RP:The Drinking Night that went South

Summary: Thamalys meets his shadowy friend Valen at the Academy of Magics. The two are off to a very good start as usual, foretasting already a well-deserved drink. Sadly, the Avian gets utterly wrong a rather innocent pun of the Immortal, the misunderstanding resulting in a fire that sets ablaze half of the Academy's kitchen. While dealing with the aftermath, the two are joined by Rorin and Ngirturong in the attempt to deal with a quite furious Kreekitaka.

Larket: Academy of Magics

Valen would have made his way from the fireplace, to where the Foyer was. After having such an in depth conversation with his undead friend, Goren, things were certainly on his mind. With a sigh he would go to start making his way towards the exit of the Academy, when Moira, a female of about nineteen...brunette with frosted tips, hair that came to the mid of her neck, Hazel eyes, and terribly pale skin, would call out to him as she passed him from behind "I vould not be leaving juzt yet. You are going to be getting a friend to vizit veery zoon." With a chuckle, as the Ice magess was never wrong, he would simply nod "Alright Moira thank you. Go and keep an eye on your brother Sasha, and I will let you know when it's time to go later." With that, he would stand and wait at the door for whowver was visiting.

Thamalys hurried along the windy streets of the city, made even more treacherous by the recent earth tremor. Caothic masses of debris still roughly piled up everywhere indeed, the scenario did get quite a lot tidier when the Blue eventually reached the Academy, his solid blue eyes utterly anchored on the bulky doors already, surely separating him - or so he was thinking - from a tedious search for the Immortal, most likely deeply adsorbed in some urgent matter somewhere hidden in the innards of the mighty building. In line with his mood, the Avian wore quite a lot of black. Dark, leathery pants wrapping his skinny legs, the gloominess proceeded with a rather elegant shirt, pitch black but for a shiny embroidery along sleeves and neck alike, telling stories of forgotten trees and too far away forests. Wings neatly unfurled, a sizable satchel hung at his side, the much more intimidating shapes of an exceedingly tall halberd perching from his shoulders. Some long strides only, and huff and a puff, and there he was, already connecting with the wooden panels. Without even slowing down the tiniest bit, the Blue would have then outstretched both of his unnaturally long arms, laying them down on the wood and consequently pushing the doors along the hinges showing very little care for whoever might have been - if anyone indeed - on the other side.

Valen would see that Moira was right once again and at seeing Thamalys his eyes would light up to an almost effervescent quality. Out of all the people that he had thought to show up on his doorstep, this one had actually been the last on his list but it was so good to see a friend again. Immediately the Immortal, as the doors started to open and he saw who was making them do so, would rush forward in his usual clothes and hug the male tightly, befor eletting go suddenly. Certainly the term Dark Immortal was lost upon himself with such a display. "Thamalys!" It had been what seemed like ages since he had seen the avian, and to Thamalys at least it would seem like the Teacher was in much better spirits. "Thamalys....when the hell did you get a halberd?" He didnt really care about that, but it was new, and derseved notice. "Where were you when that quake happened? Were you hurt? Please tell me that Emilia is safe...Also...Im sorry but the house of Ara...It's gone. It got swallowed up by a sinkhole it looks like! I heard people doing evacuations, I may have to do that here soon, and on top of everything I was so worried about you!" Taking a moment to calm down, a soft blush came to his cheeks as he looked away out of embarrassment. "I am hardly acting like a Master of Shadows..."

Thamalys would have walked right into the Vampire embrace, his momentum preventing any other outcome. Well, he could have thought of much worse, albeit the Immortal, it has to be said, seemed to have quite a pronounced proclivity to take the Blue in his arms. Nevertheless, it would have seemed that the wearisome search he was dreading was already over. "That is good..." he would have muttered in a low pitch, a split second before answering the embrace with an only slightly less energetic grip of his tattooed hand on the Vampire's right shoulder. "Shadow Master..." he began, dipping ever so slightly his head, a knotty mass of ivory braids happily following hereafter, a thin grin surfacing on the pale face of the Avian. " It is so good to see you. This one..." he continued, casually waving his left hand to point to the massive weapon laced on his back "... I got thanks to the generosity of the Guild. It would seem one cannot be ever too careful these days. And luckily enough I was in Frostmaw that dire day. Emilia... was not so lucky, but she is now perfectly fine. Quite bewitching in fact." He froze, not entirely sure of the reason why he would have felt the need to be that specific. "Anyway..." he went on after having slowly shaken his head, "the House. It is beyond sorrow, my friend, what happened to that beautiful place. Forget about me, and the fact that was the only place I could call Home... but the people. Oh, the people. We are so overwhelmed, so many need us Healers, and yet we lost most of our supplies, and we do not have any proper space, and... ah, I am hardly acting like an Healer myself, am I?" he would have concluded, his voice broken down the weight of the most unfortunate reality, his hand still on the Immortal's shoulder.

Valen heard the lowness in his pitch, knowing that the Blue must be having some seriously bad days this past week...what with everything that had happened. The grip to his shoulder caused a new type of comfort to wash over him, and if the Avian looked, or even felt it, the hug had not been one of amorous feelings this time, but one of true concern and one of the utmost brotherly feeling one could have. "It's so good to see you too Thamalys." The explanation of th guild presenting him with the Halberd would earn a nod, and a sigh of relief when he had heard that the male had been in Frostmaw. "It happened during the wedding....Right when the crown was put on Josleen's head. Someone -had- to have done something to it. I am just trying to-" Then Emilia, but she was safe! A chuckle would escape his lips before saying "You know she's married to a Dragon right? Let him hear you talk like that and he's liable to think your out to steal her...Though I am certainly glad she is alright." there had been a time where Thamalys saying that about another, would have caused a pang of jealousy, but it was not this day. the news that they were over-run with thos ein need of healing, it broke his heart but as always...Valen had a solution. "I can make healing runes for you on bits of cloth and other things that you can put on people's wounds. I will have the entire Academy working on it to help you and the healers Thamalys, mark my words." A hand would in kind be placed on Thamalys' shoulder and a gentle squeeze given for re-assurance. "It will be alright." Poor Thamalys, his voice was haeartbreaking to Valen but the reality was there was little else he could do beyond what he had just offered. "Tell me. Do you have time to talk over a drink?" A smirk would be given, and he would look up at the cieling. "Half this building is condemned, my son still remains missing...Bards coming in and out like they own the place, waking up my students at odd hours of the night..." His eyes would find Thamalys again "I'd say both of us have earned that drink."

Thamalys did eventually let go of the Immortal's shoulder, the moment after, in fact, he found himself accused of feeling something for the Icy One. So distant was that particular idea from even the most remote corner of the mind of the Blue, the latter would have cracked a solid smile, those thin grey lips curving oddly within the sharp features of his face. "Healing runes on rags? Well, that does sounds quite interesting..." he commented, his mind already racing to explore the possibilities. "Why, a drink in your company would always be more than welcome - especially as I seem to recall you do have some taste, am I not right? If you would be so kind to lead the way..." he went, his right arm waving widely in the air as if inviting the Vampire to marshal the two of them. "So..." he inquired, most likely gracelessly trudging through the vast hall already, "... how long would those rune hold on the cloth. Could we store them and use them, say, some weeks after? We especially need something against blood loss... I almost run out of any herb that could help..."

Valen saw the grin and would give off another smirk as well. "I...do think my taste is one we can trust, if just for this evening." The questions about the rags, cloth, hell even clothes, would be answered with a short explanation. "The runes will continue to work as long as they remain on whatever is being used. Gradually yes, over time, they will deteriorate but the supply with which I plan to give you will more than compensate for that fact. Store them, use them, so long as the stitching doesnt come out, or however the runes are put onto them, you can used them indeifinately if the utmost care is used while handling them." As they finally reached the kitchen he would go to where a few bottles of wine had already been sitting out, would pick out two, and bring them over to Thamalys with a joking voice "I hope you don't mind trying bloodwine?" Again, it had been a joke but he wanted to see the Avian's reaction. This would be long over-due in all seriousness,, both of them needed this at least for themselves, and the Immortal was only too pleased that things were finally coming to fruition...that he once again could visit with his friend.

Thamalys nodded intently, noting every information about that brilliant idea of the runes - so much potential to make a difference, in such tough times. He meekly followed the Immortal into the steaming realm of saucepans and teapots, admiring the goods on the shelves, eyeing the oils and the beverages sitting in all the manners of funny-looking bottles, his hands caressing things, the hint of lavender scent linging around him mingling flawlessly with the spicy aroma leaking from the cupboard... only to stop abruptly at the mention of the unholy beverage. "Excuse me?" he would have inquired, physically taken aback by the mere notion of such a barbarity, his outrage building up so quickly that a fiery gush of blue flames dripped from his right hand, shortly after splashing on the wooden floor.

Valen would pale, even more than he already had been, and realized that he had done goofed. "Thamalys no no! I'm sorry it...It was just a joke!" He would even hold up the bottle to show that even -he- was not drinking Blood Wine, rather they were both about to enjoy some -very- fine absinthe. "Thamalys please listen to me I did not mean to make you upset, I...I thought you might have had one of your more endearing responses...Please, I know I crossed a line and for that I apologize. Perhaps I can also offer you some dinner to go along with this in recompense?" This was the last thing that he needed, to have a friend angry at him in such a way and after so much. So worried was he, and so occupied, that he did not notice when his own eyes flashed a golden emerald for the briefest of moments before changing back to their normal blue.

Thamalys shook his head as if waking up from some sort of distant dream. "Oh. Oh of course... so silly of me to even think you could possibly..." if the Avian ever blushed, that very moment was as closest as he would ever got to that colourful shade he rose on his face. However, that would have been the least of his worries at this stage, the spurt of fire already cheerfully dancing across the floor. "By the Wind, what have I done..." he moaned while witnessing the flames merrily devouring the wood, already menacing to climb up drawers and shelves. "Quick! Some water, something, anything!" he could have yelled to the Immortal, the latter probably still holding the sophisticated liquor in his hands. immediately after, the Blue would have turned his right hand, standing tall above his head, in an elegant gesture that did result in some of the flames to die out. However, that recall was not enough, so that he eventually resorted to a much less elegant - if more effective - stomping, the eyes of The Clumsy One silently calling for some help.

Valen would blink as he suddenly saw the flames were -still- going. Wow, Thamalys must have been really hacked off in order to summon such a strong burning fire, rather than some that would just poof after a few moments. Well, now would be no time to waist, Using his hand to direct a shadow to start the kitchen pump, he would then command more shadows to form a long tube, an end that lay in the sink and another that would fall in his hand. The shadows would start to convulse in his hand, drawing the water in and out the end that was in his hand as he started to spray down the fires that had started. Heart racing, even though it was dead, he would hope that Thamalys' flame could be put out this way, lest they both end up soaking wet more than likely as the Vampire was simply just winging it at this point.

Thamalys let go of a massive sigh of relief, the moment the Shadow Master put on that frankly stunning display of dark waterworks. Which, incidentally, seemed to work quite nicely, the watery result strangling the last flames still creeping on the floor. "That. That, my friend, was quite a sight..." he would have uttered softly, still trying to catch his breath after so much trampling around. Gazing upon the tempting liquor swaying in those beautiful bottles nearby, for a moment only the Blue thought that a drink would have been even more in order to celebrate such an overwhelming victory. However, somebody would have had to explain why half of the Academy's kitchen floor was basically now turned into coal-black sooth. Yet another groan, this time halfway between annoyance and longing, then the Avian turned on his - bare ! - heels, gesturing toward the Immortal nearby. "Thank you for that... but, I feel we should look for the majordomo and let him know about this. Of course, the Guild would cover the damage..." he went on, already pacing swiftly toward the main hall, the Vampire most likely following. Such a bitter end for a well-deserved evening of pleasant drinking...

Ngirturong would be in her room of the Academy, standing in front of her mirror, modeling her new style of clothing as take various poses. She had found a nice black vest, where thin harded plates could be placed within to offer the teen protection. Because of her large lady lumps, the vest is made in two pieces, one the fits and conforms to her breasts and the other fitting over her mid section. The pieces are connected by strapes, at the front and back, and strapes from the back of the vest can be tied in place at the front to keep the vest in place. She sticks with her loose, flowling black skirt as it gives her room to move freely. Happy with her new style, the teen moves her hands to her long raven black locks, gathering the strands to braid them in a single long tail. She moves the her bed, where her items lay, a small ruby, tuning fork and the broken pieces of her prism stone. She shoves these in small pouches that are around her hip, with the tuning fork simply shoved into her hair behind her ear. She grabs her cloak, slinging in around her shoulders and finally her small bag, which she carries upon her shoulder outside the cloak. Calmly the teen leaves her room, making her way down stairs to the rest of the Academy, this is when she smells the smoke of the fire. She shrugs, figuring this is normal, someone losing control of a fire spell again. She compelled to see this however, she did like to watch the other students practice, so she would follow the smell.

Kreekitaka missed the entire display of fire, but he did not miss the water. Which was actually fairly convenient, given that his water tanks tended to leave a trail of drips everywhere he went--one's kilt can only soak up so much. Today, he was dressed only half-regally--he'd foregone the cape and simply worn a brilliant white-and-purple kilt with color-changing embroidery depicting various creatures of all kinds--and a single uyeer in the middle with claws raised and flames seeming to radiate from its body. Wooo, symbolism! Anyhow, in addition to this kilt, he also wore his water tanks as was necessary, his jawblade, and his gold-and-jewel-and-coral necklace. At first, the guards had been a little hesitant to let him in, but they eventually discovered that when an eight-foot-tall crabman wants to enter a building, two human dudes don't easily deter him. He was trailed by the guards, perhaps, trying to run damage control--keeping him from getting into anything he -especially- shouldn't. "I was askeDAH! here," he insisted to them, loudly enough to be heard by Valen--perhaps the whole college. "SomeHHHTHing abouTAH! a cyoHHHTHing orDAH!er! Why can no one here comprehenDAH! my speech?!" This last question was punctuated by a very frustrated BANG of carapace against stone wall.

Rorin wandered near the fort again as he thought about all that had transpired just a week ago today. Countries met, royals were wed, and this terrible destruction began. But now as rescue workers had saved the primary civilians, and construction crews could clear the rubble, he was mostly left with thought. Thought of what was to come, what had been, what will be. It all swam a bit and sat rather seriously in the pilgrims mind. There was not in truth much for him to do here but think. At some point he had wandered through the ruins of a colossal doorway, under the cracks of the vaulted ceiling overhead, his armored hands trailing upin the pillars of the arches and stonework. He looked much like any other knight- a full helm sat hiding his meloncholy face, the clear gray eyes under it open with contemplation. Outside the windows Larket lay in ruin. Parts of the city were ash. He could smell it here he was fairly certain- despite thst the wind was blowing the other way? Well that's not right, he decided, thinking to himself. Surely there was nothing that had burned so close to here? Then he caught it, a glimmer of light from a far hall- a fire?! Rorin turned and began to rush, over spilt desks, in front of barely held together book cases and a still mostly whole fireplace, a tattered banner hung flatly but rippled as he passed. He had to clomp and clank a bit- rather unlike Rorin even in knights boots and full grieves, the tails of his armored coat flying behind him with the swish of his pants. His weapons were belted to his hips but he did not think he'd need them yet. He dashed among chairs and turned tables until he got to a pair coming towards him, smoke not far behind. "Valen?" He asked the familiar effeminate male, looking quite worriedly over the vampires shoulder, "was there some kind of fire?" He asked through the tin and gravel of the helm, concern quite noticeable nonetheless. Rorin did not need to tell the Larketian knights a fire happened in a building he walked. Let alone the effort expended if more people needed saving. Rorin winced as he knew exactly what he was hearing. A 'Foreign Dignitary', was here.

Valen would finally get the fire out, before looking to Thamalys with a shake of his head "I dont even know -what- you just said. Major who? If its a caretaker, I only just hired a groundskeeper the other night. I am afraid that this is going to have to be done by myself, or by a contractor. Never you mind your head about the guild covering it, I think I can have this covered." Then he heard it, that booming voice, that horrid speech, that fear gripping his heart like the Pirate afraid of the Crocodile. And -just- like that, he was behind Thamalys and pushing him towards the front door with his Vampiric strength. "Find out what he wants!" He would hiss, terror abound as his eyes were now a solid gold color, no longer the blue. Turning around, he would run into Rorin with a jump, hand over where his heart would be as he had heard the boy call his name, just not seen him and it nearly had given him a final death. "Gods dammit Rorin." he would say as he took a moment to calm down, before looking to the door "Alright, look. Rorin, you stay with Thamalys...It's time I faced my fears." Ngirturong had not reached them yet by this point and so it was that Valen would march past the Avian "Change of plans Tham, stay with the boy, but close." Then, with a wave of both his hands, the massive doors would open to the Academy as all the other students would start coming out from their bedrooms to see just what the hell was going on, in time to see the Uyeer walk in and speak in his loud voice, most of them in early to mid-teens. "Ah..Sir Kreekitaka." A soft bow would be given, before righting himself up "I...trust everything is alright?" He would look to the guards "These gentleman arent giving you any trouble, are they?" Then back to Kree "I assure you, I can mostly keep up with your speech it is your interpretive dance that gives pause, however, you do dance very well."

Thamalys watched in awe the events unfolding so rapidly they seemed to have originated from some sort of witchcraft. The armoured one, he could have withstood, but that ungodly mass of clicking meat at the door... no, that was definitely well beyond his reach. Taken aback, the Blue would have just stood tall, a quirky stance bending his slender shapes into something anything but graceful. "Do you even know what that... thing is?" he would have asked to the Paladin, his eyes not leaving for a moment the drama taking place at the doors. Soft tone, low pitch, he could not refrain to point at the monumental form of the Clunky One with his ring finger, which - a keen eye would have probably noticed - was actually trembling a tiny bit, much like the fluttering shapes of his tattoos once more awakening liquid echoes of blue flames upon the ivory skin of the Avian.

Ngirturong still thinks little of the smell of smoke as she hears Valen's voice, forcing a smile to spread across her face as she quickens her pace. However, it would be Kree that she sees first, forcing a her eyes to widen and her mouth to drop open. A scream leaves the teens jaws as she jumps, stumbles backward and trips over her own feet. "What in the holy..."A uncountable amount of swear words leave the teen's tongue as she tries to scurry backward on the ground.

Rorin didn't plan on bumping into Valen but he made sure the vampire was set right. He was made aback though. Valen cursing at him was a rather foreign idea, "who? What?" Rorin had to look around in quite a bit of confusion. Someone named thamalias, vampires fearing things other than paladins, a giant crab man rather rudely bursting into the already damaged building and a fire that either had or hadn't been put out. What the hell was going on around here exactly? He turned to comfort whom he supposed must be Thamalys, "that's a um," he had to think for a moment, staring up at kreekitakas out of place squiddley face, "an Uyeer I believe they're called. I knew him as a tailor before he was a king," Rorins answer was far too simple but that was the story and he seemed to be sticking to it. He wondered if Kree ever even noticed him, past the moment they'd met. A small dark haired lad with a pad of paper and a charcoal nub in his lap, given the same scarf carried by this holy knight. Rorin supposed he was either difficult to notice or hard to miss, and that it mattered more to the kings and queens than it did to the lowly commoners such as he anymore. More than that, he had little to say.

Kreekitaka would have thought he'd been able to get past the whole pointing and screaming bit by now, what with being an international celebrity and everything. Perhaps some things just never change. The girl, ignored. The bird, ignored. The knight, remembered briefly but ignored. A king did not need to trifle with such matters as explaining himself to the masses. Right now, he was here about one person, and his focus locked onto Valen. "Your ciTAH!ee is in ruins," he said, somewhat flatly, "an' yeTAH! somehow you finDAH! iTAH! a gooDAH! TAH!ime TAH!oo spenDAH! your money--which, apparenTAH!yee, accorDAH!ing TAH!oo HHHTHe requesTAH! which reacheDAH! me noTAH! yong ago, you have none TAH!oo spare--on orDAH!ering a cusTAH!om dress. From me." He crossed his arms. This, to him, was the height of stupidity. But he wasn't going to turn down the chance to make something. "I haven'TAH! HHHTHe fainTAH!esTAH! iDAH!ea why your orDAH!er was passeDAH! TAH!oo me DAH!irecTAH!yee for examination. ApparenTAH!yee my manager here consiDAH!ereDAH! you boHHHTH imporTAH!anTAH! an' confusing. So." He made an "explain yourself" gesture. "Why DAH!oo you seek 'HHHTHe besTAH! dress' an' how DAH!oo you expecTAH! TAH!oo pay for iTAH!--an' whaTAH! DAH!oo you wanTAH! iTAH! TAH!oo yook yike?"

Valen , at this point had his eyes trained on the Uyeer and had been ready for maybe possibly a strong arm to try and take him back to Gualon, but was relieved when he saw that was not the case. Though as he listened to this monstrosity's speach, he would take a step forward and clear his throat. "There is going to be a benefit ball coming up, and I want to look my best Sir. I will have nothing less than the best when something is being put on for my city and I hold your fashion in the highest esteem." Disregarding all manner of what the Uyeer thought of him doing this silly thing, as it was indeed possibly foolish, he simply gave off a smirk. "As it happens, I recently found that I am quite gifted at making dresses for larger women, giants, out of drapes and curtains. I have even thought about going into business for myself on that very principle...as not many can boast such a look, or such a size range. I would be willing of course, to halt my progress, turn everything over to you, in order to pay for it." This was of course not his ace in the hole, but he was not about to reveal the other so quickly. "As for what I want it to look like...Something that matches my hair, a gown, with the little things that come from the arms that attach back to the dress? Something that makes my eyes the focal point maybe? But a nice billowing gown I should thing, that makes my chest less...noticeable." At this he would pat his chest, indicating it was indeed...not busty. "The point is...to make me look as womanly as possible, and stunningly beautfiul at the same time. There is a gentleman whom I wish to surprise, and I will only show him the best. Also...ah...He's a tribal sort of fellow, has trinkets in black braided hair." A blush would come to his face now, though he would not say any more about the mystery gentleman. "Do...do you need me to go on?" Idly he would look to Rorin and motion that he and Thamalys come closer as well as Ngirturong. It might seem, he wished to make introductions.

Thamalys would have scarcely listened to the exchange between the Immortal and the Crabby-Tall-Thing, the number of people in the room having largely overstepped already is very scarce boundaries in terms of social interactions. His thoughts desperately racing in the attempt of coming up with a decent excuse to leave the sodding place, he would at the end simply resorted to address two pigeons with one stony wording. "The more the merrier, they say, and yet I feel the diplomacy would not benefit from my presence today..." he began, his wings twitching as if threatening to unfold, the mere sight of the bulky creature enough to think about unlacing the halberd across his shoulders. Probably better to let the pressing matter into less impulsive hands - for the sake of the Immortal, who indeed seemed to have some sort of trading to be sorted with... that. He could not even assign a proper name to the creature. "You two go ahead, if you would be so kind, that is..." he pledged with a tiny dip of his head, shortly after pivoting by a whole turn and pacing away to the innards of the Academy, in the probably vain attempt to soften that black mood of his. The House of Ara torn into pieces, the prospect of a lovely drink ruined by a blue flaming accident, and now a most revolting guest soiling the silence of Academy. "That is more than enough..." he would have muttered while already disappearing down the windy corridors, his wings - even furled - barely fitting the space between the wall.