[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OLVHyS8.png[/img][/center] Interactions with: [@CelesteEste] Sazel; [@RoflsMazoy] Clarence and Mort [hr] Despite the size, the Nidhogen learned quickly not to sneak up on people, not while its whole form anyway. The first few weeks was a lot of screaming and purple. And it took its companion Nettle to make sense of it all. Thankfully it managed to just become just another part of campus life and just another oddity of the academy. While most summons are gated in from their homeland, imagine the proctors surprise when Nettle showed up with summon. She couldn’t banish it away, cause it would just be banished to where it currently resided. But getting off track. A shaking of its weird head, the fluttering of leaves in the wind. [color=lightgreen]”Good and green morning, the Sazel.”[/color] It tried to remember the names of all the creatures that wander this odd place. It happily nodded to whether it noticed, little swirly seeds fluttered down onto the pavement in the process. Before with a thump, it turns its head to see him leave. It spoke lowly, only children’s whispers over the sound of twigs snapping. [color=lightgreen]”Purple, blue, shades of red. Colors of mystery. Afraid of something to be found. Sad that it must keep it hidden.”[/color] The Sazel suggested they acquire more information. The Nidhogen seemed eager to be of assistance. Tracking down the pretty brown barked human was more fun then being yelled out for trying to share fruit. [color=lightgreen]”Good idea. Maybe the House with the Cold things can help too. The Mac- sheens. They have Magic boxes that tell a lot of things when you play the piano with them.”[/color] It might take a little bit, but the elemental’s limited understanding of technology meant the computers with keyboards within House Machina. It would elaborate if Sazel didn’t get it. [color=lightgreen]”Let this one plant itself, can help.”[/color] The strange creature seemed to bounce a bit like a dog, little white marigolds sprouting on its arms and back. A sign of joy and excitement. Just behind them, Clarence would have gotten his apple, but also the ire of a weasel like beast that seemed to be made of wooden twigs gnarled together with a mouth. With Nettle’s summoning of her worms, Nidhogen’s clean up duty summons were running out of apples to eat. So when Clarence grabbed one, the little beast seemed to snarl and snap. The Nidhogen turned in time to see the problem, the wooden mask of green glowing eyes seeming to assess the situation. Out from its chest, a vine unraveled and swung out towards Clarence and then whacked the weasel enough to startle it. This was enough to make this little vermin retreat back into the courtyard under a bush. Nidhogen’s marigolds were in full bloom as it moved. [color=lightgreen]”Green Morning. This one is sorry for the trouble.”[/color] it said as it moved back onto the grass. [color=lightgreen]”Sazel, the softbark over there is watching. Maybe he wants to help find your human too.”[/color] [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/LMrfFE3.png[/img][/center] Interactions with: [@ghastlyInc] Lorcan [hr] Cogsworth seemed undeterred as Lorcan gave his reasons for not adhering to the guidelines of the school. While it was worded in such a way, it was a flat refusal to follow instructions. The logic pathways opened under the sentinel sub-routines and protocols as it detected the underlying layer of delinquency the student has displayed. Having met many such wayward souls, the Curator was fully knowledgeable and equipped to meet such behavior. Cogsworth would be doing the school and this young man a dis service if he allowed for a simple warning. [color=lightblue][i]”Error”[/i][/color] Cogsworth began. [color=lightblue]”Several queries has been requested. Responses are to follow.”[/color] One tentacle appears, and suddenly there is a small bluish light portal that the tendril reaches within. [color=lightblue]”Stubborn? So you are unable to control your dragon?”[/color] The Curator withdraws a small book and swings it to lay into Lorcan’s hand. ‘How to Train your Dragon’ A beginner’s guide to draconian summoning with little cartoon kids and cute baby dragons on the cover [color=lightblue]”I see. Well it’s only to be expected that such a task as simply equipping your summon would be outside the purview of a neophyte. After all, getting better at the fine conjuring arts is what we do best at this school and dragons can be considered an unruly classification. I suggest you study hard, lest your passive demeanor lead to your own bodily harm and potential those of others.”[/color] Cogsworth inflection of course never changed. [color=lightblue]"If your dragon proves too unwieldy, there are other summons that might be more your disposition."[/color] Sugar coating is for organics. [color=lightblue]”Concerning request to meet your driver. Request denied. Task does not involve this installation or its functions. For future reference. It is considered in truly poor form and social faux pau to make commands on another’s summon for personal matters. At this school, you summon your own servants. To use another can be misconstrued as cheating and I would be remiss if you embarrass yourself further and bring about undue conflict. Your ignorance on this matter is of course, forgiven.”[/color] [color=lightblue]”Concerning request at delivery of your books and assignments. Request Partly Approved. How diligent of you. Of course Master Lorcan. I have them right here for your review.”[/color] Eight total portals and eight total tentacles suddenly appear behind him each one reaching in. Each one pulling out books, folders, paper stacks. Each one layering it one by one if not in his hands if he grabs them, if not in a neat little stack on the floor, piling up continuously until it is roughly waist high (or very difficult to carry). Cogsworth would talk the whole time. [color=lightblue]”I can personally assure you that everything you require is there and that you won’t be behind a single class for such a late start. I will take liberties to inform all of your teachers that your books and assignments have been delivered to you…… they have been informed.”[/color] Which means that Lorcan couldn’t just burn it all and say he never got it. [color=lightblue]”I have also added in my personal notes of where your tutoring deviates from the lesson plan.”[/color] A final folder of fifty sheets of printed paper also flops on top of the stack. The portals disappeared; the tentacles disappeared. [color=lightblue]”Will there be anything else Master Lorcan?”[/color] [hider=tl:dr] Nidhogan: Suggests they visit House Machina for info, invites Clarence indirectly. Cogsworth: Embodies skynet against the ungrateful human race. [/hider]