Time: Late night Day : 37 Month : Tria Year : Year 81378 An older pendragon prowled across the courtyard, her smooth russet pelt flowing smoothly over lithe muscle. The silken fur was broken occasionally by stripe-like scars, the skin white and raised. It was clear the fur wouldn't grow back in those places, and one might wonder where they came from. Her glacier-blue eyes quickly scanned the dim courtyard. She didn't see anything immediately wrong, but she knew children. When Xjae was in school, she had gotten at least one disciplinary note from the school a week. With Aiasheav, is was more once a month. She was about to leave the 'yard when movement caught her eye. Her dense fur bristled and she carefully started moving towards the area she'd seen it.
<blockquote><blockquote><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Hope you don't mind me joining... ^ ^;;; Character: Tazzy Carrion, see characters. </td></tr></table> Nestled comfortably in a tall strand of vegetation was a longish male: long, but not necessarily lanky. In fact, he was anything but lanky. His legs were thick, as was his torso, though his arms and facial features were obscurely bony. This did nothing to hide that the adult would have been very good-looking at one point. He wasn’t anymore, and he would have told anyone who asked all about it. Not many people did. Not many cared that much, so it was kept to himself, mostly, though not for his lack of social skills. He was actually quite friendly, just, at the moment, kind of sleepy. Too bad his insomnia was kicking in. Sleeping in a tree was not going well for Tazzy. It was uncomfortable, and the lush canopy of leaves did very little to stop the rain. Thinking he should probably apply for a dormitory in the school, since his home in the distant mountains of Swaraj was much to far to head there and back every morning and every night, even with Betelgeuse, his streamline, retired racing ship. It was a hard life, being a custodian. Just as he felt that the gods of sleep just might be lenient that night, just when he was adjusting his dark grey body to a better position, his hipbone rocked unsteadily on a knot in the branch, and before he could catch himself, he had rolled completely out of the relative safety, and plummeted heavily towards the earth, landing with a crash. Luckily, his “bed" hadn’t been too far up. Still. He groaned and moaned, writhing on the ground for a moment as he clutched his upper arm and side. “Ouch," he whined, and grimaced painfully as he pulled his body up. “Crud, crud, crud… Jesus, that hurt."
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>May I join? Character: Paush Cell (see character info.)</td></tr></table> Mr. Cell was unusually happy; he planned to meet with Nyym later that evening. Thoughts loomed about his bare mind as he focused on Nyym. Her beauty is overwelming... maybe I should except her father's request... lost in thought, he stumbled over his towo feet. He looked up at the dragon standing befourth him. G'ady, sir, he forced a weak smile, cleaning up the contents of his suitcase.
“I would expect it would," said Kusemli slowly, quickly recovering from the shock of seeing a pendragon close to her own age tumble from a tree. He didn’t have the look of a prowler or a trespasser— one would have to be very brave or very stupid to sneak into an Academy full of master warriors and moody teenagers, and the tree man was just klutzy. Still, her instincts were not so dull that she’d welcome a strange male into the Janardian Academy late at night. The dark maroon mother of two scanned the stranger with her glacial eyes, not caring if she came off rather rude. Manners didn't get you very far as a lock pick, even when working with Graders. "As much as a sympathize with your pain, tej, I'm going to have to escort you off the property. Tresspassing, you know. Unless you're a staff member, working overtime?" She completely ignored the other pendragon-- he would be about the age of her son, and though he would certainly be taller than her in her anthropomorphic form, she was content to glare up at the both of them from all fours. Anyone under the age of thirty wasn't much concern to her... Little more than children in her eyes.
Tazzy was obviously more than a little flustered. His world had turned literally upside-down, lolled side to side, and flipped in as many ways as Willy Wonka's elevator moments before—though of course, the older male wouldn’t know of that. He just knew that a young pendragon had apparently appeared out of no where, and he frowned, bemused for a moment. He wondered of the actual state of the cafeteria food before he realised that he wasn’t the sole being in the universe. If he was, the universe might not have been in the great shape it was at that day. “Err, hello, lad." He attempted a flashing grin. “Nice night, n—" Again, with the sneaking up! He actually jumped when the female levelled with him. Well, this would explain the small noises he had neither registered nor found in them any importance before he faceplanted into the soil. Of course, she was quadruped, but it mattered little. Hell, four feet were better than too. He imagined she was much more ready for the attack than he was—wearing nothing but sweatpants and a toque—so it was decided the male be nice. She looked around his age, in any case. “Hally sy iyo syy, pyll," he hummed slowly. Actually, he had never been very good with in the ancient tongue. His lacklustre pronunciation betrayed him, despite his extended education. Carrion gave a small, embarrassed cough, so obviously not at the doll comment. Unlike other aspects, like his scruffy appearance and unabashed flirting, he was quite aware of his speech impediment when it came to the second language. “As much as I’d love to take a stroll with you, I’m afraid I do actually work here." He laughed slightly. “Just got off duty. You’re speaking to one proud, hard-working janitor here." His chest puffed out ridiculously, but unfortunately, his slightly thickened stomach gave away any muscular appearance he was trying to uphold.
Kusemli put all of her will into not laughing. The accent, the bravado, the flirting... It was just too much! She hadn’t been called ‘doll’ since she was hardly more than a niotie! It was ludicrous. But she had a lot of self control, developed both from her trade and her children. Parenting required even more patience than picking locks... Which wasn’t surprising, all things considered. She glanced at the younger pendragon irritably. She did not like him being there. Still, she couldn’t really force him away, not unless she played her “after curfew" card, and the dark red security guard didn’t really feel like being that evil. She was a parent to her children, not to every single nioti at the Academy. An anticipatory shudder ran down the glacier-eyed female’s back. With a low growl, she reared up onto her hind legs, hips crunching as they shifted to fit a two-legged skeleton. Her front legs and paws made the same muffled noises, mixed with a bizarre squelching noise as the limbs elongated. Her back legs did the same, sending her shooting up to her full 5’7" height. The thin scars running across her chest, back, and side were more visible in this form, though that wasn’t why she disliked it. It was the weakness of it, the insecurity of it... She didn’t like having her stomach exposed to the world, begging to be slashed open. She didn’t like the veritable plain of flesh exposed, most of it behind her and out of sight. It was an honor, her shifting into that form. More than most people ever knew. “Iyo cmyf," she said in fluent Ramathian, both to show up janitor and to (hopefully) keep the conversation private from the young pendragon... Though he probably spoke the language as well, with her luck. “E huba u kuba em Watani, ump ni rap fyolp ra nyja kynvyjsurla shum shus sjaa. Ni thevs ampt em uryos vevsaam nemosat, ump es thyolpm's suca lymdaj shum shus sy das shaja, ev fa kum kuskh u jepa." (OOC: Arg! The world conspires against me. Whenever I find the time to sit down and write a post, the computer eats it, and I run out of time. I am so sorry for making yah wait so long!)
Xavier Watched the three from his hiding place a few feet away, His mission was to sneak into the academy and extract any useful information about the Military from the archives for his employer, but with a security guard, a student and some clumsy oaf standing between him and the window he had chosen for his entry point he couldn't see any way he would make it in without being seen (And being dressed for espionage didn't help much either) He crept behind a tree closer to the window but accidentally stepped on a twig in the process :ph34r: He swore under his breath and stood stock still, hoping that through their conversation they wouldn't have heard his mistake he didn't like the looks of the security guard, she looked experienced in the ways of battle and he didn't want to get into a fight that could attract even more attention, he retained his pose and waited for them to move away from his position
Xavier chanced a look around the tree. He realised that the one he thought was a student might be a teacher. 'Three faculty members?' he thought to himself 'this might be a problem' He thought hard about an escape route and found no other choice except for a mad dash for the window He broke cover and Extended his steel replacement claws to their full length, he slashed at the three as he ran past and jumped through the window shattering it
Xavier looked back, but only for a second, he didn't know if they would follow or not, he ran down the corridor and wrenched open the first door he saw once inside the room he made use of his stealth and melded into the shadows
(Look, don't just make three posts in a row just cause no one's replied to the first. It doesn't work that way. If you want to add stuff, just edit the damn post. And once someone replies, you can't stand change it. It's just polite to wait for the other people to post, no matter how long it takes.)
