[22:58:58] * Oxford changes topic to 'DANGEROUS SUBJECT - DO NOT APPROACH WITHOUT SECURITY'
[23:01:30] <~Oxford> Elsa comes to in complete blackness. She feels disoriented, confused, as though waking from a deep sleep. Half-remembered dreams (or are they?) mix and mingle with memories of the previous night's events.
[23:02:33] <~Oxford> The darkness is caused by a heavy metal helmet, covering her entire face. She is barefoot; the floor beneath her feels like smooth, bare concrete.
[23:03:57] * Elsa slowly opens her eyes and tries to rub them, but of course the helmet blocks her way, she panicks and inches back in surprise.
[23:04:17] <Elsa> "Whhh-at? what is going on?" She sounds scared.
[23:05:12] <~Oxford> Her hands against the steel sound a hollow ring that echos in the enclosed space. Her own words are thrown back at her, mockingly.
[23:06:25] <~Oxford> From off to her left, she hears murmurs of conversation. She can feel a wall to the right and behind her - she seems to have curled up in one corner of the room, but it's hard to guess the exact size of the room.
[23:07:14] <Elsa> She tries to think how she got that way but it all is so fuzzy, all she remembers going to Westfield's office to ask to get locked up, oh god is this the end result?
[23:08:09] * Elsa totally doesn't remember anything and she feels something on her back rub against the wall.
[23:09:37] <~Oxford> There are fragments from past that, but nothing that runs together coherently. The horrified look on a classmate's face as she catches on fire. A cramped bomb-shelter and a massive explosion. Wings…something about wings…
[23:09:54] <Elsa> Her wings flap as she focuses on them eliciting a squeal of surprise.
[23:11:06] <Elsa> "Hey can anyone hear me?" she yells out
[23:11:07] <~Oxford> The murmurs grow more audible as her head starts to clear. "..finitely awake now…." "…ose'll have to go, I suppose…"
[23:12:38] <~Oxford> The voices fall silent, then one of them speaks up. "Warrant Officer Elsa, of St. Cheswhick's Academy for Girls?" it asks.
[23:13:00] * Elsa tries to stand up and head towards the voices. If she is able to discern the direction.
[23:15:26] <~Oxford> Her motion lets her feel a slight draft, and she realizes she is only wearing a hospital gown. She can take about three steps towards the voice before her fumbling hands find themselves grasping cold steel bars.
[23:17:34] * Elsa grasps them, and tries calling out, "Hey can anyone tell me what is going on?" She yells out, panicked
[23:17:48] * Elsa tries pulling on the steel bars to no effect.
[23:19:40] <~Oxford> The voice is soft and feminine, and something about her tone reminds Elsa slightly of the nurse back at the infirmary. "Relax, Miss Elsa. You're in good hands. We're aware of your incident and are doing our best to diagnosis what caused your episode."
[23:22:30] <Elsa> "What episode?" She asks, and then it all comes back in a flood, "Oh, god." She lets herself fall back to the floor. "Is westfield alright?"
[23:24:23] <~Oxford> "West…" Pages flip on a clipboard. "Your handler is perfectly alright. He was the one who subdued you and brought you here."
[23:27:16] * Elsa 's wings wrap themselves around her shoulders and she curls up, "I…really didn't mean to…I don't know what happened to me."
[23:28:14] <~Oxford> A different voice, terse and male, cuts in: "If you would, rise and turn away from my voice, please. I'd like to examine your… appendages."
[23:30:58] * Elsa 's cheeks redden under the helmet but she complies anyways. "…what are they?" She obviously doesn't know yet or hasnt figured it out.
[23:33:37] <~Oxford> The man ignores her question, instead muttering to his assistant. "Highly developed…not any native species…" "Operable?" a third voice inquires. "Maybe," replies the doctor, uncertainly.
[23:33:58] <~Oxford> "Miss, step towards my voice, keeping your back to me."
[23:35:03] * Elsa does so, "Like this? And can I get this helmet off?" She asks
[23:37:02] <~Oxford> Instead of a reply, she feels a dull poke against her wing, as though by the end of a pen. Her reaction draws further muttering from the scientists.
[23:38:12] <Elsa> That brings a yelp and a slight giggle from the girl. "Hey that tickles!" The girl complains.
[23:39:33] <~Oxford> "Very sensitive. Extensive nerve formation?" "Could just be unfamiliarity - I'd need a closer look."
[23:39:55] <~Oxford> "A step closer, please, miss," the voice requests authoritatively.
[23:41:42] * Elsa steps back, her wings poking from behind the bars, her back against it. "You know, you could just ask me if I feel them. Can we do something less embarrasing?"
[23:44:59] <~Oxford> Instead of a response, she feels a rubber-gloved hand squeeze her 'appendages' up and down their length, firmly but carefully.
[23:47:15] <~Oxford> "There. See how the joint is nested in interior to the scapula? It'll be tough - we'd have to go all the way in."
[23:48:18] <~Oxford> "Lasting damage?" - "Scarring, definitely. We're probably soon enough to prevent phantom limb syndrome, though."
[23:48:21] * Elsa begins laughing, and then her laughter turns into a cackle and the girl begins to spasm uncontrollably as she laughs, after a few seconds she pulls away from the bars.
[23:49:05] <Elsa> "Hey, you don't mean to cut them off? Right?"
[23:50:16] <~Oxford> The doctors appear to have finished their examination. The sound of a metal door creaking open can be heard as their voices disappear down the hallway.
[23:51:29] <~Oxford> "…prep for this evening, then." - "I'd like to be out before 7; I'm meeting Martha for dinner." - "Let's say 5, then…"
[23:52:29] * Elsa looks nervous, "Hey, are you serious?" She yells out.
[23:53:17] <~Oxford> A long silence follows. Elsa almost thinks she's been left alone, until she hears footsteps across the bars from her. Maybe the nurse is still there?
[23:53:25] * Elsa is actually angry they were going to do this sort of thing without even asking her.
[23:54:31] * Elsa tries calling out for the the nurse. "Hey please tell me they're not serious."
[23:55:57] <~Oxford> "I-I'm sorry, ma'am. I only know what I overhear, and you heard as much as I did."
[23:58:26] * Elsa tries to pull and pushes on the bars until she is tired, her wings flapping while she does that. Eventually she sits down and slumps, "Hey can you at least tell me how they look like?"
[23:59:04] * Elsa unconsciously wraps her wings around herself.
[00:01:54] <Elsa> A pair of feathers are on the ground thanks to her recent scuffling
[00:02:05] <~Oxford> "How they look…? They're…well, they're obviously wings. Sort of like a large bird, but color-wise…" The nurse pauses, thinking for a moment.
[00:03:40] <~Oxford> "They're colored like nothing I've seen: all orange and red, with flecks of yellow. Almost like flames in a bonfire."
[00:04:30] <~Oxford> "They're…pretty, I guess." She sighs. "But really, you'll never be able to live a normal life with those on your back. The doctors are probably right."
[00:07:28] <Elsa> "I grew up in the circus, even if I ended as a freak they would still accept me there. Its who I am, even if I changed with magic."
[00:11:38] <~Oxford> The nurse sighs, almost wistfully. "Oh, if I were still your age… This world isn't as forgiving as you might think…" She trails off, lost in thought for a moment. "Oh, but I'm sure you're right. Your friends will accept you no matter what you've done," she finishes awkwardly.
[00:14:09] * Elsa sighs loudly, "I'll always have a place to call home no matter what, can I at least get the helmet off?"
[00:17:21] <~Oxford> "I'm afraid not. As far as you're concerned, we're instructed to 'treat as armed at all times', whatever that means." Elsa can't see her eyebrows narrow, but the nurse's tone changes to match. "Also, you should know there are guards outside this room at all times; I wouldn't try anything."
[00:19:55] * Elsa curls up even tighter, her head is hidden by the wings. "Just leave me alone."
[00:22:13] <~Oxford> The nurse lets out another soft sigh, and her footsteps move towards the door. They're interrupted by a sudden creak as it swings back into the room on rusty hinges. "Ah, ma'am? We've moved the operation up; something about a piano recital."
[00:23:29] <~Oxford> The sounds of several pairs of heavy boots file quickly into the room. "She awake?" asks a rough voice.
[00:24:05] * Elsa perks up her wings flap out in a burst of air, "You getting me out?"
[00:24:37] * Elsa sounds cheerful, maybe she'll keep her wings.
[00:25:20] <~Oxford> "Guess not," replies another, "pass the tranq." His request receives a grunted reply and the sound of something unwieldy changing hands.
[00:25:49] <~Oxford> "Now hold still, honey. This might sting…"
[00:25:51] <Elsa> 2d6+6 force at the voices
[00:25:52] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, force at the voices: 13 [2d6=1,6]
[00:25:57] <Elsa> 1d6
[00:25:58] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6: 6 [1d6=6]
[00:26:07] <Elsa> 1d6
[00:26:08] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6: 2 [1d6=2]
[00:28:21] <Elsa> "GET AWAY FROM ME!" She flaps her wings as a burst of force and fire, mostly force emanates from her.
[00:28:48] <Elsa> The wings spark and glow menacingly.
[00:30:49] <~Oxford> Her efforts elicit a flurry of shouts and curses. There's a wet, meaty sound of impact as someone hits the far wall hard.
[00:31:07] <~Oxford> "Shit! Tag'er, Gunny!"
[00:32:13] * Elsa doesn't move from where she stands, "Don't you dare touch me, just…go away."
[00:33:49] <@Oxford> Roll cool and use it to fluff how awake you still are.
[00:34:04] <Elsa> mfw cool is my lowest stat
[00:34:32] <Elsa> can I roll agrro and try to burn to through the tranq with adrenaline?
[00:35:07] <Elsa> 2d6+3 cool, +7 if aggro idea is approved
[00:35:07] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, cool, +7 if aggro idea is approved: 9 [2d6=2,4]
[00:36:14] <@Oxford> mm you can fluff it was adrenaline, but you're still rapidly losing consciousness. One turn before you're out.
[00:35:10] <~Oxford> She hears the snap of the tranq gun going off, but it takes a moment to link that to the sharp pinch she feels just below her left breast. A questing hand finds a feathered dart, lodged firmly in her torso.
[00:39:06] <Elsa> 2d6+9 surround myself with a wall of fire.
[00:39:07] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, sorround myself with a wall of fire.: 13 [2d6=2,2]
[00:42:01] * Elsa with her last act of consciousness tries to make a wall of fire around her, welding torch hot, that fans outwards. "I'll…never…let…" is all she manages to say before she collapses on her side. The flames aren't as effective as she wanted them to be though.
[00:43:57] <~Oxford> The soldiers outside the cell wait for the fire to die down before entering to retrieve her limp body. Others swear and call for a medic as they tend to their wounded, but Elsa has already slipped back into the black of unconsciousness.
[00:47:36] <~Oxford> Elsa awakes briefly, perhaps an hour later, to find herself laying face-down on a stiff examining table. Her hands and feet are tied down; her struggles futile. A mutter goes through the crowd of gathered doctors as the anesthesiologist makes some adjustments to his gear. As she begins to fade again, she hears the blood-curdling whir of a buzzsaw starting up and coming towards her, closer and closer.
[00:47:42] <~Oxford> /session
<Oxford> The next morning dawns at the academy. Joslyn is stirred awake by the first golden rays of the sun through the dormitory window, and is surprised to see that Elsa still hasn't come back since last night. Her roommate Caitlin sleeps peacefully.
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<Joslyn> "…hnng." Joslyn is still a bit tired. But it's probably better to start getting ready now as opposed to waiting for reveille to jolt her awake.
<Joslyn> With any luck she'll have time for a quick shower and be able to brush her hair before tue rush comes.
<Oxford> She's fortunate; today is Sunday, and breakfast will be later than usual. Reveille, such as it is, is still nearly an hour away.
<Joslyn> Of course. With any luck even the novs would have the decency to not attack on a Sunday.
<Joslyn> …it's a small hope.
<Joslyn> A twenty minute shower is a luxury rarely afforded the girl. As such sue enjoys every minute of it, but that's all the more detail we're gonna get into.
<Joslyn> In any case after showering and dressing, she'll take a look at her watch. How much time does she have?
<Oxford> Still about a half hour before the dorm mother makes the rounds with her bell. The monastery is eerily silent without its usual bustle of students.
<Joslyn> As it should be. Monasteries were home to monks, after all. From the few things she read about them, vows of silence seemed to be a thing. But surely this place has to have a chapel of some kind.
<Joslyn> Probably more than one, actually.
<Oxford> The chapel is aglow with color as the rising sun strikes the stained-glass windows nearly dead-on. A vast prismatic mural dances across the far wall as Joslyn enters.
<Oxford> The pews are empty; the few nuns still in service here see to their prayers elsewhere.
- Joslyn sits down at the front-most pew and stares at the stained glass.
<Joslyn> "…do you believe in angels?"
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<Oxford> In vivid color, it depicts the Patron Saint of Lost Sailors, Cheswhick, reaching down from his row-boat towards a mass of hands clawinging up from the water.
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<Joslyn> "…" after muttering a short prayer, Joslyn stands and heads back to her room. Caitlin should probably be up by now…and maybe Elsa is back?
<Oxford> Above him, the Light of Heaven shines through the clouds to fall on his face, which glows benevolently. Despite the raging waves around him, the old man is smiling.
<Oxford> When she returns, Caitlin is just beginning to rise, sleep still in her eyes.
<Joslyn> "Hey…how you feeling?" Her voice is soft, seeing that Caitlin isn't entirely awake yet
<Caitlin> "…Oh, it's you. Good morning." She rubs her eyes and picks up her journal from her bed; must've fallen asleep before putting it away. "I'm fine, but what time is it?"
<Joslyn> "About fifteen minutes before we were gonna get tossed out of bed."
<Joslyn> "…did you see where Elsa went?"
<Caitlin> Green eyes slowly blink, "Oh, I see. I can't remember even seeing Elsa last night; why would she come in late and get up early?" Through the sleepy fog, Caitlin looks to see if Elsa's bed was slept in.
<Joslyn> "That's weird. Wonder what she was up to…"
<Caitlin> Deep thought. "Maybe she just got caught up in a good book and lost track of the time last night and then wanted to return to it as soon as she could in the morning?"
<Caitlin> "…No, not Elsa. I'm afraid she'd burn it instead of read it."
<Joslyn> "Afraid so. Wonder who we could talk to to figure out what happened…"
<Caitlin> "I don't want to go asking random people; it could be some private matter and that would just start rumors, wouldn't it? …Westfield? I don't want to invade Elsa's privacy…"
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<Joslyn> "…I suspect he'd know as much as anyone else…"
<Joslyn> "Shall we?" Joslyn stretches and scribbles a note in case whoever comes to check gets curious.
<Caitlin> "I suppose. Please excuse me for a moment." Caitlin disappears to change out of her nightgown and into uniform.
- Joslyn politely waits outside the dorm room for her to change
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<Caitlin> And she rejoins the party! "Where exactly are we going?"
<Oxford> Outside, a few of the other girls are waiting around before reveille. They stretch and yawn, uniforms slightly sloppier than they would get away with on a school day.
<Joslyn> "Westfield's office, I guess. If he isn't there, I'd say the mess?"
<Caitlin> She nods, "Please, lead the way." A quiet mutter, "This could be the start of a mystery novel."
- Joslyn starts heading over to the faculty offices.
<Oxford> The hallway to Westfield's office is familiar territory by now. The offices on the way are empty, with most of the faculty taking the weekend as a chance to sleep in.
<Caitlin> "Were you up long before me?"
<Joslyn> "Maybe twenty minutes? Just long enough to take a brief trip to the chapel…"
<Caitlin> "Oh, are you very religious?"
<Joslyn> "Oh yeah, and shower. Without anyone interrupting me. That was great…"
<Joslyn> "Not especially…you?"
<Caitlin> Shower. Add that to the mental to-do list. "No, I suppose not. These pendants raise more questions on religion than any book I've read can answer."
<Caitlin> The word pendants was whispered.
<Joslyn> "Yeah. I just figure if there is someone up there, it can't hurt to ask for a little guidance, right?" Joslyn pauses to knock on Major Westfield's door.
<Oxford> They've reached the door to Westfield's office. As usual, it is closed. The rapping sounds absurdly loud in the empty hallway, though in the distance the dorm-mother's bell can be heard.
<Oxford> There is a moment of silence, and then, from within: "Come in, ladies."
<Caitlin> "I suppose so." Caitlin waits for Joslyn to step in before following.
- Joslyn does so, closing the door behind her.
<Joslyn> "Major…I was wondering if you knew about Warrant Elsa's whereabouts." despite what it implies, she couldn't think of a better way to put it.
<Caitlin> "For more information, neither of us can recall seeing her since last night, and she never returned to the room, as far as we know."
<Oxford> Westfield sits at his desk as always. The only indicator of the early hour is a mug of coffee in his hand. One begins to wonder if he ever sleeps.
<Caitlin> no, he definitely sleeps, stop being unscientific
<Oxford> "I'm glad you came in; I was going to wait until reveille before getting you. I have some bad news about Warrant Officer Elsa. Have any of you heard the rumors?"
<Caitlin> "Rumors? No, I… don't talk to a lot of people."
<Joslyn> "…she isn't…?"
<Oxford> He nods. "Various wild theories are circulating about Ms. Elsa setting off a bomb in the shelter. Some also suggest that I was involved in subduing her afterwards. And then there are the people who have said she now has metre-long wings on her back…"
<Joslyn> "…I am gonna go out on a limb and guess most of that actually happened?"
<Caitlin> "Well, that's not fair to profile her like based on her background. None of that could have actually happened, surely?"
<Oxford> Westfield lets out a long sigh and slumps a bit in his chair. "Well, in a manner of speaking, yes, that's all fairly accurate."
<Caitlin> Quick as a magic trick, a pen and notepad appear in Caitlin's hands. "Please expand on whatever details you can."
<Joslyn> "I…I do hope she won't be too badly penalized for it."
<Joslyn> "I can't imagine she did it on purpose…"
<Oxford> "Though, to be clear, it wasn't so much a bomb as it was an unrestrained use of her powers." He gives Joslyn a severe look. "I'm afraid during her rampage she assaulted me and repeatedly refused to stand down. As a result…"
<Caitlin> "Rampage? What provoked her?"
<Joslyn> Something like that would make for a near immediate discharge
<Joslyn> "Is there any chance of having another warrant transfer in?"
<Oxford> "After I made my report last night, a unit from the research section was dispatched to convey her to their facility. They're currently investigating her case in preparation for a court-martial."
<Caitlin> "Excuse me? Are you so ready to forget about her, Joslyn? I'll ask again. What provoked her?" Caitlin is in investigator mode, determined and a bit cold.
<Joslyn> A sigh. She knew enough to know that Elsa's chances of returning were slim
<Joslyn> "She's gonna be court-martialed. Given what the Major's said, her chances of not being discharged are…low."
<Oxford> "From what I could tell, she became agitated shortly after the intercept yesterday above the port. No obvious catalyst was present."
<Oxford> "And unfortunately," the Major adds, nodding, "Warrant Joslyn is correct. Much as I'd like to, this isn't a civilian court; I can't just refuse to press charges and have it dropped."
<Caitlin> "You expect us to believe that Elsa simply happened to be in a bad mood and consequently decided to go on a demolition-rampage? What of the wings mentioned before? If she actually underwent some kind of… transformation? Have you considered the possibility that her state of mind had been altered as a side effect of the pendant. There's precedent of such a thing."
<Joslyn> "As much as I like her…the facts remain that she's in big trouble and probably won't be coming back. I liked having her around, but with the situation as it is…we can't go on pretending it's all happy and shit."
<Caitlin> "I'm doing no such thing! In fact, you're doing the opposite. I don't want an explanation crafted only to satisfy people's interest - I want the facts. That's the difference between history and a story."
<Oxford> "Warant O'Connell is correct, in that her use of her powers was likely at least partially the cause of this outburst. However, let me remind you all that Warrant Elsa has behaved violently in the past, and this event will be taken as a continuation of that pattern."
<Oxford> "Speaking honestly, much of the Upper Brass, and the Research Section specifically, would like to blame this entirely on her own mental instability and sweep it under the rug. I'd like to do my best to assure that doesn't happen."
<Joslyn> "So its covering their ass? Because then nothing can be blamed on them, right?
<Caitlin> "But what if that's not based on her own nature or will? Surely you remember the 'concussion' incident wherein some speech center of my brain apparently malfunctioned, only to return to normal shortly afterwards? My abilities have proven to be closely tied to words, and that strange phenomenon I experienced appeared to, as well. Elsa's powers seem based on fire, something with destructive,
<Caitlin> uncontrollable tendencies."
<Caitlin> Cough. "In conclusion, I'd like to suggest that the incidents were side effects of the pendants and not her own psychological failures. How can you blame us for equipment that causes such things?"
<Joslyn> "…Caitlin." Joslyn locks eyes with her. "We know the truth. But if it gets out, then it's gonna cause more headaches for the Brass and R&D. They aren't gonna do it."
<Joslyn> "I'm not saying it's right. But that's what the government is gonna want to happen."
<Oxford> Westfield nods, frowning. "A fair point, Warrant O'Connell, but I can't help but notice you didn't assault or attempt to murder anyone during your 'incident'. And regardless of who's to blame, a soldier that can't avoid doing so is demonstrably unfit for continued duty."
<Caitlin> "They'll regret that. I don't intend to quit here and now, but you may want to consider locking me up, too, because I'll see to it that this gets out someday."
<Oxford> "I don't like it any more than you do, but the odds of Warrant Elsa returning to this unit are vanishingly small. There's only one thing we can do to help her at this point."
<Joslyn> "Hey, don't talk like that. I want the truth to come out to. I just…I can see how it'll play out. If it does come out, it would be far too late."
<Caitlin> "That's my own fortune to have a power that's less violent by nature. I would argue that Elsa is more dedicated to the military than I am, by far. Furthermore, I think we all showed enough dedication to not just put ourselves in danger, but expose our bodies and minds to the twisting effects of the devices the government provided us. It's the pendants that need fixed, not Elsa."
<Joslyn> "you aren't the ones you have to convince." Joslyn raises her hands. "But the people you would have to convince likely won't listen."
<Oxford> Westfield's voice is not raised, but it sharpens noticably. "That's quite enough, ladies."
<Caitlin> Caitlin takes a deep breath. "I suppose you're right. I'll start sending letters out to said officials. Mister Westfield, where can I find the appropriate addresses?"
<Oxford> "Now as I've been trying to say, there are steps we can take to help Warrant Elsa. The first of which is to go to the research facility and provide statements regarding the events leading up to her outburst."
<Oxford> "I'm not encouraging you to lie, you understand. But anything you can say that might shift the blame away from her…" He trails off.
<Joslyn> "…Of course."
<Caitlin> Caitlin says nothing in order to avoid looking like a hypocrite.
<Oxford> He sighs. "This is how the game is played, ladies. Much as you might doubt it, I want what's best for this unit, and that means wanting what's best for every officer /in/ said unit."
<Caitlin> But obviously that's purely professional and he would let go of any of them easily enough. Caitlin sighs. That's how the game is played
<Joslyn> "I understand." Joslyn calms down a bit.
[20:53:51] <Caitlin> "But, about the addresses…?"
[20:54:47] <Joslyn> "Forget it. No need to mail them when we're gonna be deposed."
[20:55:31] <~Oxford> Major Westfield smiles grimly. "The people we're dealing with aren't the sort of people you can just mail out of the blue. Some of them don't even exist in the legal sense."
[20:56:58] <Caitlin> "But… How can anyone like that be held accountable for anything they do? And wouldn't they be lost to history, effectively?" At the moment, Caitlin seems confused. And a bit suspicious.
[20:57:58] <Joslyn> "Some people live their entire lives without anyone knowing their name." Joslyn muses. "they don't want history to remember them. Not being able to take blame may well be part of the point."
[20:58:44] <Caitlin> "But that's manipulating history and distorting the truth! That's not right."
[20:58:53] <~Oxford> "History, as they say, is written by the victors. And if - when, I should say - this comes out, it'll be written in the glow of post-war patriotism. It wasn't so long ago I was in your shoes." Westfield gets a lonely, wistful look in his eye. "Maybe some day I'll tell you about it."
[21:00:37] <Joslyn> "Right only matters if you win, Kate. If Elsa loses her court martial, it won't make a difference in the world how right we were or how right she was. She'll have lost, and that'd be the only thing that matters."
[21:01:00] <~Oxford> "Listen, girls. It's a Sunday, so now's as good a time as any. The facility is about six hours away by car; we can be there by mid-afternoon if we leave now."
[21:01:36] <Joslyn> "…Surely even the novs won't attack on a Sunday, right?"
[21:02:10] <Caitlin> "Well, I will do everything I can to share the truth. Wait, you mean we can actually go right now?"
[21:04:31] <~Oxford> "Of course. The more up-front we are in this investigation, the better. As for the Novs… given their weird, pagan practices, I doubt they even /have/ Sunday over there."
[21:04:44] <Caitlin> "…Please take us there."
[21:05:25] <Joslyn> "In that case…I'd like to request that you bring two pendants, on the off chance that an attack happens while we're there. I pray it doesn't, but if it does…"
[21:07:00] <~Oxford> He nods. "I'd planned to, but I appreciate you thinking ahead. Warrants, meet me at the garage immediately after breakfast. Dismissed."
[21:07:34] * Joslyn nods and holds the door for Caitlin
[21:09:14] <Caitlin> Caitlin steps out with a nod of thanks to both of them and sets off towards the mess hall at a hurried pace.
[21:09:52] * Joslyn quickly follows. She doesnt need to be a mind reader to see the disdain on her wingman's face.
[21:12:15] <Caitlin> At the moment, Caitlin's less concerned with expressing her discontent and more interested in eating quickly and getting on the road.
[21:15:49] <Joslyn> "…If there is a way to save her…We'll find it, alright?"
[21:16:59] <Caitlin> "Do you promise?"
[21:17:48] <Joslyn> "…you think I want to see her leave? Yeah, I promise."
[21:19:18] <Caitlin> "Please don't break it." Caitlin perks up a little bit, "Care to join me for breakfast?"
[21:19:34] <Joslyn> "I'd love to."
[21:26:17] <~Oxford> Breakfast is a hurried affair; eggs, sausage, and toast with not nearly enough jam. Soon they are finished and ready to meet Westfield by the old stable, which has been converted to a large multi-car garage.
[21:27:51] * Joslyn took a moment to put on a jacket before coming out. "You shouldn't be that down, you still have what, three kills? I only have six…" they appear to be comparing counts. No prizes for guessing where Elsa ranks among them.
[21:30:17] <Caitlin> "I don't really pride myself on that. I understand the necessity and have been able to bring myself to do it without trouble, but it's not something I'm proud of myself for. It's easiest to see them as statistics - it's not like we have to see their faces."
[21:30:47] <Joslyn> "Only two more and you get to start pestering Westy for a rai-" Oh. He's right there. "thanks for taking us, major."
[21:31:37] <~Oxford> The weather is unseasonably warm - summerlike, with a hot, muggy layer of mist already mostly burned away. For this early in the morning, today may end up being the hottest fall day in recent memory.
[21:32:32] <Joslyn> "…I'm not gonna need this am I?" Welp, so much for her jacket.
[21:33:34] <~Oxford> "We'll just be a moment," Westfield says. "I got a call over breakfast; we're waiting on one more."
[21:33:52] <Joslyn> "One…more?"
[21:34:07] <Caitlin> "Oh, is Miss Flaurentine coming?"
[21:35:02] <~Oxford> He manages a smile. "Good guess, O'Connell. Warrant Flamenca requested- acutally, that looks like them now."
[21:37:01] <~Oxford> A very sharp-looking two-seat convertible comes into view through the monastery gates. The driver is a large man in a military uniform and driving gloves. Next to him, in the passenger seat, sits a familiar young girl.
[21:38:28] <Flaurentine> A familiar young girl known for a permanent blush on her face; only this time, it's completely red, maybe even a little moreso than the sun is right about now. And considering the heat, that says plenty. She's sitting in an uncomfortable position trying to avoid staring up at him, and Caitlin doesn't even need to look in her eyes to see it. The kid's in her Sunday best, too.
[21:38:38] <Joslyn> "Good Morning! :D" Joslyn waves at Flauri, her hair now held back by a silver hairband.
[21:40:27] <Joslyn> Caitlin would realize she didn't have it in at breakfast. Or at all until just now.
[21:40:38] <Flaurentine> "G-Good morning." It begins! And good thing it's a convertible. But with no room to curtsey inside the vehicle she only gives a small bowed head to both of them, smile unfading.
[21:41:22] <Caitlin> "I'm happy to see that you're coming with us, Miss Flaurentine." Caitlin glances at Joslyn a bit disapprovingly; they didn't need to accidentally create another incident while on the way to fix the last one, after all!
[21:41:47] <~Oxford> "Luke, old chum! It's been too long!" The large man hoists himself out of the convertible, which seems to lack doors, and throws an arm around Major Westfield.
[21:43:20] <Flaurentine> "T… Thank you very much. I… um…" Every word makes her whole body shake as she looks up almost requesting approval, but manages to at least keep eye contact with Caitlin. "Am… honored to… see you again." Shakeshake.
[21:43:46] <Joslyn> "Don't look at me like that." Joslyn whispers to Caitlin. "Trust me, I am in total control over this. It's nothing."
[21:44:54] * Flaurentine steps out aware she's embarrassing herself enough, straightening out her outfit upon doing so. Making sure everything's tied, reeling in the heat, the usual.
[21:45:16] <~Oxford> "Major Donal-" The embrace catchs Westfield mid-sentance, and he coughs in surprise, but then returns it with a smile. "And good to see you, old man. That's Warrant Flamenca, I see."
[21:45:34] <Caitlin> Shakeshake? Shakespeare. "We should discuss what sort of play we might all attend… Unless you changed your mind?"
[21:46:28] <Flaurentine> She'd almost head-tilt before letting the embarrassment go to her head, provoking only a bigger smile and the obligatory curtsey once she's out. "Yes, Sir. I-It's a pleasure."
[21:46:59] <Caitlin> And to Joslyn, she quickly whispers, "I just don't want anything to go wrong now of all times. I'm sorry if I'm coming across as rude, but please understand why I'm nervous."
[21:47:24] <Joslyn> "Umm…Warrant Officer Joslyn Parnocus, Albean Air Force. It's good to meet you." Major, right? Right. Joslyn salutes at the man.
[21:47:29] <~Oxford> "Major Donalds has told me how much you've been improving lately. Good for you." Westfield gives her an approving nod.
[21:48:52] <~Oxford> Donalds chuckles at the salute. "Standing on regulations, I see, Luke." Then he stiffens like a board and returns Joslyn's motion with the crispest salute she's ever seen.
[21:48:57] <Flaurentine> "Thank you… Sir." Whispertime only lasts so long as the much smaller girl approaches the other magicians, still trying to keep a polite appearance to the adults. Actually, as much as she'd want to speak up about the play from the blush on her face she's at a total loss for words. Or at the very least, doesn't ACTUALLY say anything else to them.
[21:50:11] * Joslyn blushes a little. She hadn't been saluted to in…well, ever.
[21:51:13] <~Oxford> "Fine group of girls you've got here," he adds, giving everyone a smile. "Keep my old war-buddy out of mischief, eh ladies?" He favors Caitlin with a wink.
[21:51:44] * Flaurentine faints. … Just kidding, but it sure looks like it wouldn't be surprising if she did.
[21:53:00] <Caitlin> Caitlin is probably the one who would be least impressed by… whoever this guy is. Still, she nods gravely, "I shall see to it his conscience stays in line."
[21:53:39] <~Oxford> "At any rate, you've got places to be." He walks back to his car. On the way, he gives Flaurentine a pat on the head with one massive hand and whispers something that only she hears. Then he hops back into the vehicle and starts the engine.
[21:54:54] <~Oxford> "Good hunting, girls!" The convertible speeds off, taking Major Rolph Donalds with it.
[21:55:16] <Flaurentine> A curtsey back to him because that's the only response she can ever muster to anybody. Well, that and an understanding nod before she goes straight for it. "Thank you very much!" It takes all the effort she has to not dash off waving.
[21:56:54] <Flaurentine> "I… hope you don't mind if I… come with you. I-I'm worried too." It comes out to the girls before she turns around and the blush melts like snow in the summer. Assuming it WERE possible for it to snow in the summer at all, that is. That's not to say it isn't there at all though.
[21:57:47] <~Oxford> It's certainly possible to be summer in mid-autumn, at any rate. The air is uncomfortably warm.
[21:57:57] <Caitlin> "Not at all, we're pleased to have the company for the ride. Right, Joslyn?"
[21:58:13] <Joslyn> "Of course."
[21:59:18] <Flaurentine> Calmdowncalmdowncalmdown. As much as Flauri stands still and lets her hair flutter, it's painfully evident that she's incredibly flustered still and taking every measure to tone it down. Deep breaths.
[21:59:29] <~Oxford> Westfield consciously straightens up and fixes his tie. "As he said, we should get started. My car is the black AutoVal over there; it's unlocked."
[22:00:15] <Flaurentine> A very tiny salute is given to him, befitting of the tiny hand performing it. "I understand, sir."
[22:01:11] * Joslyn takes the passenger seat of the car, unless there's a chauffeur in which case Westfield would ride point and she'll take the seat behind his
[22:01:45] <Caitlin> Caitlin, on the other hand, appears to be able to forget her own concerns for the moment. The spectacle that is Flaurentine always proves to be rather distracting. "Please, do relax. You'll give yourself an episode by the time we arrive if you bother yourself so much." Caitlin crawls into the backseat of the car.
[22:02:37] * Flaurentine shuffles into the back seat REGARDLESS of what's there. There was only one reason as to why she'd ever ride in the passenger's seat and currently, that reason isn't there. So, she has trouble resisting giggling while entering next to Caitlin's seat.
[22:03:00] <~Oxford> Wishful thinking; much as he'd like one, Westfield doesn't rate a chauffeur. He spends a moment reflecting on the full staff he'd have in any other unit and sighs.
[22:03:59] <Flaurentine> "I'm so- I… I mean, my deepest apologies. I'm still…" A tiny pause is given after getting comfortable in the seat, in the same stuffy position with both hands in her lap as usual, "… I'm still learning everything again." The smile on her face doesn't change at all during, but then again neither does the blush.
[22:04:55] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods, "Learning is wonderful. If you need help with your studies, I'm sure I could tutor you."
[22:05:17] <~Oxford> Westfield starts the car and maneuvers it out the academy's gate. It is an older model, and the leather seats are showing the years.
[22:06:20] <Caitlin> "Hey Joslyn, having fun in front? You'll be missing out on all the excitement Miss Flaurentine and I get into." Caitlin's teasing skills could probably use a bit of work.
[22:06:39] <Flaurentine> … Right, she doesn't know. Almost in relief, her eyes shoot up at the older redhead, before the smile makes its presence known again. "Right. I'll be sure to ask someday!"
[22:07:58] <Joslyn> "Right. Because obviously there's so much the two of you can do in the back seat of a moving car without anyone noticing."
[22:08:47] <~Oxford> Westfield is studiously keeping his eyes on the road, but he let's out a soft sigh. This could end up being a long ride…
[22:08:51] <Flaurentine> Head-tilt. Flauri is genuinely confused at this statement and her eyes almost begin watering in the 'oh no, did I do something wrong' sense. Fortunately they don't.
[22:11:30] <Caitlin> "Don't worry about her, Miss Flaurentine." Hey, where did that book come from? Who knows, but Caitlin's reading a book on law, now.
[22:12:11] <Joslyn> Probably the library. Joslyn isn't gonna question it. A six hour car trip - might as well try to take a nap
[22:12:11] <Flaurentine> A little squeak comes out in response as Flauri's hands clench themselves on her outfit and she starts looking around. But then an even smaller sigh of relief a few seconds later upon realizing what the book is.
[22:14:51] <~Oxford> Several hours go by in varying states of boredom. The route to the facilty takes them through the low foothills and into the country's interior, over rolling fields and through deep forests. Along the way, they pass through several military check-points; Westfield's ID is enough for the guards to wave them through.
[22:15:50] <Flaurentine> And the guards have probably never seen such a cheerful face smiling at them. Well, unless they have kids at home or something, especially toddlers, in which case they probably have. But the one they see is likely still up there.
[22:16:12] <~Oxford> The Major estimated they'd be stopped at least a half-dozen times on the way; stop number six appears to be coming up right around that next bend…
[22:16:53] <Joslyn> "…gwetheryet?" Joslyn mutters as she wakes up from her nap
[22:16:57] <Caitlin> And it's not until the 6th stop that Caitlin looks up from her book, "Oh, have we arrived?"
[22:17:44] <Flaurentine> "I… I'm sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you anything. But… ah…" Attentive Flauri points ahead of them, at least, finally moving a hand from her lap. Well, maybe she pulled something out in secret during the trip, but whatever it was it's long-gone now.
[22:18:40] <~Oxford> The car slows as it comes to the barricade. Though nothing looks different, Westfield seems on edge. There are no guards in sight, though a small stand has been set up nearby. "Ladies," he says, apprehension in his voice, "get out of the car."
[22:19:49] <Caitlin> This had better not be a fucking trap. Caitlin lets Flaurentine exit the vehicle before doing so herself, "I'd say we have."
[22:19:52] <Joslyn> "…ambush, do you think?" Joslyn doesn't need to be told twice.
[22:19:53] <Flaurentine> "… Yes Sir." That's two of them with over-the-top seriousness now, but only one visibly shaking. And the latter certainly isn't Westfield.
[22:20:30] * Flaurentine exits with a nod of thanks, of course. Over to the side she faces away from the group for a few seconds before turning back to attention.
[22:20:41] <~Oxford> As he opens his door, he picks up the leather case he carries with him at all times. With it in-hand, he approaches the hastily-built guardhouse.
[22:21:20] * Joslyn looks to find cover behind a tree or something. Even the car if that's the best thing there is.
[22:22:00] <~Oxford> "Well. Well. Well," says a voice from within. A man in an Army uniform steps out of the shack, grinning wickedly. "If it isn't Major Westfield."
[22:22:07] * Flaurentine doesn't. Either it's the knowledge that she can get out safely or just flat-out stupidity, but instead of hiding she follows Westfield, with a tense face.
[22:22:08] <Caitlin> Caitlin whispers so as to avoid upsetting Flaurentine, "Joslyn, what exactly is happening here?"
[22:22:42] <Joslyn> "Nothing good. Remember what you learned a few days ago? Ethics aside I think we could really use it here."
[22:23:32] <~Oxford> Westfield's face is tight. "Captain Reiker," he says flatly. The phrase is in no way a greeting.
[22:23:54] <Caitlin> "B-but, that's… What if I make everything worse?"
[22:24:31] <~Oxford> "That's Major Reiker, now," he says with a smirk. "Finally caught up with my old war buddy, you see."
[22:24:31] <Joslyn> "how could you? Whatever you did to me, I had no way of knowing until you told me. You're in the clear."
[22:24:32] <Flaurentine> Flauri's tense face turns into a childish attempt at a glare, although the blush doesn't leave. She's close enough behind the man to almost be clinging, and for a very good reason. Definitely not actually clinging, of course.
[22:26:10] <~Oxford> "You don't mean-" Westfield is cut off as two other figures exit the shack behind Reiker. Two young, female figures, with shiny silver pendants around their necks.
[22:26:33] <Joslyn> "I need you to trust me Kate. It could be the dif-" oh bloody hell. This can't end well.
[22:26:49] <Caitlin> "But if I lost control, that'd make everything worse. I don't think this guy's an enemy, is he?"
[22:27:40] <Joslyn> "Forget it. We need to be ready to fight." it's at this point that Joslyn joins the fray, flanking Major Westfield.
[22:28:26] <~Oxford> "Let's talk about this, Reiker. Alone." Westfield sizes up the two girls behind the thin officer facing him.
[22:29:08] <Flaurentine> "… Sir…" As much as Flaurentine would like to say something, she can only whisper to the air and stand to attention. A hand reaches into a pocket, just in case.
[22:29:30] * Joslyn staaaaaaares at the man. It's obvious what she wants to do. "we may not get another chance" she mutters
[22:29:42] <Caitlin> 2d6+8 mind reading
[22:29:43] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, mind reading: 20 [2d6=6,6]
[22:31:19] <Caitlin> 2d6 anyway explosive
[22:31:20] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, anyway explosive: 9 [2d6=5,4]
[22:32:46] <Caitlin> "I hope you're right, Joslyn." Caitlin stares intensely at the man, seeking to penetrate his thoughts with her magic. Perhaps a bit TOO much magic.
[22:36:17] <~Oxford> She can feel her vision focusing in on his face, then on his eyes, until Caitlin's entire field of vision is filled by the tiny black spot at the very center. And within it, smaller than a page of a book held at arms length, are words.
[22:37:13] <~Oxford> -finallyatlastthebastardnowivegothimhesminehellpay-
[22:37:59] <~Oxford> Westfield slowly sets the briefcase holding the flight's focus pendants on the ground and takes a slow step towards the shack, gesturing for Reiker to follow him.
[22:38:41] <~Oxford> -andthistimehewontescapewontcheatmewontbeatmehesmine-
[22:38:45] * Flaurentine flinches a hand once or twice and follows behind him unless blatantly stopped by something. Eyes, full of DETERMINATION.
[22:39:05] <Caitlin> Oh boy. "M-Mister Westfield, could I have a moment with you in private, please!" Her voice is urgent and panicky.
[22:38:58] <@Oxford> Sharp, ladies.
[22:39:03] <@Oxford> roll it.
[22:39:08] <Joslyn> 2d6+6
[22:39:08] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 2d6+6: 15 [2d6=5,4]
[22:39:14] <Caitlin> 2d6+8
[22:39:15] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 2d6+8: 16 [2d6=3,5]
[22:39:22] <Flaurentine> 2d6+8 THERE'S NOTHING I CAN'T SEE
[22:39:23] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, THERE'S NOTHING I CAN'T SEE: 13 [2d6=4,1]
[22:39:27] <Flaurentine> EXCEPT WHATEVER THIS IS
[22:40:06] <~Oxford> -thatduelwasriggedmydisgracewasplannedhestoleithestoleithestoleit-
[22:40:48] * Joslyn states at Caitlin, opening her mind up. <Is he in danger?>
[22:42:16] <~Oxford> Joslyn and Caitlin both notice the clasps on the briefcase, normally locked tight, are flipped open. Westfield takes another step toward Reiker, hands open and empty.
[22:43:10] <~Oxford> -stoletheglorystolethevictorystolethehonorstolethemoney-
[22:43:49] <Caitlin> Deep breath - control is key. Caitlin rushes over to position herself between the two men, "Mister Westfield, this man plans to do you harm!"
[22:43:56] <~Oxford> -stolemyinheiritancestolemyparentsstolemypromotionstolem-
[22:43:56] <Flaurentine> Hand not removing itself from her pocket, the other hand reaches up to nervously tug on her bow tie or whatever part of her outfit around her neck is appropriately there and cute. Timid steps trail the men, asserting Westfield is within diving-at range.
[22:44:18] <Joslyn> It's at that point that Joslyn makes for the case.
[22:44:31] <@Oxford> ARRAYS
[22:45:33] <Caitlin> 683
[22:46:06] <Flaurentine> probably 354 just in case though
[22:46:19] <Joslyn> Going to dump 2 from aggro into magic since it's been more than an hour. 965 mfh
[22:46:46] <Joslyn> Actually it's 966
[22:50:37] * Oxford changes topic to 'Joslyn > Paige > Madison > Caitlin > Flauri'
[22:55:23] * Joslyn quickly cracks open the briefcase and grabs two pendants. She knows they'll be needed, but attacking…no. Don't do anything stupid until you're being engaged. She'll still snap it on, and have the other one thrown to Caitlin.
[22:56:10] <Joslyn> "We haven't done anything to you - and we're all on the same side. Can't we just get along?"
[22:56:07] <@Oxford> Cait: roll Cool to catch it under pressure, DC 12
[22:56:17] <Caitlin> Unless someone intercepts the toss, Caitlin clutches onto the tossed pendant.
[22:56:29] <Caitlin> 2d6+6
[22:56:30] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 2d6+6: 14 [2d6=2,6]
[22:57:31] * Joslyn mouths "do not engage" at Caitlin to make sure she gets it. She doesn't want to attack unless the others give her a reason
[23:00:29] <@Oxford> 2d6+9 My apologies. That feel when you're attacked.
[23:00:29] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, My apologies. That feel when you're attacked.: 15 [2d6=2,4]
[23:00:46] <Caitlin> that feel when I can type 126 wpm
[23:00:52] <Joslyn> RANC
[23:01:07] <Flaurentine> 4d6+5 that feel when I only have 5 to defend with… but mash like a fucker
[23:01:09] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, that feel when I only have 5 to defend with… but mash like a fucker: 18 [4d6=1,4,4,4]
[23:01:11] <~Oxford> The girl to Reiker's left transforms in a flash of gold and green light. Her costume is a deep green kilt with a white blouse, and a matching scarf. A halberd with a chainsaw-blade appears in her hand as she dives towards Flaurentine.
[23:03:31] <Flaurentine> "Aaaaah!" The weapon is a godforsaken horrifying one, as there's a gargantuan burst of energy causing Flauri to warp away from the slice. Fortunately for her case she's on the other side of Westfield as she does so, taking a second to fret and observe the mismatched hands she suddenly has. And how much of a pain it's going to be to use them. Drillhair too, that's probably something to look at.
[23:04:23] <Joslyn> "CEASE FIRE!" While it's unlikely to help Joslyn yells it out anyway
[23:05:37] <~Oxford> The first girl's attack digs a deep furrow in the ground as Flaurentine warps out of the way. The blade roars, throwing a shower of dirt up as she glances around for her target.
[23:06:20] <@Oxford> 5d6+7 All the OC in the world; Madison indeed.
[23:06:21] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, All the OC in the world: 25 [5d6=4,6,1,2,5]
[23:06:34] <@Oxford> 1d6
[23:06:34] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 5 [1d6=5]
[23:09:35] <~Oxford> The second has already transformed while the other attacked - now rusty iron armor, ill-fitted and covered in rivets, encloses her body. A steamstack protrudes above her head, belching hot white steam as she hurtles forwards, swinging wildly with piston-driven fists aimed directly at Caitlin.
[23:10:54] <Caitlin> 4d6+8 counting on some sixes here
[23:10:54] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, counting on some sixes here: 28 [4d6=6,6,2,6]
[23:11:14] <Caitlin> 3d6
[23:11:15] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 3d6: 8 [3d6=1,6,1]
[23:11:21] <Caitlin> 1d6 6
[23:11:22] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 6: 1 [1d6=1]
[23:12:39] <Caitlin> The incriminating words from Reiker's mind appear in the air as a ring around Caitlin, spinning around for the world to see before shifting into the quill pen, robes, and… spectacles? Weird. Anyway, the words from Reiker's mind actually reappear again to shield Caitlin from the trainattack.
[23:16:57] <Flaurentine> 2d6+4 this first, seems like support is the best thing to use when transformed
[23:16:59] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, this first, seems like support is the best thing to use when transformed: 11 [2d6=6,1]
[23:17:02] <Flaurentine> 1d6 k
[23:17:03] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, k: 5 [1d6=5]
[23:17:43] <Caitlin> 2d6 oh boy here we go
[23:17:43] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, oh boy here we go: 8 [2d6=6,2]
[23:18:00] <Flaurentine> A loud gasp is taken as everybody else springs to action, provoking the drillhaired girl in her ridiculous outfit to do the same. Or rather, the combination of seriousness and worry on her face shoots to the maximum, toppling the silliness, while a hand stretches itself out as her feet stomp against the ground to do nothing other than leap forward. "Take my hand, Mis-" Despite being a demand and not a question, Major Westfield isn't given much time to answer considering as soon as her hand touches his they both flicker out of existence while she clamps her eyes closed in terror. And upon the passing of a few milliseconds at the most, there's a loud VWOOP. While it's entirely plausible that Flauri was SO terrified that her thoughts leaked straight out of her head and filled the air with a stench of 'Ihopehe'snotmadatmeafterthis' or somesuch, the only thing that can physically be made out is the fact that neither of them are there anymore. Which could be either an incredibly good or an incredibly bad thing. … And afterward her sentence finishes itself off, without a voice to say it. "I mean sir!"
[23:24:31] <Caitlin> Black ink flows around Caitlin, crackling like electricity as it spreads. In confusion and horror she screams before being enveloped - the mass splits like an amoeba, leaving two black shapes covered in a quickly vanishing black shroud. One of Caitlin in her uniform, the other of her in full costume.
[23:25:28] <Joslyn> "I SAID CEA-" Woah. Like, seriously. WOAH. "umm…"
[23:27:12] <Caitlin> "I-I didn't mean to… What just happened?" Caitlin, the normal, wills the doppelganger to back away, and strangely enough it does. With this in mind, Caitlin frantically attempts to focus on the word "Fire." It always worked for Elsa, didn't it?
[23:27:18] <Caitlin> 2d6+6
[23:27:18] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 2d6+6: 14 [2d6=6,2]
[23:27:29] <Caitlin> on MADison
[23:28:32] <Caitlin> 1d6
[23:28:32] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 1d6: 1 [1d6=1]
[23:29:25] <@Oxford> 3d6+6 True facts, one of these girls is a horrible person.
[23:29:26] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, True facts, one of these girls is a horrible person.: 23 [3d6=6,6,5]
[23:29:40] <@Oxford> 2d6
[23:29:41] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 2d6: 8 [2d6=3,5]
[23:29:50] <@Oxford> She didn't mean to be that horrible, though
[23:31:05] <Caitlin> And the doppelCaitlin splashes ink in Madison's direction, igniting along the way. "Why is this happening?"
[23:31:42] <Joslyn> "Questions later, getting not killed now!"
[23:31:45] <~Oxford> Angry flames engulf the iron-clad girl, lashing viciously at her armor. The steamstack on her back goes into overdrive, kicking out massive clouds of white smoke, but she emerges from the blast unharmed.
[23:34:23] * Oxford changes topic to 'Paige > Joslyn > Caitlin > Madison'
[23:35:33] <~Oxford> The girl with the halberd leaps back toward her companion, setting her weapon at the ready. "Gotcha covered, Madi!" she shouts over the din.
[23:37:43] <Joslyn> Quicksilver coats Joslyn's form as she finally transforms, a pair of steel repeating crossbows in her hands.
[23:38:11] <Joslyn> "Think one of you can help me, Caitlin?"
[23:39:37] <Caitlin> "I'll concentrate and give it a try."
[23:39:55] <Joslyn> "Okay then. Let's do this!"
[23:40:13] <Joslyn> 3d6+9+2
[23:40:14] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 3d6+9+2: 19 [3d6=4,2,2]
[23:40:46] <Caitlin> 3d6+6+2 I can't really afford much more OC
[23:40:47] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, I can't really afford much more OC: 21 [3d6=1,6,6]
[23:41:06] <Caitlin> 2d6
[23:41:07] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 2d6: 4 [2d6=2,2]
[23:43:17] <@Oxford> 3d6+6 but yeah
[23:43:17] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, but yeah: 15 [3d6=5,2,2]
[23:43:31] <@Oxford> (also, way not to follow my own advice)
[23:44:10] <@Oxford> Caitlin hits. Also, my bad, should've read at "+4" if that was against Paige.
[23:44:43] <Caitlin> 1d6+6+2
[23:44:44] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 1d6+6+2: 10 [1d6=2]
[23:46:41] <@Oxford> 2d6+2 Also, Joslyn takes
[23:46:42] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Also, Joslyn takes: 8 [2d6=1,5]
[23:46:44] * Joslyn shoots a fistful of steel arrows at the green and white magical girl
[23:48:02] <Caitlin> Magicaitlin just points the pen in the non-Train's direction and fires a black and white stream of energy.
[23:48:45] <~Oxford> She twirls the halberd in a swirling disk as she leaps forward, scattering the arrows in all directions. The chainsaw blade arcs down on Joslyn and connects, buzzing and sparking as it crashes against her armor and bits into her side.
[23:49:11] <Joslyn> "Gah!"
[23:51:55] <~Oxford> The green-and-gold woman is defenseless, preoccupied with her attack. Caitlin's beam catches her full-force in the side and tosses her hard into the guard shack, sending shattered wood flying.
[18:41:23] * Oxford changes topic to 'No Unauthorized Personnel Past This Point'
[18:49:05] <~Oxford> With a low-pitched pop, Flaurentine and Major Westfield reappear next to a chain-link fence in the middle of a thick forest. On the other side, several non-descript buildings are visible.
[18:49:52] * Flaurentine takes a deep breath, unable to finish her sentence, then a look around. A frantic one, but feeling her duty once assured there aren't any hostiles around the costume POOFs off for ease of communication.
[18:52:10] <Flaurentine> "I… I apologize, Sir." Even without the goofy costume, she's panting heavily. "But… I think it's less dangerous here."
[18:53:34] <~Oxford> The Major ended up sprawled ignominiously nearby. He gets to his feet and flattens his collar back down properly. "Ah, no, good call. Where did you bring us, Warrant Flamenca?"
[18:54:40] <Flaurentine> "I…" Some timid shuffling, though her first goal is to make sure the Major isn't hurt. She's not even sure what her powers can do to others, and that's terrifying. "I'm not for sure, sir. All I know is that it was my duty to make sure a superior officer wasn't in the line of fire, so I thought about somewhere far away and…"
[18:56:29] <~Oxford> "Quick thinking on your part, but…" The officer looks around, trying to get his bearings. "I believe this is the research facility, actually. The others are likely still engaged."
[18:57:33] <Flaurentine> A hand grasps the pendant around her neck, with a face full of almost childish determination. "Will you be able to find cover? I… think I can engage them again."
[18:59:56] <~Oxford> "I'm going to make entry and search for Warrant Elsa," he nods, clasping his hands behind his back. "I'm fine here, so by all means, get back in the fight."
[19:00:54] <Flaurentine> With a warm smile embracing her face, little Flauri gives a salute reminiscent of her own superior's. "Yes Sir! Please be careful." Following, the pendant lights up as does her entire outfit, ending in a VWOOP.
[19:01:18] <~Oxford> -
[19:01:39] <~Oxford> Meanwhile, at the checkpoint in the forest…
[19:02:39] <~Oxford> The green-and-gold woman is defenseless, preoccupied with her attack. Caitlin's beam catches her full-force in the side and tosses her hard into the guard shack, sending shattered wood flying.
[19:05:21] * Oxford changes topic to 'Paige>Joslyn>Caitlin>Madison'
[19:05:48] * Joslyn looks around for the other major. This was bad. Like really really bad. There was really only one way to try and stop this.
[19:07:11] <~Oxford> The girl in the rusty iron armor hurtles into the air, propelled by jets of steam from her heavy boots. At the zenith of her arc, she clenchs her gauntlet into a fist and swings it down towards Joslyn.
[19:07:45] <@Oxford> 5d6+5 Remember this whore?
[19:07:45] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Remember this whore?: 16 [5d6=3,1,4,1,2]
[19:08:31] <@Joslyn> 3d6+6 I could do better than that…right?
[19:08:32] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, I could do better than that…right?: 19 [3d6=2,5,6]
[19:08:41] <@Joslyn> 1d6 wasn't clashing
[19:08:42] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, wasn't clashing: 1 [1d6=1]
[19:09:32] <Joslyn> And her fist gets caught by Joslyn's own armored hand, before wrenching it away. "Stop this!"
[19:10:00] <@Oxford> Top of the next round; arrays.
[19:10:11] <Flaurentine> NOW 543
[19:10:20] <@Joslyn> Sticking to 966
[19:10:30] <Caitlin> Hm
[19:10:37] <Caitlin> How many attacks have I dodged?
[19:10:42] <Caitlin> Just the one by madison, right?
[19:10:47] <@Oxford> Yeah, just that one.
[19:11:01] <Caitlin> Alright, 683
[19:12:16] * Oxford changes topic to 'Paige > Joslyn > Madison > Caitlin > Flauri'
[19:14:23] <~Oxford> The girl in the plaid skirt rushes to her comrade's side and sets her halberd defensively. "Reiker's clear, Madi. I'll cover you."
[19:15:15] <Joslyn> Dammit. Where IS Reiker?
[19:17:08] <~Oxford> The scarf-wearing combatant is correct, she realizes. The thin, hostile officer is nowhere to be seen.
[19:18:16] <Joslyn> "…why are you doing this?" Joslyn stands up and stares at the two of them, weapons holstered. "We're fighting the novs, same as you. Can't we just let this go before we all end up in the brig?"
[19:21:51] <~Oxford> The steam-powered pugilist breaths heavily from behind her helmet, alternatively clenching each fist. She takes a half-step back and whispers, "She's right, Paige - they're like us."
[19:22:53] <Joslyn> "I dont really want to hurt you two. And I'm pretty sure you don't want to hurt us. What Reiker and Westfield have between them isn't our business."
[19:24:42] <~Oxford> "You saw'em go for their weapons, Madi. If we hadn't been here…"
[19:25:29] <Joslyn> "Do you think we would have done that without you? I just…I wanted to make sure we stayed safe."
[19:27:31] <Joslyn> "remember. We didn't transform until we were attacked. At least hear us out, please?"
[19:29:00] <Caitlin> Caitlin casts her gaze towards Paige, watching carefully for deeper signs of her reaction. "We had good reason. I'm sure you've seen that you've developed powers by now, right? Well, so have we, and mine strongly, strongly indicated that Major Reiker was about to enact some sort of revenge on Major Westfield for events that occurred in the past. You were armed from the very beginning,
[19:29:01] <Caitlin> I should add."
[19:30:55] <~Oxford> "We didn't attack 'til you tried to transform!" Paige insists, a little indignantly. And within her eyes, Caitlin sees the girl's surface-most thoughts scrolling past like a stock ticker:
[19:31:29] <~Oxford> -honestlywhatthehellifthepolicehavetheirgunsonyouyoudontdrawthatsjustaskingforitgoddamn-
[19:32:46] <Caitlin> "Excuse me? I simply warned the Major about Major Reiker's treachery before he could do something drastic. I believe it was your side who initiated an attack. Joslyn simply sought to ensure that we wouldn't be obliterated before any explanation could be given."
[19:33:56] <~Oxford> "Reiker's safe," states Madison flatly, as though it's the only fact that matters. "And you're hurt. Nothing more to gain fighting here." She takes another half-step backwards.
[19:34:20] <Joslyn> "Look. I'm sorry. We all messed up. Can we try to put it all behind us?" Joslyn detransforms, at least temporarily.
[19:34:41] <Flaurentine> POMF~!
[19:34:53] <Joslyn> "I'm sure none of us want to have to put up with another court martial."
[19:35:00] <Flaurentine> "-Hurting everyone! I won't let-"
[19:35:33] <Flaurentine> Curly red locks flop down as Flauri herself lands on the ground in the dangerous position of being on her stomach, scrambling to get up.
[19:35:42] <~Oxford> Paige jumps straight into the air as the drill-haired girl rematerializes, landing behind her armor-clad counterpart.
[19:35:44] <Joslyn> "Flauri, stop!"
[19:35:50] <Flaurentine> "… Huh?"
[19:36:24] <Caitlin> "I believe the crisis has been neutralized, Miss Flaurentine."
[19:36:30] <Joslyn> "We aren't fighting. At least not now. You…you missed a lot." Flauri also sees that Joslyn is back in her school uniform.
[19:37:05] <Flaurentine> "Oh! Why didn'-" Her mouth keeps moving but sound doesn't seem like it's ever going to materialize. Especially not when with a flash, two of them are in their school uniforms.
[19:38:05] * Flaurentine eyes the two clenching her pendant. Or more specifically, eyes their pendants. "I apologize. Our superior is safe, and…" Blink, blink. Where'd theirs go?
[19:38:17] <~Oxford> Madison detransforms in a billowing pillar of steam, her clothing returning to a blue blazer-style school uniform. She gives a not-very-subtle cough, and Paige reluctantly does likewise.
[19:38:51] <Joslyn> "So is Reiker. Look, this is just one big mixup. Can you forgive us?" Joslyn offers the girls a hand.
[19:39:19] <Joslyn> And a handshake, even.
[19:40:17] <~Oxford> Madison is the closer of the two girls, and she hesitantly returns the gesture, giving Joslyn's hand a quick pump.
[19:40:47] <Flaurentine> "Aah." Flauri approaches the other of the two while Joslyn does her business, extending a much smaller hand. "I'd very much like to agree to a ceasefire, Miss…"
[19:41:40] <~Oxford> "Doyle. Deal," she says, shoulders visibly more relaxed
[19:42:10] <Caitlin> With the situation under control, Caitlin detransforms. Well, now. That's twice today she's looked into someone's mind without permission. She's fidgeting a little bit in guilt.
[19:42:24] * Joslyn returns the handshake. "I'm Joslyn. If you're ever up in the air with me, I'd be honored to fly on your wing. callsign's Iron Maiden."
[19:42:48] <Flaurentine> Doyle? Is that her first or last? As this girl permanently blushes, it's hard to tell IF she's flustered or not. "Fla… Flaurentine Flamenca. I hope we can work together."
[19:42:53] <~Oxford> "Er, right. Warrant Officer Mitchell, at your service," says the other girl, extending her own round of handshakes.
[19:43:59] <~Oxford> "That officer who was here," ventures Ms. Doyle, "was that your CO?"
[19:44:57] <Joslyn> "Yeah. I guess he and your CO had a rivalry or something."
[19:45:45] <Joslyn> "…As much as I'd like to chat, we have an appointment. Can you let us pass the checkpoint?"
[19:46:09] <Caitlin> "From what I gathered, Major Reiker's been fostering a grudge for some sort of duel they took part in at some point in the past."
[19:46:59] <~Oxford> Paige shrugs. "They /did/ seem pretty tense. But yeah, since you're all with the program, we'll escort you to the base." She heads down the road, gesturing for them to follow.
[19:47:48] * Joslyn hops into the car and starts slowly following them. She *does* have her driver's license, and at this speed there's no real obstacles to worry about.
[19:48:59] * Flaurentine nudges Caitlin in the vehicle presuming they were both able to get inside, blushing as usual. "Ex… cuse me… what happened? Was anybody injured?"
[19:49:53] <Caitlin> Caitlin rides along in back with Flaurentine, "Joslyn managed a more diplomatic end to the conflict. I believe she and them both sustained some injuries, but nothing apparently major."
[19:50:38] <Flaurentine> While half her body makes a turn to the side, there's a muffled noise of scribbling. "I understand. Thank you."
[19:50:57] <~Oxford> It turns out to be just around the next bend. The facility is tucked between a pair of low, forested hills. Paige leads the girls through the gate and up to the double-doors of the largest structure: a two-story block of offices that seem out of place sitting in the middle of nowhere.
[19:51:36] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods and begins writing as well, adding notes of her OWN to her notepad.
[19:51:38] <Joslyn> "I'll be fine after a good night's rest. Let's see what we can do here." Joslyn parks and hops out. "Do you know where Major Westfield is, Flauri?"
[19:51:43] * Flaurentine keeps a close eye on the focus pendants the other two are wearing, staring like a hawk.
[19:52:05] <Flaurentine> "Yes ma'am! He's already inside. I saw to his safety."
[19:53:16] <~Oxford> After waving them inside, Madison nods to the three girls from Bougnetsport. "Check-in is over by that desk there. Looks like your CO is already waiting for you."
[19:53:18] <Joslyn> "If there's any trouble, I'll do my best to smooth things over on our end."
[19:53:57] <~Oxford> She nods. "Much obliged. I think we'll just not mention this to the higher-ups." Wink.
[19:54:05] <Joslyn> "Stay safe you two, okay?" Joslyn offers a relaxed salute to the two of them before turning to address Westfield."
[19:54:14] <Flaurentine> Curtseying to her and possibly Paige if she's still around, Flauri steps out of the vehicle and slowly follows behind the others. Her eyes don't get torn away from their pendants.
[19:55:30] <Caitlin> Caitlin gives no real farewell to the other two other than a brief wave. That clusterfuck could have easily turned either lethal or resulted in even more people locked up.
[19:55:39] <~Oxford> The Major is a bit preoccupied. He seems to be in the process of shouting down a small group of rather confused-looking secretaries.
[19:56:52] <Joslyn> "…" Joslyn readjusts her hairband and waits for the Major to notice her.
[19:56:54] <~Oxford> "-and enough with the run-arounds! As her commanding officer, I have a legal right under military law to-"
[19:57:43] <Flaurentine> Someone has to do the throat clear. And of course, the most timid one takes the diplomacy route. "My apologies, sir. Is… everything all right?"
[19:59:27] <~Oxford> His ears prick up, but he brings his tirade to a suitable conclusion before turning to address the girls. "Ah, everyone's alright? Good work, all."
[19:59:42] <Joslyn> "Permission to speak freely, sir?"
[19:59:44] <Caitlin> Caitlin attempts to pass Westfield a note with relative subtlty. Fight ended. Talked it out. 0 casualties. Maybe she should've written a little faster, though.
[20:00:04] <~Oxford> He nods.
[20:00:21] <Joslyn> "The next time you get into a pissing match with an old rival, leave all of us out of it okay?"
[20:00:28] <Flaurentine> Timidgirls gonna timid. Flauri's eyes only ask him on their own if everything went well, but that may not be enough.
[20:04:11] <~Oxford> Major Westfield raises an eyebrow almost to his receding hairline, but spares her the stock rebuke. "Warrant Elsa is being held inside the medical wing," he begins, "but this LOAD OF INCOMPETENT TWITS are refusing to allow us in." His raised voice seems to be for the benefit of the twits in question.
[20:04:53] <~Oxford> "Actually, I was debating whether to just storm past them, but now that you're all here…"
[20:05:19] <Flaurentine> "Sir… if you'd like…" She flinches out of her own sentence considering sounding afraid is much better than requesting to do something extremely illegal.
[20:05:23] <Joslyn> "I will not use my magic to threaten them, even if you make it an order." Joslyn frowns.
[20:06:24] <Flaurentine> "Ahm… Joss- I-I mean Miss Parnocus, please calm down. Permission… to make a request, Sir?"
[20:06:31] <Caitlin> Caitlin reddens a little bit, "Ah, I'm afraid that was my fault for stepping in, Joslyn. You saw yourself that the girls didn't intend to harm any of us, regardless of Reiker's intent, and I don't believe we're needed to handle him. I, ah, may have escalated the situation."
[20:07:23] <Joslyn> "What matters is that there was nothing worth reporting, and the five of us have made amends."
[20:07:45] * Flaurentine blushes even harder, just a little bit, upon being included in the 'five.'
[20:08:28] <~Oxford> "No, no, just, ahh…" He gives Flaurentine a nod, whispering conspiratorially. "Directly below us and twenty metres to the right should bring you out into the medwing mess hall. From there you'll need to go room-by-room."
[20:09:45] <Flaurentine> "S.. Sir." She whispers back, though evidently flustered to the others. "I can take you along as well if you're certain those are the right coordinates. I-If you'd like…"
[20:11:13] <~Oxford> His voice returns to normal. "That's what important, anyway: that we're all safe and sound. I'll wait here, you girls go on home." He turns his back to the secretaries and holds a hand to his chest, gesturing: down, 20 metres right.
[20:11:53] <Joslyn> "…U-understood, sir. Caitlin, you mind me driving?"
[20:11:54] <Flaurentine> "… I understand. Please be safe, Sir." An order's an order. Curtseying to him, her eyes point to the other two to follow. And do a little more than point.
[20:14:20] <Caitlin> Caitlin shakes her head, "No, it's better for you to drive than for me to." Not the most coordinated girl in the world.
[20:17:40] * Flaurentine takes a step backward, and THEN looks around the room to confirm where the secretaries are looking.
[20:18:04] <~Oxford> Turning back to their work, for the most part.
[20:19:06] <Flaurentine> For the most part. Once none of them are looking, one of her hands extends itself to the man. 'Nobody's looking' deals and such things. As evident by her deep breaths, he only has a second or so to do so before somebody turns around.
[20:20:31] <Flaurentine> 'Do so,' as in, grab it. The deep breath is to muffle the teleportation enough to not make noise.
[20:21:25] <@Oxford> roll for Sorcery, sorceror.
[20:21:33] <Flaurentine> 2d6+5 HMM, OKAY
[20:21:35] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, HMM, OKAY: 14 [2d6=4,5]
[20:22:26] <~Oxford> "Hm?" he asks, taking her hand even as he raises an eyebrow questioningly.
[20:22:43] <Flaurentine> ~pomfu~
[20:24:22] <Flaurentine> … And again and again and again.
[20:24:51] <~Oxford> The medical wing's mess hall is empty at this point in the afternoon, save for an aging janitor. The old man gives the pair a shrug when he notices them, probably assuming they'd wandered in while his attention was elsewhere.
[20:25:26] <Flaurentine> Room-by-room, the two of them go, until a pause after a couple. "I'm sorry… if I misinterpeted, Sir." It's even a whisper to him, how cute. "… But it's you she'll want to see, not me."
[20:27:56] <~Oxford> He nods, letting out a faint sigh. "We're here now, anyway."
[20:52:24] <@Oxford> The majority of the hospital beds are empty; row upon row of individual rooms with the lights off and the doors closed.
[20:53:39] <@Oxford> Westfield and Flaurentine have come to the back of the building, where a long, painfully white hallway leads down to the operating rooms.
[20:54:04] <Flaurentine> Blip. Blip. Blip. Flaurentine follows the 'room-by-room' advice and keeps going until it looks like they're in the clear, trembling along the way. At least they didn't seem to get stuck in any walls.
[20:55:24] <@Oxford> Several nurses are milling around, but no one has bothered to stop the pair so far. Each of the ORs features a backlit sign; all but one are darkened. The one exception reads: "Surgery in Progress"
[20:55:52] <Flaurentine> In terror, the hand grasping him which had gripped tighter and tighter along the way releases itself, as her own face shoots down to the ground. "… I'll be prepared to take my punishment for disobeying orders after you see her, Sir," she whispers.
[20:57:53] <@Oxford> Westfield speeds up to a trot, quickly closing the distance between the two of them and the double-doors of the operating room. As he reaches the door, the sound of a buzz-saw revving up can be heard from inside.
[20:59:10] <Flaurentine> A gasp that would be loud if it didn't cut itself partway through rings out. Good thing she learned that from staying transformed for so long.
[21:01:02] <@Oxford> Westfield takes a step back, raises a boot, and throws the doors wide with a powerful kick.
[21:01:27] * Flaurentine covers by… nope, nevermind, she's covering her own ears as it happens, looking up in shock.
[21:04:13] <@Oxford> Within, a half-dozen men and women in clean white aprons and facemasks look up in surprise. Tied face-down on the table is Elsa.
[21:05:52] <Flaurentine> The buzzsaw SOUND was enough. With an even louder gasp, little Flauri shirks her duty to just stand by and watch the two interact by clamping her eyes shut and actually announcing their presence. "Please, s-stop this!"
[21:06:06] * Elsa is completely unconcious, her flame-colored wings limp. She is ALMOST naked she is still wearing the hospital gown.
[21:08:21] <@Oxford> "What the hell is this?!" Westfield demands, grabbing the man with the buzz-saw by the collar and shaking him violently. His tone with the secretaries was angry, but this is different: there's something dangerous in his voice.
[21:10:01] * Flaurentine runs over to Elsa instead, sensing the urgency. Though only one of her eyes cracks open. "Please… say something! Are you hurt?"
[21:10:19] <@Oxford> Elsa's face is covered by a facemask hooked to some sort of cannister. A faint hiss indicates the feed is active.
[21:10:33] * Elsa doesn't respond, she is drooling a little bit from behind the mask
[21:12:56] * Elsa 's wings sometimes twitch a little bit.
[21:13:09] <Flaurentine> Poking her doesn't do much… well, not like Flaurentine of all people would do that anyway. She even breathes the tiniest sigh of relief at the fact that she didn't come alone, because then she wouldn't have had ANY idea what to do. Being timid girl is suffering. "Sir, is she…"
[21:18:29] * Elsa is breathing rather heavily actually
[21:18:29] <@Oxford> Westfield is busy. The head doctor is being held up against a wall. "-on my soldiers, you hear me? Keep your fucking hands off of MY SOLDIERS if you want to live to see-"
[21:19:35] <@Oxford> The other medical staff are edging towards the door. The anaesthesiologist seems to have forgotten to turn off the flow; Elsa's eyes flicker but do not open.
[21:20:13] <Flaurentine> Gulping, Flauri only barely touches her hands to the girl's back. And on accident she brushes a wing once, jumping back terrified as she does so. "Please… w-wake up…"
[21:22:27] <@Oxford> The girls arms and legs are restrained with thick leather straps, but the latches are fairly simple.
[21:23:33] * Flaurentine gulps again and gets to work touching her fingernails to Elsa's wrists, only to move her arms and legs a couple inches to get them out of their binds. Doing it without detaching them on accident can be a pain.
[21:23:51] <Flaurentine> 2d6+5 look at this sorcery, just look at it, and tell me if it's something
[21:23:52] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, look at this sorcery, just look at it, and tell me if it's something: 14 [2d6=5,4]
[21:24:28] * Elsa 's wings twitch as they are touched, but not by much, Elsa's body is completely limp as flauri tries to move it.
[21:27:13] <@Oxford> "-and you can fucking BET the brass'll hear about this, you psychotic quack!" With a heave, Westfield throws the doctor headfirst through the doors, leaving the room at last emptied of the medical staff.
[21:27:40] * Flaurentine is almost crying. "S… Sir… s… she's not moving…"
[21:28:42] <@Oxford> "Hm?" He reaches over and spins the knob on the cannister, shutting off the flow of gas to Elsa's lungs. Within moments she begins to stir.
[21:29:48] <Flaurentine> "Oh… I… I'm sorry." Fidgeting, it's clear she's deeply unsettled by all the shouting. "I… removed her from the binds… s-should I take her… outside?" Fidget, fidget.
[21:32:06] <Elsa> It takes a few moments after that for Elsa to notice she is actually being woken up. When she does realize she jumps off the operating table and heads to the nearest wall, tripping at the surprise she isn't tied. She puts her back against the wall and looks around the room with panicked eyes, her arm outstretched and shaking.
[21:32:07] <@Oxford> He nods. "See that Warrant Elsa is escorted from the facility." Westfield takes a deep breath. "I'm going to go… inform the commanding officer that we've taken her back into our custody."
[21:32:58] * Elsa looks around nervously, her eyes fidgeting between her two rescuers and the operating table.
[21:33:10] <Flaurentine> A weak salute raises to her head as her eyes don't even turn toward the man. "Y… Yes sir. I'll be… waiting when you're finished." With a gulp, one of her own hands outstretches.
[21:34:09] * Elsa has her palm open, looks like she's ready to attack anytime
[21:34:33] <Flaurentine> "Ah… M-Miss Elsa… was it? Please don't be alarmed…" Well, anyone could be alarmed with the fact that Flauri looks like she could burst into treat- I mean tears any second.
[21:36:10] <Flaurentine> "We're… We're leaving." One hand reaches to the pendant on her neck, gripping it nervously, while the other one reaches out as if trying to grasp Elsa's. She inches forward, a bit hunched over in fear.
[21:37:55] * Elsa drops to her knees when she realizes whats going on. Her gaze falls on the girl with two right hands. Elsa now looks a lot more relaxed. "Thanks" is all she says before grabbing the other girl's hand.
[21:38:51] <Flaurentine> No, that's only when she's transformed, the hands are fine now. Still, her words fall on deaf ears; as soon as their hands touch they're gone from that hellhole of a room.
[21:39:06] <Flaurentine> 2d6+5 more sorc? I'll have to get a bad roll SOMEDAY
[21:39:07] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, more sorc? I'll have to get a bad roll SOMEDAY: 12 [2d6=6,1]
[21:39:11] <Flaurentine> 1d6 BUT NOT TODAY
[21:39:12] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, BUT NOT TODAY: 3 [1d6=3]
[21:43:19] <@Oxford> They reappear in a large, grassy field. In the middle of the forest, so much open space seems odd, until Elsa notices the targets lined up in neat rows to either side of her.
[20:28:06] <~Oxford> Meanwhile…
[20:30:16] <~Oxford> The car is waiting where Joslyn left it outside. In addition to the large office building are several smaller structures, including a barracks, library, mess hall, and what looks like a firing range.
[20:31:20] <Joslyn> "…" Joslyn will pause for a moment. Firing range, huh? "Do you want to head back now, or would you rather we stick around?"
[20:31:55] <Joslyn> "Truth be told, I kinda want to see how I'm doing on the range - it could be important up there."
[20:34:04] <Caitlin> "Is it designed for pendant-use? I was under the impression firing ranges are meant for guns…" Caitlin looks around, "I'm not particularly interested in trying my hand, but I'll observe if you think you'll be granted access."
[20:35:19] <Joslyn> "Of course it's meant for guns. But aim and hand-eye coordination are things we'll need up there. And I'm never quite sure what weapon I'll be wielding." Joslyn heads that way all the same.
[20:36:05] <~Oxford> If they're not allowed, there doesn't seem to be anyone around to tell them so. The range is deserted, though a few abandoned paper targets still sit in their stands at the far end of the field.
[20:36:30] <Caitlin> "I was under the impression that you chose the weapon you wielded; I can say from my own experience that the words I use have been my own selections."
[20:36:58] <Joslyn> Deserted range probably means no weapons or ammo, for obvious reasons. "I just let my mind figure out whatever it thinks will do best."
[20:37:37] <Joslyn> "I probably could…keep a lookout for me, kay?" Oh god, there's Joslyn's mischievous smirk again.
[20:39:19] <Caitlin> "I'm already nervous enough about getting in trouble for the first incident we created… I'll watch out, but please don't do anything too drastic." Oh god, there's Joslyn's mischievous smirk again.
[20:39:57] <Joslyn> "This ought to be…well, relatively harmless." tendrils of molten steel snake their way up the girl
[20:40:20] <Joslyn> Before long, she's transformed, a small pistol in her hand.
[20:41:57] <~Oxford> The used targets flutter a bit on their wooden frames. Various ranges are represented, and various sizes of target, from tiny match targets to human-sized silhouettes.
[20:42:59] <Caitlin> Caitlin quietly mutters, "I wonder what the regulations are on military personnel constructing their own firearms…"
[20:43:26] <Joslyn> Well, she has no clue if her aim is anything close to accurate. So she's gonna start by pointing the 9mm pistol at the largest target. "I'd cover your ears…"
[20:44:14] <Caitlin> Hands over ears. "Don't shoot me by mistake."
[20:44:30] <Joslyn> Before she squeezes off the round, a pair of earphones melt into being as she takes the shot downrange. *BANG!*
[20:45:44] <Joslyn> Normally something that small wouldn't have any noticeable recoil. But for a teenager, it's still pretty large. "Woah!"
[20:46:53] * Joslyn almost conks herself in the head with her pistol.
[20:47:54] <~Oxford> The round buries itself into the bank at the far end of the range, kicking up a small spray of dirt. For people who have been shot at multiple times with automatic weapons, the sound of the gun gonig off is still surprisingly loud compared to the silence that preceded it.
[20:48:07] <Caitlin> Caitlin jumps when Joslyn fires the shot. "A-are you quite alright?"
[20:49:25] <Joslyn> "…it's a bigger kick when I'm not using my magic to do fancy things with it…" Okay, that didn't work. She'll have to adjust her sights…and shoot again. The gun's barrel never comes close to pointing at Caitlin fir obvious reasons.
[20:50:33] <@Joslyn> 4#2d6+6 sharp, dialing in her sights
[20:50:33] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, sharp, dialing in her sights: 11 [2d6=1,4], 10 [2d6=3,1], 10 [2d6=3,1], 12 [2d6=2,4]
[20:50:40] <Caitlin> "I see. Maybe this was… not the best of ideas? People had to have heard that somewhere."
[20:52:12] <Joslyn> "…I'm a member of the Albaen Air Force, I'm not disturbing anything…what're they gonna do, tell me to stop shooting? It's not like it's that big a deal." All the same, she'll start firing on the targets, adjusting her aim each time.
[20:52:54] <Joslyn> "…if you want, I might be able to make you one of these so you don't have to plug your ears all day." Joslyn taps her steel ear covers
[20:53:59] <Caitlin> Steel probably isn't that comfortable, but it's better than going deaf. "Well, I suppose so…"
[20:54:17] <@Joslyn> 2d6+9 sorcery check
[20:54:18] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, sorcery check: 15 [2d6=2,4]
[20:55:26] <Joslyn> "Don't worry. I got this." liquid metal swirls around and covers Caitlin's ears. She can hear a little, and in actuality they aren't noticeably uncomfortable…
[20:57:10] <Caitlin> Caitlin kind of expected Joslyn to, you know, HAND her the headphones, but that works too. "You know, I did it again."
[20:58:47] <Joslyn> "…Was it worth it?"
[21:00:05] <Caitlin> Caitlin shakes her head slowly, "It didn't do anything useful. Just an excessive invasion of privacy when they were already openly willing to stop fighting."
[21:01:05] <Joslyn> "Did she know about it?" the gun's set down on the stand.
[21:01:55] <Caitlin> Another shake of the head, "No, I strongly doubt she had any idea of what happened, despite having a pendant."
[21:02:32] <Joslyn> "…Do you want to?"
[21:03:03] <Caitlin> "Want to…?" Something got lost in translation.
[21:04:43] <Joslyn> "ask her if she felt violated by you reading her mind."
[21:06:22] <Caitlin> That catches Caitlin off guard, "You mean TELL her what I did? There's no way she wouldn't be angry with me. And I certainly would rather not start another fight."
[21:07:04] <Joslyn> "Fair enough. But you know…there has to be a reason the ability manifested."
[21:07:38] <Caitlin> "Does there? Do you have some special connection to metal?"
[21:08:19] * Joslyn takes off the ear protection. "You wouldn't have found it if you weren't meant to have it. I played with this metal construction kit all the time when I was a kid. So I guess so."
[21:09:37] <Caitlin> "Then I suppose it's a subconscious manifestation of my appetite for literature." That or her need to uncover and share the truth.
[21:10:44] <Joslyn> "I'm not gonna say you need to use it on everyone. But…"
[21:12:18] <Joslyn> "I know there are gonna be times where it could save our lives."
[21:13:29] <Caitlin> "I don't deny that there are uses for it out there, but I don't think we've seen much of one so far. It doesn't help in a dogfight much and it just caused the fight today, didn't it?"
[21:16:21] <Joslyn> "how did it cause the fight? You just said you used it on Paige, and by then we had wrapped things up…"
[21:16:41] <Joslyn> "Unless…" Joslyn gets it now. "you used it on Major Reiker?"
[21:17:10] <Caitlin> "Well, you see… I, uh, yes. That's correct." She's nervously fidgeting again.
[21:18:19] * Joslyn hugs Caitlin. "th-thanks…seriously."
[21:18:42] <Joslyn> "You have no idea how big that was."
[21:20:38] <Caitlin> Caitlin's standing pretty stiffly, "It was a lapse in judgment. What I know is that it endangered four other people who did nothing wrong and did little other than antagonize Major Reiker. My apologies."
[21:23:01] <Joslyn> "Don't say that. What did you think would have happened if you didn't intervene when you did?"
[21:24:22] <Caitlin> "Do you think those girls would have suddenly attacked us? Major Westfield could have handled Major Reiker on his own; at the least, he's done so before."
[21:28:04] <Joslyn> "I think Reiker would have stolen the focus pendants, and from there the three of us are unarmed and at the hands of a sociopath."
[21:29:59] <Caitlin> Caitlin sighs, "…Fine, I'll let it go this time. Just, this incident should not repeat itself. I need to learn from what happened here."
[21:32:03] <Joslyn> "It's not that. You will need to use that ability. And I give you permission to use it on me at your discretion."
[21:33:31] <Joslyn> "You need to get comfortable with how it works - in case you NEED to do so."
[21:33:40] <Caitlin> "I appreciate the trust you're placing in me, but I doubt that will be necessary."
[21:35:09] <Joslyn> "I've got nothing to hide from you. I need you to know that."
[21:37:05] * Joslyn puts her earphones back on.
[21:37:07] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods, "That… does mean a lot, but just because you don't feel like you have anything that you need to hide doesn't mean you don't deserve privacy within your own head. Thank you, though."
[21:38:25] <Joslyn> "Let me know when you wanna do so, that's all the privacy I need" and then four more shots head towards the targets.
[21:40:21] <Caitlin> "Oh, most definitely. I'll be certain to pass you a note to the effect of 'Look over here, I feel like poking around in your head.' Certainly." Caitlin's giggling a bit now.
[21:42:19] * Joslyn shrugs. "that'd work." it seems she's been able to line up her sights. Her shots are much more consistant now.
[21:42:36] <Joslyn> "…we probably ought to be getting back soon…"
[21:43:26] <Caitlin> …No, she wasn't being serious. Oh well. "Very well, at least you seem to have gotten something out of this detour."
[21:44:45] <Flaurentine> Getting back tPOMF.
[21:45:35] <Joslyn> "…oh."
[21:45:42] * Flaurentine lands straight next to a target, letting go of the hospital gown-wearing girl with her as she shakes and falls to her knees.
[21:46:18] <Flaurentine> "A-Aack! I-Is somebody there?" Her clamped-shut eyes slowly crack open… one at a time.
[21:47:08] <Caitlin> "You did it, Miss Flaurentine! Excellent, are you quite alright, Elsa?" Caitlin's eyes are wide and surprised.
[21:47:05] <Elsa> 2d6+6 magic, appearan a booze bottle
[21:47:06] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, magic, appearan a booze bottle: 13 [2d6=3,4]
[21:47:35] <@Oxford> Not only do you summon booze, but you summon a bottle to hold it in!
[21:47:41] <Flaurentine> And then they fling open with a HUGE sigh of relief. "Oh… Oh! It's you… I-I'm so glad, if it was somebody else I might've had to…"
[21:47:57] <Joslyn> "Status Report, sir?"
[21:48:09] * Elsa appears sitting down, looks like she doesn't really want to talk. Her wings are fully outsretched at about arm's length, colored a bright orange, and reddish. after a flash of light she is holding what seems to be a wine bottle.
[21:48:24] <~Oxford> 'Sir' is conspicuously absent; Westfield doesn't appear with the others.
[21:48:26] * Flaurentine head-tilts, being somebody who doesn't look like much of a 'sir' at all. Maybe Elsa does.
[21:48:50] <Flaurentine> "I'm… I'm really sorry. He told me not to take him back…"
[21:49:32] * Elsa is busy taking a loooong sip from that bottle. She looks at the pair and waves, then goes back at looking at the ground.
[21:49:44] <Caitlin> Caitlin's mouth shifts into a big O at the sight of Elsa's wings. Also, the alcohol's a little surprising.
[21:50:20] <Flaurentine> Flauri's blush keeps on going, as her own eyes shoot to the ground. "She was… she was about to be seriously hurt. I-If we took any longer…"
[21:50:55] <Joslyn> "…wow…"
[21:50:56] <Elsa> "They were going to hack me apart." She says coldly, before taking anoter mouthfull of wine.
[21:51:52] <Flaurentine> "Um… I-I'm glad you're safe, Miss." She struggles a smile, "Perhaps you should rest?"
[21:52:32] <Joslyn> "…We've got this from here, Warrant Flamenca."
[21:52:38] <Caitlin> Caitlin walks over to offer Elsa a hand up, "We were worried and came to get you, but they denied us access. Now's clearly not an appropriate time, but please share everything with me later."
[21:53:10] <Flaurentine> A still-terrified salute. "Yes, ma'am…. but I'm on standby too until he returns."
[21:53:14] * Elsa nods.
[21:54:48] <Joslyn> "Stay calm…you're gonna be okay…it's all gonna be okay…" Joslyn sighs as she heads back into the car.
[21:55:19] <Caitlin> Caitlin blinks suddenly. "Where is Major Westfield?"
[21:55:24] <~Oxford> A cloud passes across the sun, and the grass of the range ripples as a sudden gust sends shivers through the group. Whatever was making this the hottest day of the season seems to have dissipated.
[21:55:43] * Elsa still hasn't gotten up. Despite her condition she looks like she could need a change of clothes. And a shower or two.
[21:56:45] <Flaurentine> A deep breath. "He… said he was going to deliver the message that our mission was a success, Ma'am."
[21:58:07] <Caitlin> Caitlin turns to Joslyn, "Should we be driving off without him? How will he get back?"
[21:59:07] <Elsa> "Hey Kate, can you help get me a skirt, or maybe even some pants?" She says not lifting her gaze from the half empty bottle.
[22:00:05] <Caitlin> …Now that's something she's never tried before. "I can try. Pants, then?"
[22:00:14] <Flaurentine> The two lovers are interrupted by a warm smile. "The last order he gave me was to ensure Warrant Elsa was escorted to safety… I'll wait until he returns." A curtsey is given to them as her tiny feet move tinily back to the vehicle.
[22:00:41] <Joslyn> "…well then we ought to stick around a bit longer."
[22:00:46] <~Oxford> The Academy is several hours' drive away, and it is just past 4 o'clock now. There's a barracks on the base where they might be allowed to spend the night, though whether Elsa would be willing to after her recent experiences is an open question.
[22:01:33] <Elsa> "Yeah pants will be fine…How far away are we from home?"
[22:01:53] * Elsa definetely doesn't want to hang around here any longer
[22:01:52] <Caitlin> 2d6+8 sorcery
[22:01:52] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, sorcery: 20 [2d6=6,6]
[22:02:02] <Caitlin> 2d6
[22:02:03] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 2d6: 8 [2d6=4,4]
[22:04:07] <Joslyn> "About six hours. I'm gonna give him twenty minutes…then I think we should leave just to be sure we get there before curfew."
[22:05:53] <Flaurentine> "I…" Shake. "If you went ahead, I could bring him home… I think." Shake, shake. It's all-too-painfully obvious to herself at least what a feat like that would entitle.
[22:07:26] <Caitlin> Caitlin pens the word "Pants" onto a note and tosses it into the air. The ink on the note spreads, blackening the entire piece of paper, then unfolds and expands, shifting into a black pair of dress pants. It's not just any pair of pants, though. This thing's unbelievably well pressed and made of some strange material that's soft as FUCK but doesn't seem easily destroyed. Possibly even
[22:07:26] <Caitlin> UNBREAKABLE. Its pockets are deep, but positioned so as to not have shit fall out easily. The dimensions are perfectly fitted to Elsa. These fucking pants are like the Superman of clothing.
[22:10:49] * Elsa quickly grabs them and puts them on,GOD THEYRE CONFORTABLE, now that she doesn't have everything out in open she is actually able to stand up. Now smiling she approaches the scholar girl and hugs her smiling, her wings flap a bit, letting a feather or two fall to the ground. "
[22:10:58] <Elsa> "You're the best!"
[22:11:27] <Elsa> Those pants were so good they immediately brightened her mood.
[22:11:52] <Joslyn> "…I have to ask but…how are you gonna hide those?"
[22:12:16] <Joslyn> Buzzkill, thy name is Joslyn.
[22:12:54] <Flaurentine> "It'll be hard to keep them… won't it?"
[22:14:06] <Caitlin> Caitlin returns the hug, her hands finding their way around back to her wings. Holy shit, they're real. Pet, pet, pat, pet. Caitlin pets along the wings as far as she can reach. Feathery like some kinda bird. Stroke, pet, pat, pet.
[22:15:07] * Elsa looks crestfallen, but begins laughing out loud as Caitling gropes and strokes her wings, "Hahahah stop that!" she pulls away and says. "I'll figure something out…" she approaches the teleporter gil and hugs her, "Thanks so much for saving me."
[22:15:58] <Caitlin> Pretty wings. Pe-awww.
[22:15:58] * Flaurentine returns it as well, though in THIS case with much less feeling. In fact, as the others can see, her hands twitch and shake around like they're arguing with themselves about what to do. "I was told… that it's best to help people when they're in need." A soft smile.
[22:16:20] <Flaurentine> "I'm just glad I didn't fail."
[22:16:56] * Joslyn glances at her watch and frowns. "we really need to get going if we don't want to get in trouble for missing curfew."
[22:17:33] <Joslyn> "Flauri?"
[22:17:39] <Flaurentine> Then suddenly, a loud gasp. "O-Oh no! I'd take even longer to get home… and I can't move that far without getting stuck in something… w-what will I do…"
[22:18:15] <Caitlin> "Oh, I suppose you're right. Keeping Elsa around here would be dangerous. Miss Flaurentine, you can spend the night at our dorm, if you like."
[22:18:33] <Joslyn> "c-calm down. I'm sure we will figure out something. Worst case, you can crash with us for the night. We do have a fourth bed."
[22:18:34] <Flaurentine> Deep breaths slowly calm down. "Would… that really be alright?"
[22:18:52] <Joslyn> "Sure. Not like we're using it!"
[22:19:24] <Flaurentine> The smile just gets bigger, with the blush never fading. "I… I'll happily accept it. Thank you very much!"
[22:19:33] <Flaurentine> "I hope I'm not a burden to anybody…"
[22:19:36] <Caitlin> Wait a minute, how's Elsa gonna sleep with wings on her back in a bed like that? "We'd be happy to host you for the night."
[22:20:13] <Joslyn> "As long as you don't snore louder than Kate, I'm sure it'll be fine." Joslyn smirks. "kidding, kidding…"
[22:21:09] <Flaurentine> Too bad she takes it seriously, as evident by her determined face. "I-I'll try hard! Sometimes I accidentally sneeze in my sleep, and then I…" Shiiiiiiver.
[22:21:59] * Elsa is in a better mood than before but she's just glad to be able to see all of this happen. She takes another sip and keeps loooking at the others smiling.
[22:23:28] * Elsa stretches her wings and shrudders for no apparent reason, making them shake.
[22:23:39] <Caitlin> Caitlin looks devastated, "Excuse me? I-I don't snore, do I?"
[22:23:57] <Elsa> "You do." Elsa states flatly
[22:23:59] <Joslyn> "Okay. Does anyone have any objections? Otherwise In gonna start us heading back." Joslyn already said she was joking, slowpoke.
[22:24:15] <~Oxford> The car is right where they left it. Stranding Westfield might be a neccesary evil at this point, but he's a grown man and a military officer to boot. He can probably look after himself.
[22:25:29] <Joslyn> Besides, if worse comes to worse someone can pick him up or something like that. Joslyn will head off at a decent clip, but nowhere fast enough to be a threat to others.
[22:25:31] <Flaurentine> A little girl would gladly abandon him, provided they're an average little girl. But other little girls, like this one, who've blatantly declared they're going to wait, find themselves a little more conflicted. Assuming they'd began to approach the vehicle or somesuch, Flauri had been staring at the building with teeth chattering the whole time.
[22:26:39] * Joslyn 's starting the car so if there's anything she wanted to do here, she ought to make it quick.
[22:26:52] <Caitlin> Caitlin's face reddens a little bit. "Miss Flaurentine? Major Westfield's a veteran, he can handle himself. Aren't you coming?"
[22:27:44] * Elsa quickly jumps into the back end of the car, she can't get out of this place fast enough.
[22:28:20] <Flaurentine> The reddest face in the world stares back at her as Flauri stands shakingly outside the vehicle. "I… I'm still awaiting orders. I told him I'd accept his punishment by disobeying my orders to leave him, and if I left him behind too…"
[22:29:02] <Joslyn> "…Do you wanna come or not?"
[22:29:26] <Flaurentine> "…" She bites her lip, being a timid girl and all, before taking a single step forward…
[22:29:48] <Caitlin> "I'm sure he doesn't need accompanied. Didn't I offer to read you a story? If not, I'll issue such an offer now."
[22:30:03] <Flaurentine> "… I'll write a report of apology." Pomf. Like a total showoff, she's in the car.
[22:30:53] <Caitlin> Fine, jerk. Caitlin walks over to get in the backseat with Flaurentine.
[22:31:01] <Joslyn> "alright then." Joslyn heads off back to the academy. "hope the three of you can figure out a way to disguise Elsa
[22:31:20] <Flaurentine> "Um… yes… i-if she wants, I…" A hand outstretches, but pulls back.
[22:31:21] <Joslyn> "otherwise her wings might attract the wrong kind of attention."
[22:32:35] <Caitlin> "Maybe I should've made a jacket instead of pants."
[22:32:56] <Joslyn> "Can't do both?"
[22:33:04] <Elsa> "I'll figure something out. But I'm going to need to make some holes for some." She leans on Caitlin and uses her wings as a blanket. They are actually warm to the touch.
[22:34:19] <Flaurentine> "If… If you're sure. I-If you asked, Miss, I could… um… move them to a location outside of your body so they wouldn't be in your way… but it could hurt. And if I did, I wouldn't be any better than…" Her head hangs low.
[22:36:07] <~Oxford> The road out from the base leads them back through the forest. Almost immediately, they come to the ruined guardhouse, where Paige and Madison are still dutifully standing guard.
[22:36:17] * Elsa glares at Flauri with the coldest eyes the blushing girl has ever seen, "You better not."
[22:36:41] <Flaurentine> "… I won't. I-I promise I'd only do it if you asked." Her face shoots away, disgusted at herself.
[22:36:44] * Joslyn nods as she passes the two, waving cheerfully. And yes, she'll show her I'D if they ask.
[22:37:05] <Caitlin> "I could do both, but I felt a little weird after the first time." Caitlin in turn leans on Flaurentine, completing the chain. "Oh! What kind of play would you all like to see?"
[22:37:39] <Flaurentine> "Aah! Thank… Thank you for helping us earlier." A smile is given to the other two while Caitlin's question is pondered in silence.
[22:39:27] <Flaurentine> It's almost a whisper with the grotesque air of timidness resonating. "I… don't remember anything if I'd seen any plays in the past, though. All I know is what little I've read about them lately… they're supposed to be pretty and interesting to watch, aren't they?"
[22:40:01] <Joslyn> "I'd be up for anything I guess."
[22:40:04] <Elsa> Its actually still pretty hot out, hottest day of the year and all. Why would anyone need a jacket.
[22:40:25] <~Oxford> The two girls wave them through. Obviously, they understand why a bunch of teenage girls would have IDs that show them as Warrant Officers, but the guards at the other five checkpoints might have more questions about that.
[22:40:58] * Elsa is REALLY liking the feeling of wind on her face and wings.
[22:41:30] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods and eagerly elaborates, "They can be anything a writer can imagine and actors can portray! Scary, exciting, romantic, thought-provoking, dramatic. Maybe what kind of literature you enjoy would be a good starting place?"
[22:42:12] <Joslyn> As ever, if she's grilled about it Joslyn will brainstorm a reason to let them pass. Worst case being "we're St. Cheswick students and need to get back before curfew."
[22:43:05] <Caitlin> "And what would be interesting to you, Elsa?"
[22:43:41] <Flaurentine> "Lit…" Flauri's head hangs low again. "Everything I should remember from before the past couple weeks is…" A sniff, which she tries desperately to hold back. It doesn't work. "… Gone. I'm still barely learning how to read and write again."
[22:44:27] <Flaurentine> "Um… I was told that I used to read books… b-but I don't know anything about what they were actually like, anymore."
[22:45:06] <Elsa> "I don't know, I've never seen a play before. Never could really afford the tickets." She says with her eyes closed. sloowly drifting to sleep, she really doesn't look physically good but her mood is great, man those are some amazing pants.
[22:46:07] <Caitlin> …Oh. "Oh." Those practically cursed pendants! "Well, I'll help teach you again. You don't have to know any of that to see a play. Just have to understand our spoken language and watch! We can even spend tonight reading stories of different genres. I'll help you get better at reading and you'll learn what you like!"
[22:46:45] <Flaurentine> "W-Would you really do that? I don't want to bother you by making you do that…" Shuffle shuffle.
[22:47:05] <~Oxford> Joslyn has guided the car out from the trees. The sun is low on the horizon ahead, painfully bright after the shadowed forest.
[22:47:28] <Caitlin> "Most definitely! You have to promise to read my book someday when it comes out, though!"
[22:48:11] <Flaurentine> "I will! I want to read lots of things! I was told that if I did, maybe I'd just suddenly remember everything again…"
[22:49:15] <Flaurentine> A soft chuckle emerges, despite how fake its emotions are. "… Even though I'm kind of scared. I might have actually been somebody completely different than I am now… maybe I was a mean person."
[22:49:15] * Elsa 's wings looks better now in the sunlight, showing them to what would be closer to their true colors. Wow, why is it so hot out?
[22:50:12] * Flaurentine leans up in front, almost climbing over, a few hours through. "Excuse me…"
[22:50:21] <Joslyn> "what matters is you're good now. What happened before doesn't matter. Hmm?"
[22:50:35] <Caitlin> "Then we'll give it a try." Caitlin would invite Elsa, but she seems sleepy. It can wait. "Oh, I doubt that. Without your memories, there's just your central personality isn't it? I imagine you weren't much different. Maybe more confident."
[22:51:31] <Flaurentine> "How… is it? It's not boring up there, is it?" Too late for an answer, she's already sitting happily in the front seat and looking to the side. "If you won't be able to make it home in time, I could help…"
[22:52:43] <Joslyn> "We're making good time, but thanks for the offer. It does get a little boring…but it's not that bad."
[22:53:04] * Elsa takes the chance to lean over Caitlin with her messy hair. She realizes she left the wine bottle behind…
[22:53:13] <Flaurentine> But it's not like the front and back are that far apart. "I… It's still scary to think about, because I don't know. And when I use…" The pendant wiggles a bit, "It's power… what if I acted like that all the time? I-It's so embarrassing to think about…!" Her eyes clamp shut, as she herself follows up by wiggling in disgust.
[22:53:21] <Elsa> 2d6+7 summon another wine btole
[22:53:22] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, summon another wine btole: 18 [2d6=5,6]
[22:54:22] <Caitlin> Caitlin yawns, what a long road trip this thing's gonna be. "Something the matter, Elsa?"
[22:55:01] <Elsa> and in a flash of light another bottle of some REALLY fine wine appears in her hands, "This is for you all, as thanks."
[22:55:32] <Flaurentine> "I… ah…" But only Joslyn can be talked to unless she's speaking loudly, which she doesn't like doing. "I just wanted to say, um… thank you, too."
[22:55:54] * Flaurentine only flushes more red, despite having not been educated on what this kind of liquid is.
[22:55:57] * Elsa shows the bottle to Caitlin.
[22:56:20] <Flaurentine> Well… re-educated.
[22:56:37] <Caitlin> Caitlin stares in confusion for a moment, "Did you just make that?" She sounds a bit impressed.
[22:56:55] <Elsa> 2d6+6 lets see if we can make this car fly
[22:56:55] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, lets see if we can make this car fly: 10 [2d6=3,1]
[22:57:08] <Joslyn> "You're welcome, Flauri."
[22:57:22] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, Are you seriously calling for car-movement sorceries? Do you really want me to ask him to take what I'm about to roll seriously? I don't want him to.: 17 [2d6=6,6]
[22:57:31] <Flaurentine> 2d6 I take that back let's instantly be home right now
[22:57:32] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, I take that back let's instantly be home right now: 5 [2d6=4,1]
[22:58:08] <Caitlin> "But, I've never had a drink before. Not of this sort, at least. Wouldn't it be against regulations?"
[22:58:13] <Elsa> "More like, I got it from somewhere, I can't really control what I get though."
[22:58:31] <Elsa> "Don't worry about it a bit of that here and there never hurt anyone."
[22:58:59] <Flaurentine> As Joslyn is distracted, she'd turn back to notice the road looking slightly different. Huh.
[23:00:06] <Caitlin> "Well, if you say so, Elsa." It'd be rude to refuse given the circumstances. "How do you open it?"
[23:01:23] * Elsa had tried to do some fancy things with the car but failed, "Well you need a corkscrew opener, the last bottle I got was already open."
[23:02:09] <Caitlin> "Oh. I don't own such a thing."
[23:03:30] <Elsa> "We can also use a shoe and sidewalk to open it, I'll show you later."
[23:04:18] <Caitlin> That takes Caitlin aback a little bit, "A-ah, I see." That doesn't sound sanitary, does it?
[23:04:46] <Elsa> It is actually very sanitary
[23:05:14] * Flaurentine removes her hand from her mouth. It may just occur to some that she'd gotten finished sneezing.
[23:06:43] <~Oxford> Though only a few hours have passed, the car is already rounding the harbor towards St. Cheswhick's. The sun is setting behind the monastery, and the old stone buildings glow red in the light.
[23:14:00] <~Oxford> Inside, their dormroom bunks seem more comfortable than ever. The combination of exhaustion, relief, and red wine promise to see them swiftly to sleep.
[23:14:04] <~Oxford> /session
[13:31:44] <~Oxford> Elsa has been excused from morning drills for the time being, but her academic classes are still mandatory, and still as challenging as ever. After lunch in the refectory, she finally has about 45 minutes to herself.
[13:33:06] * Elsa has been sensible about her clothing this time, opting to wear her new heavy coat to conceal her wings. It is mightily unconfortable. She decides to look for a certain blonde girl, mostly out of guilt
[13:35:33] <~Oxford> The blonde in question is eated a few tables down, amidst a gaggle of her friends and hangers-on. Maria Darlington had always been popular, and with the homecoming dance approaching, her fashion sense is currently in high demand.
[13:37:28] * Elsa quietly munches on a piece of bread waiting for her to be unnocupied. She is blatantly staring at her though. She really want to get rid of the coat, she gets the feeling she'll get a wing cramp, and frankly she doesn't feel anyone would know how to deal with it.
[13:39:49] <~Oxford> Getting Maria alone could prove difficult. Even going to the water closet, she seems to be accompanied by at least two or three of her closest attendants. Still, Elsa had managed it once before…
[13:41:39] * Elsa really has no choice, she follows the group inside and greets them with a shy "Hello."
[13:49:30] <~Oxford> "-and I was like, 'Jenny, I told you the blue dress would make you look like a harlot' and she totally freaked out and I dunno why, when I was just being-" She continues talking to her friends, either not hearing or pretending not to have heard Elsa's greeting.
[13:51:36] * Elsa looks straight at Maria, yeah that was her name, and says, now more confidently, "I want to talk to you."
[13:55:03] <~Oxford> She stops in mid-sentence, looks up from the bathroom mirror, and meets Elsa's gaze dead-on. "Well, I don't want to talk to you," she says flatly, before grabbing her makeup and storming out of the bathroom.
[13:55:45] <~Oxford> Her two friends exchange glances and back away from Elsa a few steps before turning to follow her out.
[13:58:23] * Elsa quickly follows them out…maybe SOMETHING will get her attention. Maybe a quick flash of fire a few meters ahead of her will do the trick, as long as there aren't any people in the way.
[13:59:03] <Elsa> 2d6+6
[13:59:03] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 2d6+6: 15 [2d6=6,3]
[14:00:46] * Elsa audibly snaps her fingers and an apparition of some sort of big bird made out of fire appears in front of the group, stays there for a second, then dissapears as fast as it appeared.
[14:01:03] <Elsa> 2d6+6 booze summon
[14:01:04] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, booze summon: 11 [2d6=2,3]
[14:02:04] * Elsa puts her arms behind her back and tries to summon some wine as some sort of apology gift whe this happens. "I said I wanted to talk."
[14:03:53] <~Oxford> Maria's two companions gasp and point at the flaming image, looking at each other to be sure they're seeing the same thing. Maria herself reacts more volitilely - she screams and hurtles headlong down the corridor, disappearing around the corner.
[14:06:24] * Elsa sighs and looks at the bottle of wine, she thinks about starting to drink it, but then walks to the confused pair and gives it to them, "Lets keep this a secret, shall we?" She smiles and practically dumps the wine bottle into one of their pair of hands. She runs after the girl.
[14:09:58] <~Oxford> The two girls numbly accept her offering, too dazed to do otherwise. Elsa finds the hall around the corner empty, but there's an open door to her immediate left. The other doors in this hall are closed, for the most part.
[14:12:23] * Elsa peeks into the room with the open door, "Really, I just want to say I'm sorry." she says as calmly as possible as she summons yet another bottle of wine into her hands. "And maybe explain some things to you."
[14:17:08] <~Oxford> Maria seems to have been hiding behind the sofa, but when Elsa speaks she stands up and points a finger at the girl. "You stay back, you psycho. I kicked your ass once and I'll do it again, I swear it."
[14:11:12] <Elsa> 2d6+6 more booze
[14:11:13] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, more booze: 12 [2d6=5,1]
[14:12:23] * Elsa peeks into the room with the open door, "Really, I just want to say I'm sorry." she says as calmly as possible as she summons yet another bottle of wine into her hands. "And maybe explain some things to you."
[14:17:08] <~Oxford> Maria seems to have been hiding behind the sofa, but when Elsa speaks she stands up and points a finger at the girl. "You stay back, you psycho. I kicked your ass once and I'll do it again, I swear it."
[14:29:51] * Elsa flinches back at the outburst, "Yeah…I'm really sorry about that…I really wasn't myself." She puts the bottle of wine on the coffee table that is obviously there. "I brought a gift too." She says stepping back.
[14:47:14] <~Oxford> "Weren't yourself? You tried to /kill/ me, for godsake! Next you'll say you were just having a bad day." She glares at the bottle of wine on the table, not especially impressed but at least recognizing the gesture as sincere.
[14:51:35] * Elsa taps her foot and walks around and closes the door, she sighs and say "I guess there is no other way…if I said magic you wouldn't believe me anyways." She says unbottoning the front of her coat. "Didn't you find it wierd there were military people in this school?"
[14:53:15] <~Oxford> "Weird? It's a military academy, dumbass. What did you expect. And what're you doing with your coat?" She's keeping the couch between her and Elsa, circling away from the other girl as she moves.
[14:55:19] <Elsa> "Oh right, forgot about that part…hehe" She smiles shyly, "But when I said magic I meant it."
[14:57:03] <~Oxford> "Magic? Er, look, that's an alright coat, but I don't want it. Really, it suits you better…"
[14:58:25] <Elsa> 2d6+6 magic show?
[14:58:26] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, magic show?: 18 [2d6=6,6]
[15:04:04] * Elsa keeps her coat on, there is a flash of orange on her back. She points her finger towards the blonde girl, and says "This is my way of saying sorry, you get to know a secet, but pplease keep it." And with that a small, fist sized fireball erupts from the tip of her finger, which then splits into four that spin around the room a couple of times, lighting any candles in the room before all but one land on the fireplace the last one becomes a bird that lands on Elsa's outsretched finger before dissipating.
[15:08:02] <~Oxford> A look of shock spreads across Maria's face. "Y-you…," she manages, struggling to get the words out, "you're the Angel of Bougnetsport?"
[15:09:38] * Elsa looks confused, "The what in the what now?"
[15:12:12] <Elsa> "In any case, sometimes magic is hard to control and has…some really bad effects. I deserved what you did to me either way." She says passing a hand to one of the scars in her face. She sits on the table withe her elbow on the knees looking down.
[15:12:49] <~Oxford> "You are! In the city this weekend, people said they saw a girl shoot down those bombers! And then there was that explosion - you caused that, didn't you! People said you had wings!" She sits down heavily on the sofa.
[15:15:15] <Elsa> "I got those from…"She shrudders, "The last time I lost it. I was ready to burn everything down but, thankfully, Westfield stopped me."
[15:19:40] <~Oxford> "West- the history professor?" She takes a while to soak it all in. "Magic, huh? So you're some kind of priestess or something?"
[15:23:03] * Elsa sighs, "Not really. I'm just a girl. Listen, I'm really sorry about what I did. Will you ever forgive me? I'm not really good at…this sort of thing."
[15:27:43] <~Oxford> "I…" She stands up from the sofa and crosses her arms. "I guess I beat you up pretty bad last time, so we'll call it even. But listen, we're not friends; you keep your crazy powers to yourself."
[15:29:12] <Elsa> "Yeah I know, just, stay away from me for a while after there is an attack. Just to be safe…Thanks for listening."
[15:31:21] <~Oxford> Maria's opened the door and is heading out when she suddenly turns back. "Oh, but word of advice? It doesn't matter whether you're crazy from casting spells or just a plain-old lunatic. If you go around hurting people, you need to get help. Seriously." She leaves, letting the door fall closed behind her.