[Nexus] PACK II: The Perfectly Appropriate College for Kids!

[happyturtle]

Magic Class

"It works by magic?" Molly offers.

Decker tries to pass a note to SE23. "Want to do target practice after class?"

[billtodamax]

The teenager, looking even more scared out of his wits, opens the front door, assuming it's not locked, and steps inside. This done, he will begin looking for anyone even resembling a teacher.

He might see Johnson, whom Bill drags out of deadtime. He's carrying quite a lot of weaponry. Some would consider it intimidating. He's got a futuristic looking eyepiece covering his eye, and Bill should probably draw him one of these days, so he doesn't have to describe him this half-heartedly all the time.

Hello? He asks the teenager.

He's probably towards the upper limit on age at the school, so Johnson finds it odd that he's applying so late.

[VampireRot]

[Magic Class]

All of the answers SE23 would say have been said, so he doesn't get to answer.

He is veeery surreptitious in the note passing, which he simply writes "yes" on before passing back to Decker.

[ThirdEmperor]

He might see Johnson, whom Bill drags out of deadtime. He's carrying quite a lot of weaponry. Some would consider it intimidating. He's got a futuristic looking eyepiece covering his eye, and Bill should probably draw him one of these days, so he doesn't have to describe him this half-heartedly all the time.

Hello? He asks the teenager.

He's probably towards the upper limit on age at the school, so Johnson finds it odd that he's applying so late.

The kid jumps nearly a mile upon seeing Johnson, and promptly tries to hide behind whatevers nearest, which probably won't work.

[Reinholdt]

Vincent raises his hand.
"There's no such thing as magic."
There. It had to be said sooner or later. Hopefully it'll cause trouble, create discussion and make more posts.
*nod nod*

[billtodamax]

The kid jumps nearly a mile upon seeing Johnson, and promptly tries to hide behind whatevers nearest, which probably won't work.

'Hey, kid, calm down, I'm not gonna shoot you.' You know, probably. 'What're you here for? To enrol?'

[ThirdEmperor]

Er, um, yes. I think. I don't know! I guess I don't have any choice really, they burned down the house to make sure of that. The kid says, not leaving his hiding place.

[billtodamax]

'Sounds like some not very nice people.' Johnson says, handing him a form. 'Here, fill out this.' Can be found in the front page.

[Earl of Purple]

Headmaster's Office

Yeah, I'd forgotten about that. It'd just occured to me that the tattoo might be disturbing.

Narahar will enter the office (or whatever room he's been led to) first, and hold the door open for the secretary. Because he's a polite evil cultist.

[ThirdEmperor]

They're not "people", and they heard that. The kid says, taking the form and fiilling it out.

Name of Student: Daslan
Age of Student: 15
Type of Student: Full Boarder
Important Information: Ineed a anti-magic field around my bed.

[billtodamax]

'O....kay then.' Johnson says. He gives the form a quick look over, before frowning. Need an anti-magic field over your bed? Why? He asks.

[ThirdEmperor]

Because of them. When I sleep they like to sneak off and hurt people. You would probably be the first. The kd says, shuddering.

[billtodamax]

'Okay then. I can probably get Kampilan to authorise that then. Do you have some sort of anti-magic generator?' Johnson asks the teenager.

[ThirdEmperor]

No, otherwise I wouldn't be here. They saw a leaflet for this place and decided I should go here. That's why They burned down my house.

[Ashen Lilies]

The secretary thanks Narahar, and steps just inside, beckoning him inwards. The office is quite a plain one, pretty much what you'd expect from a headmaster's office. Kampilan, however, is not in sight: the position of the chair happens to obscure him from the doorway, hiding kra from Narahar's vision. A slight movement can be heard, including some rustling. Perhaps kra's reading some papers?
"Please sit." Says the secretary, gesturing.
A chair waits by the desk for Narahar to sit in it. The secretary has her own stool at the end of the desk closest to the door, but does not sit yet.

[Earl of Purple]

Headmaster's Office

Narahar will sit in the proffered chair and look around with his eyes, unless Kampilan is really obvious. The reason is because Narahar wishes to observe the room without being seen to observe it.

[Ashen Lilies]

Narahar may find observation hard, as what's sitting in the big chair slides into Narahar's field of vision as he moves closer to the desk. It's not Kampilan.
The secretary, identical to the one that just let Narahar in, tied up in all manner of ways, many of which Narahar might not even have known possible. She shakes slightly at the sight of him, the note on her lap, written in beautiful copperplate script, rustling slightly. She chokes on her gag, sobbing, imploring Narahar with her eyes to run, just run, as there's a madman in here to kill you.
Meanwhile, behind him, Kal slowly closes the door and locks it with soft *click*, all the while pulling the blowpipe out of the front of his blouse and putting it to his lips in one smooth, practiced motion. He gives a little puff, and a razor sharp steel dart, laced with all manner of paralytic toxins, is sen speeding towards Narahar's neck.

[Earl of Purple]

Unfortunately for Kal, since Raz used a paralysing toxin on a cleric a while ago, each cleric has been instructed to wear a magic ring that counteracts poison at all times. This means that whilst the dart does hit, Narahar also jumps up and runs towards Kal-in-disguise and try to punch him. Since Narahar left his magic sickle in his own office.

[Ashen Lilies]

Hmph. Kal should have stuck with plan A. Still, there's still a chance for him to do so, as he ducks around the punch, attempting to trip Narahar and slash him in the side with a dagger.

[Earl of Purple]

Kal is successful in both the trip and the slash. It's not very deep, so Narahar isn't visibly weakening yet. As he falls down, Narahar tries to grab hold of part of Kal's clothing; he doesn't care what, just something to get Kal to the ground too.

[Ashen Lilies]

Narahar manages to grab Kal's skirt, pulling him down. Stupid heels. However, he manages to regain his composure, and attempt to stab Narahar in the back.

[Earl of Purple]

As soon as he landed, Narahar attempted to roll to one side before getting up. Didn't quite work; he's got another knife-wound now. Narahar is a distance away, bleeding from his arm and a graze along his ribs, with his fists held in front, in a bad boxing/martial art position. His feet, however, are automatically in fighting position; without his sickle, that's the only good thing so far.

Narahar also seems to be muttering something whilst looking for something handy as a weapon or to throw.

[Ashen Lilies]

Kal too, stands, holding now two daggers.
"Come now. You're bleeding from the neck and both sides, and have only your fists with you. I am unharmed, and wielding two knives. Also you're a priest and I'm a highly trained assassin. It's not that I don't appreciate the sport you're givin me, but I've got places to be."
He throws one of the daggers at Narahar's face, then darts forward with the other one, trying to slash him as he recovers from the dodge. Or not dodge. Either way works.

There isn't much. Office equipment, mostly.

[horngeek]

Karen raises an eyebrow. "An interesting stance to take in the Nexus, Vincent. Would you like to expand on your hypothesis?"

[Earl of Purple]

Narahar manages to sort-of dodge the knife thrown at his face. He does this by doubling in size. Now Narahar has a knife lodged in his chest, but it's too small for him to use. He pulls it out anyway with one hand whilst the other picks up the chair he sat on at the beginning and uses it as a club to try and hit Kal. "The thing about priests is, they get better magic than assassins. Including healing spells." The thing about evil priests is, they get harm spells by converting other spells into them, but not healing spells.

Now, though, I must Deadtime.

[Reinholdt]

Karen raises an eyebrow. "An interesting stance to take in the Nexus, Vincent. Would you like to expand on your hypothesis?"

"Errr... what do you mean?"
How do you expand on something like that? it was pretty straightforward and self-explanatory.

But then Reinholdt's player never did well with expanding such things either.

[happyturtle]

Magic Class

Molly raises her hand. "Oooh! I know this! Daddy says that what we call magic is just science that we don't understand yet."

She looks very pleased with herself with actually knowing something. That doesn't happen often. The clockwork girl is really only good at fencing class.

[Ashen Lilies]

Poor Narahar. Healing would be infinitely more useful than Harming in this situation. Though it might not matter much, as Kal gets whacked by a chair. Though actually, have you ever tried hitting someone with a chair? It's a lot harder than you'd think. Of course, being a giant may help things a bit, but chairs were still built to be sat on, not used to whack people.
Anyway. Kal is whacked by a chair. Ow. He stumbles a slightly, leaning on the desk for support.
"No honey, I don't think the eggshell is a good color for the walls. Try ivory instead."

[Morty]

[Admiral's Office]

A messenger arrives! Carrying a letter saying:

Dear Mr. Admiral
After much difficulty we've finally managed to get your sword back. You are welcome to come and retrieve it.
With regards, Dipsnig Razortooth, Leader of Neutralist Organization, Third Class Sneak of Dragonbone Military

[Reinholdt]

[Admiral's Office]

Oh hey. Whaddya know? They finally did it. Supposedly.
The Admiral grabs his hat and cigar and heads on out to NO.