Shards of Memory-Prologue: Fractured Union

[Rystil Arden]

Zaeryn:
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"I never really use parchment because it makes me sick how they get it from animal skin," Valyssa replies, "Though I do have some papyrus in my purse."

*She reaches into the purse and pulls out some papyrus and a vial of ink.*

"Now where did I leave my pen?...Oh, right!" she reaches into her bosom and withdraws a lavender-coloured pen.

"That way I always have it handy," she explains, "And I could put it on my ear, I guess, but that would make me look odd, I think."
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[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

Rystil

[SBLOCK]“It would also make it less fun if I need your pen in a hurry,” Zaeryn quips taking the offered items.

*He immediately writes out Rysalla’s prophecy, which he sets aside to dry, before writing a letter to the deans of the academy about Rysalla’s ability...suggesting they ask her to come to the academy and see if they can develop her abilities further. Once they are dry he folds the papyrus containing the prophecy in half and places it in his satchel, and then folds the letter in thirds addressing it to the deans, again leaving it on the table to dry. Cleaning the nib of the pen and resealing the ink he returns them to Valyssa.*[/SBLOCK]

 

[Rystil Arden]

Zaeryn:
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"I guess it would," Valyssa replies with a wink, accepting the ink and the pen, returning the former to her purse and the latter to her cleavage, as the ink begins to dry on Zaeryn's two inscriptions.
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[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

Rystil

[SBLOCK]*Finishing the last of their food, Zaeryn places the letter for the deans in his satchel before calling for the bill.*[/SBLOCK]

 

[Rystil Arden]

Zaeryn:
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*When Zaeryn calls for the bill, Vharyl, one of the other waiters, heads to the table.*

"I'll take care of the bill for you, Zaeryn...it looks like poor Rysalla's gotten a bit sick, so she's gone home to rest. Anyway, it'll be two silver for you two this afternoon."
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[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

Rystil

[SBLOCK]“Thanks Vharyl,” he says, as he hands over three silvers.

*Making their way out of the cafe, Zaeryn leads them back to the academy where he drops off the letter for the deans, before going to the campus supply shop and picking up a replacement pen for himself, a few vials of ink, and a few dozen sheets of papyrus...not wanting to be caught short again. After which they leave the academy grounds to explore another part of the city.*[/SBLOCK]

 

[Keia]

Yotsu Yuriko, Martial Artist

Rystil[sblock]*Yuriko helped Rin on with the simple robe, and put one on herself . . . though not very securely since it was coming right off again. Then, a reserved Yuriko lead Rin to the place to be annoited. When they stood in the correct place, Yuriko removed her robe and indicated to Rin to follow suit.* [/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

Zaeryn:
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*As Zaeryn heads in to the secretary for the deans' office with his letter and is about to leave it with her, Dean Grazyn, who holds the Zarlys Memorial Chair for the Department of Effusive Evocations walks by, a small smile furrowing his short white beard, as he asks:*

"Zaeryn, my boy, what brings you to my office today?"
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[Rystil Arden]

Yuriko:
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*As Yuriko and Rin disrobe, one of the monks pours a glowing oil over their heads, as another blows a sparkling powder onto their flesh that sticks to the oil, and a third sprinkles lotus petals upon them.*

"You have begun the cleansing, and you may now enter the Pool of Cleansing," Master Senyuki intones formally, indicating towards the pool in the centre of the room, though as Rin and Yuriko step into it, they realise that it is not water, but instead a sweet-smelling sticky balsam, that surrounds their bodies up to the neck, with only the heads showing above.

"Fear not, for the resin of the Sacred Tree will enfold you in the gentle embrace of the spirits, siphoning away the Taint from within you," Senyuki speaks to them, in a bit more of a conversational tone than before, when she sees Rin's uneasiness at the unexpected surprise of the balsam.
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[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

Rystil

[SBLOCK]“Good afternoon sir, I was just dropping off a letter with some information about a woman with a strange divinatory ability I thought the academy may want to look into.”

OOC: Tries to gloss over roleplaying and look what happens. [/SBLOCK]