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- [10:54pm] Mons: ok
- [10:55pm] Mons: So we open on the... 18th! Everyone else seems to have dicked off in smaller groups than yesterday and the day before, leaving poor Beatoriche all alone to tromp off to the woods.
- [10:56pm] Beatrice: Well, she IS the only telepath among the gifted, so this isn't entirely too shocking to her. She gathers her things and heads off toward the woods, keeping an eye out for this class room.
- [10:56pm] Mons: The Psychic Aptitude classroom is... strangely standard as far as things go, from the outside at least--there doesn't SEEM to be anything special about the adjoining dorm, but weeeelll.
- [10:58pm] Mons: It's definitely the right place though, you hit it just as a couple people are filing in.
- [10:59pm] • Beatrice shuffles along with the others, looking around to see if there is indeed anything out of the ordinary here.
- [11:02pm] Mons: The inside of the classroom is... weird. Not unexpectedly weird, more strange in the right ways that you'd want for this sort of thing. Chairs, desks, couches and all that are scattered haphazardly around the room along with antiques and paraphernalia--globes, incense burners (active of course), stuffed parrots, a miniature pine tree... WEIRD. There's no desk or apparatus in the center either, just a cloth over a pile of crates.
- [11:03pm] Beatrice: (stuffed chattots, you mean :p?)
- [11:03pm] • Beatrice takes a seat near one of the incense burners, away from the pine tree. Something can't be right about that pine tree.
- [11:03pm] Mons: yeah.
- [11:05pm] Beatrice: She looks around at her class mates idly while waiting on the Professor to arrive.
- [11:06pm] Mons: Not quite the same set of students as before, the class is certainly bigger than LS was.
- [11:06pm] Mons: But the academy really is huge--you might not even see half of these people the next week due to schedules.
- [11:07pm] Mons: And of course, the crates in the middle choose this moment to take their cloak off and--wait what. Oh, you just ASSUMED they were crates. Maybe. Either way there's an old lady under there.
- [11:09pm] • Beatrice looks to this surprise entrance of sorts curiously. She's noticing a pattern here with first day classes and Professor entrances.
- [11:09pm] Mons: "Gooooood morning, eeeeeveryone." Her voice is... creaky, almost, like she's trying too hard to show her age. "I am Elaine Lesorce, your proffeeeesssor for this class. Now, you are aaaaaaall here today because you are, in one way or another, gifted. Myyy question is, do you reeeeeally comprehend your gifts?"
- [11:10pm] Mons: She waves a hand and strategically placed blindfolds fly at everyone's eyes and tie themselves. The last thing you see is her standing up, contrary to the hunchback image she had been presenting before. "Right, okay. Enough of the act."
- [11:11pm] Mons: "Basically, until you're able to navigate the world with your powers alone, you're gonna have to keep the blindfolds on for the duration of the class.:
- [11:13pm] Mons: And NOW you get the clutter. It's going to be pretty hard to stumble your way around as you aren't used to this.
- [11:14pm] Mons: "So let's see, where do we start, where do we start..."
- [11:14pm] Beatrice: "Euh." Double blinded folded, alright. She sits still for a bit, listening for now.
- [11:16pm] Mons: "Basics, maybe. Pair up and fight, don't worry about losing consciousness, we've probably got enough here to bring you guys back easy."
- [11:17pm] Mons: Of course, this 'pair up' deal is easier said than done... You can at least hear your classmates stumbling around trying to find each other, chattering along the way before the teacher blares a mental airhorn and goes <NO TALKING!>
- [11:17pm] RichterBelmont joined the chat room.
- [11:18pm] RichterBelmont is now known as DiceMaid-9001.
- [11:18pm] Beatrice: She jolts a bit at the voice, but stands slowly afterward. First thing she tries is to hold a hand forward, and create a light source, see just how thick this second fold is.
- [11:18pm] Beatrice: (photokinesis, of course)
- [11:18pm] Mons: The light just barely peeks through the bottom. THICK.
- [11:19pm] Mons: 1d100
- [11:19pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, 1d100: 55 [1d100=55]
- [11:19pm] Mons: 1d100 trollier please
- [11:19pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, trollier please: 44 [1d100=44]
- [11:19pm] Mons: Eh
- [11:20pm] Mons: At this point, someone stumbles... in front of you? Somewhere in your general direction and a hand presses directly on your breasts.
- [11:20pm] Mons: It pauses for a moment before jumping back.
- [11:20pm] Mons: "H-hey I--" <NO TALKING!>
- [11:21pm] Beatrice: She shrugs even though no one can see it, they WERE all blind folded. Reaches forward, trying to take hold of the hand. <Just be still.>
- [11:21pm] Mons: Hand's there... Definitely female. Flails more and takes another step back. <We were told to fight.>
- [11:21pm] Mons: The voice is cold and clear... direct. She got her composure back quick.
- [11:22pm] Mons: And you can certainly hear people doing... things to each other, attack noises and such.
- [11:23pm] Mons: A pokeball pops before a <NO POKEMON!> goes out and it's forced to return.
- [11:23pm] Beatrice: <And zat we shall, just no sense in stubling away when you found someone.> She releases her grasp, takes a step back, trying not to bump into anything.
- [11:23pm] Mons: 1d2 who goes first
- [11:23pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, who goes first: 1 [1d2=1]
- [11:23pm] Mons: beato it is
- [11:24pm] Beatrice: She conjures up two night dazes and fires them forward, best not to let her opponent get too far off.
- [11:24pm] Beatrice: 2#1d20
- [11:24pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, 2#1d20: 2 [1d20=2], 20 [1d20=20]
- [11:24pm] CounterBeard joined the chat room.
- [11:24pm] Beatrice: (well then.)
- [11:25pm] Beatrice: 6d12+28+18 for the one that crit, I guess.
- [11:25pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, for the one that crit, I guess.: 96 [6d12=3,8,10,10,10,9]
- [11:25pm] Kaingaskhan: (jesus)
- [11:25pm] CounterBeard: (Dearlord what did I walk into? What is getting raped?)
- [11:26pm] Beatrice: (some poor girl who grabbed Beatrice's boobs :B)
- [11:26pm] Mons: SPECIAL RULE #1: Before attacking roll int. Disparity in rolls means the loser misses automatically. Certain features used cleverly may bypass this.
- [11:26pm] Mons: SPECIAL RULE #2: Without a way to bypass blindness, all ACs are 4 higher.
- [11:26pm] Beatrice: (oh well then 3:)
- [11:27pm] Mons: 1d20+???
- [11:27pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, 1d20+???: 14 [1d20=14]
- [11:27pm] Beatrice: 1d20+3
- [11:27pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, 1d20+3: 16 [1d20=13]
- [11:27pm] Mons: Close enough to not miss
- [11:27pm] Mons: And it definitely DID hit.
- [11:27pm] Beatrice: (so I should just reroll all that then?)
- [11:28pm] Mons: Naw I'm using that roll
- [11:28pm] Mons: Mystery girl confuse rays
- [11:28pm] Mons: 1d20 hex
- [11:28pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, hex: 16 [1d20=16]
- [11:29pm] Mons: 4d12+16+25
- [11:29pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, 4d12+16+25: 70 [4d12=12,3,6,8]
- [11:29pm] Mons: 1d20+6 int round 2
- [11:29pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, int round 2: 19 [1d20=13]
- [11:29pm] Beatrice: Wobble wobble. She's bashed around a bit.
- [11:29pm] Beatrice: 1d20+3 oh dear.
- [11:29pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, oh dear.: 13 [1d20=10]
- [11:30pm] Mons: Auto-miss. Roll confuse
- [11:30pm] Beatrice: 1d20 confuse check, can't use empath feats?
- [11:30pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, confuse check, can't use empath feats?: 12 [1d20=12]
- [11:30pm] Mons: Empath works sure
- [11:30pm] Mons: Just any attack will miss
- [11:31pm] • Beatrice withdraws a flask of some mysterious concoction, takes a swig, she's too dazed to strike.
- [11:31pm] Mons: 1d20+6 Mystery girl focuses...
- [11:31pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, Mystery girl focuses...: 19 [1d20=13]
- [11:32pm] Beatrice: 4d12+24+12 two healing powers
- [11:32pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, two healing powers: 70 [4d12=7,10,11,6]
- [11:32pm] Mons: And you shiver. It's like something jabbed at your soul.
- [11:32pm] Mons: Beatrice is Fearful.
- [11:32pm] Mons: 1d20 Poison Gas
- [11:32pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, Poison Gas: 8 [1d20=8]
- [11:33pm] Mons: 6-2+4... just misses because 12 dex
- [11:33pm] Mons: 1d20+6 int round 3
- [11:33pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, int round 3: 21 [1d20=15]
- [11:33pm] Beatrice: 1d20+3 oh dear.
- [11:33pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, oh dear.: 16 [1d20=13]
- [11:33pm] Ramiel|Uh-Ohtime joined the chat room.
- [11:34pm] Mons: Within 5 is good enough
- [11:34pm] Mons: You're on even ground again
- [11:34pm] Beatrice: 1d20 confuse check
- [11:34pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, confuse check: 10 [1d20=10]
- [11:34pm] Ramiel|Uh-Ohtime is now known as Ramiel.
- [11:35pm] Beatrice: Apparantly she is not, stubs a toe.
- [11:35pm] Mons: I'm gonna say use your TL for stab. probcontrolling?
- [11:35pm] Beatrice: (oh right I forgot about 3 wishes D:)
- [11:35pm] Beatrice: 1d20 then first wish
- [11:35pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, then first wish: 20 [1d20=20]
- [11:35pm] Mons: Cured
- [11:36pm] Beatrice: No confusion, she readies two more night dazes, trying to finish this.
- [11:36pm] Beatrice: 2#1d20
- [11:36pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, 2#1d20: 13 [1d20=13], 16 [1d20=16]
- [11:36pm] Mons: Both hit.
- [11:36pm] Beatrice: 2#3d12+30
- [11:36pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, 2#3d12+30: 46 [3d12=1,7,8], 59 [3d12=9,11,9]
- [11:36pm] Mons: Definitely hit. She gasps quietly and goes completely silent, no *thud* though...
- [11:37pm] Mons: 3d12+18+25 heals self; 1d20 CURSE
- [11:37pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, heals self: 59 [3d12=7,8,1]; CURSE: 10 [1d20=10]
- [11:38pm] Mons: Seems like she's gambling now.
- [11:38pm] Mons: 1d20+6 int round 3
- [11:38pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, int round 3: 24 [1d20=18]
- [11:38pm] Beatrice: (what's the AC on Curse again?)
- [11:38pm] Beatrice: (I completely have forgotten this.)
- [11:38pm] Mons: 4
- [11:38pm] Mons: Or... no
- [11:38pm] Mons: It's nomiss.
- [11:38pm] Beatrice: (oh well then.)
- [11:38pm] Mons: 1/8 HP a turn
- [11:39pm] Beatrice: 1d20+3 lol hugh int
- [11:39pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, lol hugh int: 22 [1d20=19]
- [11:39pm] Mons: Oh snap
- [11:39pm] Mons: You're on even ground again
- [11:39pm] • Beatrice takes another swig from the flask
- [11:40pm] Beatrice: 2d12+18
- [11:40pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, 2d12+18: 30 [2d12=9,3]
- [11:40pm] Beatrice: Which is barely enough to let her try to finish this before this poison gets to her.
- [11:40pm] Beatrice: 1d20 night daze
- [11:40pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, night daze: 18 [1d20=18]
- [11:40pm] Beatrice: 3d12+30
- [11:40pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, 3d12+30: 54 [3d12=5,10,9]
- [11:40pm] Mons: Wobble... thud.
- [11:40pm] Mons: Looks like you did it.
- [11:41pm] Mons: Curse is still ticking, though...
- [11:41pm] Mons: ...Until something floats over and whaps you. You feel much better!
- [11:41pm] Mons: ???? used Heal Pulse!
- [11:42pm] Mons: After a bit there are some more thuds as other people win. <BLINDFOLDS OFF!>
- [11:42pm] Mons: <TALKING NOW ALLOWED!>
- [11:42pm] Mons: Perception
- [11:42pm] Beatrice: 1d20+1
- [11:42pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, 1d20+1: 13 [1d20=12]
- [11:43pm] • Beatrice goes to remove the blind, sorta curious how her dueling partner is fairing.
- [11:43pm] Mons: You just catch a glimpse of the teacher before she hunches back down... A lot less old than she looked initially, more in her 40s than her 60s. The thing that heal pulsed you seems to have been a Gallade, and your partner is in something like a robe, just... tighter. Long, green hair.
- [11:44pm] Mons: Average build.
- [11:44pm] Mons: The Gallade marches back next to the teacher--with a clearer look at it, it becomes evident that its blades are made of wood, little twigs sprouting from them and all.
- [11:45pm] Kaingaskhan: (Oh god)
- [11:45pm] Mons: Wooden swords are PROTAG TIER don't you know.
- [11:46pm] • Beatrice offers a hand to help her partner up, if she's not already. "You did not have to try to apologize about touching my chest, you know. We WERE blind folded," smiles slightly.
- [11:46pm] Mons: "Thaaaaat will be more or leeeessss alll for todaaaaay, yeeees. Aaat leeeeasst in teeeerms of actiiivity. Yoooouuu aaare freee to praaaactice and sooocialize, blindfooolds or noooo. I doooo encooouraaage you all to meeet each ooother."
- [11:47pm] Mons: Greenhair refuses the hand and pushes herself up. "...'m fine. Name."
- [11:47pm] Beatrice: "Beatrice. Beatrice Fauxicore."
- [11:48pm] Mons: "Cecilia Cerrano. You... beat me. My bet didn't win. Unusual."
- [11:48pm] Mons: She leans in and smells you. "Ghosts..."
- [11:49pm] • Beatrice shakes the empty flask. "Medicinals." And she smellls back?
- [11:49pm] Mons: "Going to win next time. Prepare yourself." She takes a seat... smells like a person to you, weird. Wonder what she smelled in you.
- [11:50pm] Mons: Professor: "Eeeehehehehee. Don't be expeeeecting a fight agaaaain! The woooonders of the miiind are vaaast."
- [11:51pm] • Beatrice sits across from the girl. "It could have gone either way, ze poison nearly did me in. It appears you are trained in hexxing?"
- [11:51pm] Mons: Cecilia turns away a little and stares. "...natural.
- [11:52pm] Mons: "Not trained."
- [11:54pm] Beatrice: "Natural? No focus? No arcana. Hm...Where are you from, Cecilia?"
- [11:54pm] Mons: "Here."
- [11:55pm] Beatrice: "A native of Gennis, you mean?"
- [11:55pm] Mons: "Yes."
- [11:57pm] • Beatrice nods, taking out a little sewing kit from her bag and getting to work on something. "I am from ze eastern isles myself. Hexing is more...learned for us, not as natural. I am still inexperienced in it myself, my own...natural, gifts, were more related to ghosts, yes."
- [11:57pm] Mons: "Hm."
- [11:58pm] Beatrice: "I presume you live at ze dorm here? I do not believe I have seen you at the Mystical Aptitude dorm."
- [11:58pm] Mons: "...Don't much like ghosts."
- [11:59pm] Beatrice: "Most do not, it seems. An oddity I am slowly understanding. What do you prefer, zen?"
- [12:00am] Mons: She stares and thinks. "...potential... I like Potential." She nods.
- [12:00am] Mons: No more definition than that.
- [12:01am] Beatrice: "I meant Pokemon wise, Cecilia," she laughs.
- [12:01am] Mons: "So did I."
- [12:02am] DamienLunas: (that girl. She is a STAR.)
- [12:06am] • Beatrice puts her sewing aside briefly enough to release her Petilil on top of the desk. "Well, zen our likes are all not zat different. Zis is Erzulie. Perfectly normal, still growing to her full potential. Not a ghost." She pauses. "Well, not one yet, at least."
- [12:06am] Mons: "...hm.
- [12:07am] Mons: She takes out a pokeball slowly and POP. Vespiquen? Hm. "Her name is Cheese."
- [12:09am] Mons: "...what's wrong with cheese?"
- [12:10am] • Beatrice looks to Cheese with a smile. "Nothing, Bug Types are marvelous. Highly adaptable, and grow quickly."
- [12:10am] Mons: "Yes."
- [12:11am] Mons: The room seems to be clearing out a little at this point.
- [12:12am] • Beatrice takes note of this, finishing up her little green haired doll. "I take it you are not in Mystical Aptitude, Cecilia?"
- [12:12am] Mons: "No."
- [12:12am] Mons: "I already know my mystical aptitude is at one hundred percent."
- [12:13am] Beatrice: "Well zen I envy you for your control of your powers," she says humbly and truthfully. "I suppose we shall meet again next week, zen? Do you plan to attend zis class every Wednesday zat is not an exam date?"
- [12:13am] Mons: "Dunno."
- [12:14am] Beatrice: "Well it would be dificult to have a rematch if we do not attend ze same days," she grins mischeviously.
- [12:14am] Mons: "I can find you when ready."
- [12:16am] • Beatrice stands to leave after stowing away the sewing kit and returning Erzulie. "And I shall look forward to it, Au revoir, Cecilia. Until we meet again."
- [12:17am] Mons: "Mmm."
- [12:17am] Mons: /mini
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