Oh shit, y'all are waiting on me. Sorry.
[Silas's Mind—The Arena]
"No."
The whirlwind seemed to freeze, a great dark spiral with spines of smoky shadow jutting out in every direction. It hung there in the air for a moment, and then the smoke and darkness shattered like a broken glass, each shard dissolving as it hit the ground. The quadrupedal alien dropped from the center of the whirlwind to alight easily on the ground, and regarded the group with dark eyes.
For the first time, it was clearly visible, not that being able to see it clearly would mean anything. The psychic nature of the place still gave everyone the ability to interpret the emotions on its face despite it bearing no resemblance to any species any of them had ever seen, but it wasn't as if any of them recognized it.
"You force my hand," it said, and another change became obvious: Its voice was no longer modulated to sound like some kind of evil demigod. It was simply the voice of a little girl, though the words were anything but childish. "So be it."
She whipped one limb outward to her left, and a bolt of something, some form of energy that didn't exist in the real world, shot out and arced to the nearest wall. The bricks—the faces—exploded as if she had hit it with a mortar.
"I'm bored of this game," she spat, "and I have enough bodies to drown this entire station in my own blood."
Another limb jerked outward to her right, and she blasted the wall on that side.
"Preserving the mind and body of one sad little boy isn't worth continuing to waste my time."
She raised four arms, leaning back to stand bipedally, and the strange energy gathered visibly between her arms.
Then—she froze. The energy continued to flicker and arc from limb to limb. She was a statue, a bizarre lamp, illuminating the arena with her dark electricity.
There was a kind of release—a sigh, through everyone's minds.
Andris reappeared, back in the guise of Ejra Demoris, just in time to feel the new presence.
To those who could distinguish such things—certainly Dom would be able to tell the difference—somebody new was present, though they had no form to display.
Silas.
"Silas," Ejra breathed.
"Guys," he said. It sounded like a chorus of him—ten or twenty or thirty voices all speaking in unison. "I... don't know all of you. I'm not sure if I know any of you. Everything's so broken up. I don't even remember what-who-where..." The voices suddenly went out of sync, uttering different words, before they returned more clearly. "...but it doesn't matter. Thanks. I, um... I'm sorry for all this. It's such a mess. And I put you all in danger. I'm sorry."
"He doesn't recognize me," Ejra said, looking down at himself. After a moment, he vanished and reappeared in a new body, an older woman with blonde hair streaked with silver, dressed in green.
"Silas," she said urgently. "Silas, it's me, Andris. We're here to help you. Just hold on."
The ground rumbled briefly; the energy arcing between the alien's limbs flashed.
"Right," Silas's voices continued, as if Andris hadn't spoken. "The bad guy. Sorry. It—She made the mistake of tearing down those walls she built to keep me under control. I'm pretty sure I'm too messed up to come back from this anyway, but at least I can do this for a few more seconds. You guys need to get out of here. Seriously. I'm sorry. I know you're trying to help me. I don't know why. Thanks, though. Whoever I was, he must have been a pretty good guy to be worth all this. But I'm not going to let him get you all hurt, or worse."
Another rumble, enough to make the footing precarious even on flat ground.
"Please go. Cut my throat, or whatever you have to do to stop her. I'm sorry. But, really... thanks."
Andris dropped to her knees, staring at the frozen alien for lack of anything else to fixate on. "He doesn't even know who I am," she murmured.
RETCON ALERT: This portion of the twins' story has been retconned out. Please ignore anything involving the twins in this post.
[Troperia—Crew Quarters]
Yachesa stamped her foot again, but Yachesen spoke up before she could alienate someone else.
"Anybody who is nice," he said. "Th-thank you very much."
[Troperia Airlock]
Oblivious to the communication going on between Russell and Amos, Whistler followed the boy, still preoccupied with the fight he had unintentionally started.
edited 12th Feb '17 12:58:29 PM by SolipSchism
the Troperia
Arboretum
Kyerine giggles and rapidly nods to Nebirs. "Kyerine and friend'll get super super big!" He seemed amused enough as he bounced a few times.He peers over to Mireille and twitches a little, contorting his shoulders a bit as his essence level drops, returning to his normal form. "Kyerine rest for now, we can do test later. Let show off lab!" The shift took only a few moments, a slight cracking noise is heard as it happens but Kyerine didn't seem to be in any pain.
Kitchen
"But they were hungwy, I couwdn't just leave em like that." Christopher justifies, as he's being leader over to the dinning area. Reaching the seats and putting the bowel up on it before pushing himself up onto the seat, kneeling atop it for a little extra height.He just infectiously smiles as he watches sleeket eat them. "I like them. They cute guws." Merrick and anyone else in the room would just feel this very warm comforting feeling, inside as the young boy happily let out a giggle.
Mess hall
Michael smiled as he played finishing up the previous song. "Hope you're enjoying it, I've got one more song to play. Not really practiced it as much but, I like it still so..." The teen checks his guitar, not that he would need it much for the next song, most of it being pre-recorded in terms of soundtrack; this would be more on his lyrics before taking a moment, sound effect still applying back tracking and adjustments as necessary he begins to play. Despite him saying it wasn't as practiced it sounded great still, basically at the same level as the other songs, lyric wise more than able to handle swapping languages mid-performance as well.At the end of which he will take a bow, his tablet behind him fading into standby mode. The end of his set, awaiting judgement of the audience.
edited 28th Dec '16 8:14:36 AM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia, Men's Restrooms:
Upon reaching the men's restrooms, Torvahk would dedicate several moments to washing off his armor, showering with his armored-spacesuit on and vigorously removing whatever amount of orange substance refused to simply wash off. After removing his helmet to rinse out the inside, Torvahk spent a little bit of time washing his face and headfeathers, both to clean off whatever sweat he accumulated and to enjoy the comfortably warm water. A few minutes later, Torvahk would finish washing off his armor as best as he could and dried it off. He was still bothered by how damaged it was, but at least that disgusting goo was off his spacesuit, not to mention that the rancid smell of ammonia and sulfur was finally gone.
With nothing better to do, Torvahk began wandering about the hallways, both to patrol the ship for any potential threats and because he had nothing better to do.
Living The Fever Dream
Everyday's great at your Junes
Alexander
Echirean Incubation
Rakiri is silent for a moment and finally gives an unwilling nod. "...Well...alright. Don't really have time to be argumentative. In that case, til next time. And you know, be careful and all that. You're an okay person, and I'd feel bad if something happened to you. Anyway..." He gives a brief wave before he turns to head off, leaving both David and the facility behind.
Assuming he isn't seen, he will make a swift retreat back to the Troperia.
Troperia
Airlock
"I might be in trouble, if that's the case." He answers back, chuckling out loud this time. He raises his left arm, and quickly reads a display screen that pops up over it, then quickly swipes it away.
Meanwhile...
Inside Amos's Mental Mainframe
Inside the pocket cyberspace of Amos's half computer brain, an avatar of him constructed of tiny bits of data, stands in the center of what looks like a three computer terminals, hundreds of holoscreens blinking in and out of existence as multitudes of data is rapidly being processed, maintained, and stored by the second. At the edges of the digiscape, a large red terminal looms in the distance, a number of cables trailing from it and connected to the computer consoles before Amos.
He holds up a hand and a corrupted sphere of rotating data forms in it. As data is siphoned from the red terminal in the distance, the parts of the sphere that are empty slowly fill themselves in, repairing it.
So much of this data is corrupted and mangled...how much was Rohan's mind screwed up when he did this to himself..." He wonders aloud, raising his other hand to start piecing together other fragments of data. "It's harder to navigate sure, and I have to commit more of my processors to do this, but...I can't stop until I find it. I know their data is here somewhere..."
Right as he places the last piece of data into what he's repairing, a loud alarm tone blares, making him quickly stagger backward.
WARNING. THREAT DETECTED. INITIATING MAINFRAME PROTECTION PROTOCOLS.
Amos looks on surprised, as a spherical barrier of blue data generates around himself and his console station. The data cables shut down, stopping the data transfer and he waits for whatever he triggered to rear its head and attack...except, nothing showed up. After about 10 minutes, the alarm stops and the barrier shimmers.
THREAT NOT FOUND. PERFORMING SELF-DIAGNOSTIC PROTOCL.
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NO THREAT DETECTED, RESUMING DATA TRANSFER.
The blue firewall lowers and the data cables power back on, resuming their job of siphoning data. Amos sighs, leaning forward at his console, looking troubled. "Nothing again...? That's the fourth false positive I've gotten while repairing this data...and again, nothing malignant is found in my systems after repeated scans..." He looks back up, seeming to be contemplating his possible course of actions he finally shrugs. "Well, nothing to do but keep pushing forward...with caution..."
With that, Amos quickly goes back to the task at hand, hoping for the best for now.
As this goes on in his head, in the real world, he gingerly places his hand to his head possibly feeling a bit fatigued.
Tor's Room
Tor chuckles at Cor's joking, responding in kind. "Funny, I did not think shades were capable of certain biological responses. I'll have to jot that down for future reference." He sits on the floor next to the fallen bed, scooping up Cor and placing him on his lap before nuzzling him affectionately. "As for making some adjustments here...I think that could be more than possible. But...that can wait." He lays back on the floor, wrapping his arms around Cor, using his larger body to support him comfortably. "I think I am presently a soft enough substitute for my bed."
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the glow of his computer screen at his desk and sees a pending notification. He makes a mental note to check it when he's finished.
Silas's Mind
A Dazzling Dream
"Uh...I don't know what's going on, but it doesn't seem good...we need to decide what were gonna do and probably do it fairly soon." He glances over at Andris, noting her reaction to Silas seemingly not even noticing her existence. "I don't think this is the best place for a breakdown. Once we get back to the ship, go for it, I'll even lend you a shoulder if you need it, but keep it together Erja...wait, that was the other person, right? Andris, then, I think."
edited 29th Dec '16 11:18:26 AM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
the Troperia
Airlock —> Amos Quarters'
Russell smirks at Amos reaction, thinking of it as a joke not the potentially serious situation that could occur given what his big brother had read.He peers to Whistler with a slight frown. "Sorry Whistler, I need to go speak with Amos in private, i'll come find you and we can do stuff later, okay?" He informed, with a clear look what he'd love to go and do everything they contemplated and joked before right now but whatever was to be discussed clearly was important in his mind.
"You alright, got a headache or something? He questions to Amos' holding of his head, as they start walking.
Russell will regardless continue with Amos deeper into the ship, back towards Amos' Quarters, casually but with a mixed expression on his face, both excited, curious, happy, and at the same time worried. A very odd mix appearing as they walk and enter into 'their' room. Russell making sure the door is closed behind them.
edited 29th Dec '16 11:37:40 AM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
Everyday's great at your Junes
Troperia
Amos's Room
"Ah, well...something like that, yeah. I'm trying to repair some data in my head and...well, it's taking a bit more of a toll than I thought. Don't worry, I'll be alright." He says reassuringly and pulls out the chair from his desk, taking a seat and letting Russell sit on the much more comfortable bed if he wants. "Anyway...what's up? What did you want to talk to me about? Are you doing okay? Did somebody do something?" He says the questions one after the other, his concern clear.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
the Troperia
Amos's room
Russell shakes his head really quickly at the end of the volley of questions, he indeed decided to put himself onto Amos' bed, comfortably sitting cross-legged looking over. "No, no nothing like that i'm fine." He smiles with a small chuckle.He takes a moment 'looking' down at his hands with a mixed look. "I got two things I wanted to talk to you about. Firstly I guess... I, I don't want to be a burden on the ship. I wanna help."
He looks up at Amos with a determined though clearly a little worried at his reaction look. "I don't wanna be 'that kid' that just tags along. Whistler offered to help set up special equipment to try and let me learn to pilot! That'd be really awesome but... but... I kinda would like to learn to help you out as well. Fixing things and doing what you do..." Russell looked almost a little embarrassed saying all of this, and clearly concerned on what Amos' thoughts would be, supportive or not.
edited 29th Dec '16 11:58:33 AM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
Everyday's great at your Junes
Troperia
Amos's Room
Amos has to take a moment to process what Russell says, even having the replay the words in his head. "Oh, wow. Russell. That's honestly really great...But you're not a burden. I don't think anyone here thinks that. And if anyone does, then I have a few things to say to them." He starts, looking serious for a moment before quickly going back to being excited. "But that aside, I'm really glad you're thinking about taking initiative like that at your age. And I'd be more than happy to teach you what I do. People don't usually need me for much, so I'm glad to share my knowlegde!"
He grins from ear to ear, and then chuckles a bit in embarrassment. "Hah, I'm going a bit overboard, aren't I? Sorry about that."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
the Troperia
Amos's room
Russell shakes his head again with a very relieved look, reaching over, grabbing and throwing a pillow at Amos. "No, no. I asked didn't I? Don't apologize!" He gives a small laugh."I wanna prove i'm just as good as anyone, I can do whatever I want to and I can be just as much of a help!" His determinism suddenly slows as he pauses, frowning slightly as he seems to go into some deeper thoughts.
"...Zevai did get all mad if you remember, all about me having no idea how to do anything aboard a spaceship... She was right... Main reason I wanted to come was just 'cause my parents left me at Lyca, left me there so I could get treated, and so they could keep traveling the stars... I just wanted to know why. I wanna travel the stars, wondering what's it's like and what I'd been missing..." Looking a little sad to himself, thinking about it. Rambling a bit, perhaps needing to be snapped out of it.
edited 29th Dec '16 12:34:10 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
[Troperia Airlock—>Corridor]
Whistler's heads came up in surprise, oblivious to the conversation that had been going on in private. His heads dipped back down, disappointed, but a few of them nodded.
"Oh. Uh, sure. Just let me know when you're, uh, done."
When the boy went his own way, Whistler headed down the corridors. He didn't really have a destination in mind.
"Yo, Whistler," Godsgift called over a speaker in the corridor nearby. "You're back! You've missed a bit. Silas is dead."
Whistler stopped all at once. "What?"
"Well, I mean, probably. Soonish. But it's okay because I have a backup of him."
"You what?"
"I'll explain everything, but you should go grab the collar from the VR room so we can talk more privately. Silas is in the Medbay at the moment if you want to head up there. Andris is here too."
"Andris? His old Prime girlfriend?"
"His old genderfluidpersonfriend, yeah. Go on, hurry up!"
[Silas's Mind—The Arena]
Andris blinked, and her image flickered in and out of focus as she wavered between vis true identity, invisible in this place, and the role she had slipped into to try to get Silas to recognize her. At the moment, she was Syro Midas, the persona she had been using when she'd met Silas.
"Andris will do," she said calmly, and got back to her feet. She closed her eyes, flickered again, and then shifted to an appearance that matched vis true body. Apparently ve was beginning to form enough of a self-image of vis true self to maintain a solid form in this place; earlier, ve had been invisible unless ve slipped into a character role.
"You're right, of course. And..." Ve lowered vis eyes to the ground, looked at vis hands. "...and I think Silas is right, too. If we're able to salvage anything of him at this point, it... I don't believe it'll really be him anymore."
Ve looked over to Dominic. "But you're the expert in these matters. I'll defer to your judgment, Dominic. Greg is right. We need to make a decision fast."
As if to underscore vis words, the ground rumbled again, and the alien shuddered, but remained frozen, the alien energy between her limbs flaring and growing as Silas's efforts to restrain her began to falter.
edited 29th Dec '16 1:25:42 PM by SolipSchism
edited 29th Dec '16 3:45:39 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
the Troperia
Second deck - Hallway
Matthew can be found wandering the decks halls, his eyes closed, entranced, he wasn't consciously doing anything. His body just walked, with this slow, disjointed, but still coordinated gate. His hoodie falling down on his right side, the white shirt covering his shoulder revealed. Upon his back his pair of scabbards.Within his hands drawn, flicking rapidly was his pair of flaming plasma swords Rin and Ren. The flame is unstable, sometimes small sometimes launching nearly tall enough to burn the once-murderous teen's cheek.
Silas's Mind
"...use- my power i-if you need two." Matthew even while seemingly very unstable seems to let out as a possibility to Dominic though it wasn't Blank!Matt of the real world but Normal!Matt clearly speaking, even if it was broken and disjointed that would be clear to anyone familiar with either version.The mosnterous teen's crumbling was was holding his head, looking confused and disorientated. His own damaged psyche struggling under this places broken influence.
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The prime... the prime cause of his death was my choice.... inability to calculate detonation vector decreased survival by 2.221%... inability to calculate asteroid speed decreased survival by 0.021%... inability to calculate escape velocity of the ship decreased chance by 0.107%... The largest cause was my selfishness... preserve human lives at all costs, cost of machine intelligence should not be a variable... Your breached established orders... your actions, my... actions..edited 29th Dec '16 4:41:04 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
The ships Airlock
Robin waits for a overly long period of time awaiting a response, for one of the pair to take his hand; after receiving no response he pulls it back narrowing his gaze slightly yet he relinquishes. His expression one of disappointment as he turns.He walks towards the commanding pair once again, only nodding to the newcomers, a subtle hand wipes across his fringe and forehead casually, perhaps drawing attention to his circlet.
"Would it be possible that one of you two, do please guide me to wherever I would be allowed to make my living space. I feel that I require some time to rest and reflect on today’s events, further tours or exploration of this vessel can occur at a later time. If that would be acceptable."
He requests openly in a calm and polite tone.
edited 29th Dec '16 5:59:17 PM by TheChaosThrone
"We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all the power we need inside ourselves already. We have the power to imagine better."
Troperia
Airlock
Peter looks back at Robin, Kimiko, Sarai and Chris. "Well, I guess that settles it. We'll get you to your rooms, then." He ushers them to follow him to the hallways.
"I suppose I'll join Mitch." Izzie says before walking in another direction.
Val follows on Godsgift and Whistler's conversation, making a Double Take when mentions having an AI copy of Silas. "Well, that sounds rather convenient. I could probably help with that." He goes to the medbay with Whistler.
Medbay
"I'm here." Val enters with a brisk pace. "What's happening?"
"There's a virus of some sort trying to take over Silas' mind. I'm afraid he's sustained too much damage."
"Perhaps we can help. Apparently Godsgift has a copy of Silas' brain and personality."
"...That sounds rather convenient. Regardless, I'll take whatever good news I can get. Are you joining me?"
"I will." Val looks up to talk to Godsgift through the intercom. "Where's the database where you have the data? I can take Silas there, and then I can try uploading it."
"Matthew's gone elsewhere too. I'd look for him, but it's taking most of my concentration to keep the connection."
"I'll help." Val puts his hands over Silas along with Dominic, greatly strengthening his efforts to stabilize his mind. He also telepathically scans for Matthew around the ship.
Silas' Mind - The Arena
Val quickly materializes inside the mindscape, and sprints to where the others are. "Who's that?" He asks Dominic, looking at Matthew in his mental form.
"Matthew. Are you alright?" Dominic asks. Then, he addresses the others. "We have a plan."
"Godsgift has a backup of Silas, stored in a database. Perhaps we can upload that into his physical body. In the meantime, we'll have to keep him in an artificial coma. Hopefully that will also stop the virus from causing any more damage."
Crew Quarters
Izzie meets Mitch on the way to visiting the twins. "So how'd you get them to worship you?" She teases and playfully elbows him.
Mitch scratches the back of his furry head, flustered. "Well, I just talked about some math with the boy. Basic calculus."
"Sure, because doing three variables in less than two minutes is 'basic'." Mitch just shyly chuckles it off as he knocks on their door, still in his beastly form.
edited 29th Dec '16 11:29:10 PM by AqueousBunnies
Silas's Mind
"I- I don't know. Just-just fix- Silias." he responds. Despite being physically far away both Val and Dominic would feel this huge rush, of energy from the psychic version of Matt loaned to them both despite the physical distance. It wasn't so much that Matthew's connection was dying, it seem more than strong enough it was something wrong with Matt himself causing his form to break apart.Second deck - Hallway
Val would detect Matthew wandering the hallways, outputting a unstable, changing amount of psionic energy making him easy to detect like a strobe light in the dark. It seems Matthew's body was reinforcing his own telepathic bond to the mentalscape over the long distance, really by itself even with just minimum aid by Dominic.edited 30th Dec '16 2:10:03 AM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
The Flamebringer
Blergh, could have sworn I posted. Guess not. In other news, yay, centuries of cultural divergence as cover for my dropping the ball!
Following Peter
He nods with a thankful smile towards Peter."Many thanks. We will speak to your Captain after our rest about the payment I promised I would give in return for this passage and board."
Soon after following along with a matching but refined gate; posture and straight shoulders back. His gaze was affixed ahead, not wandering to the pair beside him whom moments previous ignored both his words, and his gesture of cooperation.
edited 30th Dec '16 5:42:30 AM by TheChaosThrone
"We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all the power we need inside ourselves already. We have the power to imagine better."
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Hallway:
Torvahk would continue his patrol until he encountered Matthew. To him, the young human male looked like he was sleepwalking which was odd, but not unheard of for his own kind to do in Torvahk's mind. The only thing that set him on alert was the fact that he was walking with unstable plasma swords that could pose a potential fire risk of they caught onto any flammable materials. Also wasn't this the same human that was causing problems when Torvahk first set foot aboard the Troperia, with this particular human being responsible for trashing the Training Room that Torvahk and Dominic had to fix up later?
"Human, you! Doing what are you?!" Torvahk demanded to know, currently unarmed but prepared to draw his newfound machine gun if necessary.
Living The Fever Dream
Second deck - Hallway
Matthew turned around in the same staggered gate head slouching to the side to face towards Torvahk, his eyes closed, head dropped seemingly completely out in his sleepwalking and its a wonder he hadn't walked into something yet. (If it wasn't for the fact he was sensing his way via Telepathy)The teen then begins to walk towards Torvohk slowly, staggered, the blades held in the same way as before at his side. Not like he was about to attack just held in grip.
edited 30th Dec '16 8:59:06 AM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Hallway:
Torvahk was perplexed by the teen's reaction, reaching for his rifle but not quite aiming it at Matthew yet. Even though he knew very little of this human, Torvahk could easily identify him as a crew member of the ship. As a result, lethality would not be a valid response. Instead, Torvahk firmly requested, "Question mine, answer you will! Doing what are you?!"
Living The Fever Dream
Second deck - Hallway
Matthew continued to wander closer, and closer towards towards Torvohk, stopping maybe only a meter in front, blades having swapped to a reverse grip pointing away from Torvohk.He just stands there, tears running down his face.
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Hallway:
As Matthew continued closing the distance between him and Torvahk, the latter would raise his machine gun and aim it at the former's face even though the weapon currently had the safety on. Upon noticing that Matthew as crying, Torvahk lowered his weapon and began considering another, less violent way of dealing with the situation.
"Pain here nobody wants. Drop weapon yours, and weapon mine put away will be. Room yours or somewhere safe, find we will." Torvahk suggested, trying to be reasonable but coming across more as an officer dealing with a drunk.
edited 30th Dec '16 9:37:05 AM by ParadoxialStratagem
Living The Fever Dream
Second deck - Hallway
Matthew pauses as the words are spoken, his head moves slightly a slight twitch on his face. The plasma on the blades begins to stabilize and starts dying down, the flames turning orange then red, the ambient heat they're letting out starts to die down.The flames eventually extinguish completely the teen standing before Torvohk blades still drawn but the flames had stopped, the tears still dripping occasionally from his face.
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Hallway:
Torvahk was conveniently surprised that things turned out as well as they had, at least for now anyway. He then offered a talon-hand to the teen before saying, "Way ours, lead I will. Me you will follow please." If Matthew accepted, Torvahk would give Matthew a shoulder to lean on and guide the young teen to the library, assuming he wouldn't run into anyone else along the way.
Living The Fever Dream
Troperia, Mess Hall
Michael would see that Sha'Koro's face (as far as one could see) was looking like he was quite happy about the music while Aicha clapped with a smile although stopped as Michael went for the next song. Both were watching curiously as he prepared himself.
Troperia, Arboretum
Mireille giggled as she ate up the last bit of her meal "Sure." She looked to Kyerine "What would you rather do first? Your tests or help me show Nebris the lab?" She gave another warm smile as she waited for Kyerine's decision.
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"