savetheearth | [Text, Friday afternoon]

[Lyall's been meaning to get on the network again for a while, and now that he's finally got a few things to say, it takes him a minute to actually get started. He does finally, though, after a couple false tries.]

Lyall here. I've been in the gallery, and I think a lot of the rest of us have, too. I've even been by that forum, though I didn't post anything. I find it a little disconcerting that whoever was replying kept referring to people as "humans", as if he or she was not one. Given what we've seen thus far, I do not think that is impossible.

Also, I know at least one other person has heard howling sometime at night. I heard it, too, Wednesday night. It wasn't those mutant dogs, the smell was entirely different, and no one else around me seemed to have heard it or even noticed something was wrong.

[He isn't sure whether or not to mention the dream, but he does say:]

I keep thinking it's something connected to all this. That howl, and the feeling of being watched a few others have mentioned, and that wolf statue, with all these visions and changes we're all going through.

Has anyone else heard it or felt anything strange?

[Private text to students, pre-students, and former students:]

I know a certain one of my students has been joking about a club. I was thinking of making it official, if you really wanted to have an after-school club of some sort for those of us on this network. All age ranges, so long as you're still in school of some sort?

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[No sense beating around the bush. Lyall nods, and asks,]

What's this one?

[He's guessing it disturbs her somehow, or at least confuses her, so she wants a second opinion. No way to find out, though, except ask.]

[ She huffs out another heavy breath, lips then settling into an awkward line. Briefly she considers trying to explain it, but after a beat of deliberation, decides simply showing him would be best-

For a moment, she brings her hands together, concentrating as she stares at her fingertips pressed together. This part isn't necessary, no, but she's since learned during her experimentation that it helps; the harder she focuses, the better the chance that she'll... well...

... Produce a few gleaming white feathers in the process of snapping her hand out, summoning to her for only a second the silvery outline of some sort of large, bladed weapon. After an instant the intangible gunblade flashes back out of existence, but the feathers at least remain, fluttering to the tiled floor, almost innocently.

Kallie just keeps a neutral expression, or at least tries to. In actuality, she can't quite resist raising her eyebrows a bit, even as she remains holding her tongue. ]

[Lyall blinks in surprise, watching that, and takes a minute to come up with any kind of reply. He hasn't actually seen much obvious magic yet... just Bakura's own impressive summoning. This one, while less startling, is more... pretty, he supposes he'd have to say.

After a beat moves around his desk to pluck up one of the fallen feathers. This summoning actually has a scent to it, unlike Bakura's diabond, or whatever he'd called it.]

What is that, that you're trying to summon?

A sword. I think. That seems to be the consensus.

[ And she just loosely crosses her arms for lack of anything better to do, watching him pick up the feather with more interest than she'd like to let on. ]

... A really elaborate one.

It did look... pretty elaborate. And where do these come from?

[He holds up the feather to indicate that's what he means and then, in what has become automatic when he's not guarding his actions, gives it a curious sniff. Then a second, frowning a bit, to try and verify the scent.]

Whatever it is, it doesn't smell like any bird I recognize....

[ Before she can answer the question, she's too busy frowning at his comment instead- ]

Are you sure?

[ The kind of rose-like scent she was already aware of, but she'd thought... well, she isn't quite sure what she expected. ]

Quite. Though that doesn't necessarily mean anything, since I really only have any idea what birds in the city and nearby areas smell like. There could be a breed of swan or albino hawk that this is related to that I've never met before. Still....

[Since she's so interested, he gives the feather a third, more obvious sniff, drawing it across his face under his nose, not quite touching it to his skin.]

It doesn't really even smell like bird, at all... there's roses, which is strong enough I imagine you could pick it up, and something kind of wild and... hot. Except not. It's like it's multiple contradictory things at once, I can't really explain it properly.

[Trying to put words to scents is hard enough, as it is, without having something this alien to try and describe.]

[ It would be a lie to say that Kallie isn't disappointed, regardless of just how small her hope was that there would be some sort of answer lying in wait here. Resignedly, she just leans her hip against the counter, refolding her arms, pausing a moment before she says anything more. ]

Just more mystery, then. [ Another beat as she looks at him, then glances away towards the floor. ] They disappear when I'm not paying attention, too.

[ ... And just as promised, the ones that hadn't been picked up...? Had they even existed in the first place? ]

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[Surprised, Lyall looks down where the other feathers had fallen, and blinks at the empty space.]

So I see.

[He gives the one in his hand another look-over with more interest, this time trying to see it rather than smell it.]

I might not be able to answer your questions, but at least I could rule out a few things. That it's definitely not a local bird. I don't suppose there's anything in the visions you've been getting that have anything with feathers in them?

[It's a long shot, but he's convinced that the visions people get are all connected, at least within a single individual.]

I don't think so.

[ That said, she furrows her brow and pauses a moment, as if she has to think about it in retrospect. Regardless, reevaluation doesn't seem enough for her to amend her initial answer, save for: ]

I've really only had one... 'vision' so far anyway.

Then you won't have much to work with. True.

[He gives her an apologetic look.]

I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help. If I come across anything or anyone with a scent like this, I can get in touch with you to let you know. I doubt I'll be forgetting it.

It's alright... thanks anyway.

[ She lowers her chin, uncharacteristically-- well, soft in demeanor. She's usually quiet in general, but also direct on top of it; this uncertainty, however, is something that's unfamiliar... and rather unwelcome if she has to think about it personally. ]

[And the uncertainty worries him, even while he knows they're all feeling it. She's just always been steady.]

You're welcome.

[He reaches over the space between them to offer back the last feather, giving her a little smile.]

And if you need anything, please don't hesitate to talk to me. All right? We should keep together, at least as much as we can.

[ If his worry shows, Kallie doesn't notice, instead busying the fingers of one hand with a necklace strung around her throat- as she continues to think a moment more. Finally she dips her chin in a distracted nod, taking a deep breath. ]

Right. [ And after taking the feather back (not that she really knows what to do with it, anyway), she simply bends slightly to reach for the bag she'd brought before straightening again, a tight-lipped expression, just short of grim, briefly flickering across her face. ] Thanks again, Mr Lyall.

[It'll probably just disappear in a few minutes, anyway. Lyall just would feel weird keeping it. He watches her as she thinks, then smiles a little when she straightens, as if to counter her flicker of expression.]

Always welcome, Kallie.

[They're in private. He's using her name, dammit.]

[Text, Friday afternoon]

no worries, happens to everybody ^^

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