Elementary anarch with Baleruk (Moore)

[Nephrite]

Moore continues to sing, to orate, to motivate -- he goes through every thought that comes across his mind that he's ever used to inspire others. He uses every ounce of magic and willpower that he's learned in his time with Aurora -- and the time he doesn't yet recall -- to weave word with just a hit of controlled chaos.

[18:44] <Nephrite> roll 15d20 Moore's going to create the soul train in limbo, all of these are at +9
[18:44] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 175 > [d20=12,10,17,15,20,16,6,5,12,8,17,9,5,13,10]

[Anastasia]

Make an K:A check as well, Moore.

[Nephrite]

If he can take 10 on it it'd be 45. Alas, Baleruk won't allow cheating with any of his fancy shmancy "magic"

[Anastasia]

It's not working, and you can tell something's missing. Something vital, something preventing it from working. You just aren't sure what, like trying to have a human live without a heart or lungs.

Baleruk meanwhile watches, shaking his head, "No," he declares, "You are an ANARCH, but your SOUL IS NOT CHAOS. True music comes from the soul."

[Nephrite]

Moore takes a deep breath and lets it out.

"No, that I agree with. Perhaps balancing them with the Words of Creation..." Here, he shakes his head. "It's something I can study. I have time. There's no need to rush this sort of thing. I think I've learned a lot coming here, regardless of how successful it was. Thank you."

[Anastasia]

Ready to move on back then, Moore?

[Nephrite]

Unless Baleruk wants to go visit Renbuu or something, yes.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 75 > [d100=75]

Nah. One doesn't go visit Renbuu, he shows up to visit instead. What's next on your agenda?

[Nephrite]

Just for my own reference, how long had passed while he was in Limbo? He wouldn't want to miss the dance!

[Anastasia]

A few hours of training.

[Nephrite]

His next order of business will be to go talk to Crystalle if possible, but he'll hang around Aurora for today since he's pretty bushwhacked.

[Anastasia]

Okay, short side scene then.

Moore returns to Aurora. He's plain beat after his training, going back to his room. He flutters onto his bed, not even getting out of his gear. So tired. Lying on his back and dazed, he looks up and yawns. A great big badger-slaad....thing clings to the ceiling perfectly. It's staring right at him, meeting his eyes. It sniffs the air and says, "Anarch," softly and slowly.

[Nephrite]

"Hello again, 27." Moore says with a smile. "Yes, it looks like I take a bit after Ithea in that regard. My power seems to be a bit weaker and primarily for defense, though."

He did meet him once before, as a reminder. Presuming this IS 27...

[Anastasia]

It is. If there's more than one badger-slaad in Aurora, goodness help you all.

27 silently falls, landing around Moore's face. He lands in a crouch, covering him completely and eye to eye with him. He stays like this a moment before he licks Moore's face like a dog, leaping off and landing on the floor. "You taste like boiled oranges," he adds, then quietly, "Not every trial is a trial by combat. Not all injuries are physical. Not all thorns can be pruned."

[Nephrite]

"Don't worry." Moore says with a smile. "I've been through some rough spells before this. It isn't something I intend to try and master right now. It will come to me in time."