.:Mythic Dawn{Fantasy Romance/Action RP}Semi-literate:.

[AngelofSins]

((Uhh, Gwynne? The teacher didn't exactly ignore her... did you read my post carefully? The silly little human's in a pretty bad mood now.))

[OneSmartChicken]

Jake bit back something rude at the teacher's "know-it-all" comment, clenching her teeth and trying to remember what it was like to be calm. Or at least pretend to be calm. She'd settle for that. A small sound made her turn to look and frown when she saw that damn hawk gliding past Hino, drawing unneeded attention to the phoenix who looked as blissfully oblivious as ever. The phoenix emitted a tiny trill so quiet it barely registered in kelpie's ears, and she smiled, visibly relaxing.

Hino ran her fingers through her hair, watching the witch--wizard, she corrected herself--worriedly. Pretty bird, pretty bird. Warn your lovely lady what a danger this place is. She drifted through her own thoughts, picking out the ones that could be considered psychic--fickle thoughts that slipped through her mental fingers like water, and then like slippery salamanders. But she could grab a salamander far easier than water and she latched on, projecting the thoughts into Mugi's mind, who could always tell what the jumbled telepathy meant. Mugi slipped and slithered, gliding through her hair and sliding like silk to the floor. He puddled there for a moment, shaking himself out and blinking as he adjusted to the new altitude, looking around for the other salamander. Quick enough to turn a weasel green, he darted forward, passing the salamander and hitting it with his tail. Running to Hino was not advisable. That stupid kelpie would get mad.

He slunk up the back of the wizard's chair, creeping onto her desk and rummaging around until he'd found a blank piece of paper. After licking his eyes clean like the gecko he faintly resembled, Mugi used his sticky little hands to gingerly burn lines into the paper, working surprisingly fast. He'd probably "written" often in the past, judging by the elegant, precise print and speedy work.

"DANGER LURKS WITHIN THIS PLACE," he wrote. "A WORD OF CAUTION FROM MY MISTRESS. SUBTLETY MAY SAVE YOUR LIFE." Actually, the wording was part his, part Hino's, part kelpie's and part dark wizard's, but clarification was unnecessary. He had no qualms with misleading people with his words. "POLITE. BE POLITE. CAREFUL. MISS HINO LIKES MASTER DULSON. SHE WOULD NOT LIKE TO SEE HARM COME TO HIM." He sat up in a very un-lizard-like fashion and dusted off his hands. Mugi turned his head to give the wizard a dry look, a tiny trail of smoke drifting from his nostrils and disappearing undetected before going more than a few centimeters. There wasn't even a smell from his handiwork, just the words on the paper, carefully written so it wouldn't fall apart. Sitting up like that, the little blue-spotted salamander looked more dragon than amphibian, eyes more intelligent than they had any right to be.

[Masq]

OOC: Midnightsun: Yes, I did read it; a few times actually. I was getting pretty lost with your lack of reference to who the teacher was talking to. But now that you bring to my attention that you are somewhat upset, apparently the teacher was talking to Sibbs. It appeared, though, that she was speaking to Haley. I appologize for the inconvenience, hence I will fix my post.

[Masq]

Everine could tell there was tension, and that most of it was aimed at her. She closed her fiery green eyes and stood up, walking proudly, but not mockingly. A small salamander slid out from her fiery red locks and plopped to the floor, and scampered (well, not really) slowly away, towards Hino. She made her way slowly to the front, nodded at the teacher, then lifted the paper that possibly meant her doom. "Excuse my behavior, Mistress, and I shall not actu p again, prithee. Tut, tut, do you feel the cold darkness; its slimy tentacles choking out the goodness of things? Tut, tut, do excuse me." She nodded again, and returned to her seat, dreading the very fact of having to face this Michael. She looked quickly to Leonard, a hiss coming to her lips, and emnating a sound only the dark wizard, and forest wizard, could heard. "Evil. I tasted evil in the air around you, Master Lowell. Then she sat down. Dulson flew back to the clever wizard, passing Hino as well, and giving a bird-type of recognition to her as he passed; then alighting on Sibbs shoulder. She smiled at him, and touched her nose to his beak

Everine, staring in fascination at the large salamander as he worked, quickly read his surprisingly legible writings. She nodded, her red brow furrowing in frustration. "I hate this..." She mumbled, then as the amphibian slithered back to Hino, Sibbs raised her hand warily, staring intently at the teacher. "Mistress, where shall I find this Head-Master Kastor?" She asked, her voice loud and ringing, but with an air of submission.

[AngelofSins]

((Well, I'm not "somewhat upset" exactly, I just figured I'd point it out. Wait, how does it seem like she's talking to Haley?I admit "brat with the fancy chicken" isn't exactly close to "Everine" but nobody else has a bird and that's how the teacher talks to the students... I guess I should be more blunt next time. Sorry. ^^' Note to self, rely less on context clues.))

The teacher stared at Everine with an annoyed expression as she spoke, fed up with that ridiculously arrogant way of speaking the girl had, though she didn't have objections to being called "Mistress". (Despite years of putting up with that school, she still wasn't quite used to the fact that certain creatures just weren't quite so simple as humans, especially not the more regal beings.) "Say 'tut tut' again and I'll have him cut out your tongue." She growled out her half-hearted threat, fully aware that Michael wouldn't do anything unless he decided he wanted to, her 'suggestions' would go unnoticed. When Everine asked where she would be able to find Kastor the teacher was awfully confused and spent a few moments trying to recall if she had ever spoken the headmaster's last name. As far as she could remember she hadn't, and just convinced herself that Sibbs had heard it somewhere else, though she knew in all honesty that the wizard likely didn't need to ask to learn someone's name. "His office, obviously, if he's not still out in the hallway. Just go, you're disrupting my classroom." The older woman barked at Everine, envisioning the Aspirin in her purse and wishing for a glass of water so she could take the medicine.

Leonard had been too busy watching Mugi's writing to pay Everine much attention, so the hissing sound she emitted nearly caused him to jump with surprise before he realized she was 'speaking' to him. "Evil. I tasted evil in the air around you, Master Lowell." Well, that was pleasant. He had to restrain from making a bitter retort when he saw the small hints of frustration in her expression. She was probably having a bad enough day already, at least he had been used to school and humans when he came here, judging by her speech and behavior she was dealing with an unusual problem. Still, Leonard thought he would be 'courteous' and at least reply. At first it took him a moment to remember what sort of sound he needed to make, and which sort of magic was involved, in order to get the desired effect of communicating without being heard by the others. "Well, Wizard Sibbs, that should hardly come as a surprise. Not a fan of my line of work?" He wasn't sure if she thought his magic was evil, or the fact that he used to treat other students like pieces of meat he could barter with. Either way, the response he'd given should have been fitting, more or less.

After that little distraction Leonard surreptitiously began to watch the little lizard, Mugi, as he burned his message expertly into the sheet of paper without burning it. The salamander must have been very intelligent, he didn't even make any spelling mistakes and seemed to be more of a draconian being shrunk down to a rather miniscule size. Intrigued, the dark wizard couldn't help risking a glance at Hino and, in an attempt to get her attention, a brief mental call consisting of no words, but an image. Hopefully it would get his point across, as he had pictured Mugi with scholar-like glasses holding a degree along with a giant question mark in the background. In other words, he was wondering why her pet- as he had yet to encounter a salamander before this moment- was obviously in full command of the english language.

[Wolf_Fang_13]

Laila watched the others with amusment. She didn't like how the teacher was talking to others, especially to Wizard Sibbs. "She can't help the way she talks. Ignorant human," Laila muttered not sure if the teacher heard her or not. She then rubbed her temples from a sudden headache. Beeing out of the water this long was definitaly unhealthy for her. Sadly there was no lake in the area. She then placed her jar of lake water on her desk. She carefully opened it. Her delicate fingers skimmed the edge of the water not spilling a single drop. It wasn't much help, but she did feel a little better having her skin touch clean water. Laila had to be careful with this water. She didn't know how long she will be stuck here.

[OneSmartChicken]

Hino jumped a bit when she felt a mind leaking into her own. She blinked, fiery eyes scanning briefly until she caught sight of the dark wizard. Mugi had turned away from the hawk-girl to examine the wizard. The salamander hunched over, opening his mouth as if he were a snake about to strike, then he hissed--a hiss that contained something suspiciously like the magical words of the wizards. Something like, "Greetings wizard-wizard." It sounded like a translation of a translation of a translation, but he looked completely certainly of himself as he settled onto all fours and slunk to the floor, gliding across the cool tile then up Leonard's pantleg. He stopped on the dark wizard's lap and sat up again to peer into his face, blending in with the shadows nicely, save for those dazzling blue eyes.

Hino picked her words carefully as Mugi made himself known. She'd never had much of an opportunity for telepathic communication in the past--it was considered rude in most of circles she'd occupied, or else they were human and wouldn't know what to do with telepathic thoughts. So it was longer than seemed strictly necessary before she responded. Using pictures, of course. They moved in sequence, like a jumpy movie, of Mugi sitting on a scholar's desk, dipping his little hands into ink instead of burning. From the glimpses of scenery those pictures showed, Mugi was an incredibly old little creature. Salamander, she pressed into his head then dragged up an image of a dragon. Cousins to the dragon. She was getting better. She smiled happily at the thought, wiggling a bit like a pleased bird preening itself without actually preening.

Jake's fingers curled into fists and she nearly overreacted as the smell of water nearly clouded her judgment. Real water. Not the chlorinated-and-cleaned water she had to leave out for days in the tub to turn into something resembling water. She shuddered and swallowed. Controlling herself, she waited until she knew the teacher wasn't watching. Then slowly she moved until she could watch the nix with her hand in the jar. Once she saw it, she could not draw her eyes away. At least she was smart enough to slouch down so the teacher was less likely to see. She licked her lips and swallowed again with longing, daydreaming of her lake. Her beautiful lake. It was a daydream that would lead only to copious amounts of rage, though, so she hauled herself back to watching the slow, mesmerizing roll of water over the nix's silken skin.

Her mouth twitched into a frown and she finally pulled herself back to sitting up straight and watching the board. For she, unlike the nix, had a fallback plan. A kelpie had her ways with none of the restrictions of a "nix-out-of-water." Particularly in horse form. Perhaps she would simply create her own water. She smiled slyly at the thought. Wouldn't that be jolly? Create her own lake in the courtyard. She'd love to see the headmaster's face when he found out. It'd probably even be worth dying over, even the torturous death this 'Micheal' character would no doubt inflict. She had lived a long time and experienced a great deal of pain. Death would not be so unwelcome really. She couldn't even remember why she'd saved herself before. Ah, that's right; to feel water one last time. She glanced at Hino, then sighed. That was right. She couldn't die just yet. She had a debt to pay. She could not rest--figuratively--until Hino was safely out of reach of this school. Then, perhaps, she would take a nice, long nap. And perhaps she would simply not wake up. That sounded pleasant. She would find her old lake--the first one, in Ireland--and just sink into the depths of her haven.

She nearly cried with joy at the idea and tightened the shields of her mind so that no one would see her despair. On reflex more than anything else. It was really no longer such a shameful thing to be full of such sorrow. After so long a life, one could only expect such mournful thoughts. No one was ever meant to live so long as Jake and retain her sanity--for the most part at least. Even immortals had some mortality.

[Wolf_Fang_13]

Laila caught a girl staring at her and her jar of water. From the scent she could tell that this girl was a creature of water. Laila examined the girl. She didn't look like a simple water spirit, kind of animal-like. Most likely a kelpie, Laila thought rmembering reading about them in one of the books she "borrowed" from her victims. She figured the kelpie missed her lake as much as the nix missed her's. Even though she figured that they were in the same boat, Laila didn't want to share her water. It was the only thing she had to keep her sane. That and her seashell necklace were the only iteams she brought from her lake. Laila closed the jar afraid of attracting unwanted attention. She needed to find a way to convince these people here to have a lake on campus. It's not like she would drown students or teachers, unless they got her angry or annoyed. Laila then started to daydream about her lake and not pay attention to the teacher.

[Masq]

OOC: Well, it seemed that way. And from one of you more recent posts, Haley was taking claim to 'the chicken', so I was assuming that was with whom the teacher was addressing. My mistake.

BIC: Everine Sibbs, after sitting back into her seat of course, glared at Leonard. Not the "I hate you glare", but out of sheer curiosity. She acknowledged that the Miss with the salamander and the dark wizard were conversing (not in any way that drab humans might comprehend), and she wanted to know what they were saying. Licking her lips, and glancing nervously at the teacher, Wizard Sibbs thought long and hard to the time (hundreds of years ago) when she was being taught the basics of being a Guardian. "You must delve deeply into the created. Then you will find all you long for." He smiled. He was not particularly handsome. In fact, he was thousands of years old, her mentor. A wizard like herself. "But... I don't understand." Sibbs said in her younger time. For she is now much older than any would expect. "Master Hasroc, does one not find all the knowledge in the world, how to accomplish the unheard of, in books. The fat dusty ones, that a human would not been be able to lift?" She asked, her red curls bouncing with youthfulness.

"That's it." She snapped her fingers quietly, peeking a glance at the depressed teacher. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the created, focusing her thoughts on a single ant in the wide expanse. Suddenly her mind was open to everything around her. She was shocked at first of the immensity of it all, her mind bombarded with so many swirling glimpses of conscience (but mostly sub-conscience) thoughts. She found the train of thoughts that was passing between Hinotori and Leonard and latched on to them, seeing the dazzling pictures like none we have ever seen or heard. She sent a trail of memories to the dark wizard, of her youth and the uprising of dark wizards. She existed even before the very first sorcerer or witch. She showed him the pain and absolute horror of being in the midst of such evil, then retreated, leaving behind things she had opened her mind to for centuries. She found herself breathing hard, with tears flowing softly down her cheeks, back in her seat in the classroom. Students were staring at her with looks of disgust and sheer mock. She wiped them away, blushing, and looked at the teacher, standing and walking to the door. "I assume, Mistress, that the Head-Master Kastor would be in an office." She said quietly, turning to stare hard at Mister Leonard Lowell.

[AngelofSins]

((Ah, her little ploy. Well, sorry, I'll try to be more clear.^^"))

Vaan grimaced, the familiar essence of pure, untouched water was stronger now that Laila had taken out the container full of the liquid again, and he didn't like it. He knew that most water spirits, and real spirits-the "avatars" of the element, not creatures in tune with lakes and such- should long to go for a swim every now and then. In fact, he could tell more or less that the two girls affected by the absence of water were wishing for a large enough body of it to call a home. However, whenever he thought of his natural habitat he felt ill, remembering the last time he'd been submerged and how badly it had boded for his well being. So, wether it was real anger or just mild nausea, he felt compelled to turn around and direct a bitter glare at the nix in possession of the lake water. "Put that away already would you?" He hissed quietly once he was certain the teacher was paying attention to Everine. "Go take a shower if you're that desperate. Sheesh."

Leonard nodded a little when he "heard" Hino's explanation-since dragon's were more often than not of higher intelligence than even his own kind it was no surprise that Mugi's unusual intellect came from a relation with them. And he speaks. He figured some reply was in order, though he wouldn't call the minor communication with the phoenix girl a conversation, even if it was just pointing out the obvious. For a few minutes Leonard just stared awkwardly at Mugi once the salamander had scrambled up the leg of his suit. Frankly, he didn't like having anything male on his lap, animals or not. "Greetings, salamander. By wizard-wizard are you referring to my title, or my given name?" He eventually inquired, unsure if Mugi would have said "dark wizard" or "Wizard Lowell" had he known the information. Or maybe he was just unfamiliar with the language, but that seemed unlikely, even if it was hard for non-magic users to speak with the mix of spells and tuned hissing wizards and witches often used.

When Leonard caught that Everine was communicating with him again he found himself immediately building up a hasty but powerful mental block, allowing only his surface thoughts to be visible. It was much easier to trust Hino, as her species was generally rather honest, than it was to trust Everine-especially when he knew how wizards like himself could act in the best of circumstances. Magic could corrupt, especially if you were aware that not everyone around you possessed the gift. "I'm not my kin. We're not all like that." The dark wizard eventually replied after seeing Everine's unfortunate run-in with black magic. The wizards in the memory were mostly strangers, though there were one or two familiar faces, and Leonard didn't want to be grouped together with the majority just because he'd made the same life style choice as they had. Still, he'd have to be very careful not to let his own past of cruelty get out; it would be enough of a handful trying to convince her he wasn't evil just because he was a dark wizard, adding that he'd recently handed over his girlfriend for torture and God knows what else probably wouldn't help.

The teacher sighed, incorrectly assuming that Everine was being sarcastic and attempting to antagonize her, before turning to face the girl once more. She stopped mid sentence-having begun to tell the students jeering and insulting her to shut up and pay attention- when she noticed the tears on SIbbs' face. For a moment she felt bad for the girl, seeing a teenage child going through some difficulties and being picked on by the bullies of the class. She had to shake her head and remind herself that even though these kids looked human-and most weren't even kids, the majority were older than herself- they weren't, and maternal instincts would get her nowhere when dealing with them. "Probably, yeah. Now hurry up, you've probably walked past it a million times. Right down the hall, in front of that fountain you all seem to think is your own personal swimming pool." Granted it was a pretty cool fountain, but there was only a handful of students who didn't spend most of their time playing around with it.