EliteCommander

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak found it strange when Coco left with seemingly no word or reason, but then again, everything about that plant-being seemed strange, so he did not take it to heart. Since Leith seemed to have moved from his chair, Ssarak simply took a few more moments to relax and calm himself. He consciously knew that what he had just seen was nothing more than an illusion, a convincing dream. That knowledge did not help him to rid himself of the pain it had caused him, but it was a start, at least .

Ssarak could not help but to glare at Satori. The anger within him was evident, but he was still conflicted on what to think about her. On one hand, the demonstration had certainly shown her power, but the extent she took it to was uncalled for. He could see the argument that they would need to be able to deal with hostile psychomancers, so they would have to learn what it was like to feel their influence, but was learning not meant to be a gradual, controlled process? If Ssarak had decided to throw a young, inexperienced warrior onto the field of battle, he would certainly expect the recruit to perish. It seemed foolish to subject and entire room full of students to such pain, especially when many were armed and entirely unprepared for the event. Perhaps Satori had control over what she was doing, but what if a student had unintentionally harmed, or even killed, another in the confusion? The golems were there to protect them, but they were not omnipotent. If a student had drawn a knife and stabbed another directly beside them, would the golems even have time to react? Ssarak did not doubt Satori's power, and he still wanted to learn what she knew, but he strongly questioned her judgement.

Though Ssarak did not consciously notice them, the pollen released by Lucilia's plants dramatically helped to calm his nerves and make him forget his nightmare for the moment. Instead he refocused his attention back to the crowd around him. Apparently, Uicle had performed some kind of demonstration, but Ssarak had been too lost in thought to even pay attention. Much of the crowd in the dining hall had began to dissipate, so Ssarak was was able to notice a familiar face sat on the ground, leaning against the wall. She had not fared any better than himself when it came to the nightmares, it seemed. Given what she had described to him about her past, he could only imagine what kind of torments Satori would have been able to create from her memories. Concerned, Ssarak approached her.

"Are you alright, Aruna?" He asked, his tone empathetic. "The psychomancer's demonstration seems to have affected everyone, and not in a positive way. My own nightmare was painful...in many more ways than one." He turned his head back toward the teacher's table and looked at Satori, emitting a low, distinctly draconic growl. "I cannot say I approve."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alright, I'll start after I eat.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hey Toxic, would it interrupt anything you are doing if Ssarak approached Aruna and asked if she was alright?

Mass Effect-Spectre's (Sci-Fi open sign ups)

On a side note, if anyone finds another Mass Effect RP where I could still be a Geth, I would be appreciative if you could point me to it.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha followed quietly behind Fendros to his hiding place for the alcohol. As he was taking out the crates, Ahnasha kept a sharp lookout for anything or anyone that might approach them. If a stranger spotted them, they might assume them to be thieves (which they kind of were), or if a member of Fendros' family showed up, they might try to persuade him to return to his former home. Neither of those options would be a good thing. She gladly grabbed the crate when Fendros gave it to her, then looked on with interest as he opened the chest. It contained a single bottle of brandy, which the Dunmer seemed to think was particularly strong. Ahnasha was doubtful at first, but when she caught a whiff of its contents, she immediately recoiled back slightly from the strength of the smell. "Maybe so, hopefully so. I don't pretend to be an expert on Argonian poison resistance, but this might just do the trick. Come on, pack it away and let's go, we need to get out of here quickly."

Once Fendros had packed away the bottle and grabbed his half of the alcohol, the pair left just quietly as they arrived, save for the faint sounds of the bottles shifting in the crates. After they were over the hill and far enough away from the vineyard, Ahnasha slowed to a more leisurely pace and took a peak inside her crate. "Hmm, it looks like there is enough in these crates to last a while, as long as we hide it from Lorag afterwards. Maybe I can tie the bottles to the top of a tall tree where he cannot reach them. Though, knowing him, he would probably just cut down the tree and try to lick the alcohol off of the ground with his tongue." She said with a chuckle. "I have quite a few stories I could tell you about that Orc, though...he would try to tell you some stories about me when I was drunk. Don't listen to him, I assure you they are all either exaggerated, or completely false."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It's about time for me to go to bed. Goodnight.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leon5431 said
I'm losing my mind to stress. I wish the world would just leave me alone for at least a little while so I can work out all the shit I fucked up.

What is bothering you?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
Alright, who wants to be Alaira's roommate? Anyone?

Ssarak is already in one with Leith, but I could just imagine if he became her roommate. He could make his side of his room a cave and fill it with plants. All of it together would be her worst nightmare made reality.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha took Fendros' hand and brought herself to her feet. "Indeed, it can be a lot of fun living out here. Of course, it is a lot of work as well, and it comes with its dangers, but I wouldn't trade this life for all the gold in the Imperial City. At any rate, I'll let you lead the way. Do whatever you need to with that letter; I'll help you carry back the alcohol. I think you're going to be in for a treat once we get this celebration started. Lorag is an...interesting individual when drunk. I just wish we had something that would work on Meesei. Stupid poison resistance..." Ahnasha responded, motioning for Fendros to take the lead.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

After Fendros started to run off, Ahnasha pulled herself back up into the tree and began jumping through the branches after him, though it quickly became apparent that she would not be able to keep up that way. He had not been lying, he was surprisingly quick. She jumped down from the trees and ran after him on foot, where she was able to gain some ground. She was confident she would be able to catch up to him, so for a moment, she matched his pace and simply watched his form. He wasn't perfect, by any means, but he seemed to have stamina, and his reactions to the environment he was running through were pretty quick. With proper, dedicated training, he could become a fair acrobat, provided he wanted to. Between each pack member, there were multiple fighting styles he could train, but he would need to pick which one he wanted to master. Perhaps agility and acrobatics did not appeal to him, or perhaps he would find a way to incorporate such skills into his fighting style. Ahnasha was starting to see why Hircine may have selected him. Perhaps it was because he had the capability to learn?

After a minute or two, Ahnasha pushed herself to her best speed and closed the gap between them. Once she was close enough, she leaped forward and grabbed him, tackling him to the ground. She made sure to twist both of them mid-air so that it was her back, and not his face, that took most of the impact. With both of them on the ground, she let go of him and rolled herself to her back, looking up at the trees above them. For a few moments, she simply laughed as the warm memories of her childhood flooded back into her mind.

"I think I won that round; great effort, though. Myself and Lorag usually go running in the mornings, you should join in. We can move it to after your lycan training with Meesei. Actually, pretty much all of us have a training regimen we go through everyday. I think you should take the time to join each of us, see what appeals to you." Ahnasha suggested. "We may all seem very skilled in our own specializations, and we are, but it's nothing you can't do with enough practice."