Talbot's Bedroom (permanent-open)

[Talbot Linsorim]

Talbot paced her room as she cooked. She had been at this for hours- and if anyone had seen how much she had made they would officially say she is a alchemist with all the mess and dabbling she had put forth.

But according to the book she had- this was not alchemaic dabbling but rather simple manipulation of herbs and spices to create somethig useful to others and the creator. Mikon chittered as he flew in and out of the window- bringing in flowers and making helping the delicous smells of sweets go out the window just the same as they were going into the hallways and flooding it with the mixed smells of so many different candies of so many different kinds.

Sure alright maybe cooking wasn't allowed in the bedroom but you don't give someone a perfectly good fireplace and expect them to use it for just simply to keep oneself warm. Sure she had made a stove with a little help from an old friend from a long time ago- he had even brought it in the dead of night so she wouldn't get into trouble for somone seeing it brought. As long as the headmaster of the school didn't find out, and even if he did- she was more than willing to give up enough candy to make anyone give up and let her keep it.

Mikon ruffled his feathers and squeeked, 'Time's up!'

Talbot went to the oven and opening it with a mitt and smiled happily, pulling out a perfect sheet of dark blue good luck candy, she set it on the stove top and nodded as she slipped a tray of hot pink sleeping candy into the oven to cook.

"This is going to work out great!"

[Talbot Linsorim]

Room of Sweets

Having left behind the room of healers, still unable to see, Talbot stepped lightly as she followed an oddly familiar scent of candy. She could 'see' in a sence of feeling the use of magic around her- it kept her off the walls and away from odd objects. No one seemed to notice her as she walked, arms outstretched, footsteps small and light down the long hallway.

Stopping, she turned, reaching out her hands found a cool nob to a door, turning it, she opening it and was instantly bombarded by the sounds of welcome. To anyone around her they were high shrills and squeaks but to her ears they were loving, adoring greetings- followed by gentle, parentlike scoulding. She squeaked to them- asked who's room this was and to her surprise, found it was hers!

A hush of fluttering feathers caught her attention as it was followed by the sound of whimpery tears. Reaching out, she found a small downy creature curled up on what she hoped was a comforter. Movement suggested the creature was crawling up her arm, and a tickling under her chin- she pet the small creature and it calmed.

The voice which had scolded her spoke again, demanding where she had been- what had she done, and why hadn't she come back for so long. But to none of these could she give a reply- bowing her head, tears slowly began to well and spill past colorless lenses. She appologized over and over though she was unsure what for. Seeming appeased, the scoulder was quick to comfort the feeling of a dot of coldness against her cheek and a tickling sensation from whiskers suggested little kisses.

She felt calm for the first time since she had woken and this was enough for now. Sitting on the edge of her bed, in her own room- in this huge academy, Talbot waited patiently. But she had no idea what she was waiting for- perhaps she hoped her momery would return, but she was unsure and uncertain for all and every moment of her current waking exsistance.

[Talbot Linsorim]

Faces

Sitting up in bed, a hiss of air passed pale lips. Infront of open eyes flashed faces- face of peopl memory couldn't recall, faces which remained blurringly in focus. Small details stood out, fractions of pieces like a broken puzzle. Brillant green eyes, gentle happy smile, loving hands, shining golden arm, and so much more as overwhelming waves passed over and forced sightless eyes shut.

A sound- colorless orbs snapping open and the soft unforgettable sound of surprised and unexpected joy. Light! Soft, muted, long loved and unseen, though missed, light! Differences in the darkness, so vague and far away- but visibly whispy stands of beautiful glory shone into the void and filled despair with tinges of hope.

Slowly standing, slipping off the bed where she lay, Talbot shivered as the numbing sensation as the floor gave way and she was consumed by depths never before imagined. Bobbing, clawing, twisting, grasping- she tried desperatly to reach the surface. To reach the air, reach the world she wanted. the world she once knew, the solid air, lighted air. Mind coming to the pained conclusion of desperate movements making no ground- making not a ripple on the surface she had once known as the solid and stable floor. Muscles locked, eyes drooped and began to close, body changing from pale beige to a near blue- sorrow overwhelmed what once was hope.

This can't be real- this can't be real.

Eyes snapping open, heart slamming against solid breast, dry warmth was found instead of paralyzing ice. Standing where she had fallen, there was the shimmer. That glorious sensation of long wanted hope sprang into the smooth thoat the moon shone so lightly from. She glowed in this beautiful, wonderful, filling light- filtering in so beautifully through unopened shutters. Running now, no more than five steps, hands gripped the window shutters, flinging them open to the awaiting glory she remembered was called the moon.

Instead of joy, elation and pleasure the despair of overwhelming sorry, hatred and fear washed over her like a flood of crimson, war tainted water. Staring down at her was not the brilliant, hope bringing moon but a brillant green lensed eye. Stepping away, terror- a scream choking her, blocking even the faintest whisper of recognition of this sudden heart gripping fear as booted feet set down onto the frame of the open window. The sillloutte of a man stood before her- standing infront of the brillant shimminering of the emerald moon eye.

A voice, so gentle, so loving yet it holding so much anger and disgust, echoed in the empty room- a cajouling tone filling the empty void and making the lump in her throat swell and continue to choke, "There's my little mageling."
The lump slowly receeded as curious fear allowed her to whimper, "Who are you?"

A tint of anguish flooded the cojouling voice as the soft 'click-clomp' of heavy boots sounded against the wood floor as the figure moved towards her, "Don't remember your own blood- how...unfortunate."
Heat prickled at the back of her neck, as she inched back, stomach knotting and unknotting- colorless eyes opening wide and wider more as uncomparable, uncontrollable fear surged through her body- though her sences, ending all reason as she whimpered to the being, "I-I don't k-know you."

Throwing his head back, white teeth shimmering in the light she had once sought, a sound a painful as metal against a chalkboard flooded the silence and growing heat of the room, 'You'll find I'll be hard to forget, my little mageling."

Unable to stop it, unable to move away- frozen, terrified into place by the brilliant glowing emeralds before her staring her down, trapping her. Talbot watched in growing horror as strong hand touched her throat and as strong rough finger tightened around the column of her thoat like a vice. Electrified now, her hands clawed and scrabbled desperatly at the hands- tugging, puling, trying with all her might to pull then off, she needed air. Oh God! He was going to choke her to death- this realization flooding her mind, hot tear started to well in her eyes as thoughts of desperation flooded her mind. But the panic grew as the smell of burning flesh and blood filled her nose and she could not block it out.

This isn't real- this isn't real. Oh God this can't be real. I have to- I have to calm down- breathe! BREATHE! DAMN YOU, TALBOT MIRINARI LINSORIM, BREATHE!

And she did. Eyes snapping shut, blocking out the light- blocking out the smells, sounds, sight . All that could be heard was Talbot's voice , filling with power- more power than ever recorded or used in her still recovering body. This all consuming energy would either kill her or leave her on her last living echoed though the consuming darkness, "FINAL DIVINE WIND"

Tightness loosening then disspearing all together, eyes slowly opened- darkness there, just as it should be. The sensation of warmth and dampness surrounding her, she strained- struggled to sit up as the sounds of her familiars screaming panic and fear to her- but they seemed so far away. Warmth welled freely down her face- she could not see it could only feel it, smell it- she knew blood was welling from her tear ducts. Her blood, her life liquid flowing freely and she barely strong enough to stand- barely strong enough to reach her door. Turning the nob, she opened it to the cool air of the hall and the sound of voices as she stepped out. One shaky foot onto the carpet before she pitched foreward, too weak to go any further than those few steps.

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy smelled smoke. He sat in his dorm, reading up on Astral Projection. "Do either of you smell that? Esiuhoieufe, Ayschoine, get out of the dorms. You two will only make the fire worse."

"You control fire and wind. What can you do?" Ayschione asked him. She had her usual look of thinly vieled contempt on her face. "You'll only make things worse, you incompitent boob."

"Yeah. Right. I have to do what I can. Go, now!"

Esiuhoieufe jumped up, dressed in a pair of Roy's jeans, and one of his shirts. She gave a half-hearted "Yeah...ok", and went into her gassous state, along with Ayschione. They went out Roy's window.

"Right...time to go!" Roy burst out of his room, pulling his jacket on, and grabbing his staff. He hooked it on his belt as he ran, as well as sheathing a small dagger in his boot. He ran full speed down the hall, vaulting over people who panicked, and ran away from the fire.

He saw a girl fall out from the door of a burning dorm, and tried to catch her as she fell. He fell, himself, tripping over his own foot. "Oh hell. Damnit!" He said, as he stood back up. He said, "Are you all right? What the hell happened!?" As he looked at the fire. He could try to hold it back....maybe he could manage with a sustained Soanates spell?

"Somebody get her to the recovery wing! I'll try and hold the fire back!" Roy braced himself, and threw his jacket off, not wanting it to burn, if he couln't hold the flames. He wouldn't burn, because of his affinity with fire, but his clothes would. He also wanted everybody to be safe.

He held his hands out, planted his feet, and screamed "SOANATES!", the wall of force rushed out, and stayed where he wanted it. He could hold the fire in the room, until it burned through the walls. He would hold it until he was sure the young woman was out of harms way.