"The sun shall guide me, then," Nyame replied politely, letting her ignorant drivel slide. If she was the Archmagister's daughter he thought it best not to offend her by pointing out the flaws in her made up astronomy. He had already come to understand that the stars held little importance to many in these lands. It made it hard for his people to communicate times and dates with outsiders. But he would learn to read a clock and adapt rather than try to educate all of the foolish furless.
He followed the numbered doorways down the hall until he found one that matched his room assignment number. The room disturbed him a little, there were far fewer windows than he was used to, and they were all covered with glass.
"Bright nights," he said to the two already in the room, "I am Nyame Star Caller. I believe we will sleep together."
He was not aware of the double entendre.
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To clarify: is it a large room full of beds, or a small room that houses just the three?
Where is Nyame roomed? The dragon lady didn't say.
The sun's almost down, and that meant it was time to go to work.
Charlene was currently squatting in an upscale, furnished, and as yet un-rented apartment. She lay on the plastic covered mattress, twiddling her thumbs for the last half hour. She had been asleep before this, but it was nearing time to go to the meeting, and she was restless, and nervous to see how many - or how few - people had survived. As the natural light from the windows started to give way to streetlights(she couldn't risk running any electricity, or she might be caught by the gauges) she got with a crinkle of plastic, grabbed her pre-packed backpack and threw it over her shoulders. She took a quick peek out the alley-facing window, to make sure nobody was around, and then opened it and crawled up the wall.
As she crawled a thin, mottled purple film began to encroach from under her clothes, covering her arms and legs. It also crawled up her head and across her eyes, but left her mouth free, and her hair hanging out the top. At the top of the building, she "knelt" sticking out perpendicular to the wall, and pulled her backpack off. She pressed it against the bottom of the roof's overhang and purple strands ran off of her arms to secure it to the wall.
With all her earthly possessions stashed away neatly, she back-flipped off the wall from her kneeling position, and slung a purple web out into the night, swinging over the streets.
~~~
Minutes later, she climbed over the edge to meet with whoever was left. Two that she knew. That was it. And something else that she had never seen. As she emerged from the edge and stood, she crossed her arms and looked at the little group. She herself had a little Spidey flair in her "costume," she wore a black denim vest with the Spider-Man's logo ironed on the back, and a smaller version on the front. The vest had a hood, which came up to cover her already masked head.
"Web," she said, "Neo. What's this?" She looked over the two, and then to Tarantula.
Charlene was currently squatting in an upscale, furnished, and as yet un-rented apartment. She lay on the plastic covered mattress, twiddling her thumbs for the last half hour. She had been asleep before this, but it was nearing time to go to the meeting, and she was restless, and nervous to see how many - or how few - people had survived. As the natural light from the windows started to give way to streetlights(she couldn't risk running any electricity, or she might be caught by the gauges) she got with a crinkle of plastic, grabbed her pre-packed backpack and threw it over her shoulders. She took a quick peek out the alley-facing window, to make sure nobody was around, and then opened it and crawled up the wall.
As she crawled a thin, mottled purple film began to encroach from under her clothes, covering her arms and legs. It also crawled up her head and across her eyes, but left her mouth free, and her hair hanging out the top. At the top of the building, she "knelt" sticking out perpendicular to the wall, and pulled her backpack off. She pressed it against the bottom of the roof's overhang and purple strands ran off of her arms to secure it to the wall.
With all her earthly possessions stashed away neatly, she back-flipped off the wall from her kneeling position, and slung a purple web out into the night, swinging over the streets.
~~~
Minutes later, she climbed over the edge to meet with whoever was left. Two that she knew. That was it. And something else that she had never seen. As she emerged from the edge and stood, she crossed her arms and looked at the little group. She herself had a little Spidey flair in her "costume," she wore a black denim vest with the Spider-Man's logo ironed on the back, and a smaller version on the front. The vest had a hood, which came up to cover her already masked head.
"Web," she said, "Neo. What's this?" She looked over the two, and then to Tarantula.
I'm going to try to get to posting now. Sorry for the delay in appearance, you guys. Been busy with work and friends and looking for a new place.
"I had not thought to ask such things," Nyame muttered through his snout. He took the piece of paper gingerly and looked down at it for a moment, working hard to read the symbols that were so new to him. "These," he pointed at the paper, "Are numbers that represent time, yes?" He moved his finger to the first class's time, "Which star sign rules the sky at this number?"
Name: Charlene Springer
Alias: Filth
Age: 17
Powers: Increased agility, strength and durability, especially when engulfed in the Symbiote. Powers increase with the more of her body she allows the Symbiote to bond to. Can create biological projections, which Filth is fond of using to rudely mimic other people's powers(shoot gooey purple webs, create inefficient slimy wings etc.)
Skills:
Personality: Rather create and reveal through IC.
History: One of her biological parents was infected with a Symbiote, and when Charlene was born, so was an infant of the same species, already bonded to her. She was abandoned at birth, she has always thought it was because of her condition, but never knew for sure. She bounced back and forth between foster homes her whole life, and most recently has taken to living on the streets. Her powers have allowed her to go wherever she pleases with impunity, as those thugs who don't already know not to mess with her learn very fast. After Project Excalibur, she's been forced to be much less open about her powers, and has joined the Spider Men and Women of New York.
Alias: Filth
Age: 17
Powers: Increased agility, strength and durability, especially when engulfed in the Symbiote. Powers increase with the more of her body she allows the Symbiote to bond to. Can create biological projections, which Filth is fond of using to rudely mimic other people's powers(shoot gooey purple webs, create inefficient slimy wings etc.)
Skills:
Personality: Rather create and reveal through IC.
History: One of her biological parents was infected with a Symbiote, and when Charlene was born, so was an infant of the same species, already bonded to her. She was abandoned at birth, she has always thought it was because of her condition, but never knew for sure. She bounced back and forth between foster homes her whole life, and most recently has taken to living on the streets. Her powers have allowed her to go wherever she pleases with impunity, as those thugs who don't already know not to mess with her learn very fast. After Project Excalibur, she's been forced to be much less open about her powers, and has joined the Spider Men and Women of New York.
Nyame followed along for the little adventure, but it seemed the great Cadmus had the situation in hand. He directed the students to something called a "registrar," and as it appeared the Small One wasn't a student after all, the two parted ways. Nyame followed the dragon's instructions, down a few halls, following quietly behind some other students.
He came to a smaller version of Cadmus, standing behind a desk. He spoke to the half-dragon, "I am Nyame Star Caller. I seek the registrar."
He came to a smaller version of Cadmus, standing behind a desk. He spoke to the half-dragon, "I am Nyame Star Caller. I seek the registrar."
Nyame followed along for the little adventure, but it seemed the great Cadmus had the situation in hand. He directed the students to something called a "registrar," and as it appeared the Small One wasn't a student after all, the two parted ways. Nyame followed the dragon's instructions, down a few halls, following quietly behind some other students.
He came to a smaller version of Cadmus, standing behind a desk. He spoke to the half-dragon, "I am Nyame Star Caller. I seek the registrar."
He came to a smaller version of Cadmus, standing behind a desk. He spoke to the half-dragon, "I am Nyame Star Caller. I seek the registrar."
The staff bit was actually supposed to be a difference in culture. Where Zmerr(and presumably most others) kneels down to show respect, to Nyame the proper thing to do is present yourself as you are. So he stands to his full height, and presents his staff(a warrior would instead present their club or axe, a hunter, their spear). It was supposed to be Leonin culture, since I'm writing from a different race's perspective.
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