In reply to Wolf (msg # 10):

"That is an insult to seawater...," quips the pretty caramel skinned Pirate Princess in her corset and skirts. Even as Wolf looms up behind her, nearly two full feet taller than her, she locks eyes with Emeric and subtly lays her hands on the implements hanging from either side of her belt.  Her fingers lightly stroke the grip of the large black powder pistol and the hilt of the sword.

"...but please Dawn enlighten us as to what lands we should avoid with him in charge."






OOC:
Roll: Intimidate 26 + any conditional mods vs Emeric's Will Save.

In reply to AJ Rourke (msg # 11):

Drizz could smell the Rabbit on the big Dog...and was Sad he had not found the poor lost tasty creature first. It had been an awful long time since his last meal. Perhaps he should duck out and find the larders to raid or maybe the rest of this Animal Empathy Buffet the new noble girl was talking about.

Then again if the class was all about pampering animals, maybe it would be a good place to get all the attention he could stand? Oh the choices in a cat's life...oh hello Sun Spot!

Drizz meanders over then to a spot of sun lancing in at an angle from a window and proceeds to curl up and lazily watch the itty bitty pretty one flutter around. It could be partly from hunger, or something else. Who knew the inscrutable minds of cats!
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With fluttering wings nothing but a blur, Nyxia circles Drizz briefly before flying even higher.  She glances down at the cat, then drifts aside to land upon the sill of the window.  She peers down once more at Drizz, judging distances and how quickly she could react if his mercurial nature became even more so.

At rest, her wings slow and then finally come to rest.

Dawn looked over her shoulder at the boys then back at Gi with a blank expression. "They didn't tell you...." she said in a small voice. "One of the conditions of your parole from the island was relinquishing of titles. I... thought you would know. Emeric is taking your title...." Dawn looked deeply sorry, looking around at the others with only a wary glance for Eva.

Emeric seemed to completely ignore AJ until a girlish squeal from Aeric alerted him. She looked over and shrieked as well, falling backwards out of his chair. His flunkie, despite being blubbering, helped him up. "Laugh now! You won't be laughing later!" Emeric shouted as they hurried out past Dawn.

"He really reminds you someone I know..." Eva says drily as her eyes drift to Henrik

In reply to Her Majesty (msg # 14):

"Well, he is quite the princess and I'm sure he'll make a fine queen one day," Gisela states, as if actually giving it thought.  "Don't worry, Dawn.  I expected to have to fight for my title.  What I don't understand is what ties he has to Kintore, and how he bypassed the legitimate ascension laws of six or seven legitimate heirs, my contention aside."

In reply to Gisela O'Cuinn (msg # 15):

Aj wasn't laughing at all. The revelation that that little twerp had stolen Gi's rightful titles had wiped the humor right out of her. There was a look in her eyes her best friend might recognize as her hand curled all the way around the butt of her pistol.

"Hey Gi, me thinks maybe I could send our old friend Sykes someone to keep him company. You remember him right...the one with the mean dogs and the hungry fish."

She could hit him from here, so easily....

Dawn shifted in uncomfortable manner, "It's...maybe not my place to say." She had a very apologetic expression, looking at everyone in turn. "It's not everyone's choice. But not much around here is these days. Not everyone wanted to end the banishment and a lot of bargains have been made to make things happen according to the prophecy."

In reply to Her Majesty (msg # 17):

"So we won't like the answer.  Or, at least, I won't.  Very pointed requirements, as most placed on the island had no title, and most that did had it revoked before being sent."  She glances at her partner in crime thoughtfully.  "I think I shall be spending time in the library once we've received our schedules.  I appreciate the little assistance you've offered, Dawn."

In reply to Gisela O'Cuinn (msg # 18):

AJ quirks a well defined eyebrow cut through by a thin scar from some past escapade.

"So that's a 'Save the lead for yourself AJ'. Got it...," She snorts in a clearly unhappy but reluctantly agreeing tone. At least she takes her hand off the pistol and lets the moment pass as her target manages to get out of sight.
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In reply to AJ Rourke (msg # 19):

Drizz watches the pixie girl languidly until she looks away again to follow the conversation...and then he slinks a little closer. He could make the sill with ease. Hell he was so big he could probably reach it just by standing up on his back legs.

He wasn't even sure what he wanted to do with the pretty thing. Probably just lick it...it could taste good. He was hungry but was he hungry for something as spicy as Nyxia would be?

tick

Jack stared at the second hand.  It snapped into place, quivering for an instant, before the mechanism of the watch swung back again, gathering energy from the carefully coiled springs.

tock

His eyes narrowed as he glared at the watch's face, the unquiet torment and unease of the moment seeming to drag on for an eternity.  Could they not keep their heads and voices down for an hour?  For a minute, before lashing in every direction, at every person?

tick

He leaned one elbow on the table, as the welcoming committee arrived.  He couldn't help but roll his eyes at their toothless antics and posturing.  A lifetime of enduring Quinten and his household's naked savagery, it seemed almost quaint.  But the ire it evoked from the others churned in his gut.  He glanced back at the watch, wishing the moment would pass.

tock...tick...tock...tick tock ticktockticktock

A sudden sense of vertigo brought his hand down to practically slap on the table, gripping the edge.  He glanced around, wide-eyed and alert, taking in a quiet gasp through his nostrils, as everyone seemed to have reorganize themselves halfway around the room in the blink of an eye.  His gaze darted nervously, but no one else seemed to notice anything wrong.

Consciously, he pried his fingers away from the table, stealing a glance at his watch before he tucked it back into his pocket.  The day had beaten and battered his sensibilities, and it felt like it had gone on for years.  He could not wait for it to be over.
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"Nervous?" Eva said towards Jack, arms folded across her chest and a crooked grin. "I'd be. I think Wolf's pet just ate the last rabbit. You're probably next..."

Dawn glanced over at Wolf and Sulf'r with a terrified look. "I have to be going now," she squeaked as she rushed out if the dining hall nearly crashing headlong into Blaise Sanderson.

Blaise looks around at the VKs with an unreadable expression. "Something's come up. Headmistress is in a meeting. I'll show you to your dormitories. Are there any questions?"
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His eye flicked towards Eva for a second, his jaw partly opening, hesitating, and then closing again.  Of course no one else had noticed.  If they had, they'd be up in arms.  No uncertain anomaly passed their notice without some threat of violence.

And, for all his composure, his tightly controlled manner, and his unwillingness to acknowledge a single common thread with Quentin, he did share his reaction to a cheap shot - reflexively punching higher.  "Oh no, an insult and a veiled threat to my physiology.  Whatever shall I do?  At least it's not directed at my conscious life choices - like wearing a dress that looks like it was picked out and subsequently eaten and vomited up by her cat."

A gloved hand rubbed over his neck, as if rubbing out some unseen stiffness.  "Private quarters, I hope," he murmured, almost under his breath, pushing himself to his feet.  It felt about how the day should have ended, with flaccid uncertainty, but he did not have the energy to muster for genuine paranoia.

In reply to Jack White (msg # 23):

Gisela watches Dawn scamper off with a look to Eva, one that clearly asked if that was necessary.  "Scaring off the few not trying to bully us into behavior might not be the wisest.  I do have a couple questions, however," Gisela continues.  "One, what is the prophecy we are meant to fulfill?  Second, where may I find a copy of the decree trying to renounce my title and give Snow power over Kintore?  Third, where is the library?"

Blaise cracked a slight look of amusement at the rabbit. "I'd avoid crossing her, master Jack. Or eating any produce she offers you."

Eva retaliated by showing him the appropriate finger. "Charming," he replies drily.

"Two to a room, unfortunately. Privacy is lovely but headmistress finds that dual occupancy lends itself to accountability. Whereas if one person is out after curfew, BOTH receive punishment." He explains it quite firmly as though this is a non negotiable, though he does seem to show a hint of distaste for the rule.

He raises an eyebrow at Gisella. "Need to know basis. Probably in the archives. Down the hall to the left," he says, succinctly answering each question.

In reply to Blaise Sanderson (msg # 25):

"Mmm, I need to know.  Is the archives within the library or elsewhere?"  She gives an apologetic look to AJ, as she knows that the other absolutely hates the library or books in general that do not have to do with sea faring or the like.  She has research to do though, if she is to fight the insanity that they've presented.

He rubbed the long bridge of his nose and his foreheaad, two fingers trying to sooth a vast sinus headache.  "Wonderful."  He was glad that the ire had been redirected, but a the roulette wheel started spinning in his head, and he didn't want to put his chips on any of the numbers on the table...

For a moment, he considered trying to pull back Gisela's ambitions for her first day ashore, but reconsidered.  Given the unexpected savagery of their welcome, and the insistence on some sort of formal reception as early as the next morning, her opportunity to fight her battle might have a vanishingly tiny window of opportunity.

His arms folded, cane tucked in his elbow as he scanned the room, taking note of who was there (and who wasn't) just knowing he was going to catch hell for something that was already underway.

In reply to Jack White (msg # 27):

The recent totally false vision, that clearly had resulted from temporary insanity, had made prophecy a touchy subject just then and AJ shied away from it.

Instead the Pirate Princess addressed the really serious issue presented to them by immediately reaching out to grab Gi's arm, "I claim Gi as my roomy! I mean we already practically lived together on the island right?"

She looks to her friend to make sure she didn't want to like maybe find a new person now that they were on the mainland... AJ was suddenly sorta insecure about the whole potential abandonment even with only like a half second to wait on the answer.

As for the books, bleh gag her with a mackerel, she had done more aggravating things for her bestie. The whole Dawn thing though just barely even registered as that kind of petty stuff was common place on the island and not really her problem. Sulf'r was a good puppy who deserved some ear scratches and that was all.

In reply to AJ Rourke (msg # 28):

Gisela gives a curious look at her usually-unshakeable friend.  She had known that whatever happened had shaken her, but had no good time to stop and talk to her about it.  But she would make time as soon as she could.  The uncertainty in her expression as to whether Gi would want to room with her, though, is a bit of a surprise.

"Stuck with me," she says, with a smile.

(Just an OOC to let you know I'll move us this weekend. I have a few prospective players I'm talking to.)

Sorry for the holdup guys. I was going through some personal stuff but I got sense knocked into me lol.

(Room arrangements are as follows)
AJ and Gisella
Nyxia and Eva
Quinten and Morgan
Wolf and Jack

NPC assignments-
Lola and Mim
Phasma and Isla
Shan and Javed
Henrik and CK


Blaise seems unhappy with his newfound duty as tour guide, but then he seems to usually be unhappy with most everything if his scowl is a good indicator. You are all led down the halls and past students who fall into hushed whispers and try to look like they aren't obviously discussing you as you are given a wide berth. Trust was clearly going to be a commodity around here.

You stop at the bottom of a sweeping staircase that goes up about fifteen steps to a landing where it branches off in two directions. "Girls dormitory to the left. Boys dormitory to the right." He gave a side eye toward Henrik who looked up at the left-hand staircase. "YOUR right, Westergaard and don't forget it. I can neuter you."

Henrik tried to look horribly offended but it mostly came out as a high pitched bunch of blithering.

He bowed to those present. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to attend. The library is there," he explained as he pointed to a large set of double doors. "Do try not to get into trouble. Oh, and miss Rourke, you're wanted in the infirmary."

(We'll now be splitting off into separate threads. Let me know if you would like to go somewhere else or to meet with your roommate.)
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In reply to Her Majesty (msg # 31):

Drizz appreciated actually NOT getting assigned to some specific room as if he was not in fact Master of all he surveyed. That satisfaction was passing though as his hunger distracted him from it quickly. Normally he would just sleep someplace near or on Gisella anyways so no need to really explore the rooms yet.

Nyxia was in Eva's room which could also be a fun place to hang out..but for now food was a priority so the huge black cat slunk away from the group and started following his nose to the Kitchens. This place had to have kitchens somewhere right...

In reply to Drizz (Cat) (msg # 32):

The sudden announcement that SHE was expected in the Infirmary totally surprised AJ!

Sure she was still sporting a black eye, bruised ribs, and a few other dings as going away presents from her father. No big deal. She was beaten all the time by him.

Sure she also had a goose egg on the back of her head and a bit of a sore ankle from that unfortunately intimate accident with King Arthur back with the Jabberwocky thing but adventure related injuries were just part of the pirate life.

Also part of the pirate life were splinters...and she was sure she also had a few of those stuck in her here and there from the fight with the Kraken on the voyage here.

These physical injuries though were almost certainly not why they wanted to see her in the infirmary. It was because they thought she might be crazy. First she was having some sort of night terror style psychic connections to giant sea monsters and then she was having seizures on the floor with visions of her mother.  Perhaps she had finally had one to many concussions?

The idea that she was losing her mind, possibly like some of the more pitiable denizens of the island, scared her far more than any monster or physical challenge ever could. And thus in true human fashion she dealt with it through denial and decided she was fine and the infirmary gave her a way to avoid a fear she was much more comfortable admitting... Library induced Boredom.

"Well lookie there G, guess I will have to take a rain check on that research adventure. Maybe I can find a hot doctor to tend my boo boos down there."

AJ gave a wave and a grin that said she was Not Sorry and headed off in what ever direction that dweeb had pointed in when mentioning the infirmary.

Wolf gave a nod to Jack. A man of few words, he opened the door and gestured for the timekeeper to go ahead. Sulf'r went in first though, quickly though idly scanning the room (mostly for a soft place to lay) before spinning, laying, and licking his chops once. Wolf looked slightly apologetic.

Jack gave a sidewards glance to Wolf.  He was hardly one to withhold his verbal acid, diluted though it might be by niceties and clever interlocution, but he seemed to have little to spare for the bewildered giant.

His quizzical look turned to the hand, now holding the door handle, and one eyebrow turned, an ear tilting to a slight angle, demonstrating genuine puzzlement, before he returned his gaze to his eyes, scrutinizing his expression, hunting for ... something he didn't seem to find.

He ducked slightly, tucking his cane under his arm, giving a slight nod as he passed through the portal.  "Thank you."