[u][h3][color=598527]Uicle[/color] and [color=Goldenrod]Khan[/color] chat. Pt. 2[/h3][/u]

Khan’s eyes studied the image of his brother, Riddic. The Eysire and him were almost identical in appearance save for their scales, Khan's a crimson red and his twin a vivid purple. For moment, it seemed too surreal to be happening in the headmaster's mind as the spirit studied itself with a bit of astonishment over what had happened. His odd colored eyes turned upward to look at Khan in a way that the Eysire's heart stop and his breath still in fear. 

His anger and hatred over what his brother had done was swelling inside him, thoughts and issues he thought long addressed. He wanted to scream at Riddic then at Uicle for this. Instead, Khan remained quiet. His hand cradling his head and the tea already chilled, unable to look at the spirit without that familiar guilt snaking its way upward. 

"Khan... Is that you?" The spirit started and when Khan didn't answer, his ghostly face looked to Uicle in question over his assumption. Verifying it almost. "What's going on and why have you summoned me?"

[color=598527]“Yes, that’s Khan.”[/color] Uicle spoke casually, as if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing. [color=598527]“Where to begin Riddic...Your brother spent most of his life searching for Kudd, even binding Demons to his soul with God Runes. He found Kudd, but the Demon God of the Inferno beat him black and blue. Then he learned you committed suicide. He decided to stay here and become the Headmaster. Kudd didn’t forget about him and is now back and playing games with him, trying to make Khan come to his side. Khan is considering suicide as a way out, and he is also considering joining Kudd to protect the students, his colleagues, and me, even though I know I’m not worth protecting. He doesn’t seem to realize that Kudd is going to try to destroy this College with or without Khan’s aid.”[/color]

The Necromancy teacher looked over at Khan. [color=598527]“Did I miss anything?”[/color]

Khan was silent, his eyes closed and hand reached to press to his temple. His scales itched upon feeling his brother’s gaze turn back to him and linger on his form.It made his body aware of the gaze which increase his discomfort as he listened to Uicle reply for him. His shame and guilt surfacing through his expression was painfully empty, the emotion voided on his face when he finally spoke. [color=goldenrod] “No… you didn’t.”[/color]

“Why am I not surprised? If you really know Khan as well as you seem to, then valuing others over himself is a second nature.” The spirit began, his eyes stared intently at his twin. His form casually walked about the desk and bent to one knee, his face hovering in Khan’s peripheral vision. His muzzle opened to state the first thoughts to come to mind. “You’ve...gotten very old.”

Khan twisted his head about to glare at his dead sibling’s unsuitable statement. Riddic smirked, his eyes twinkled with mirthful enjoyment at the annoyance showing on Khan’s face. It was enough to cause him to chuckle. His head bent down and eyes closed, his ghostly arms holding him upright enough not to fall on the floor. “That’s my brother.” 

Riddic let the silence return to its place as the two didn’t know how to proceed from there, the ghost plopping upon the floor where he crossed his legs and sat. “What have you gotten yourself into? Why would you do something so stupid as to contact the Demon God? And don’t you dare answer that! I know exactly why. I don’t need to be a psychomancer anymore to know what’s usually your motivation for stupid things. If I knew my depression was going to make you go mad…” 

The headmaster sighed. [color=goldenrod] “It was bound to happen. I knew your condition was getting worse as I felt you less and less within my head. With your attempt to disappear, you seemed to try to vanish from my life shortly afterwards. Did you really think I would pull to the side and accept that?”[/color]

“No, wish you did damn it. I was a idiot. The misery I put our parents through and what you’ve become, I just want to take it all back. I didn’t intend to put you through any pain. I was hoping to see you on the other side but all I found was what I deserved…” Riddic started then stopped himself, his eyes glanced to see Uicle’s condition. He knew the mage, as strong as he was, couldn’t do this forever or likely even very long. Even keeping a soul in place for less than an hour was exhausting for any master necromancer since they were fighting the natural order. Sighing, Riddic adjusted his focus. “So… what are you going to do?” 

Khan inhaled sharply feeling his chest prickle with the air and his frustration building. [color=goldenrod] “I’ve already been through this with Uicle, what can I do?”[/color]

“The logic is pretty damn clear Khan. He’s going to hurt and use them, so fight. Make him see that hurting those you love has consequences and the worse kind. He’s nothing but a bully yet when a bully is confronted, he will back down. Do you understand this?” With those last words lingering, he turned to Uicle. “Make sure you get all of his history. I didn’t because I didn’t care and looked at what happened. I much rather history didn’t repeat itself, wouldn’t you?” 

Uicle had placed his staff on the ground, for once using it as it was meant to be and supporting himself. It was straining, keeping an unbound soul around. He only vaguely listened to the two twins chat, his green mis growing dimmer by the second. It took a few moments for him to respond to Riddic. [color=598527]“I’ll keep it in mind. Goodbye.”[/color] With that, the Esyire disappeared. Uicle gave an audible gasp of relief, before sitting down in front of Khan. 

[color=598527]“Alright, headmaster, let us start from the beginning. The very beginning. What set you on this path that had you make friends with a mass murderer and torturer cursed by the god of evil.”[/color] He said tiredly, his glowing mist still that low dark green color. 

Khan's response took a moment before he spoke. [color=Goldenrod]"What other reason does one defy the gods, than one worth doing it for? Love, Uicle, was what started this..."[/color] 

With those words, Khan started to weave his history for the armored teacher to listen. 

[color=tan][h3]Ovak[/h3][/color]

Ovak had spied Lieth during the conversation, the white individual having sitting back to his own table and idly watching. The archmage’s expression showed no surprise in the least and possibly the reason he had sent both Uicle and Khan off, giving the students a chance to actually approach him when they were ready. His eyes broke from the student to watch the pair walk toward Khan’s office and out of sight. He was certain a scene best left out of public eyes would happen. However,  it would at least cleanse Khan of any burden. 

In reality, the more individuals that knew of the headmaster’s past then the bright the future looked. 

He relaxed back into his chair when Leith walked up to him causing the archmage to smile widely. Casually, Ovak gestured to sit in Khan’s earlier seat as he spoke. [color=tan]”Power is defined and shown in many ways. Some would claim it’s a show of force. Others, having an impact on the future because we can never live without one. As for unassuming, it comes with age and experience I believe. Learning from mistakes of others also helps.”[/color] 

His voice paused to glance around the room at each of the diplomats, mainly those who had yet to learn this, and continued. [color=tan]”Sadly, not everyone has discovered this.”[/color]   


[h3][color=Pink]Lyn[/color][/h3]

Lyn had paused when her eyes spotted Uncle Tyrael, not knowing it was him at first, approach her and her hand let go of Leith’s sleeve. Her figure grinded to a stop and stared, watching him take off his helmet with his hand then tucked it under his arm. Instinctively her arms reached to wrap about her Uncle’s neck while he picked her up effortlessly and held her close. Her voice immediately buzzed to the air when she exclaimed about her new gift. [color=Pink]’Look! Look at what I got! I can talk now.’[/color]

She immediately fell quiet when Tyrael began to speak to Leith. Her head leaned into his shoulder and her eyes watched, carefully examining the scene happening between them. The girl’s eyes tightened at his pauses as if he was struggling for words and bit her lip in silence, unsure on what she should say. When Tyrael left the dining hall, she was shifted upon his where she leaned into his head for balance. 

[color=Pink]’Play a game? Please?’[/color] Lyn asked, remembering her manners. Her fingers were tight about her rune as she pointed to a game that required someone to toss a ball at several cups, each filled with a prize.