Orrys, she nodded, "I am! Are you?" The latter was directed to Yambati as she bounced on the balls of her feet, energized by the practice.
Yambati smiled amusedly at her bouncing, and nodded to the Professor. "Ready and willing," he said, as he rolled his shoulder to ease out the muscle memory of the movements they'd just gone through.
Orrys grinned. "Alright then... How'd you feel about learning how to Tackle?"
Kallisto laughed and nodded, "Sounds fun!" She wondered what all would be involved... what exactly made up a tackle.
"Fine by me." His slight smile widened. The images in his mind, while completely wrong, were amusing.
Orrys wiggled his eyebrows and wiggled his paws. "A tackle is a great move to learn. It can interupt almost any move your opponent is trying to prepare, and can throw them to the ground. If you do it right you can strike at least once more before they can retaliate." He tossed a quick wink at Yambati and lunged without warning at Kallisto. He threw his shoulder (gently for Orrys) into her midriff and bore her to the floor as gently as possible.
She nodded, understanding what he was speaking about and shifted about, standing square to Yambati once more. Of course, this movement resulted in her missing the look Orrys sent Yambati and she cried out in surprise as she was borne to the ground. Eyes flying wide, she flailed and pounded on whatever part of him she came into contact. Once the initial surprise dissipated she laughed and lay on the ground glaring at the professor in mock anger. "Not fair! I wasn't expecting that!" She was grinning though and shaking her head.
Yambati thought of warning Kallisto, but it was too late. If it had been anybody but a Professor, he probably would have bristled a little in protective jealousy. As it was?
He laughed, crossing his arms. Though he did make sure he was balanced so he could hopefully resist if Orrys pounced on him. He didn't have much hope for it, but...
Orrys picked himself up and offered Kallisto a friendly hand to help her to her feet. "Obviously the element of surprise is crucial to landing a tackle. If you lose that element, your opponent may be able to redirect your momentum to send you off balance."
Kallisto took the proffered hand and grumbled something about it still not being fair. "If I'd known I wouldn't done that." She was blushing, finding the comment embarrassing even though she knew it had just been a demonstration. "... How do I that?" She eyed Orrys, determined not to be caught off guard twice before turning her look to Yambati, "Don't laugh at me! You would've been surprised too!" She flushed more and crossed her arms, fixing the choleric with a bemused grin.
"Of course I would have been surprised, but the look on your face was priceless." He laughed again, though his eyes kept going between her and Orrys. He didn't trust either of them when surprise tackling was on the brain.
"Well now, the first rule of Sparring is to watch your opponent. It's no good to fix a gameplan and not be able to respond when your opponent does something unexpected. So, I'll leave it up to you two to figure out how to watch each other and see if you can determine what move they'll use next. If you start small, and limit the number of moves you'll toss up in your practise, it'll train those "skills while still keeping things safe. You'll find you'll learn a lot." Orrys grinned and stepped back.
Kallisto merely harumphed at Yambati's remark and settled into a stance before him. "Okay..." She breathed out and pulled a breath in, clearing her mind. Bouncing on her feet, she threw a punch at Yambati at the point where she hoped she wouldn't broadcast her movements. The punch she threw wasn't slow but wasn't particularly fast either. "Punch and kicks, okay?"
"Sounds good," he responded, dodging rather than blocking the first time. He moved into a kick at about the same speed that Kallisto was using. This was more like what he was used to, and his lips curled as he dropped back into sparring mode.
Orrys watched them practise and kept his mouth shut. There were some things you simply had to learn on your own. He stepped back, out of their peripheral, and watched carefully from the side. Their form and foundation were good, the rest just came with building on techniques and refining one's skills.
Using the concept of the sweeping block, Kallisto met and moved Yambati's leg to the side, diverting the momentum away from her. Pivoting on one foot, she lauched her own kick at him, looking for an opportunity to surprise him.
Yambati got his foot back on the ground as quickly as possible so he could move to block his exposed side, stepping away in place of pushing her. The added distance let him settle back into a good stance, waiting for the right moment- before he tried a punch moving upward from about waist level, at a slight angle.
Orrys watched carefully, rubbing at his chinfur and leaned back against the wall. He wondered if either of the students would have the bravery to attempt the new Tackle he'd demonstrated.
Kallisto frowned as Yambati danced away. Using the momentum from the swing of her kick to pivot and throw her opposite shoulder forward. Ducking into the strike and wrapping her arms around his middle as she surged forward. She wanted to try to tackle the other. It seemed like a fun technique.
At first, Yambati was able to only stagger back, sliding his feet apart to gain traction and pushing forward in surprise. His advantage in height and weight helped. But his surprise left his defense faltering, and he went down, yelping, after a moment's resistance.
"Hey! You said just punches and kicks!"
Orrys chuckled and clapped. "All's fair in love and war!!" He chuckled and moved forward, grinning and nodding at them. "Well, I'll leave you two with that for today. If you have any further problems of questions, you know where to find me, eh?"
Kallisto lay a top of Yambati grinning at him. She nodded as Orrys spoke and sat up, straddling the choleric for a moment, "Yep! Thank you professor!" She flashed a smile at the teacher before standing up and stepping away, offering a hand to help him up.
"Mm, thank you," he agreed, nodding to Orrys. Then he moved to take Kallisto's hand... and promptly tugged her back down towards the ground and him, putting a good deal of his strength behind the move.
Orrys chuckled and shook his head and moved back to the bars, and began a set of chin-ups.
Kallisto squeaked in surprise as she was yanked down on top of Yambati and laughed. Finding herself in his arms once more, she shook her head and smiled, "No more practicing?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:27 am
32 :: Feelings of Inadequacy
Kallisto moved down the hall, accompanying Yambati and heading towards where they'd been told they could find Bellona. From what she'd heard the professor was intimidating and she more then a little nervous. Magic was something she enjoyed but not something she was particularly good at - she much preferred the science of alchemy. "This way right?"
"I think so," Yambati said, following along at Kallisto's side, hand brushing hers as they moved. "... are you... nervous?" He had a feeling that magic would not be his strong suit - not the normal types, anyway. Perhaps alchemy, perhaps astronomy, perhaps botany... but magic theory? He was on edge.
Bellona was waited in her classroom, pacing brisquely behind her desk. They were a little late. Bellona rose an eyebrow and tapped her long nails along the edge of her desk.
Kallisto nodded and paused at the door, the slight tick of nails on wood. Frowning, she glanced at Yambati and took his hand, "Ready?" A slight pause and she cracked the door open, bowing as she stepped in. "Good afternoon, Professora." She smiled brightly and bobbed her head in greeting.
Yambati followed behind, fingers laced with Kallisto's. He, too, bowed. "Thank you for allowing us to work ahead," he added.
Bellona turned to face the door, eyes narrowed and face held high. "Yes, come in. You're late." She said sharply, with little emotion in her voice. She lifted her wand and strode out from behind the desk, her skirts rustling around her hidden feet.
Kallisto nodded and hurried inside to take a seat front and center. She could tell without effort that Bellona was strict and wouldn't tolerate lack luster participation. Chewing on her lower lip, the sanguine pulled out her notebook and set it down, flipping to the pages of notes on circle magic. She'd studied it a great deal, wanting to lessen the weakness she knew she had for this discipline.
Yambati let Kallisto's hand go, trying not to flinch. This woman... was imposing, even to him. Lips pressed into a hard line, he followed Kallisto and sat down, taking out his notebook and quill. He hadn't been able to prepare anything ahead of time, and for once, this made him very, very uneasy.
Bellona waved her wand in a slow, fluid motion and slapped it into her open palm. "How little do you know?" She asked crisply. "I do not wish to waste time reiterating information you have already learned. Let us be precise, shall we?"
She shifted through her notes and started at the beginning. "I've learned about the elements that spells are aligned to and some of the methods of spell casting..." She frowned tapping her lower lip as she looked up at the professor. That was the extent of her knowledge, or at least what she was willing to boast. Somehow she doubted saying she'd studied specific spells would go over well.
"I have not had the opportunity to learn anything," Yambati said, hiding the slight wince of expectation. The page his notebook was turned to was entirely blank.
Bellona stared at them with her peircing eyes for a silent, withering moment. "Indeed. Then, which types of magic are you two interested in learning then?"
"Circle." Kallisto answered promptly. She'd looked into the other types of magic and settled on circle because it just seemed the most appropriate for what she wanted to do. Too bad it dealt with astronomy and math, both subjects she didn't like very much.
Yambati nodded. "I agree with Kallisto." It was only because he didn't know much about the types to make a decision - he would follow Kallisto's judgment in this.
Bellona smiled tartly. "Well, that keeps things simple, doesn't it." It was a clearly rhetorical question. "Circle Magic is a skill of creating shapes to have effect either on the things outside of or contained within the shape."
Kallisto nodded, following this train of thought. She understood this and it gave her some hope that Magical Theory was not in fact as horribly difficult as she initially thought. Switching to a new page, she wrote down what Bellona was saying.
Yambati followed suit. It... didn't sound terribly complicated. In theory, anyway. He was sure the execution of it, however, would be complex and confusing, so he made sure to keep quite a bit of room, keeping his simple reminder diagrams small.
It reminded him, he realized, of the shapes he'd learned of in Paxar's class. Perhaps he -could- understand this.
Bellona continued with her gaze focussed on the two students before her, making sure that her words were directed at them, and not merely spoken to the air. "Obviously, Mathematics is a crucial aspect of Circle Magic, degrees and angles constitute the majority of the casting. Basically all the spells can be broken down into Inducive and Inclusive Geometries."
Kallisto nodded, "How different bodies interact, right? And the number of bodies involved." She noted that down as well and smiled at Yambati. His help with Math was paying off! And those long boring, tedious hours of dredging through books weren't completely in vain.
Yambati hummed an affirmative sound, flipping back to his math page just to double-check his thoughts. Back on the magic page, he wrote down in his tiny shorthand scrawl the connection between Mathematics and Circle Magic, adding to his diagrams. He wasn't grasping it quite enough to jump in with questions, but he was getting there.
"Different shapes have different properties that make them better or worse suited to specific Spells." Bellona drew a circle on her palm. "Each specific spell has further specifics that make it even more difficult to achieve."
Kallisto sighed. Things only got harder? Did nothing make it easier to cast magic? Frowning she wrote that down as well and drew a circle on her page, expecting that she'd add on to the circle for some sort of demonstration.
Shapes? Shapes inside and outside of the circle, he assumed, and he, too, drew circles with which to copy down examples. He had a good idea that he'd be okay using circle magic when he knew how to draw it perfectly. But if he ever had to improvise...
"Now, most spells take a while to prepare, and some even require certain planets and stars to be in the visible realm of the sky." Bellona cocked an eyebrow. "They are most beneficial in the art of creating barriers and protections either to keep things in or out."
Kallisto smiled, a look of relief crossing her face. She'd been studying the appropriate things. She liked the idea of barriers.
Yes, barriers were good. He certainly got the image of protecting Kallisto... though, knowing her, she'd probably jump out of the circle to try and fight, herself. Smiling faintly at the image, he noted those things down.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:29 am
33 :: Confusion of Opinions
Class :: PhilosophyNotes:: Worship and the Powers of the GodsPatron Saint - could be prayed to in times of need by those it protected for guidance, strength, health, or courage. Patron saints were generally a hereditary worship. Specific families or cities would have a God or Spirit they worshipped, and in return the God or Spirit could be called upon in times of trouble. The strength and authority of any worshipped deity is directly proportionate to how intensely the worshipper's beliefs are held and how extensively they are worshipped. Going through the motions of worship does nothing unless honest faith is possessed. In a way, Gods are co-dependent with their worshippers, yet are also above their worshippers. Deities have skills and powers that Empyreans can never achieve on their own. There has never been a faithful who became a monster when it died. Faith in the Gods has no bearing on whether or not they will exist, merely the strength of the connection between you and your deity. Example: If you were to try to contact a deity for assistance once, in the throes of battle to try a last ditch effort to save your life, your response from the celectial bodies would not be very strong. If however, you continueously practise your worship, and excersize your faith, like any muscle that is worked, it will become stronger. There are those who pray to gods not because they wish to build up their Karma to receive help in times of trouble, but to justify their deeds, and use the god's power as fodder against their enemies. Example: the Outsiders collectively believe in an monotheistic deity known as Jesu. At one point in time this deity may have been the Jesus of Christianity. But like the Outsiders, the deity has become warped and malicious with time and war. The Jesu they worship now is a vindictive and cruel god, all about wroth and smiting the enemies of His people. Jesu was worshipped by his faithful for thousands of years. As the culture changed, the interpretation of how to show one's faith gradually changed with it. The God had the choice: Abandon his faithful, as some of the older deities had done, and thus lose his worship, or adjust his power and his meanings to suit their needs. Jesu, a young, and short-sighted deity chose the latter. Each little change must have seemed nothing to Him. A small and insignificant detail in the shadow of the larger celestial sphere. But each concession for His faithful changed Him more and more. The faithful can influence a deity, but not change it by their prayer or will. That decision remains in the God's own hands, just as you all have free will to worship or not. Many of the older deities, especially those of the pantheons have remained true to their stations, and are ready and willing to accept new faith instead of changing for the whims of some few faithful who have tried to manipulate them. The Deity prescribes how it wishes to be worshipped. Some prefer tribute of wines or foods. Others prefer statuary made in their likeness, decked with jewels or fine fabrics. Some wish for prayer, and soft-spoken heart-felt words. Other require deeds and proofs of faith. Each deity has his or her rules and prescriptions. The tasks that Gods can be called upon to assist with are things beyond the sphere of mortals. It would be trite and presumptuous of us to ask for help with things we could do ourselves anyways. The spells we have, the crafts we make are things that we rely upon our best to perform. The skills the Gods offer are things well beyond our scope of talents. It is not a matter of misusing the Celestial power like the Outsiders do. We remain different in our faith because of that distinction. I will not say which is the right way to worship, merely that ours is a good and just way to worship. As an Empyrean, you cannot shirk the blame to a deity, for our existence within the circle of Karma will find a way to punish your falsehoods. You worship, if you so choose. Every time you do, you build up good karma with the deity to whom give love, devotion, patience and respect. You can then call in favours, small ones for small showings of devotion, larger favours in times of dire need if you have been supportive for a long time. You may one day find yourself in peril. In times like those, you may call to heaven for help. If you have been good, and true, the gods may find pity or love enough to answer your need. KarmaThe beginning and end to it all. Almost everything in life follows a cyclic pattern. Examples: archaic weather systems, the flow of energy through the chakras, the cycle of oxygen and carbon dioxide in animals and plants. Karma is also cyclic. It is impossible to live on this planet, breathe and move, and not impact something. Each choice made, each day lived making those choices, you influence the things around you, and the path you forge will perhaps allow you to encounter this person, or not, experiece this moment, or that. Attempt to be conscious of how and where we impact other matter and beings in each choice we make, large or small. To understand that connection will allow you to avoid a scenario down your life path that you'd rather avoid, or conversely, make the choices that need to be made in order to ensure that something does happen. Many types of Fortune Telling are merely high levels of understanding these pathways.There are no coincidences.DeathWhen an Empyrean dies, a number of things can happen depending on the circumstances of the death. If attacked by an Outsider's weapons - like firearms and blunt-trauma weapons - the Empyrean falls and over time, usually about two weeks, their Additions begin to reverse and disappear and fade away. This is their Essence leaving them. If attacked by the Outsider's Chemical weapons or a monster, the Empyreans Additions generally mutate and fall off the Empyrean immediately upon death. Again, the Essence if forced to strip from the Empyrean. In both of these cases, if the dead Empyrean's body is left Outside, and not recovered, they will become a Monster. Depending on how they died influences what sort of Monster they will become. The body must be returned to Empyrean City so that the Metatrons can touch the fallen Empyrean, release their soul and take that soul back into themselves. An Empyrean might be reborn, if their soul is given by the Metatron to a new husk, or an Empyrean might rest at peace with the other fallen of our alignment. If the Empyrean who falls had a patron Deity to whom they prayed, their body does not lose its additions after two weeks, and never becomes a monster. These Empyreans are safely returned to the Metatron and saved from a worse fate.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:30 am
34 :: A Promotion (No RP!)
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:32 am
35 :: Hands On Experience
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:33 am
36 :: Visions of Hybrids
Class :: BotanyNotes:: Throughout time and culture, the acts of farming and harvesting have been intrinsic to society. Ancient civilizations worshipped: Goddesses of the Crop and Harvest Gods who could fertilize the land Demons that represented the death of a crop The things grown by people (food, medicinal herbs, alchemical components) are required for their survival. Plants are also used as Samples for certain types of Hybrids which can work in the City. sevenExample: Murmel sevenMade from: Maggot Sample, Dandelion Sample and a Toadstool Sample
To make a Hybrid, you need a minimum of two samples and a maximum of five. To keep specific parts of a Sample dominant, remove all extraneous parts
Then: Order the desired Samples by importance of which Samples you'd like to have preference, and be more obvious or dominant in the finished Hybrid.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:34 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:35 am
38 :: Pitter-Pat of Bones
"So, did I make a good actor?" Yambati asked, quirking a brow as he walked. "Did I play the part of reclusive doctor with a house full of zombies well enough?"Kallisto laughed and nodded, swinging their clasped hands, "You did wonderfully well." She leaned in as though whispering a secret, "Your perfomance was actually swayed my vote." She winked and spun away, smiling as she walked backwards.Yambati rolled his eyes, smirking. "Was it the performance, or the actor performing?" he teased, sticking his hands in his pockets for the time being. "You seemed rather distracted from the plot while I was talking to you, you know."She merely shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, "Really? Maybe I was mulling it over - such a good plot." She shivered suddenly, "Though I didn't like actually getting sick...""It was needed for the realism factor. And it won us the contest, hm?" He laughed, reaching out to take her hand. "Hopefully it didn't worry you too much?"She nodded, "Like my gory feast. Yes, congrats by the way!" Kallisto paused, waited for him to catch up and pecked him on the cheek with a wink, "And no.... not too much. I knew it wasn't real but still... it seemed so real." She laughed, "What did you think of my room? Professora Tryna helped me cook it all but I did most of the work."He laughed, softly. "I had to move through quickly - you know that - but I liked what little I got a chance to see and try." He gave her hand a squeeze."Thank-you." She smiled at him and turned so she could walk at his side, squeezing his hand in return, "Did you want to go see Lelaus for studying ahead sometime? His class has to do with animal training - a nice break from all the book learning with the other professors."Yambati nodded. "Animal training....? I've never thought about it, but it sounds interesting. And I believe I need to study it to work with hybrids. So of course I'd like to, if you're up to it.""Of course I am." She bobbed her head, "It'll be fun!~" The sanguine bumped her shoulder against his and smiled. "I heard you've found a few abberations! What'd you get?" She sounded curious and excited for him, eager to learn."Amber and Peridot," he said, laughing sheepishly. "First Peridot, and then, only a little bit later..." He shrugged. "Apparently, I'm just attracting all sorts of things now."She laughed, "Oh! Wonderful stones! Show me sometime?" When he made a comment about attracting things she laughed once more, "I'm certainly not going to argue that." She grinned and cast her gaze around. They were in a bushy section of the Gardens, a quiet, pleasant place and she sighed happily. Kallisto rather enjoyed these walks - just Yambati and her, no stress just tender companionship. "Of course I will. Peridot tends to like to sing, though... she can be a bit hard to deal with, even though her voice is soft." He smiled, softly, walking so their arms continuously brushed against one another.
Behind them, though, there was a soft... creaking sound? And the padding of small feet on grass, though it sounded... off. Decidedly off."Oh? She sings? That's neat." She nodded, "Jadeite's always quiet, she doesn't talk. Just kinda floats there and watches. Though you're not feeling very good, she'll try to cheer you up." Kallisto smiled, fondly describing her abberation.
She didn't notice the rustling in the grass."I think she sings, anyway. It could just be in my head, though, right?" He shook his head, smiling. "Amber's fairly stoic and sluggish, but she's stable. Peridot's more flighty."
The rustling got louder, and Yambati frowned slightly, wondering what it could be.Kallisto nodded, "Like how I can hear Cecil but you can't. probably." She turned then, wondering what the rustling was as she finally noticed it, holding on tighter to Yambati but not in a frightened sort of way - more like putting herself between and whatever it was.Around that time, a skeletal creature with an aura of acid-y green darted out of the bushes, making straight for Yambati. Yambati cried out in surprise, taking a step away, but it quickly got to him and settled by his feet, looking up.

"Hello!" it.. chirped.
Yambati looked over at Kallisto, eyes wide. "... D-did you just hear that?"Kallisto blinked as the glowing thing darted out and settled at their feet. She'd taken a step back as well, and cocked her head to the side Yambati seemed to react to something. "Hear what?" She peered at the walking skeleton, trying to figure out how the thing was alive in the first place"I- it- I heard it-"
"She can't hear me. Don't worry about it." The skeleton rubbed up against Yambati's legs - which was a very strange sensation. "I'm Hien."
"It says-"
"She. I'm a she."
"... She says that her name is Hien."Kallisto laughed as she watched the cicus skeleton rub up against Yambati. "Ah... Hello." She smiled uncertainly then looked up at him, "What is she?" Kallisto tried to phrase it in as non-offensive a manner as possible.Hien looked over at Kallisto and wagged her... tail vertebrae. "I think I like her. Tell her I like her?" Hien padded over to Kallisto, butting her skull against the girl's calf.
"Hien likes you, she says," Yambati said, confusedly. "And I... I don't know. Is she like Cecil? But a skeleton?"She blinked as she was head butted by the little creature. "She likes me? That's.... good. I guess." Kallisto was a little confused. "Maybe... she does have a similar structure to Cecil..." Sqautting, the sanguine held a hand out to the cicus pet, "You're really friendly.""Why wouldn't I be? I've found my Master!" Hien weaved around Kallisto and Yambati's legs.
"She says she's friendly because she's found me," he said, looking sheepish. "Seems like I'm still attracting things."Kallisto laughed and stood up, watching the little familiar, "I think she's cute." She proclaimed, nodding, "Pick her up then, if you're her master." She was smiling at Yambati, amused by this whole thing. "Enjoy it, Love. She's friendly enough.""But- she's a skeleton!" he whined.
"So? What else would I be, eh?" She went over to him, lashing her tail back and forth. "Pick me up! Your lady friend is right."
He sighed and knelt, holding out his hands. She hopped into them and climbed onto his shoulder, where she nuzzled into his hair. Yambati stood up, reaching up to steady her.Kallisto's brow arched at the skeleton's friendliness, "Now see here, Hien. Don't be getting too cozy with my boyfriend there." There was a mild tone seriousness in Kallisto's joking manner as she reached out to touch the curious creature."Oh, you're going together?" She peeked her head out of Yambati's hair to nuzzle against Kallisto's hair. "You two are cute~ Yellow and red and green! Pretty colors~"
"... and just how can you see colors without eyes?"
"Minor details!"
Yambati shot a 'Please help me look' to Kallisto.Kallisto chuckled, amused and set her hand like a bridge to her shoulder, "Visit me for a bit? You're awfully unique." She grinned, beckoning Hien forward in an attempt to 'help' Yambati."I like this girl! You had better treat her well, Master, or you had better watch out. I n** hard!" She snapped her teeth at him, playfully, then skittered over to Kallisto, headbutting her cheek.
"She's threatening to hurt me if I upset you," he murmured, blushing.Kallisto laughed, "Cecil would like her then. But I know you wouldn't willingly hurt me, so that's not something you need to worry about, right?" She stepped closer and hugged him, mindful of the creature on her shoulder. Kallisto admired his blush, he always looked so endearing when he did that."Careful, careful!" Hien warned, hopping onto Kallisto's head to make sure none of her bones got pinched.
Yambati smiled and hugged Kallisto close, fixing Hien was a look. "Hear that? I'm not going to hurt her, ever." Hien waggled her head in what must have been 'sticking out her tongue'.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:36 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:37 am
40 :: The War at Hand
Class :: HistoryNotes:: A State of WarWhen the Laws of the City can be temporarily suspended for the sake of the survival of the City. The CallWe will be at risk. Much will be demanded of us. Much more than what we are capable of will be expected of us. Every capable Three will have to rise to the task of fighting, and that leaves Shops unmanned, Classes untaught, supplies unmade. Supplies need to be stocked, equipment maintained, provisions prepared and properly readied. There is an endless amount of work to be done by Empyreans and by their Hybrids, Cicus pets, Golems and the like. The best thing the Zeroes can do in this situation is attend to their studies. Not only in the book-learning sense to better understand their world, and more swiftly transcend, but also in practice and perfection of skills and crafts which can be more immediately put to use. If any of us have discovered an aptitude, a calling, an affinity with a section of or direction in this City, explore these talents. The PastIn antiquity there were countries comprised of many many cities. The nations were composed all of the same race, the ancestral race of both the Empyreans and the Outsiders. Despite their collective lineage, these ancient nations were constantly at war. However, the world was whole. In this part of the world, in what was called The West in olden times, there was peace. There was structure and law, mighty nations and friendly neighbours. Injustice was punished fairly no matter your origin. Clearly in a land so carefully and justly ruled, they prospered. The land was tamed, and then excavated. The economies boomed, the people flourished, and then the balance tipped to the side of excess. The wealthy became more wealthy, and the struggling fell into poverty. Skirmishes broke out between different factions of humanity. In order to feed the inordinate number of mouths, and to support the growing weight of the Foreigners who flocked to these lands to try and gain some part in the wealth and prosperity of the place, and finally to try and sustain their extravagent and avaricious lifestyles...The inevitable occured: the planet was raped. Too much was taken, too fast. To replace the swiftly dwindling resources of wood and metal, a new creation was introduced to the society in order to make life more convenient: the Plastique And so, the fighting grew worse. The Foreigners came here united and en masse to silence the citizens of the West. At first the ancestors of the Empyreans - the Kanadins - and the ancestors of the Outsdiers - the Merikans - fought together, side by side. More and more of the Merikan states were destroyed, desolated by warfare and fallout. Unihabitable, barren and unworthy of even the sturdiest crops, the Merikans had no choice but to abandon them. They pressed further and further north, demanding more and more space from their Kanadin neighbours. At first the Kanadin people opened their arms to shelter and assist their comrades of the West. But as the numbers of Merikan soldiers and refugees continued, it became evident that the situation could not be sustained. It was around this time that the Kanadins reached the Ether. In their digging for supplies or perhaps the side effects of their reactors, they made a breach in the planet's veins. They touched on the Font of Ether flowing from the earth. And the very first of the Kanadins became Empyrean. Or, something near to. The unstable way they had fused with the Ether made them more akin to the Cicus animals than what we recognize as Empyrean now. Some say that some spark or fragment of those first four still exist within the Metatrons of today. PlastiqueLike the ancients before them with their poisonous lead, the humans used their poisonous Plastique for everything. They made tools, clothes, foods, storage vessels, equipment and more from this substance. They ignored it's dark roots and pressed forward with their innovations, and revolutionized the world. But the Blood of the Planet should have stayed in the rock, in the oil, in the once-white ices of the north. Instead it slowly became a part of their clothing, their medicines, and eventually their very food. And their bodies, uncomprehending to this thing that did not behave the way the rest of the world behaved were baffled and began to grow ill from it. Everything in this world goes in cycle. It is born, it grows, it lives, it descends and ends. That is the way of the planet. But this Plastique did not decay. It merely changed form, releasing toxins into the water they drank, the air they breathed, into their every cell. And then the cancers began to sweep through the nation, far too efficient for medicine to fully heal those afflicted. And they became obese and stupid, displaying imbalances that once-pure diets had prevented. Even the simplest tasks - like balancing one's own blood sugar - became impossible for them. Its production has subsided. The Blood of the Planet was sucked dry. However, there are still places where the items made from the Plastique are piled kilometres high. The Outsiders to this day use their technology to melt down this nearly-indesctructable poison and form it into new items - Grafts, tools, mechanical and electrical parts. The Plastique could not be so easily tossed away. It did not decay, and it began to pile up. When it was discarded, when it ceased to properly preform its function... When it was replaced by newer, stronger, more toxic forms of Plastique, well... At first, the peoples of the West tried to ignore it, but as the landfills were filled, and as the oceans were polluted, they had to find new ways to deal with it. They tried to use it as land, compacting it, and sinking it deep into the oceans to try to find more places to build on, now that so much land had been destroyed or littered with the Plastique of bygone days. It was when they began trying to recycle it, releasing poison into the very air we breathe that it became a part of all of us. Plastique poisoning causes defects. Outsiders and Husks have grown without limbs, or with their organs on the outside of their bodies. Empyrean City uses only the purest of materials. Everything is built of stone, wood, glass, crystal, metal, ore, and of course ether. However, out there, the Outsiders continue to use Plastique, to fashion their electrical wires and sometimes entire segments of their Grafts which they implant into their diseased bodies, or staple onto their rotted flesh to keep it running long after it ought to have stopped. Their technology far surpasses that of Empyreans. But technological advances were sacrificed in exchange for longevity, health and peace of spirit. Some advances of science are simply not worth their cost.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:38 am
41 :: Sing a Song For Me {Music Tutoring}
Class :: MusicNotes :: Music is comprised of notes. These notes are strung together to create different sounds and have various pitches to them. These groupings of notes are scales. The distance between two notes in a scale are called scale steps.Where notes fall on the lines signifies what note it is. The further down it is, the deeper the note is. The higher up, the higher the note. You know the general tone by the location. Musicians build music by arranging these scales in different ways. They alter the timing, the arrangement, the specific notes used so you get a moving piece of music. You differentiate the notes by their location. If there are two notes on the same line, it's the same note. You place notes at certain intervals called beats. You combine beat, scales, and notes to get music. To make music you need an instrument - literally anything from your voice to something that makes sound. That's the beauty of music, you can make music from anything. There are wind instruments that you blow into, percussion instruments that you strike, string instruments and many many more. The easiest one to access, however, is your voice. When you sing, you make music without the use of tools like the flute or drum. There are a variety of notes. They are set up in accordance to the Time Signature which specifies how many beats are in each measure and what note value constitutes one beat. For example, there can be four beats per measure. How long a beat is can easily be learned through the use of a metronome. Each tick is a beat. A note takes up a certain amount of time within a beat and the basic group of notes most beginners work with are the semibreve or whole note which usually lasts for four beats, minim or half note which is two beats long, the crochet or quarter note which lasts one beat the quaver or eighth note which lasts for half a beat, and finally the semiquaver or the sixteenth note which lasts for a quarter of a beat. The notes don't just signify length or pitch, however. Every note possesses a magical property to it that is used in Bardic Magic. There's no set ingredient list or spell list associated with Bardic magic. You learn the effects of the various components of music and then mix them in whatever way you want to get the desired effect. For example, to increase the potency of some divining practices, one might want to utilize a lamellophone for it's potent prophetic properties and a flute for it's ability to enhance meditative states as well as singing in the notes A, F, or G. A is good for all strengthening, augmenting, defending and grounding magic F is good for tuning higher levels of consciousness, chakras, energy manipulation, and charging specific parts of the body for extra damage/healing specific wounds G is good for healing in general, clairvoyance, calming magics, and sleep inducing magics.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:39 am
42 :: Chance versus Fate
His luck was too much for him to attribute to blind chance. He had never truly known why his eyes were flawed and now the knowledge of what else could have gone wrong in his Husk crushed him, dimmed his mind and tried his spirit. It couldn't be chance - cycled through his mind over and over again, and left him tossing and turning at night, waking to stare out his window, to walk through the halls in a sort of daze. It was a constant thought.
Often he would stare at his hands, marvel that they were formed correctly, four fingers and a thumb each, all of proper proportion. He looked at himself in the mirror, checked to make sure every part of him was in its proper place, doing its proper function. He was whole - but he shouldn't have been. In his mind, if his eyes had been ruined, so too should the rest of his body.
But it was not. It couldn't be chance.
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Slowly, his mind turned once more to religion. Philosophy had sparked his interest, but it had died without fuel to feed it. Now, though, that fuel was present. Yambati's hand shook as he paged through old books, read of gods and goddesses that didn't ring true for him. None seized him. None turned his mind alight.
The Nordic myths, though, caught him. It's cyclical nature of life and death - the natural order of things - enthralled and caught him up in its dance. Blind Hod reached out to him, followed in close order by Idunn, spring in the face of the blind one's winter. They were not major gods, but they seemed to glow in Yambati's mind. Tyr soon followed after, one-handed justice who had sacrificed part of himself for the good of all. The three stood apart from the others, separated from Odin and Baldur and Loki and Thor and all the rest.
Partially it was Hod's blindness that attracted. It had been used against him, used to trick him into killing the god Baldur and seal his own death. But outside of his fateful role, he was also the god of winter, part of the cycle. Always part of the cycle.
Idunn stood for eternal youth and endless spring. While she was not a goddess of fertility, she was still a symbol for the beginning life of spring, of new life. She complemented Hod, even in her tales. Hod was tricked by Loki and, inadvertently, killed by his actions. Idunn was saved from capture by Loki. Duality, cycles, endlessly spiralling.
Tyr's purity of spirit reminded Yambati of his own failings, and he admired the bravery of the god who would willingly place his hand in the wolf's mouth, knowing he would lose it, for the sake of the world, the other gods. His was a fighting spirit, but also one of justice and self-sacrifice. Yambati longed to be somewhat like that god, and so Tyr took a spot in Yambati's heart alongside Hod and Idunn.
It took time to adjust to praying in the morning, daily giving thanks to Idunn for allowing his sight to be fixed, Hod for letting him escape what might have been worse, and Tyr for the offered future before him. But within two weeks, it became natural, the words flowing honest from his lips each new day. It gave him comfort. It gave him strength.
It was no longer chance.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:40 am
43 :: Yule-tide Greetings
Having snuck into his room with the help of Hien, Kallisto sat beside his bed letting the aromas of the breakfast she'd cooked for him waft over his sleeping form. She'd wait for him to wake, which she hoped wouldn't be long. In the meantime, however, she was content to watch over and admire him.
He shifted a little, still mostly asleep, looking uncommonly peaceful - as if there were no thoughts in his mind. It was a blessing, these easy nights - something newfound and much treasured. He moved again, the scents of warm food and his love touching his nose. He was a relatively light sleeper, and so finally awoke, blinking, immediately frowning slightly in confusion. Things were different-
He could barely make out with his blurry sight familiar shades of red and yellow, and his frown turned to an awkward smile. "Kallisto?" he murmured, voice sleep fogged.
The sanguine smiled and nodded. "Morning!~" She replied cheerfully and reached over to tuck his bangs back a little so they weren't spilled across his face then brushed a good morning kiss across his lips. "Did you sleep well?" Sitting back, she watched and waited.
"Better than I have been, lately," he said, still a little confused and flustered. He reached past her to grab up his glasses, settling them onto the bridge of his nose and blinking a few times. "What are you doing here? It's... it's morning, right? I haven't missed class or something like that...?"
She laughed and shook her head, holding up the tray of delicious smelling breakfast items. "Not at all. It's Yule, Yambati~ I've made you breakfast in bed."
"... Yule?" Yambati paled slightly, looking sheepish. "I forgot all about it..." He sat up a little, looking between Kallisto and the food. "I forgot to get you something," he said, apologetically. "I'm sorry."
"That's fine." She smiled at him warmly, her meaning genuine. Kallisto was just glad to have Yambati there. "Don't be sorry." Rising after she'd set the tray on the edge of his bed, she grabbed another pillow and motioned for him to sit up further so she could slide it behind him. "I just hope you like what I made you."
"I'm sure I will," he said, but he glanced out his window, biting his lip. He had obligations, now... and though perhaps the gods would understand, he didn't want to risk it so soon into his worship. "I... have something to do before I eat, though. Is that okay? It will only take maybe five minutes."
She blinked, tilted her head to the side and nodded, "That's fine." Curious, she moved the tray once more so that he wouldn't knock it about as he got up. "Just so long as you actually eat it in bed - it's called breakfast in bed for a reason, you know." Her tone was playful as she stepped aside
"Of course," he assured her, even as he climbed out of bed, feet settling bare on the cold floor. "I just can't pray very well sitting in bed, is all." He only moved a little bit away from the bed, however, before kneeling down, holding his arms bent at the elbow before him, palms facing up towards the ceiling. He bowed his head a little, and tried to focus, despite being intensely aware of Kallisto's attention on him.
"What...?" She blinked and followed him round the bed to kneel beside him and ask softly, "What're you doing?" Having never seen him do such a thing before, she didn't quite understand. It looked like he was praying but he'd been so uncomfortable in Philosophy that it seemed opposite to what she expected.
"Praying," he said, opening his eyes and smiling slightly. "I, ah, just started a few days ago." He wasn't quite sure what to say to her, but he kept his eyes open, focused on her, so he could answer any questions. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, especially with all the trouble she'd gone through for him.
A smile answered his, "Been thinking, then?" Shuffling about, Kallisto sat across from, "What are you praying to?" He seemed so much more sure. Settled somehow. It made her smile grow and she wondered if he wound't mind her joining him as it was obvious this was important to him - he'd refused her cooking, afterall.
"I've been attracted to religion since Philosophy," he confessed. "But History made me realize just how lucky I really am. So I'm giving thanks... I pray to Idunn, Hod, and Tyr. They're from the old Norse pantheon... they represent, in the most basic, spring, winter, and justice. It's... more than that, but I can't explain it." He still smiled, and though it stayed sheepish, it widened a little, perhaps hopefully. "Do you mind that I...?"
"Oh..." She nodded, respecting his decision and more then a little attracted herself. His peace of mind was important to her and if this helped him... "I don't mind. I... just don't want to be left out." She grinned then, and winked. "The last few days you've been so.... calm. I was wondering why. Now I know." Lifting her hands to match his, she watched him, "And I'd like to know what it's like."
Yambati almost cautioned her, told her not to pray unless she actually believed... but if she was praying so as not to leave him, it wasn't like she was faking it for favors. Right? It was a grey area, and he mentally filed away a note to ask Eleuthero about the situation, but for now, he smiled at her and nodded.
"Just close your eyes... you don't have to try and pray to a deity, but just try to center yourself. It's sort of what I do when I split seeds... you still your mind, and let yourself go beyond everything that is you, and into what is else. That's... the best I can explain it, anyway."
Meditation then... she could do meditation. "Alright." She frowned though, "If you don't want me to, I won't." He hadn't replied right and it gave her pause. Did he not want her to join him? Was there any harm in just sitting with him, in either silence or listening to a prayer? She was as of yet undecided in her stance with the gods and saw this as an opportunity to learn about them with the one she loved.
"No, you can," he said, smiling reassuringly. "Just... don't do anything you're not sure about. Praying is a personal choice - I don't want you to pray just because you feel you should because I'm doing it. Okay? But I'd love to have you near." He broke his stance, leaned forward to rest a hand on her shoulder.
She nodded, feeling a little better. " I just don't want to be some kind of observer. Besides," Kallisto smiled, "You never know until you try, right? And I won't do something that isn't right for me, okay? I promise." Reaching up, she settled her hand on his and nodded.
He nodded, well reassured. "Then stay by me - it'll be a good experience, hopefully, even if you just relax." He let go of her shoulder, gave her hand a quick squeeze, then settled back on his legs, lifting his arms once more.
"Alright." She settled down and closed her eyes, hands palm up on her knees. Inhaling deeply, she calmed her nerves and listened, waiting for him and whatever might happen during his prayer.
He was silent, though, save for perhaps the movement of his lips if she listened closely enough. He mouthed the words but spoke them with his mind instead of his voice. He thanked Idunn for how strong his relationship with Kallisto was, spoke with Hod about his few lingering doubts, requested patience and endurance from Tyr. The whole thing took perhaps a few minutes, five at the longest, before Yambati opened his eyes again. He took a deep breath, relaxed, and gazed over at Kallisto.
While Kallisto hadn't prayed, she had felt a certain sort of calm settled over the room and was overjoyed to feel it settle over her as well. Not realizing she was smiling, she remained where she was, breathing slowly once she'd centered herself. When she felt Yambati's gaze on her, she blinked her eyes open and met it. "Done?" She sounded a little dissappointed - she'd enjoyed the sense of connection that had developed.
He nodded, shifting and stretching a little before standing, holding out a hand to her. "I'm glad you're here," he murmured, softly, sounding less awkward and nervous and more fully at ease.
Which she noticed and her eyes glittered with warmth and admiration for him. "I am too." Taking his hand, she led him back to bed and shooed him back under the sheets after a brief hug, "But now for breakfast, it'll get cold if you wait any longer."
He laughed a little, settling back under the sheets. "Of course, of course. Perhaps brunch in bed would be a better name...?" he teased, lightly, looking over at the try for the first time in earnest.
"You did sleep kinda late..." She quipped back, smiling. Getting the tray, Kallisto wiggled her way onto the bed and crossed her legs. Settling the tray in his lap, she beamed at Yambati. "Merry Yule Yambati!~"
"You're too good for me," he settled on, now that he could fully smell the delicious aromas from the food. "I don't know how I'm going to match this, you know." He glanced back up at her, obviously entranced and pleased.
"Just say it's yummy even if it's not and I'll be happy." She chuckled and removed the lid to reveal a splendid breakfast - bacon, sausage, toast, orange slices, scrambled eggs, and a few pancakes. Closest to her, a small vase cradled a single blooming lily like the one he'd given the seed for. It was cut from the growing plant and she'd been proud enough to clip a bloom from handful that had grown.
He noticed the tiger lily and looked back up at her, a blush faint on his cheeks. "It's doing well, then?" He hadn't asked after it in months... and he remembered well the day he'd given her that seed. After all, they had lain in the grass for a long time afterwards, simply... being.
He sat up a little more, mostly so that he could more easily look into her eyes, but also to get closer to the food.
"Yep." She nodded happily, "I'm actually getting them to behave. I love them so much. Remind me of you." Gesturing, then, Kallisto motioned for him to start eating. "Come on... It won't kill you." She arched a brow.
"I'm hardly that fiery," he said, laughing slightly. But he bowed to her wishes and picked up a piece of bacon, munching on it. "Good as always," he assured her, after he spent perhaps an inordinate amount of time licking the grease off of his fingers.
Kallisto puffed up under the praise and winked. She watched him lick the grease from his fingers and smirked, shaking her head. "I'm glad you like it. Have any plans for today?~"
"No, not particularly. Why do you ask?" He tilted his head, spearing a piece of sausage on his fork. "Any suggestions?"
"No not really. I just wanted to spend the day with you. I even let Hien play with Cecil for a bit so we could be alone." She smiled and scooted around to sit beside him. "I don't really care what we do today, as long as we're together."
"... I thought that it was too quiet in this room," he said, blinking. Peridot was still sleeping and Amber was quiet usually, but Hien should have interrupted. He smiled slightly, though, and wrapped an arm around her, still munching slowly on his food. "That was cruel of you, you know. To inflict Hien on Cecil like that."
She scoffed, "He's too antisocial and Hien's a nice little one. Hopefully she'll get him to be more sociable. Besides," Kallisto leaned into his embrace, "he has to get used to her at some point, they're going to see lots of one another." She didn't intend to go anywhere any time soon.
Yambati colored slightly again, but nodded. "You're right," he conceded. "Just don't blame me when Cecil comes complaining with his fur all puffed, hm?" He smiled, nudged her shoulder lightly.
She laughed, "He was complaining before we even got here." Wrapping an arm about his waist, Kallisto grinned at Yambati. Today was going to be a good day, she was sure.
"So is that how you got in here?" he asked, after finishing off a piece of toast with soome delicious jam spread. "Hien let you in?"
Nodding, she coloured slightly, "Just had to let her know Cecil was here to see her and she helped me open the door..." Hopefully Yambati wouldn't be angry.
"You're enabling her," he said, shaking his head and laughing softly. "You do realize that she's not just being friendly, right? She has a crush of nearly epic proportions on poor Cecil."
"Oh, I know." Kallisto laughed, "It's Yule, I didn't see the harm in it. Besides, Cecil mopes when she's not pestering him...." She arched a brow and smirked, "Not enough mayhem, he says. Gets too quiet."
Yambati blinked, then quirked a brow of his own. "Mopes, you say? ... If I didn't know any better, I'd say that he's finding excuses to hide his own crush." He smirked, taking a sip of juice. "Playing match-maker in your spare time?"
"Nng, not really. I don't think he has a crush on her. She's just energetic and someone to play with. Jadeite's awfully quiet and sedate so she doesn't really help things."
"I suppose so," he conceded. "Still, he's good enough at hiding his platonic affection from her... he could always be hiding something else, as well." He shrugged a little.
"I guess. We'll see, either way." She shrugged as well and rested her head against his shoulder, content with where she was.
Yambati finished up, happy and full. There was still some food left on the plate, though, and he looked over at Kallisto. "Want any...? I'd hate for it to go to waste, it was so good."
Blinking she nodded, "Only if you don't want it...." She'd cooked but hadn't actually eaten any of the food she'd prepared so she was rather hungry. Her hopeful smile made it obvious.
"I'm full - any more, and I wouldn't be able to enjoy it fully. Go ahead." He smiled, nudged her shoulder, and settled back a little bit more on his pillows.
"If you insist." She laughed and took his fork. As she nibbled on what was left, Kallisto eyed him. Swallowing, she turned a little, "Comfortable?"
"Mm, very. The most I've been in a long time," he said, voice warm and relaxed. "I could easily get used to this, even if I had to help you cook every morning."
She quirked a brow, "You mean I'd always be the one to cook?" She was teasing though, and finished up, setting the tray aside before flopping onto her side. Kallisto was totally comfortable like this, that Yambati was still in pajamas didn't bother her at all. "I'd like a breakfast in bed once in a while, too, you know."
"Well, would fruits and vegetables do? I'd want you to actually enjoy it, not barely choke down my attempt at pancakes." He shook his head slightly, smiling. "I'm not sure I'd trust myself in a kitchen without you keeping an eye on me."
"Pffft." She shook her head and laughed, "You can navigate a kitchen just fine." Bumping his shoulder, she rolled her eyes, "Or least, well enough not to burn the district down."
"And how do you know that?" he questioned, still smirking. "I don't recall ever being in a kitchen with you except for when you're feeding me, you know."
"Because I trust you." She answered immediately, eyeing him as though he were missing the point. "I just hope you don't expect flowers and fresh herbs and things grown by me... I can barely keep things alive. Only the things you've given me have survived."
"Trust has nothing to do with food being edible," he said, perhaps a little sagely, but smiled at her afterwards. "And of course not - that's what I get to give you. I promise to keep the kitchen well-stocked, even if I can't cook."
She laughed, "Deal then. I cook, you grow everything I cook. Fair enough." Her expressiong grew cheeky, "So that if anything doesn't turn out, it's your fault."
"Hardly. I'm sure all of my ingredients will be of the finest quality. Just like I'm sure that you won't burn anything - everything will turn out," he said, a bit cheekily, laughing.
"That you know of. I'm not a master cook - yet." Kallisto grinned and hugged him tight, glad for his company. Running fingers through his hair, she merely watched him for a moment. Lucky. That's what she felt. Last year she spent this day alone and now... now she had someone to turn to. Gratefulness filled her eyes and she couldn't help the tears that welled up at the edges of her eyes. He was her happiness when she'd thought she'd never find it.
Yambati smiled at her, laughing a little, before he noted the growing sheen in her eyes. He tilted his head, smile falling slightly. "Is everything okay?" he asked, stroking her arm slightly, reassuringly. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No." She looked away, wiped the tears away, "No. You haven't done anything wrong at all. It's... just that last year, I was by myself on Yule. And everybody else had someone." She settled back by his side, "Now I have you."
Yambati colored, ducking his head slightly. He smiled, though, even though he was still almost-floored when Kallisto talked about how much he meant to her. He hadn't even been there last Yule... so much had happened in less than a year. He hugged her tight to him, looking back over at her with adoring eyes. "And I have you," he murmured.
Gasping, Kallisto blinked in surprise as he caught her up. Then she smiled and hugged him back, melting into the embrace. The look in his eyes made her feel all fuzzy and warm inside. "Mmhmm... and I won't be going anywhere." She said it with conviction as she snuggled against him.
"I'm glad," Yambati said, resting his head against the top of hers. "I don't know what I would do if you left."
"Be a sour puss?" She replied, grinning, "But you needn't worry. I'm right here." She wiggled closer and closed her eyes, a great big smile on her lips.
"Oh, I'll always be like that at some time or another," he commented, smile widening again. "But you certainly do help."
She laughed and prodded him in the side, "Just not too often - makes my job harder."
"Your job?" he asked, curiously. "And what might your job be?"
"To be there for you?" She blinked, confused, "If you're temperamental it makes it hard to be supportive." Kallisto nodded sagely.
"I never thought of that as a job. It's too easy to be a job," he murmured, smiling reassuringly and giving her shoulders a squeeze.
She pouted, "It's not a job.... but you know what I mean!" she nudged him again. "Don't tease so much! Or I won't make you breakfast again and you'll have to eat your own burned fare." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"I apologize, I'm not sure what's gotten into me this morning." He chuckled, settling a bit more beside her. "I'm just... very happy."
"Forgiven then." She replied, tone cheeky, "I'm glad you're happy. Mission acheived~"
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:40 am
SkieBorne Rhetoric Quest Prompt After a bit of studying it seems that Rhetoric has proven particularly interesting. How do the concepts and lessons of Rhetoric resonate with you? Which Mudra do you find most useful? Practice a Mudra of your choice. To determine whether or not you have successfully performed the mudra, you must roll 1d100 and achieve at least a 50 or higher. A roll that is less then 50 is a failure to complete the mudra but is still practice. For every failed roll, reduce the required number by 5. (So a failed attempt to make 50 means the next roll must be 45 or higher).
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