Mei nods along in quiet support, standing just behind Malvyn's elbow, both to not put herself in the professor's direct view--she'd made a fool of herself in front of her already--and not wishing to take away from his moment. She's wholly impressed with how he's taken the lead, presenting the facts and evidence in an unbiased manner--he'll do so well at the Star!
Knap follows everyone to Professor Sharpbeak. He's quiet along the way, throwing suspicious glances at the inanimate objects he passes. After a potential escape artist chair in the Biblioplex cafe and a toothy trunk attacking students, you can never be too careful. Maybe I go for a job taking care of Strixhaven grounds? He thinks. I can keep an eye out for trouble while collecting litter. Practically a bodyguard or bouncer. Knap is pleased with his decision.
"A prank? Well, I certainly never thought this was a prank!" Professor Sharpbeak responds to Chara. "Or intentional! More than likely the equipment handlers at the Rose Stage got things confused. Switched up one of the Live-Action Roleplay group's chests with some artifact that was in storage. Obviously, transmutation magic that strong should have been secured better than that! But we are following up on that."
When Malvynmentions having a sample, the Owling perks up. "Oh! Well, both you and Chara attest to this oil and you have a sample! If you'd be willing to share the sample perhaps, we could have it analyzed!"
A few steps away at the Information Desk, Professor Flintwind was quietly watching the interaction with Traydark, Chara, and Professor Sharpbeak. She finally turns back to Mae, speaking in almost a whisper to her. "You seem a bit... umm, nervous. I'd be happy to chat with you. I certainly know all about being nervous."
Guardok carries on distracting Lesviel with talk of extracurricular activites and not taking much notice of the investigators conversation with Professor Sharpbeak.
"Ah, I thought perhaps you meant the Playactors Drama Guild put on shows containing magic and dance. I would have been interested if one club had both you see. A magical ballet sounds amazing now I think of it", he says now looking conflicted over his choice of extra curricular activity.
"I may need to talk to Quintillius and ask some questions!".
Mae nearly jumped out of her skin when Professor Flintwind whispered to her, having sufficiently distracted herself from everything else for the moment. Her angelic glow began to almost pulse with different hues of the same coloration, just for a moment, before she found words to speak again. "Oh! Sorry! I...well I don't know that I am all that nervous, not your usual nervousness I suppose. But, umm, sure, we can talk sometime, maybe not now because I think we need to get back soon."She found herself once again staring at the other exotic woman with a fair amount of fascination.
With slight reluctance, the purple-skinned tiefling sticks his hand into his shoulder bag and picks up the small knife with the sample still on the thin blade. "I'm afraid I used what I had available at the time. I'm sure you and others at the university would be far better suited to analyze it though." He says with an apologetic smile, handing the knife over to Professor Sharpbeak, handle first. "If there is anything I can do to help with any investigation I would of course be honoured to do so."
Shifted entirely behind Malvyn now in the hopes that her Dream won't come up again if she's unseen, Mei's mind begins to wander as the others converse. Gradually the lack of sleep, the stress of the day, and having not yet eaten begins to pull at the edges of her consciousness and she finds her eyelids slowly closing. Her upper body sways backwards and it seems like she might fall back entirely before, like a pendulum, she sways forward again.
Malvyn feels a tap and then pressure at the center of his back where her forehead comes to rest.
Having just turned over his knife to Professor Sharpbeak, the purple-skinned tiefling feels something against the center of his back, his fiery red eyes going briefly wide with surprise, freezing up but trying to look normal while desperately trying to figure out what it could be, but his own fairly weary mind comes up with no sensible suggestions about the nature of the pressure, so he stands still, awkwardly glancing at his sides to at least work out who it would be there behind him.
"I've not heard of the Playactors doing a ballet," Lesviel muses to Guardok. "It's an interesting idea. But they usually use magic to create effects in their plays. You could talk to Rubina Larkingdale as well. I know her from the Show Band Association, but she's also part of the Playactors Drama Guild."
Wrapped up in her conversation with Guardok, Lesviel doesn't really notice Mei. Professor Flintwind seems to however, motioning to Mae who was starting at her. "Seems your friend there might need some help. Do you think she's alright?" She starts to move around to the exit of the Information Desk to head over.
Mae snapped back again, once more blushing in her golden colors, "Oh! Yes, oh no!" Mae quickly strode over to Mei who was tipped over against the tiefling and reached out to gently bring her back upright if no one else had intervened yet. "Goodness! Mei!? Are you okay? Perhaps we all should go back to our rooms and try to get some rest yes? Unless it is dinner time?"She looks around suddenly feeling rather clueless as to what time of day it was.
As she's woken by Mae's kind concern, the sleepy wisteria wizard's eyes pop open with a sharp intake of air and she, louder than anyone has heard the soft-spoken girl yet, exclaims, "PIERO!" Startled and blinking as though that couldn't possibly have been her who just shouted--and a boy's name no less!--Mei slaps her hands over her mouth in shock, the heat of embarrassment spreading out to her ears. "W-We're supposed to ask about Piero," she explains, voice muffled against her palm.
Professor Sharpbeak took a moment to look at the knife Malvynhad handed over. "Well, nothing rings a bell immediately," she says, then passes her hand over the substance. "And no indication of magic whatsoever. Hmm, could it just be leather polish? These old chests do need a touch now and then to keep them from cracking." She still studies the substance some more. "You do not mind if I take this knife Mr. Darkhold? You'll get it back of course. Just so we can run some..."
At that moment, she is interrupted by the loud exclamation of "PIERO!" The Owlin seems nearly as startled as Meihad been. "Oh my! What was that my dear? Are you alright?" Her large eyes peer over at Malvyn mainly, but try to pick out the girl behind.
Professor Flintwood is near at hand just a step behind Mae. "I believe the young lady wished to remind her friends to ask about Piero," she says in a soft voice. She seems to give Meia sympathetic smile.
"Oh, is that so Miss Dresar? And who is this Piero?" Professor Sharpbeak asks, then cocks her head to the side, waiting for an answer from the group.
"Rubina Larkingdale? I will seek her out once we are done", Guardok replies to Lesviel as Mei blurts out Piero's name.
"Piero? He is my room mate. At least he is supposed to be. I have seen his backpack and he has things in the wardrobe, but I haven't actually seen him. I am not sure anyone has, although he must have registered to get the room key", he explains. "It is a bit disconcerting sharing your room with someone you have never met", he says with a frown.
Mei blinks at Malvyn's back--why is she so close to it?--then leans so just her head is poking out from behind him to address Professor Sharpbeak at her usual volume, "A-and with everything that happened today we were, um, worried."
She then turns to look at the other Professor--Dresar? As in Dresar Hall? she wonders--and slowly returns her smile. Her eyes flick between Mae and Professor Dresar/Flintwood, the night and day of their divine blood and beauty quite a sight.
"No, please take it if you think it could be of any help to your investigation into the incident." The purple-skinned tiefling answers Professor Sharpbeak. He does his best to stand firm and calm as he suddenly hears Mei's voice exclaiming their missing floor mate's name close behind him, still trying to understand what is going on behind his back. He then nods in agreement with Guardok, hoping the Professsor would know anything about the genasi's roomie, also giving the dark-haired assimar a curious look. The name, it could not be a coincidence, and giving your name to a building on campus would be something quite honorable.
Professor Sharpbeak straightens her head back up. "Piero? Hmm, Piero." Her eyes blink a few times, then says, "Piero Mirthside? I don't think I've seen him during Orientation today. So he's probably safe there. Hmm." She looks around at your group, focusing in on Guardok. "You say you haven't met him? That is strange." She looks over at Lesviel, "My dear Miss Turnadri, you haven't managed to get everyone on your floor introduced?"
The Elf steps forward, "It's true Professor. I have not even seen Piero myself. He slipped in late to register and none of us have managed to be around the couple of times he must have stopped by the room."
Professor Sharpbeak shakes her head slowly. 'Well, well, well. It does seem like a mystery. I can't imagine where he would be."
"You're stumped same as us then", Guardok replies to Professor Sharpbeak disappointedly. "Maybe I should just go back to my room and camp there until he turns up?".
"Can one of you at least see if any of us share classes with him? Actually, when do classes start?".
Professor Sharpbeak again blinks her eyes. "Tomorrow! Classes start in the morning." She casts a glance over at Lesviel, before looking back to Guardok. "You did get a chance to check your schedule as part of Orientation, didn't you?"
Professor Flintwind, who had been back over at the Information Desk listening, steps forward again. "My apologies Professor Sharpbeak, but, umm..." She seems hesitant, almost as though she regretted having spoken up, but realizes she is stuck at this point. "So, well, I was just thinking, that perhaps it is possible that this Piero might be staying... well, with another student or something." She wrinkles her nose a bit as she adds, "I've... heard of such things happening." There's the slightest blush to her cheeks as she says this.
The Owlin raises her wings. "Oh, I see Miss Dresar. Really! I do seem to remember..." She stops herself, looking around at the others gathered. "Well, never mind what I remember. But now that you mention it, Piero was from another Plane. And there's another young lady from that Plane that's a second-year I think. Hmm, yes. Perhaps she would know something about where to find him."
Again, Professor Flintwind interrupts. "If this person didn't attend Orientation, then we would still have the paperwork for his class schedules here. I can look if you wish," she says to Professor Sharpbeak. As her hand absently moves back to a sheet sitting on the counter, it might appear that she had already pulled it out.
Mei's cheeks perfectly reflect Professor Flintwood's as she mentions students staying with each other, warmed by the implied scandal of it. She looks expectantly at Professor Sharpbeak as she mentions remembering something, then her lip juts with slight disappointment as the Owlin moves on without explaining further. No matter, her own imagination fills in the blanks.
Two lovers from across the planes, star-crossed, finding each other for a whirlwind romance at a magical academy where both their potential and love for each other is unleashed. A forbidden romance, perhaps, that must be kept secret from their peers though they're on the cusp of being found out. How will they ever--.........
With one hand cupping her cheek and the other twirling at loose strand of hair, Mei's gazes dreamily off into the distance, the conversation mere wind in her ears.
Quite oblivious to the full implications of what the professors are saying, the purple-skinned tiefling seems pleased there is at least a theory now of what had happened to their missing floor mate. "Yes, we would appreciate that very much Professor, I'm sure knowing what has become of Mr. Mirthside would be a relief to all of us."He says with hint of impatience in his tone now, turning slightly to glance back at Mei with a curious smile. It seemed they all could do with something to eat and somewhere to rest now.
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Mei nods along in quiet support, standing just behind Malvyn's elbow, both to not put herself in the professor's direct view--she'd made a fool of herself in front of her already--and not wishing to take away from his moment. She's wholly impressed with how he's taken the lead, presenting the facts and evidence in an unbiased manner--he'll do so well at the Star!
Knap follows everyone to Professor Sharpbeak. He's quiet along the way, throwing suspicious glances at the inanimate objects he passes. After a potential escape artist chair in the Biblioplex cafe and a toothy trunk attacking students, you can never be too careful. Maybe I go for a job taking care of Strixhaven grounds? He thinks. I can keep an eye out for trouble while collecting litter. Practically a bodyguard or bouncer. Knap is pleased with his decision.
"A prank? Well, I certainly never thought this was a prank!" Professor Sharpbeak responds to Chara. "Or intentional! More than likely the equipment handlers at the Rose Stage got things confused. Switched up one of the Live-Action Roleplay group's chests with some artifact that was in storage. Obviously, transmutation magic that strong should have been secured better than that! But we are following up on that."
When Malvyn mentions having a sample, the Owling perks up. "Oh! Well, both you and Chara attest to this oil and you have a sample! If you'd be willing to share the sample perhaps, we could have it analyzed!"
A few steps away at the Information Desk, Professor Flintwind was quietly watching the interaction with Traydark, Chara, and Professor Sharpbeak. She finally turns back to Mae, speaking in almost a whisper to her. "You seem a bit... umm, nervous. I'd be happy to chat with you. I certainly know all about being nervous."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Guardok carries on distracting Lesviel with talk of extracurricular activites and not taking much notice of the investigators conversation with Professor Sharpbeak.
"Ah, I thought perhaps you meant the Playactors Drama Guild put on shows containing magic and dance. I would have been interested if one club had both you see. A magical ballet sounds amazing now I think of it", he says now looking conflicted over his choice of extra curricular activity.
"I may need to talk to Quintillius and ask some questions!".
Mae nearly jumped out of her skin when Professor Flintwind whispered to her, having sufficiently distracted herself from everything else for the moment. Her angelic glow began to almost pulse with different hues of the same coloration, just for a moment, before she found words to speak again. "Oh! Sorry! I...well I don't know that I am all that nervous, not your usual nervousness I suppose. But, umm, sure, we can talk sometime, maybe not now because I think we need to get back soon." She found herself once again staring at the other exotic woman with a fair amount of fascination.
With slight reluctance, the purple-skinned tiefling sticks his hand into his shoulder bag and picks up the small knife with the sample still on the thin blade. "I'm afraid I used what I had available at the time. I'm sure you and others at the university would be far better suited to analyze it though." He says with an apologetic smile, handing the knife over to Professor Sharpbeak, handle first. "If there is anything I can do to help with any investigation I would of course be honoured to do so."
Shifted entirely behind Malvyn now in the hopes that her Dream won't come up again if she's unseen, Mei's mind begins to wander as the others converse. Gradually the lack of sleep, the stress of the day, and having not yet eaten begins to pull at the edges of her consciousness and she finds her eyelids slowly closing. Her upper body sways backwards and it seems like she might fall back entirely before, like a pendulum, she sways forward again.
Malvyn feels a tap and then pressure at the center of his back where her forehead comes to rest.
Having just turned over his knife to Professor Sharpbeak, the purple-skinned tiefling feels something against the center of his back, his fiery red eyes going briefly wide with surprise, freezing up but trying to look normal while desperately trying to figure out what it could be, but his own fairly weary mind comes up with no sensible suggestions about the nature of the pressure, so he stands still, awkwardly glancing at his sides to at least work out who it would be there behind him.
"I've not heard of the Playactors doing a ballet," Lesviel muses to Guardok. "It's an interesting idea. But they usually use magic to create effects in their plays. You could talk to Rubina Larkingdale as well. I know her from the Show Band Association, but she's also part of the Playactors Drama Guild."
Wrapped up in her conversation with Guardok, Lesviel doesn't really notice Mei. Professor Flintwind seems to however, motioning to Mae who was starting at her. "Seems your friend there might need some help. Do you think she's alright?" She starts to move around to the exit of the Information Desk to head over.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Mae snapped back again, once more blushing in her golden colors, "Oh! Yes, oh no!" Mae quickly strode over to Mei who was tipped over against the tiefling and reached out to gently bring her back upright if no one else had intervened yet. "Goodness! Mei!? Are you okay? Perhaps we all should go back to our rooms and try to get some rest yes? Unless it is dinner time?" She looks around suddenly feeling rather clueless as to what time of day it was.
As she's woken by Mae's kind concern, the sleepy wisteria wizard's eyes pop open with a sharp intake of air and she, louder than anyone has heard the soft-spoken girl yet, exclaims, "PIERO!" Startled and blinking as though that couldn't possibly have been her who just shouted--and a boy's name no less!--Mei slaps her hands over her mouth in shock, the heat of embarrassment spreading out to her ears. "W-We're supposed to ask about Piero," she explains, voice muffled against her palm.
Professor Sharpbeak took a moment to look at the knife Malvyn had handed over. "Well, nothing rings a bell immediately," she says, then passes her hand over the substance. "And no indication of magic whatsoever. Hmm, could it just be leather polish? These old chests do need a touch now and then to keep them from cracking." She still studies the substance some more. "You do not mind if I take this knife Mr. Darkhold? You'll get it back of course. Just so we can run some..."
At that moment, she is interrupted by the loud exclamation of "PIERO!" The Owlin seems nearly as startled as Mei had been. "Oh my! What was that my dear? Are you alright?" Her large eyes peer over at Malvyn mainly, but try to pick out the girl behind.
Professor Flintwood is near at hand just a step behind Mae. "I believe the young lady wished to remind her friends to ask about Piero," she says in a soft voice. She seems to give Mei a sympathetic smile.
"Oh, is that so Miss Dresar? And who is this Piero?" Professor Sharpbeak asks, then cocks her head to the side, waiting for an answer from the group.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"Rubina Larkingdale? I will seek her out once we are done", Guardok replies to Lesviel as Mei blurts out Piero's name.
"Piero? He is my room mate. At least he is supposed to be. I have seen his backpack and he has things in the wardrobe, but I haven't actually seen him. I am not sure anyone has, although he must have registered to get the room key", he explains. "It is a bit disconcerting sharing your room with someone you have never met", he says with a frown.
Mei blinks at Malvyn's back--why is she so close to it?--then leans so just her head is poking out from behind him to address Professor Sharpbeak at her usual volume, "A-and with everything that happened today we were, um, worried."
She then turns to look at the other Professor--Dresar? As in Dresar Hall? she wonders--and slowly returns her smile. Her eyes flick between Mae and Professor Dresar/Flintwood, the night and day of their divine blood and beauty quite a sight.
"No, please take it if you think it could be of any help to your investigation into the incident." The purple-skinned tiefling answers Professor Sharpbeak. He does his best to stand firm and calm as he suddenly hears Mei's voice exclaiming their missing floor mate's name close behind him, still trying to understand what is going on behind his back. He then nods in agreement with Guardok, hoping the Professsor would know anything about the genasi's roomie, also giving the dark-haired assimar a curious look. The name, it could not be a coincidence, and giving your name to a building on campus would be something quite honorable.
Professor Sharpbeak straightens her head back up. "Piero? Hmm, Piero." Her eyes blink a few times, then says, "Piero Mirthside? I don't think I've seen him during Orientation today. So he's probably safe there. Hmm." She looks around at your group, focusing in on Guardok. "You say you haven't met him? That is strange." She looks over at Lesviel, "My dear Miss Turnadri, you haven't managed to get everyone on your floor introduced?"
The Elf steps forward, "It's true Professor. I have not even seen Piero myself. He slipped in late to register and none of us have managed to be around the couple of times he must have stopped by the room."
Professor Sharpbeak shakes her head slowly. 'Well, well, well. It does seem like a mystery. I can't imagine where he would be."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"You're stumped same as us then", Guardok replies to Professor Sharpbeak disappointedly. "Maybe I should just go back to my room and camp there until he turns up?".
"Can one of you at least see if any of us share classes with him? Actually, when do classes start?".
Professor Sharpbeak again blinks her eyes. "Tomorrow! Classes start in the morning." She casts a glance over at Lesviel, before looking back to Guardok. "You did get a chance to check your schedule as part of Orientation, didn't you?"
Professor Flintwind, who had been back over at the Information Desk listening, steps forward again. "My apologies Professor Sharpbeak, but, umm..." She seems hesitant, almost as though she regretted having spoken up, but realizes she is stuck at this point. "So, well, I was just thinking, that perhaps it is possible that this Piero might be staying... well, with another student or something." She wrinkles her nose a bit as she adds, "I've... heard of such things happening." There's the slightest blush to her cheeks as she says this.
The Owlin raises her wings. "Oh, I see Miss Dresar. Really! I do seem to remember..." She stops herself, looking around at the others gathered. "Well, never mind what I remember. But now that you mention it, Piero was from another Plane. And there's another young lady from that Plane that's a second-year I think. Hmm, yes. Perhaps she would know something about where to find him."
Again, Professor Flintwind interrupts. "If this person didn't attend Orientation, then we would still have the paperwork for his class schedules here. I can look if you wish," she says to Professor Sharpbeak. As her hand absently moves back to a sheet sitting on the counter, it might appear that she had already pulled it out.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Mei's cheeks perfectly reflect Professor Flintwood's as she mentions students staying with each other, warmed by the implied scandal of it. She looks expectantly at Professor Sharpbeak as she mentions remembering something, then her lip juts with slight disappointment as the Owlin moves on without explaining further. No matter, her own imagination fills in the blanks.
Two lovers from across the planes, star-crossed, finding each other for a whirlwind romance at a magical academy where both their potential and love for each other is unleashed. A forbidden romance, perhaps, that must be kept secret from their peers though they're on the cusp of being found out. How will they ever--.........
With one hand cupping her cheek and the other twirling at loose strand of hair, Mei's gazes dreamily off into the distance, the conversation mere wind in her ears.
Quite oblivious to the full implications of what the professors are saying, the purple-skinned tiefling seems pleased there is at least a theory now of what had happened to their missing floor mate. "Yes, we would appreciate that very much Professor, I'm sure knowing what has become of Mr. Mirthside would be a relief to all of us." He says with hint of impatience in his tone now, turning slightly to glance back at Mei with a curious smile. It seemed they all could do with something to eat and somewhere to rest now.