School Arrivals

[Zeriphel]

*The school gates are once again shining after their new coat of polish, and the last of the builders are still milling around, putting on the finishing touches*

*Then there is a disturbance in the air a little way down the path, rather like a heat haze, then the dust on the groud begins to rise and form into shapes. A few nearby flowers turn into rather confused looking frogs and hop away*

*Then, as if a knife has neatly cut through the fabric of the air, a slit of light appears, and through it steps a young man in desert fatigues with shiny metallic skin and cropped red hair. As he steps onto the path, steam rises from it, and a little chocolate sauce starts to ooze from under his feat. A large iridescent moth about the size of his hand flies through the portal after him*

*The young man looks down at the chocolate sauce*

Zeph: Oh bother, looks like there's a bit of contamination from the Vortex. Just a mo'...

*He claps his hands and the portal closes as if it had never been there. At the same time a large melon appears nearby in a puff of green, sweet-smelling steam. He looks at it in exasperation*

Diana (The moth):
You might want to adjust the resonator.

Zeph: Not a bad idea, Di, might be dashed awkward to have that happening every time I clap my hands, wot!

*He raises his hands to a golden circlet around his head and runs his fingers over it, murmering something. After a while the rippling in the air fades away*

Now, let's just

*Suddenly there is a shudder in his physical form. His hair grows long, dark and curly, his skin becomes much paler, and his clothes change to those of an 18th century dandy, only his circlet and green eyes remain unchanged*

I say, nobody saw that did they?

Diana: Too busy I think, although they're going to have to get used to it.

Zeph: S'pose so. Oh well, don't suppose they'll have my room ready yet. Better wait here and see who comes along....

*Pulls a knife from his pocket and begins to cut up the melon. Eats a slice happily*

[Kully]

{OOC: *laughs*}

[Zeytan]

*At this point another figure appers over the crest of the hill, dressed in a pale green jaket with deep navy blue trousers and a pale red shrit, standing about 5,8. He has a Short sword on his belt the handale of which aperes to be goldern with a greenish tint. Beside him scutals a strange looking creature a Giant Blue Crab.*

"Nearly there now Malark. Then we can rest."

*Malark Blows some bubales in responce. The bubales are green in coulor.*

"Well I'm glad to see your in a good mood today."

"Helow whats this then. *He sees Zeriphel.* mabey he's one of the students or perhaps judging from his atire he's staff."

"Greatings freind I am Zeytan. Who do I have the plesure of adressing."

[Zeriphel]

Oh, heavens!

*Zeriphel leaps to his feet and extends his hand*

Totally charmed to meet you sir. The old name's Zeriphel Solaris, doncha'know, but seein' as how I know we're bound to be friends you can start callin' me 'Zeph' right away.

I say, ain't you one of the new teachers here? I heard rumours of an Atlantean bein' drafted in, frightfully good show!

I s'pose you could say we'll be meeting in every professional way, I'm here as a student teacher so 'spect I'll be attending your classes as well!

*Bends to pick up a slice of melon, not noticing that when he raises his head again his hair has straightened and got much shorter, and his skin has darkened to an olive brown.*

*Offering the slice still partly daubed in chocolate sauce from the road.*
Melon?
Melon?

[Zeytan]

"Yes I am the Atlantian they "drafted in", A warrior-Philosiper all though more a Philosiper then a warrior these days. Zeytan the learned Is my full title."

"But Zeytan is fine. Oh this is Malark my pet Mire-Crab."

*Malark blows brown Bubbles at Zeriphel.*

"That means Helow."

[Zeriphel]

Oh do believe me Zeytan, no offence meant by the ol' "drafted in" thing, grapevine's words not mine!

Hello Malark, most fine specimin wot! This is Diana. She's rather more than a pet, she's the ol' familiar. Sim'lar I suppose but more of a mystical link....

Diana: Greetings Zeytan, Malark. *She shakes her wings to give an iridescent play of light*

Zeph: Not a moth of many words is Diana, but a damn sight more sensible than me! That's what she tells me anyway....

A warrior-philosopher, pretty noble stuff, I'm a Chaos Sorcerer m'self, a Wild Mage. There's quite a bit of philosophy there as well, but not so much fightin' I'm pleased to say... not a fan of violence...

Oh you'll have to forgive me if the ol' magic gets a bit out of hand... can't seem to avoid it despite the ol' resonator....

*Indicates the circlet*
Word o' warnin', if you ever see me without this resonator... run away, terribly fast.

*Smiles ruefully*

[Hordriss de Confuseur]

[ModNote: Continued from GreenDragon Returns.]

*Hordriss and Green Dragon approach down the path. Hordriss sees that there are already two figures outside the gate and approaches them.*

Hordriss: Excuse me, one wishes to take one's neice to her room, do you know if this is possible?

Zeriphel: [OOC: really don't have time to change accounts!] Oh, gosh, I say, I mean... am I speaking to THE Hordriss de Confuseur! How utterly crackin'! Exquisite to meet you, I'm Zeriphel Solaris, perhaps the old tutor told you about me? He said he knew you, Prof Xaotikos, you remember?

Hordriss: Ah, yes, of course, although one does not recall that his opinion was particularly...

Zeph: Oh no, of course, thought you were a pompous ruminator who didn't know his incantations from his.... oh, but that's not what I think! *Flapping his hands with embarrasment, causing a large sunflower to grow up from ground at Hordriss' feet*
Uh, a gift for your charming neice, Miss...?
*He offers it to Green Dragon*

*Hordriss wonders whether it is a good idea to leave Meliss in the company of this buffoon. Not to mention the fact that he clearly suffers from WMS. Now he thought about it, he remembered Xaotikos saying something about an unusual student. He turns to Zeytan instead.*

Hordriss: I wonder, can you enlighten one in this matter, Mr....?

[Zeytan]

Zeytan.

*Hordriss notices the deep green eyes the make of an Atlatian.*

[Hordriss de Confuseur]

Mr Zeytan.

*Slightly taken aback by the Atlantean appearence. Nevertheless Hordriss knows well that not all Atlanteans are to be judged alike. He continues to speak politely*

One is most anxious that one's neice is found a suitable abode for the time being as one is worried that one will be required shortly for other urgent matters, however regrettable it may be that so soon after meeting my neice one must leave her for a short time. Naturally one will purchase her a room at the Wolf's Howl if the school is not yet ready, but as the building work appears now to be completed perhaps there might be a place? Or perhaps you could direct one to the Headmistress?

[Zeytan]

"I'm affraid that me and my college over here are just as much in the dark about the curret stae of affaris as you your self are sir."

"We have not seen the Headmistress arive or any over staff and the Builders are being less the helpful. One I encounterd befor told me to shove off, when I made enquiereys."

[GreenDragon]

*To Hordriss*

"Hmm, maybe you'd better get me a room at the inn, Uncle. I don't really want to be staying at the school yet, there doesn't seem to be any other pupils or staff here yet anyway."

[Zeytan]

*Malark has been forgotern during this conversasion, feeling left out he decides to inject himself in to the disscusion. He scutals up to GD. Mire-Crabs are not know for there suttalness. He grabs old of her dress with his pincer and tugs at it to get her attension, when she looks down he blows Brown buubals at her. He is trying to say helow to her.*

[GreenDragon]

*Meliss looks curiously at the crab, she's never seen one of his species before. But she crouches down beside him*

"Oh hello! What's your name?"

[Zeytan]

"Hmmmm."

"Oh that's Malark. He's my travaling companion and pet."

"He's a Mire-Crab."

*Malark blows Pink Bubbals at GD.*

"He likes you, They communicate throw the colour of the bubbals. That means he thinks your nice."

[GreenDragon]

"Aww, well I like him too. He's a very nice shade of blue."

*To Malark*

"You're a very handsome crab!"