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April 6 , 2004 | |
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Trump Call...
Yosannah stares at the image of Lisle...
To the image of Lisle, Yosannah's eyes light at the sight of the Princess, "Lisle, you're all right. I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to connect, I saw you at Sawall."
The image of Lisle says, "Yes, I saw you there too. I was afraid you'd been blown to bits, but your card was alive with cold, so I thought that was a good sign." Her pause is long enough to smile faintly, "I had such a headache."
To the image of Lisle, Yosannah nods, sympathetic. "What do you suppose caused that..." she considers, "explosion?"
The image of Lisle says, "I have a few ideas. We should go back to the Academy, or something. I think it was a resonance pattern.
To the image of Lisle, Yosannah says "A what?"
The image of Lisle says, "Well, sometimes when you make things, they can have a negative effect on each other. Like waves that amplify a signal, or cancel each other out. We shall have to study the design."
To the image of Lisle, Yosannah says "I have some time, perhaps we should return tonight."
The image of Lisle says, "I have some time, too. But I should go with you, as your method of getting there is faster than mine."
To the image of Lisle, Yosannah nods, simple, and extends her hand...
Lisle arrives in jeans, her pack (picked up before she reached through the card), still swinging with forward momentum.
Lisle says, "I hope no one else was hurt." She has a bit of a French accent.
Yosannah let's the woman's hand slide from her own. She gives Lisle's backpack a glance and bites at her lip, "Well, seeing as I haven't heard otherwise from the proprietor, I would imagine all is well. I suppose we shall see soon enough. Ready?"
Lisle says, "Yes, let us go and find out then." Her eyes are vibrant with interest, and she adds, "This is a fascinating thing, what happened last time."
Yosannah cannot help but smile as she reaches out her hand once again for the woman, "Interesting. Yeah, so long as we don't do it again, I'm all for interesting."
Lisle offers her hand to Yosannah, "Exactly. But well, we are bound to do other interesting things, non?"
"Without a doubt." With that, her eyes narrow and her gaze goes distant, searching, until...
The Recreation Room - Academy Of Magic...
It would appear that this room of the Academy is used for the relaxation of instructors and students alike. It is octagonal in design - large and open, with high arched ceilings. The white marble walls are adorned with various pictures and arcane symbols. Throughout the chamber are placed small pedestals, each holding moderate artifacts of the past within their enchanted glass cases.
Positioned directly across the room from the door is a short marble-topped bar, serving a wide variety of local drinks. A few tables of differing sizes, comfortable looking chairs, and several couches lined either with velvet or satin are scattered throughout the room, adding to the overall pleasant atmosphere. A single chandelier hangs high overhead, casting its magical glow over everything constantly.
Yosannah spins once, slowly, examining the room. Her gaze falls, ultimately, to where the marble-topped bar once stood. She groans mutters, "Oh, Jesus."
Lisle lowers the backpack as they arrive. She looks at the bar and says, "Oh, it created energy." Pragmatic.
Yosannah crosses her arms over her chest and exhales, cheeks billowing. "I'd say so." After a pregnant pause she suggests, "Do you suppose it has anything to do with trying to contain the trump object I created within your object? You used Pattern energies, correct?"
Lisle says, "This is exactly what I think, Lady Yosannah. In fact, I think when you make the one with the intent of combining with the other, all kinds of bad things happen, things that I do not understand. We shall have to be careful while we create these things. Per'aps, you know, we could make twisted pairs, or twisted triads -- braids.
Yosannah nods, slowly, pensive. She lifts a hand to her lips and raps at her teeth with a finger nail, "Hnn. Maybe, sure. It's just rather strange. I've never seen the tarots react so violently with a Pattern item." Another moment and she snaps her fingers, "Perhaps we start with a base strand. Begin with a sorcerous based braid. Use that as our ground, our neutralizor, and work from there."
Lisle says, hands going to her hips, while thoughtful eyes stare at the bar, "Oui. Well, sometimes I think when you create things you must be careful as to your inent, you know? It is like if you do not intend them to work together, they will just fine, but if you try to stir that up in the mix, the objects refuse. But I like your idea. We should try with someting concrete."
"I do understand what you are saying. Let's try again then, shall we?" With that she moves to the door and slides the bolt.
"Click."
"I'll begin, then, with the base item." Yosannah moves back to the center of the room, just below the glowing chandelier. Her gaze goes upward, regarding the magically illuminated fixture with a squint, teeth biting at her lower lip, "An item to ground the others... an item of the elements... and of shadow..." She extends her fingers upward, reaching, drawing from the magics that light the chandelier.
A wind blows, its source not obvious. Lisle hair stirs, the long golden strands of flaxen silking behind her shoulders. "Oui, then I will create the pattern strand. A moment of change, to be linked, entwined," something writhes between her two hands, like an electric current connecting.
The force of the wind accelerates, whipping about the octagonal room, leaving a quiet still at the center. Leaving Yosannah in a calm. In empty space above her hand, however, a circular platinum braid materializes and hovers.
And a strand of silver, richly polished, snakes between Lisle's hands, stiffening at the last moment for her to grasp. She doesn't look tired, but alive with feeling, standing, braced against the wind, and walking toward Yosannah.
Yosannah slides her free hand into a pocket and withdraws a tarot. It clutched in her hand. Within moments it begins to crumble and charcoal dust falls through her fingers. In her palm, a third braid of platinum.
Lisle, in the wind, arrives finally to the quiet of Yosannah's side. It took her some time to traverse the windy vortex, and she doesn't seem the least bit concerned. "I should think we should bind these together forthwith, Lady Yosannah, for they are wanting to be bound. And named."
A single nod is the only indication from Yosannah that she has heard and acknowledged Lisle's words. The braid in her palm is elevated above her head. It begins to rise from her hand, joining the original, spining about one another like the helix of an atom. "Now yours, lady."
Lisle's binding of her strade to Yosannah's two is less easy-seeming, more violent, the silver strand liquid twisting, spraying sparks outward. Lisle, protecting the flaxen gold of her hair, raises an arm to protect it. "I name you," she begins, but pauses, trying this stronger, "I /name/ you..." the wind grows loud.
Scott, Loki, Ithius and Demeter enter the Lounge from the Moon Corridor.
The room is violent with a carnival vortex of wind that winds around Yosannah and Lisle like a tornado might, chairs knocked over, the tall elegant sorceresses unconcerned, but for their hair wisping now and again, for the vortex's center where they stand is a calmer pool, the only hints of wind what is entrained. Lisle's voice, so formal and pleasant, is loud now, and forceful, "I /name you/ *******!" Her voice may be distant, over the traintrack vibration of that vortex.
A flash of light reflects off the item as it hovers in the air and then there is stillness.
And silence.
The item falls to the floor,
"Diiing," and spins.
Yosannah exhales a gust of breath. It's as if she might have been holding it for eternity. Her head whips over her shoulder, noticing, now the arrival of the others.
Scott tosses a hand over his eyes. "What the hell!?" He squints through the wind to see the two figures at the center.
The wind dies into nothingness.
Demeter shelters behind Scott, letting his reaction stand for them both.
"Looks like a small party", Ithius says toward Scott, my goodness does this guy ever not make a joke.
Lisle glances down at the spinning ring -- not a ring for the finger, but concentric silver rings, the size that would fit upon the wrist or the upper arm, the long-eyed glance calculating. It is then she notices the others, too.
Loki moves forward, as Scott does. He holds a staff of metal, about six feet in length.
Yosannah kneels quickly, hand going for the item. A quick and keen eye might note the flash of a brilliant white, opaque stone.
Lisle steps between Yosannah and the others, but it is to curtsy, and elegantly, too, despite the jeans.
Lisle says, "Good afternoon."
Scott eyes Lisle and Yosannah. "I'm only going to ask once. What's going on here?" His tone is gentle, yet firm.
Lisle flashes a brilliant white smile at Scott.
Demeter jerks her chin towards Lisle. She mutters to Scott, "... Scott, do you... who..."
Yosannah's gaze slides to Lisle, perhaps waiting for the woman to reply. hen she does not, Yosannah flashes a smile of her own. And blinks.
Demeter grins at something Scott says and nods. "Just checking."
Loki just stands there, eyes trailing the room and trying to make as much mental notes as he can..
Ithius hmmms softly, "I see", he says and looks around the place dusting his hands, "So how are you today", he asks obtusely.
Scott crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm waiting."
Demeter quips, "I think they were banishing or trapping a demon. But how it got here, I dont know."
Lisle says, voice warm. "We were just experimenting."
Lisle, lazy and refined, lifts an elegantly casual shoulder as if it was nothing.
Demeter cringes. Even she knows how bad that is.
Yosannah seems about to comment to Ithius but thinks better of it when Scott interjects. "Right." She crosses her arms over her chest as well, mirroring the headmaster's posture, item clutched firmly in her fingers.
Yosannah adds, "With permission from the proprietor. Of course."
Lisle adds, "Of course."
Scott hmms. "We'll see." He waves a hand as his eyes glow green. He begins walking around the room slowly.
Loki grins, "Of course." he looks to scott.
Demeter uhms, "Isn't Scott hte proprietor?"
Yosannah slides her gaze to Lisle when Scott distracts himself with inspecting the room. She bites at her lip.
Demeter considers Yosannah and that ring she seems so careful to clutch right close.
Yosannah nods at Ithius, casual, "Yeah, hey."
Scott frowns heavily as he continues to walk around the room. His blazing gaze also inspects Yosannah and Lisle.
Scott blinks once and his eyes return to normal as his spell drops. He makes a full circle of the room and returns back to his origional position. He looks from Yo to Lisle. "I don't remeber you two enrolling as students here. Are you students?"
Ithius looks at Scott then quirks a brow, "Yo has been hanging around here for a long time.. she's part of the woodwork", he teasing .. isn't he.
Yosannah chuckles as if the mere suggestion that they are 'students' is absurd. To confrim she spats with a chuckle, "No."
Yosannah flashes Ithius a smirk.
Lisle adds, with a subtle smile, ghostly dimples showing, "Teachers."
Demeter arches a brow at that. "Right."
Loki hasn't moved, hasn't spoke. He dosn't blink, nor really breathe that deeply. However he does watch, and listen. Closely.
Scott isn't laughing. In fact, he isn't even smiling. "I've seen nothing on my desk that even remotely resembles applications for either of you to teach here. So, if you're not students and you're not teachers, then why are you here destroying my school?" He guestures outside to the hallway.
Lisle looks surprised, genuinely so. "Destroying?" Lisle? Destroying? She looks a little wounded, and shares this keen feeling with Yosannah with a glance.
Ithius rolls his eyes and thinks Scotts idea of finding out what's going on is likely to backfire, unfortunately in this case he's probably right.
Lisle says, "But perhaps there was some confusion, as to our status as teachers."
Demeter ponders, "So, which classes are you teaching?" Her smile, too, is pretty. If bordering sarcastic.
Yosannah lifts a reassuring hand in Lisle's direction. She interjects, "You're school." Her tone is casual. "Come on, Scott. You and I both know the owner." She doesn't continue - as if this explaination should be enough.
Scott says "I may not own the building, Yosannah, but this school is *my* responsiblity as are those who teach and attend here." He moves into a more casual stance. "Nothing gives either of you the right to walk in here and do as you please. I'd really like to know what's going on. And don't give me the experiment crap. I know better than that.""
Ithius says toward Yosannah, "he likes to take ownership for that which he is responsible for perhaps", he looks toward Lisle, "so.. how long have you been teaching here?"
Demeter mutters, "Forget how long. I want in the class. It has to be better than my current record.:
Lisle takes a few steps to stand beside Yosannah, two tall women. To Ithius and Demeter, "Well not long. Not at all, really, the place begged experimentation," to Scott, "We really were experimenting, Scott." She doesn't appear to be lying, at least.
Ithius hehs, "I enjoyed burning a hole through the locks at least", he actually sounds like he did.
Yosannah offers Ithius a smile and redirects her attention to Scott. "What do you think we were doing then Scott. Come on. And we take responsibility for the uh.." She glances about the room, "mess. Except the door. That's all on Ithius."
Demeter points out, helpfully (she's like that), "Well, he'd not have had to do that if you hadn't locked and barricaded the door. " (Like she doen'st know anyone who recently did hte very same thing)
Ithius shrugs at Yosannah, "doors are replaceable people aren't we were worried someone was being sacrificed in some deranged ritual or something along that fair", or likely that's what Ithius was thinking.
Scott says "That still doesn't answer the question of why *you* are *here*."
Lisle's eyes go a little distant. She has such a smile afterward though, eyes lifted to some tall, distant figure.
Yosannah offers, matter of factly, "We ... I have permission from the owner. I'm surprised you didn't know that. Then again, you are rather new to the position." Her attention drifts to Lisle, noting the distant gaze.
Loki shifts for the first time since entrance, also noting the gaze. However it is debatable if he would have, had he been doing anything other than nothing..
Lisle looks quite pleased, fine eyes smiling. She lifts her hand.
Laurent appears, grasping Lisle's hand.
Ithius grins at Yosannah, "Well It is a little suspecious Yo having locked doors and windy experiments, and the both of you being secretive about all."
Laurent arrives, holding Lisle's hand. As image turns to flesh, he bows over it, kissing it's back. "Thanks," he says to her, smile crooked and pleased.
Lisle brings Laurent through, hand in his, eyes smiling as they regard his face, then the armor. She says, "Laurent, I am so pleased to see you, and have others to introduce you to." Lisle may have forgotten the little difficulty still being debated between Scott and Yosannah.
Loki holds a staff, metal. It is in one hand as he leans on it not moving in the slightest save for his eyes. He is near the door, not speaking either. Mostly just keeping to himself and watching the world through his own shadowling perspective.
Yosannah's attention is quickly redirected at the Prince upon his arrival. She smooths out her clothes and waits to catch his eye.
Lisle goes about introducing as if this was some social event, "Laurent, Prince and Lord Marshall of Amber, I am pleased to introduce you to some of my friends, in particular the Lady Yosannah. And this is Lord Scott, and Lord Ithius, and our cousin, Lady Demeter, and I do not know the other gentleman there."
Laurent turns to the room, smile straightening a bit, a bright sunny flash of white teeth. Friendly. "A delight to meet you all." He inclines to Yosannah. "Especially you, Lady Yosannah. I gather you have been a good friend to my cousin."
Demeter notes Laurent with a steady gaze, nodding when she is introduced. "Loki," She adds. "A..friend."
Ithius bows politely toward Laurent, his eyes bounce between Yosannah and Laurent perhaps wanting to gather the dialog in his own mind.
Loki nods, not being rude but not making an extra special motion to be friendly either.
Lisle glances at Laurent's armor with a practiced eye, hunting for the strap that needed attention. She does lift her eyes when Demeter introduces Loki, so that she may smile at him.
Loki nods once again in the same general style, this time to Lisle.
Yosannah tilts her head in greating, mirroring Laurent's own gesture, "And she to me. But I do believe you and I have met before. At Gideon, some months back."
Scott simply looks at Yosannah and Lisle. His gaze is not kind. "Don't experiment in here again. Use a lab next time." He looks at Ithius. "Bar the door again and restrict access to this room until it can be repaired. Post guards if you have to. Anyone wants acess, they go through me." He looks back at the crowd of people. "Prince Laurent, welcome to the Academy of Magic...such as it is. I suggest you all find another, safer room to talk."
Laurent glances at Scott, and suddenly chuckles a bit, before turning back to Yosannah. "That's right, we did. You still get around there much?"
Ithius moves to the door, "well the lounge is out of commision for another few weeks I guess", he says as he inspects it, "new door .. three inch planking with iron straps perhaps", he muses aloud. "A second door in the hallway then a door here", he nods to himself perhaps making mental notes, or going mental with Ithius it's hard to tell.
Lisle hunts down Laurent's armor's strap and will unfasten it if he allows. She says, "And since Lord Scott wants us gone, perhaps we should all away to the Gideon club."
Yosannah glances at Scott as well, all smiles. Her attention returns to Laurent, "Yes. And the rest of you, if you'd like."
Laurent stays Lisle's hands, shaking his head a bit.
Demeter says "Too bad they took out he furniture. We could have just stayed here."