Very short, this time. Just 4 panels.

>>9258642

So determined.

I love it when manga artist mish mash stories...

Urgh, had forgotten how big these were.

and the last page. Man, Rin is a BITCH.

Alright. Now, any questions about anything, before I start?

None? Alright, feel free to chime in at any time, I'll answer as soon as I see.

Well, Morrigen got tucked into bed, and it was time to chat with Mio some, sooth some ruffled feathers, and do some more arguing about the "Power of Friendship" and that fun crap.

James knocks on the door, once, twice. "Hey, Mio. Need you for a momnet." **

Mio Nostromo: "Come on then" She is sitting on the bed, covers wrapped around her.

James is in, slipping the door shut, before sitting on the bed with a sigh. "Hey. Sorry to bother you like this." **

Mio Nostromo: "Not very much of a bother, What is it you need?"

James: "It's Morrigen. What she said to you, whispering. there's something you should know about what she MEANT."

Mio Nostromo: "She said something she believes to keep me on my toes - making her believe it did allows me a bit more freedom from her grasp," She looks at you nonchalantly, "The fact that she had to say something means she still sees me as some threat."

James: "Don't you start, too. I won't have this crap. I won't have you as an hreat, not in my own damn house." He rests his head on a hand. "Look. The exact meaning of the words was, she DOES drink a lot, when someone, or SOMETHING, compels her. It's not you, though."

Mio Nostromo gives a shocked look to James. **
Mio Nostromo: "Wait - so she just modified the truth rather than lie to me?"

More arguing, she refuses even the possibility that he might be right, he won't give ground.


James: "Yep." he gives a sigh. "And, I already know what your thinking. She still does see you as a threat. That's why she wanted to scare you a bit. But, I will tell you flat out. You. Are. NOT. A threat." He looks somberly up. "Or, rather, you don' want to be."

Mio Nostromo: "I don't want to be?" She glares to you, "And who are you to speak on the behalf of MY wants and desires!?"

James looks up, more then a slight bit of sadness in his eyes. "You don't want to be, because you don't want to fight me. and I don't want to kill you." **

Mio Nostromo: "You speak as if you are her bodyguard."

James: "I...I'll do what I have to. I don't want to. I really don't want to." he gives a hard sigh, looking away. "I'm already getting a bit attached to you. Don't..just..please."

Mio Nostromo: "My god you're as innocent as a babe aren't you?"

James: "I'm..new to all this. And I really don't like a lot of it. hell..Morrgien...we..just had a rather bad argument, but, i think I got trough to her a bit. Just..just because you've always done something one way, that does not make it a GOOD way."

Mio Nostromo: "Thinks are done the way they are because if they weren't most of us would be dead. After-all someone, cating like you at Atlas would be torn up and spit out." She sighs, "No way around what we have to do.

James: "Bullshit. You just don't want to look, because it would be harder." The words are snapped out, anger flowing into his voice, for the first time ever aimed at her.

Mio Nostromo: "Look, you're a sweet boy, but the world of the Magi is harsh, it's like the wilds, kill or be killed." She shakes her head, "If one does not become a beast one does not survive. I am not the first born and yet I am heir because I can handle this."

James: "Your wrong. It's only that way because no one wants to change it. I REFUSE to lower myself to that level. There's always another way. I just hope...when I find it, you'll be willing to listen."

Mio Nostromo: "People have tried to change it, people die trying." She sighs, "You're a horrible thing to waste on such an endeavor, I hope you come to your senses before then."

James: "Then I die. But, not one step back." His eyes harden some, holding her in his glare. "I don't care what you say, or anyone else. If I can make even the slightest change, without trowing my own values out, then it would be worth it."

Mio Nostromo blinks before shaking her head. **
Mio Nostromo: "This ideological talk makes me tired"

After that, it's time to get their asses out of bed, because today is a school day! And everyone just LOVES school, right?!

There's some light bickering at the breakfast table, and James is clealy shown food favoritism, over Mio.

Saber steals food from plates, as the day gets planed out.

The word "Necessary" and it's canonizations gets talked about, and then it's off to school.

The varlous levels of schooling get talked about, on the way to said school.

Saber: "So then as an adult why are you not finished?"

James: "Because it extends for a few years after that.Um, there's like...5 levels of school. 2 of them are kinda optional, but, can help you with..um, well, what you wanna do. Well, the ONE is, the other helps you get READY to start school."

Saber: "Seams overly structured to me."

James: "Yeah...it's a bit of a mess." He leans back, leaning his head onto the rest. "Still, there could be none at all."

Saber: "I hope this enriches your life.. maybe in time I shall look into this kinda of scholarly learning."

James: "Um, sure. I mean, I bet we could borrow some money from Morrigen, if you wanted to, later on." he gives her knee a squeeze. "Oh, and, thanks for helping me convince her to stay in last night."

Reimlia Scarlet is chatted about, as she was in a dream he had.

Someone hits on Saber, while he's off in class. This could not possibly be important, because we bothered to roll-play it out. No sir.


Saber is sitting in the lounge area, the cello case hugged between her knees, eyes flickering back and forth, as she reads from the small screen of the notebook her master lent her. Dressed all in black, and along with the case, she seems to be some art-house musician. **

Aidan: A Man vaguely tickling Saber's mind with his looks strolls through the room dressed in a gleaming white suit and walking with a definitely happy smile. He spots saber and his step changes course, bee-lining to the musician-looking woman. "Excuse me Miss, but did it hurt?" His voice rings with the accents of the United Kingdom.

Saber looks up with a frown, being distracted from the article she was perusing. "I'm sorry? I am uninjured." **

Aidan: "Well I am glad falling from heaven did not hurt such an angel before me," He smiles with a polite nod of his head, reminiscent of the bows of old nobility to women from Saber's time. "May I take this seat?" He gestures to the seat closest to saber...

Saber blinks, redding slightly. "I am no angel....but, you may." **

Aidan: "I could not picture an angel looking any different," Even the motion of sitting seams to have some grace, "I am Aidan Adalheidis, I'm new to the States, so please forgive my mistakes in cultural ediquite." She gives an apologetic smile, "May I have your name miss?"

Saber: "I am...Susan.' she shrugs. "I will admit, I'm a bit new to this area, as well."

Aidan: "Susan," He speaks with a light musical tone, "A beautiful name, tell me, for what does a beauty like you seek in this college?"

Saber: "I..nothing. Nothing for myself, at least. I am waiting on someone."

Aidan: "Oh, waiting on a lover?" He gives a wry grin.

Saber nods. "You could call him that. Yourself?" Her slim hands close the small computer, regarding him. **

Aidan: "I am in town for a series Lectures on Religious figures in history." He Smiles, "I'm sorry, you seam to be rather closed off from the conversation. I am beginning to think no one here likes good healthy conversation."

Saber: "It is just..unexpected. i am a bit unused to random people coming to talk to me." she does leave the computer closed, indicating she is still willing to talk, however

Aidan: "Where I am from, people love to talk to others openly. I once had a woman speak to me of her marriage, granted I couldn't help her with it, I was a might younger at the time, but listening seamed to help." He gives a oddly reminiscent dismissive hand gesture, "But look at me rambling along. Enough about me, please tell me, do you play?"

Saber: "Not..for years, and never very well, I'm afraid. My own interest run a bit more...martial."

Aidan: "Oh ho?" He smiles, "A rather avid hobby of my own is fencing and I have taken an interest in a few martial arts. Tell me, what martial study is your forte?"

Saber: "The arming sword and shield use, although I also favor the bastard sword. Ma..James is trying to get me to lean the use of short swords and the katana, however." She sets the laptop down on top of the music case.

Aidan: "The Katana is indeed a practical weapon and typically well made. I do prefer the rapier but a sword and shield does speak of the valiant fight, you might almost remind one of a Valkyrie, Susan." He smiles along, "I would love the chance to see you in action."

Saber blinks, coloring slightly. "It is not overly impressive...and I've not used the shield for a while. It's mostly been just a singe blade, held two-handed." **

Aidan: "Nonsense, Swordplay is a true art and let no one tell you otherwise." He smiles, "It is something I think the modern age could use more of honestly,"

Saber: "Perhaps. James is notable more proficient with them...swords, I mean. Well....his one, he is utterly hopeless with a strait blade. Firearms...he is not much better, but, THAT one his is working on." She smiles in remembrance of the last few attempts of use for him.

Aidan: "I see," he nods, "So, where is it you come from Susan?"

Saber: "France, originally. I have moved around a lot since then, however. I do miss it, some." She gives a sigh, slipping into memories for a moment.

More back and forth, the guy loves to talk. What a dick.


Aidan: "Oh!" His eyes twinkle as he begins speaking in french, "And from what Area of France? I can not say I've been to much of the country outside of Paris, but I've been to a few places around the country, I went to an archeological dig at an old battle-sight from the hundred years war."

Saber: "Oh? I know a bit about then. What battle was it?"

Aidan: "Battle of Agincourt. The battle that killed chivalry." he sighs, "I do think that much was lost from those days that should not have been."

Saber shrugs. "Some things, perhaps. Others might be well gone....the food, for example. Or the lack of bathing?" She wrinkles her nose. "It must have been horrible, back then." **

Aidan: "Well true, but the Roman's took care of both of those long before Agincourt or France." He shrugs, "They even have proven to have built buildings that still stand to the testament of time."

Saber raises an eyebrow. "Have you never tasted a replication of the food from that time? Utterly horrific." **

Aidan: "From the time of the Romans or the times of the Middle Ages? to answer both I have. I can actually trace my family tree to before the birth of Christ. I've done extensive research on many things of my ancestors and tried many of the things they took for granted to truly understand my history."

Someone wanders back, at last, and almost gives the game up.


James wands back to Saber, head pretty much down, not looking up, as he plops down next to her, leaning into her. "Glad that's over." **

Aidan offers his hand to the oblivious student. "Good day, James I believe Ms. Susan said it was, You must be the man whom has captured this angel's heart." **

James jerks up, eyes slight blurry. "Huh? Susan?" He reaches out slowly taking the proffered hand. **

Saber gives him a small nudge. **

Aidan: With a knowing gleam in his eye the man continues, "Are you new in town as well James?"

James: "Yeah. I won a scholarship about a year ago, and this was the best collage for the amount I got, for comp stuff." He sighs, leaning back. "It's alright, I mean, I'm kinda not sure about it."

Aidan: "Oh?" He sounds genuinely intrigued, "Unsure of the fascinating field of computers or unsure of this college?"

James: "Oh, no, I like computers fine. Bit unsure of this place...I mean, did you hear about the mall? We were in there what, that day! And then, boom! " He shakes his head again. "Just makes me wonder how well the rest of the town is."

Blaa Blaa Blaa, more talky talky.


Aidan: "Oh? you don't think that there was an explosion of natural gas do you?" He gives a devious smile, "Are you another man who can smell a cover up?"

James: "Well, kinda. It's too big, really. But, even IF it was just gas, that kinda worries me. I mean, how well are the rest of the pipes in the town?" He toys with Sabers hair a bit. "Or, it's not the gas, and someone had a bomb there, and they don't want to...hell if I know, freak people out, or something? Would rather know, myself."

Aidan: "Well some people can not handle the truth, and sometimes secrets must be kept for the good of mankind." He shrugs leaning in closer, "Besides no bomb or single explosion could have done what was done to that parking lot."

James: "Dunno, never saw it myself, and the pictures in the paper were kinda vague about it."

Aidan: ""Indeed they were, but it's easy to slip on over to the mall with a bit of urban exploring to find an residues from what had happened." He leans back, apparently relaxing.

James: "Oh? I've just been trying to settle in with the new roommates, getting ready for school. And after us being in the mall that day...well, not really wanted to go out that much. Why, what did you find?" He rests his arm around Saber, who leans into him.

Aidan: "Nothing I did not expect unfortunately." He sighs, "Tell me James, what area of computers do you want to go into?"

James: "Well, I'm kinda good at putting them together, but, programming them has always fasinated me. So...dunno. Perhaps IT, or something."

More talking, then the guy leaves.


Aidan gives a shake that reminds you of a vice, still giving you the beaming smile. **
Aidan: "I hope to see you both again"

James nods. "Well, I'm sure we'll be around." **

Aidan: And with that, the man strolls off, when he leaves earshot the prickling in your arm fades..

James slumps down, settling into her, mouth near her ear. "I hate that guy." **

Saber: "He seams like quite the gentleman, like nobles of my time... Not sure why but he tickles my memory of someone else..."

James shrugs. "Perhaps you knew his great-great something or other. Oh, what dose it mean when the command thing gets tingly? It's never done that before." **

Saber: "It does that when a Master is near, I'm not sure the radius... You do not think Mio and Morrigan followed us do you?"

James: "oh, shit. Morrigan." He flicks his phone open, dialing. "totaly forgot to check on her."

Saber: "You are a clueless man sometimes," She giggles a bit.

James pokes her in the belly. "Well, it stopped, so, I don't think it was her...but, wanna be sure she's ok." he lets it ring a few times **

Mor Rioghain: "H-Hello?" Nervousness apparent in her voice.

James: 'Hey, just wanted to check up. Just finished with the Class. everything alright? You don't sound too good."
James moves in closer with Saber, so she can hear as well **

Mor Rioghain: "I-I am fine, no problems here at all , nope no problems at all."

They decide to run home, because Morrigen...does not sound too good. But, first, a bit of public indecency,and a bit of fun in the car, really quick.

After, as they are relaxing, Saber mistakes a request, and gets rather....rather upset. Painful ride home.

Get's home, Morrigen happy. Oh, and as you can guess, Morrigen is tasting Saber on him.


James knocks on the basement door. "hey...we're back." **

Mor Rioghain bursts through the door, nearly tackling you with a hug, tail furiously wagging. **

James hugs her close. "See...told you it was a good idea." **
Saber just walks by without a word, face blank, dropping the case inside the door, and vanishing. **

Mor Rioghain snuggles up to James, "Quiet you, I didn't ask you to come back." **

James takes her mouth in a kiss, picking her up, and walking toward the couch. **

Mor Rioghain: "You taste weird today." She mumbles, "How was class."

James: "It was..it was alright." he wipes at his face. "There's a master somewhere, though, my bet's on Evangeline, though." He sits, burying his face into her shoulder. Something feels...a bit wet

Mor Rioghain gives a whimper, "You should have not gone, she may have followed you..." **

James: "No one followed. And I'm not scared of her." it's more a mumble then anything else.

Mor Rioghain hits her forehead hard against yours, "You should be," **

James does not react at all, not lifting his head, nor even speaking. **
James: After a few long moments, he at last says "You'll hurt yourself. Don't."

Mor Rioghain: "You thick headed man.." She tries to hide her pained eye-twitch. "You are going to get yourself killed if you can't worry about threats

James looks up at last, eyes rather wet. "Out..out of the ones I know about..I'm not worried about her. She's scared of me..and..of something else. Dunno what." **

Mor Rioghain looks confused, "Why are you crying?!" **

James: "I..Saber. I..I insulted her. Bad. I..I didn't think something trough, before I said it." He can't look at her for more then a moment, looking down once more.

Mor Rioghain sighs, "I'd tell you she's just a servant and her emotions do not matter, but I know they do to you. Have you apologized?" **

James: "Yeah...but..I...I really don't think it'll be enough." There is a lot of pain in his voice, as he holds tightly to her.

Mor Rioghain: "You just need to give the woman space." She sighs again, "I don't suppose you got the root beer did you?"

James: "Not yet..we c-came right home."

Mor Rioghain whimpers a bit **

James: "I'll...I'll go get it. There's a store close. Be..I..I'll b-be back in t-ten.' He slowly gets up, settlng her into the couch.

Mor Rioghain grabs a hold of Jame's sleeve. **

James pauses, looking down. "Yeah?" **

Mor Rioghain: "D-do you have to leave me?

James: "I'm not taking Saber. sure you still wanna go?"

Mor Rioghain nods slowly. **

James: "Get the bulky pants on, then." he gives another hard sigh, sitting back down.

James follows, and plops the hat on her. Turning, he addresses the air."Saber. I..I'm sorry. We'll be back soon." **


A few miunets later, in the car.


James: "I'm...I'm sorry about being all...well, emo." He's driving, keeping the car at a slow pace

Mor Rioghain: "You just need some time to think, and put yourself back in order..."

James: 'i..I was just meaning to have some fun with her. Didn't think. Came..well..forgot who she was for a moment. What she was..and why." There is still a certen wetness to his eyes. "Doesn't...doesn't matter now. How..how was Mio?"

Mor Rioghain: "Quiet. She kept to herself mostly and read."

James: "what did she want on the 'nets?"

Mor Rioghain: "She wanted to read up on some comics or some such nonsense."

James: 'Oh. What ones?" He pulls into a different store then the one they used last time.

Mor Rioghain: "She called them web-comics... I remember one of them was Candy spelt wrong..." She looks at the store.. "S-should I stay here?"

James shrugs. "There's a gun in the glove compartment. I'll be right back." He almost kicks the door open, stepping out. **

He's back out a few minutes later, arms full. "Get trunk?"

Mor Rioghain pops open the trunk.." **

FUCKING QUEST THREADS! EVERYFUCKINGWHERE

Root Beer is got, and now back to the house. Plans are sorta kinda made.

James puts the bags into the trunk, before going back in, and coming out with another load. **
James: "Aright. that's all of that....anything else you need while we are here?"

Mor Rioghain: "We can order pizza for tonight, I can go grocery shopping tomorrow..."

James nods, shutting it. "Can it be pizza and chiness? Going to need the energy." He sides back into the car **

Mor Rioghain: "I suppose."

James: "Heh. Don't you wanna know WHY?" he starts the car, pulling out.

Mor Rioghain: "Why what?"

James: "Well...I'm pretty much back in full working order. I think it's time we started leaning me some stuff that's NOT easy for me."

Mor Rioghain: "Even considering your amazing pace, you are jumping the gun there, you've got to much to learn about what you already can do."

James: "like?"

Mor Rioghain: "I can do a thousand things with wind before I even considered I may have had a second affinity, and it was still the tip of the iceberg.

James: "alright, so....I can do damnaku, and lighting bolts...and I can heal. What else IS there to do?"

Mor Rioghain: "Think of everything that works with electricity." She pauses, waiting for this to sink in, "Now your Lightning can be used for just about all of that. - You have healed certain battle wounds, you have not tried sicknesses or allergys"

>>9259481

Not exactly. Its the logs of an RP for a few /tg/ers that wanted to know about it.


James: "are you either sick, or do you have an allergy? And..right now, battle IS the main thing." He sighs, spinning the wheel, going into a turn

Mor Rioghain: "You've done well so far, but you have to realize you can't try to learn everything during the war."

James: "Right. And I need more ways to be effective. Like...how to enhance my strength. Or, my speed, or toughness. Stuff like that."

Mor Rioghain: "You can't learn that level of reinforcement yet, you've got much to much to learn first."

James: "Well, like what, then? I'm good, but, I'm still really easy to hurt."

Mor Rioghain: "You have to start reinforcement on something like a stick"

James: "And strength and speed?"

Mor Rioghain: "Reinforcement well give you all three."

James sighs. "My cane a good enough of a stick?" **

Mor Rioghain: "No - a stick you aren't afraid of breaking."

James sighs again, and changes lanes. "Alright. One quick stop, then." **

Mor Rioghain: "Wha? Where?"

James: "Well...we are going to need sticks."

Talking about the vampire bitch, and something is puzzled out.


James: "How many are you going to drink a day?" He stars to load them into the fridge

Mor Rioghain: "I dunno" She admits, soft voiced.

James sighs."Morrigen..are...are you addicted to this stuff?" **

Mor Rioghain: "It's not addictive though."

James: 'Yeah..but, that's what your acting like." He keeps loading them in, handing her one.

Mor Rioghain shakily grabs the bottle, "How could I be addicted to something that isn't addictive?" **

James: "I don't kn....I do know." He heaves a sigh. "Goddammit."

Mor Rioghain starts drinking it in sips.. "hmm?" **

James: 'well, this popped up when?" He hops onto the counter, sitting

Mor Rioghain stops drinking the soda setting it down on the counter... "No... No.. Goddammit" **

James: "Yeah. My thought, too. At least this one's not nearly as bad..."

Mor Rioghain: "It does not fit the rest of what she did though..."

James: "true. But...what are we sure she did? I mean, was it all obvious?"

Reinforcement training is started!


Mor Rioghain: "Uh... I think so?"

James: "Well...I mean, if the reality thing you were worried about, if it's so strong, what IS her limits?"

Mor Rioghain: "Reality Marble," She breaks in, "She's only effected others."

James: "right. OK, so, that might be her limit, it has to be others. But...what are the limits on THAT?" He leans forward, snagging her, pulling her into range.

Mor Rioghain: "It warps reality, so I have no idea..."
Mor Rioghain: "In Theory None."

James: "Well...um. Then...well, you ARE your own mind, at least, I'm sure of that...mostly. What about your magic?"

Mor Rioghain: "What about it?"

James: "Could she have modded your circuit?"

Mor Rioghain: "I don't know" She looks worried "I have felt no difference yet..."

James: "Uh..should we test it, to be sure?" He pushes off the counter, offering a stick.

Mor Rioghain grabs the stick whispering some words in Latin and then smacking it across the counter top, cracking the counter... **

James: "Well..that's still working." He picks up a stick himself, focusing on it, and then smacking the counter....where it promptly breaks in two.

Mor Rioghain: "Keep trying, it's not a simple process."

James: "You just keep testing your magic." He picks up another one.

Mor Rioghain: "Creo Aero" A small breeze passes you...

James thinks for a moment. "Dammit. I can't think of words for this one...Um..please don't break?" He brings it down, and if anything, this one breaks even easier **

Mor Rioghain: "Creo Aquam." Nothing happens, "CREO AQUAM"

James: "I think we found it..perhaps she just exchanged it? She never seems to just take away.." Another stick is bought down, this time, leaving a crack in the counter.

James: 'Hey! ha..haha! Got it!" He waives the stick triumphantly

Mor Rioghain swats his stick with her own, breaking it. **
Mor Rioghain: "Not yet..." She raises an eyebrow moving over to the sink and filling it with water.

James growls at her. "It's still harder then it was...a lot harder." He grabs another, smacking it onto the counter, hard. It jars out of his hand, but does not break **

James Dislikes Smoke.

Mor Rioghain: "Better I break it than whatever you try to strengthen breaks in battle." She turns of the sink and puts her hands over the water... "Rego Aquam!" She strains sweat falling off her brows but the water's surface only changes slightly..

James dips his hand into it, sweling. "Eternal winter..." A thin film of ice spiderwebs across it. **
James leans back against the table with a sharp intake of breath. 'Gah...that was harder then I thought." **

Mor Rioghain: "It's not your... er either of our affinities..." She sighs sitting down, "I was good with water..."

James: "yeah, I had a thought. She seems to like themes, and or irony."

Mor Rioghain sits in silence for a moment before putting her hands out, "Creo Ignem" and with that a large burst of fire, like a shotglass of gasoline on a fire bursts forth in between her hands... **

James trows himself backwards, almost falling. "Dammit! THATS WHY I MADE ICE." **

Mor Rioghain: "Holy Hell!" She lets it fade as quickly as it flashed forth.

James slowly gets up. "I was expecting you to say, "oh, what of it," and then I was going to say, well, "Melt the ice"." he gives you a rather harsh glare. **

Mor Rioghain: "I've never been able to do much more than light a candle without using the crest before..."

Runs off to talk with Mio, before more fire is tossed around.


James: "Well, she never takes away. that seems to be her thing. Adds, or changes, never removes."

Mor Rioghain: "Maybe she can't?"

James: "Might be. Or perhaps she's just got her on fucked up sense of honor." He sits, pulling a chair out and straddling it.

Mor Rioghain: "Odd.."

James: "humm. Mind if I step out for a moment, and talk with Mio? She seems to talk better without you."

Mor Rioghain: "Go ahead." She sighs, making a small ball of fire which she tosses between each hand...

James flinches. "Be..be careful with that..." He gets up, backing away. **

Mor Rioghain: "I am."


James moves quickly from the room, shaking his head. thinking, he heads for "his" room. 'Mio?" **
James knocks again. "Mio?" **

Mio Nostromo: "Come in come in."

James pushes the door open, slipping in. "hey. Got a moment?" **

Mio Nostromo: "What is it you need?"
Mio Nostromo: She does not seam to care about your entrance, simply putting down a book.

James: "I was wondering if you had noticed any changes in your magic. Also, how was your day?" He sits on the bed next to her

Mio Nostromo: "No difference and My day was as to be expected when I keep having thoughts about a ball of yarn and am distracted by something shiny passing my field of vision." Her tone seams to grow more and more aggravated as she explains..

James bites his lip, but, can not resist. "Like this?" He holds up his hand, and a small twinkling ball of engery floats in it. **

Mio Nostromo turns her head away sharply. **
Mio Nostromo: "Are you here to make fun of my predicament or did you have a point?"

James lets it fade. "I'm..goddammit. It's been one dumb-ass thing from me after another today.' he reaches out, and scratches just below her ears. "I'm sorry about teasing you like that." **

Mio Nostromo: With her tail swaying back and forth she looks to you with a narrow eye, "You have no idea how hard it is to control myself from doing more and more cat-like things..."

James: "No. I really don't. If you can think of anything I can help with, just tell me." he looks..utterly sincere.

Mio Nostromo: "I will.." She sighs, "But for now, did you have something you really wanted to come for or was that it?"

Talk talk talk. It's all they ever seem to do.


James: "No. Um, have you used your magic any, since you changed? Tested it?"

Mio Nostromo: "I have, my barriers work fine. Nothing seams to be problematic."

James breasths a sigh of relife. "That's good." **
James: "But, um, yeah. That's pretty much it. " he stands, moving for the door. "Oh..what web comics were you looking at?"

Mio Nostromo: "I have about twenty I check regularly, why?"

James shruged. "There's a couple I like, I was just wondering if there was any overlap. Do you like Penny Arcade?" **

Mio Nostromo: "Not a fan of Penny Arcade honestly." She raises an eyebrow, "What do you read?"

James: "Um..well, that, Questionable Content...um Dr.McNinja, Bigger then Cheeses, order of the stick, key-chain of creation..Flaky Pastry...Darths and Droids. Oh, and Sparkling Generation Valkyrie Yuki, when I think about it."

Mio Nostromo: "I haven't looked at SGVY in years..."
Mio Nostromo: "But that's the only overlap."

James snorts. "thats about how often I see it..once a year. I'm doing reinforcement training, but, if you want, we can look it up later tonight." **

Mio Nostromo: "No thanks, I gave up on the comic a while back. I only read comics that update more than once every month now."

James shrugs. 'Suit yourself. Offer stands if you change your mind. i think the writer's gotten on a better schudel. "He opens the door. **

Mio Nostromo: "You would like a comic I read a while back, 'El Goonish Shive' It's not bad."

James: "i've seen it on the Tropes a few times. Might. You'd like McNinja. It updates 3 times a week, and is a mix of action and humor. Oh, and Mio?"

Mio Nostromo: "Yes?"

James: "even..even with all the changes to you, you're still incredibly attractive." he leans against the door, looking back at her.

Mio Nostromo gives him a wide eyed look. "You really think so?" **

James nods. "If you've not picked up on it yet...I don't say something unless I mean it." **

Mio Nostromo blushes slightly, "Well thank you, but don't think you can go very far with flattery." **

James: "I don't plan to. Go anywhere, I mean. I just thought you needed to know it's true."

Mio Nostromo: "Fair enough. but if that is all, I shall see you later James."

James: "yeah. See you later.' he slips out.

James tries to sneak back into the kitchen, but, stumbles over one of th broken stick bits. "Dammit!" **

And, once more, he does something he should not be able to. And the philosophy of the Spiral is chatted about. Morrigen rolls to disbelieve.

Mor Rioghain is moving about a small dragon like figure made of fire... "Careful that you do not trip." **

James sits at the far end of the table. "Having fun?" **

Mor Rioghain: "Not really." She makes the figure vanish. "It is like water in it's works.."

James: 'What do you mean?" And arc of lighting jumps into his hands, and he starts to shape it

Mor Rioghain: "I can control it in all the ways I could water."

James: "Yeah but..it's fire. That;s a lot more dangerous..." The color flickers to blue, and he starts to make a small humanoid.

Mor Rioghain: "That's an incredible progress, even for you," She speaks looking at the human...

James blinks up at her. "What, really? It is?" It seems to be the small figure of a girl, in a shimmering blue dress. **

Mor Rioghain: "The fact you can make shapes other than simple balls or arcs is incredible." She sighs, "five years of progress in five days."

James: "Well...I was making a drill from day one...." he ads some more details, a large bow to her hair, as well as...shards, attached to her back, pointing out.

Mor Rioghain: "Not something like this, a drill is a very simple shape."

James: "eh. It's a spiral. That's really damn complex if you think about it."

Mor Rioghain: "It's a bending line and a cone." She sighs, "As opposed to what you do now..."

James waives his hand over the tiny figure, letting it fade, before bringing his hands up, a drill shape spinning between them. "The lines might be simple, but, what it IS is a lot more complex." **

Mor Rioghain: "Not really." She sighs, "But you seam to ignore everything I say of Magic.

James: "It's more complex then you think. What is a spiral?"

Mor Rioghain: "A spun line."

James lets his start to spin. "It's infinity. Look. Each turn pushes it forward. If it's a drill, it makes a path for others to follow behind. each turn giving it more power." **

Mor Rioghain raises her eyebrows. **
Mor Rioghain: "You know that infinity is not showing by a spiral, it's a spun line and you need to start thinking sense in that head of yours before it's separated from your shoulders, if I ever find out whatever put that idea in your head, I'll kill them."

James brings his hands together. "What are we, at the most basic? DNA. Whats that? A double helix, a spiral. And the greatest, the galaxy? Another one. It's a fitting metaphor, if you believe it or not." **

Mor Rioghain: "Our galaxy is a spiral yes but not every one. and you are using the color red to link all barns and my blood. It is not enough to make them the same James. Keep that in mind."

James shrugs. "It's more fitting then you think, perhaps. But, we can leave it for now. And, I DO listen to you, about magic." **

And, that's it for 14 and 15. As there is not a massive amount of intrist this time, I guess I'll call it now, unless anyone wishes me to go on.

I'll refresh a few times, so, speak up, if you want me to keep going. If not, it shall be archived, as normal.