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| Teslyn | Apr 18 2009, 07:45 AM Post #31 |
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Meliil nodded, fear abated, and straightened. Her demeanor changed again - hesitant and nervous before, there was now a sort of... lighter air about her. Cheerful, more confident. "I'll keep him - it - then." The Fyora, hearing her words, perked up, its head going from the almost comically drooping to alert and happy. She couldn't help but laugh at it because it was so ... so adorable, and it was her companion, now. The laugh was quick to turn to a cough, but it was short and while the Fyora held out an arm, concerned again, there was really no need. When she could speak easily scant seconds later, she refrained from answering Wintou's question for a moment to inquire, "Do you need any help, Zeth?" There was no stuttering, or shyness even- just concern and the willingness to help though Gyl seemed to be (somewhat desperately) taking care of the situation and after drinking a pod identical to the one he had tossed to Bayle, Zeth himself seemed quite fine. His answer would probably be no, and then she would accept Wintou's invitation and explore with them for as long as she could. Edited by Teslyn, Apr 18 2009, 07:47 AM.
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| Dark Jack | Apr 18 2009, 08:04 AM Post #32 |
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The Phantom Poster
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"No thank you, I am fine," Zeth replied to Meliil with a smile at her concern. It was not the first time he had been attacked by a rogue, and probably not the last time either, and it was certainly not his first failed Shaping lesson. Inexperienced Shapers made a habit of accidentially Shaping rogues, or making their Creations into horrid mutants. The worst that had come to pass in Zeth's classes so far had been when an apprentice had tried to impress his classmates by Shaping a Dryak, since the apprentice had found the old research notes when sneaking into the experimental part of the facility. It had been a disaster... the apprentice had been unable to control such a fiercely willstrong and highly intelligent Creation, and the Dryak had simply killed its maker for trying to tell it what to do. Another apprentice had died, four had been injured, either with bite- and clawmarks or severe burns from the reptile's firebreath. Zeth had only barely survived it himself, because he had Shaped a couple of Battle Alphas to protect him. The Dryak had been killed eventually, by Raul's blade, but it had meant that several additional Pylons had been raised near the research wing of the Academy, and numerous Turrets had been planted near the experimental area. "I think I will get some rest, though," Zeth added, "My nerves are quite strained after that little event. If you need me, I will be in my quarters..." With that, Zeth turned and left the Shaping Hall to head for his room. |
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| Silvermourn | Apr 18 2009, 08:45 PM Post #33 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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Standing shakily by the desk he had earlier knocked over Bayle busied himself picking up the various books he had scatter around while attempting to regain his balance and comfort. After a few moments despite the heavy feeling of weakness and the lessening pain in his head he felt he was nearly as back to normal as he would get until he had a heavy nights sleep. So when Zeth spoke his name he straightened up smartly and caused a bolt of pain to shoot through his head. Despite the pain and one hand supporting him on the table he managed to catch the offered pod in the crook of his arm without dropping or breaking it. Taking a deep pull from the thing he felt the essence quench his thirst for the power. How he could drink from the pods without having to fight the essence he wasn't sure, but unlike healing it was one of the normal Shaper functions for recovery he could actually use. As he felt himself restored he realized that as usual it hadn't relieved the pain in his head or the dizziness that was prone to assaulting him after a failure while controlling his essence. It had always had similar effects on him, and while his shaping was said to be exceptional they told him that the way he fought his essence could quickly be the death of him. And yet he didn't believe them, somehow he was certain that the only thing that had kept him alive so long was the near constant battle with his essence. As he recorked the pod he set it lightly on the desk and stepped away from it, allowing himself to completely stand on his own two feet and waiting for the others to get ready to move out into the town. He was contemplating buying a cane, at least then he would have an excuse to lean on the thing when he was going through those dizzy spells. |
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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| Oracle | Apr 26 2009, 09:20 PM Post #34 |
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Head of Diplomatic Affairs
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Bayle was looking much better after having some of the pod drink, and Zeth seemed to want some privacy. Though a part of her felt concerned enough to stay and talk with him. He seemed more troubled by the days events than he let on. "My pardon Bayle, I am Wintou, and it is understandable to have trouble remembering names when such occurrences are going on as have happened today. Think nothing of the robe. I can well afford a new one. My village my have been isolated but our produce was lucrative. I am not lacking for funds. What I do need though are a few good friends, and for some reason I prefer to acquaint myself with more, shall we say 'unique' individuals? I like your style. Even though it was rather bold to create something other than the required Fyora." As she shuffled him out of the room she queried further, "I wish I had tried to form one from my own essence. I was afraid to try. Though I can heal very easily. What does it feel like to draw on your own essence?" Turning to Meliil, "I'm glad you decided to keep your Fyora. I was afraid Zeth would make me undo mine and I couldn't bear to watch the life sucked out of it." |
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| Silvermourn | Apr 29 2009, 12:18 PM Post #35 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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As he walked out of the room with one who was apparently to be his new friend he almost laughed out loud. This Wintou found herself drawn to more unique individuals did she? As they walked along he listened to her speak and wondered about her village only momentarily. He dropped the thoughts after only a short minute or so, they were Shapers now, where they had come from wasn't truly important, humble backgrounds or noble ones they were now the elite. As he thought about the Fyora he had originally created he almost felt that touch of anger again but allowed it to fade. He had first created a creature that was not what he was supposed to create, and then he had shaped a creature exactly as he'd been told. Only to cause a great mess when he destroyed it because his ability to control his own essence seemed to be a war only he was forced to fight. Others didn't feel the strange sickness when they attempted to wield their essence, but for some reason he did. As she posed the question about feeling he felt strange wonder that she had so oddly commented on the exact topic of his brief train of thought. " I do not think Wintou that I am the one to tell you that. I would be glad to work with you again sometime, and I might even be able to help you when the time comes for you to shape something from your own essence. But what one person feels when they wield their own essence is not what I feel. I fight with myself and every moment up until the one when I draw myself forth and begin to shape is sheer agony. And as I fight the nausea and the dizziness it becomes more and more difficult to begin, and when I finally begin to shape I'm filled with only a moment of euphoria before I must either break away or shape again. While my essence is strong and my ability to shape as my teachers have told me above average, it is more difficult and unpleasant for me by far than it is other people." If he was going to be forced to purchase robes he would have to have the things tailored to some degree. Shapers did not just wear any old robes draped about themselves, there was everything from a special fit to a special length that must be seen to, as it was the way of the Shaper to conform. Even while they would force him to wear the robes he would continue to wear his cloak, because there was nothing that said he could not wear both and in his classes he could remove the cloak to appease his teachers. |
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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| Dark Jack | Apr 30 2009, 04:00 AM Post #36 |
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Stepping into the teacher's quarters, Zeth kept rubbing his head where it had hit the ground, because while it seemed that Wintou had healed it quite well, it was still rather sore from the impact. And on top of that, the edge of his hood had gotten a little torn when the Thadd had attacked him, and if there was something intolerable to Zeth, it was that his clothing was any less than perfect. It was part of maintaining the Shaper-aura of authority, after all, to give an impression of utter perfection, power and a stable mind. He would see if he could get one of the tailors down in Graymarsh to fix it, and until then he would have to wear his reserve... His trivial trail of thoughts was cut off as he realized that Raul and Ferai, the two other teachers in the Academy, were already there, and that they were both watching him curiously, Ferai dressed in her light suit of bleached leather and wearing her brown cloak, while her blond hair framed her face, the perfection of her appearance only disturbed by the few strands of white hair, and Raul as always equipped with heavy armor of metal scales that reflected the blue glow of the crystal that lit the room. He was also wearing a scarlet tabard over his armor, with the Shaper-emblem on it, and had his claymore in its straps on his back. Zeth always felt kind of awkward in the presence of the other teachers, since they were both so much older than him - Raul at least a decade and Ferai almost thirty years older. They were both much more experienced than Zeth, and it was strange for him to try to consider them equals when his insticts told him that they were superior to him. Ferai was the best of them, without a doubt - she had even been nominated for a seat in the Shaper Council four times, but whenever Zeth or Raul brought that up, Ferai always just frowned or shrugged, claiming that being nominated meant nothing when she was not picked for the seat in the end. "I take it you already heard what happened in class today," Zeth commented on their intense, examining looks, "I'm fine, if that is your concern, and the apprentices are as well. The rogue was destroyed and no one were hurt." "We know," Ferai nodded, picking up a small cup and sipping from the steaming tea in it, "We have confidence in your abilities, Zeth. Any Full Shaper that can't even handle a single rogue doesn't deserve to be a Full Shaper - and I think you deserve your title." "Thanks for the praises, but it wasn't me that dealt with it," Zeth pointed out, sitting down at the same table as the Agent and the Guardian sat by, pouring himself a cup of the tea Ferai had brewed, "We have some very promising apprentices this year, I'll tell you that. Wintou, Meliil and Bayle. You should probably keep an eye on Bayle, though... especially you, Ferai." "I will remember that," the woman nodded, "The Order can always use more skilled Shapers, after all." "Bayle," Raul repeated the name thoughtfully, putting down his large metal mug on the table after having taken a long draw of the liquid within - one Zeth could not seem to identify, but judging the smell and the Raul's blurry eyes, he thought it was some kind of strong beverage. "Bayle... isn't that the guy who got transferred here? The one who almost made it to be a Full Shaper, but was degraded?" Zeth confirmed. "Heh, I can't wait until I get to train that guy! They say he's very powerful." "He is," Zeth nodded, "But he needs to practice controlling his Essence. And he seems to have a certain... reluctance to abide rules." "I'll make sure to knock that kind of rebelliousness right out of that nugget of his!" Raul laughed, "Give me two days, and he'll be crawling around on all four like a dog!" "Speaking of obedience," Zeth intentedly changed the subject, since he had never been much of a fan of violence, especially against their own pupils, "Have you noticed that Gyl has been acting strange lately? He almost seemed unhappy when I told him to clean the Shaping Hall. I think he might be going rogue..." Which was certainly a bad thing. That a simple Creation such as a Fyora or a Thadd went rogue was an easy matter to correct, although they became increasingly violent. But such an intelligent Creation as a Servile was serious business when they went rogue. They did not just go insane and try to kill and devour everything near them, like the simpler Creations, but could actually make rational decisions, such as pretending to still be obedient until a chance of escape presented itself to them. That was also the reason that one had to keep an especially close eye on Serviles. That they became independant and ran away was bad, but if they even came to hate the Shapers, as some of them did, they could use their role as trusted workers to sabotage Shaper-activities. "Gyl?" Ferai raised an eyebrow, "That old Servile? Who cares. If you think there is something wrong with it, just destroy it and Shape a new one." Ferai paused, clearly noticing that Zeth flinched when she mentioned destroying the Servile. "What is wrong? Oh, right, Gyl was your first Servile, wasn't he? How old is he now, four years?" "Five years and two months," Zeth corrected her, instantly realizing his mistake when she furrowed her brow. It was very unusual for a Shaper to care enough for his Creations to keep track of when they were Shaped. "No biggie," Raul grunted, once again busy with downing whatever beverage he had in his mug. He seemed quite oblivious to what was going on around him. "If the Servile is acting up, I'll just take out my whip and 'inspire' the little guy to be obedient. And if it doesn't work, I'll just kill it." Eager to get away before Ferai could question him further, Zeth left his half-full (or was it half-empty?) cup of tea and stood up. "I'm exhausted," he informed them bluntly, "I think I will go take a nap..." "Before you go," Ferai stopped him before he could go anywhere, "Some villagers reported that they had seen a large pack of rogue Creations at the south side of the town, near the forest edge." "I'll make a couple of Battle Alphas to help the guards get rid of them," Zeth shrugged. That rogue Creations gathered was not unusual, since while they were all Shaped to be infertile, they still had mating-insticts and would therefore build nests and choose mates, and sometimes even live in packs. It was actually an advantage when they did that... they became less aggressive and less likely to attack the town or random bypassers, but the problem was when they chose an important spot to nest - Creations were very protective about their nests, and would go to extraordinary lengths to keep humans from it. "That's not it," Ferai shook her head, "Zeth, they are not nesting, they are organizing. Fyoras, Thadds, Clawbugs, Artilas, Roamers... all kinds of Creations gathering in one place, and the villagers said they saw hundreds of them, and counting the usual exaggeration from commoners, there probably are around fifty. But still..." She looked nervously at him. "They said that the Creations looked like they were waiting for something. I have a bad feeling about this..." "You're just being paranoid," Zeth chuckled, "Once I've rested a little, the three of us will go with the guards and wipe the little critters out. They're just rogues, after all." Finally Zeth was allowed to leave, but as he headed to his room to get some rest, an uncomfortable thought hit him... what if they really were organizing? Of course it was unthinkable, since Creations were too simple and downright stupid to do something that required such degrees of intelligence, but what if they were? What were they waiting for, then? He really hoped that he was right, and Ferai was just paranoid... Edited by Dark Jack, May 1 2009, 04:23 AM.
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| Silvermourn | Jun 8 2009, 04:11 PM Post #37 |
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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