[ Fyril and Nebby are alone. In Nebby's room. Alone. I did mention that they're alone? And in Nebby's room? Okay, good. ] [ The others are all out doing their own things, presumably. ] [ Anyway, that's pretty much the setting. Get to it, y'alls! ] * Nebrinel is sitting on her bed, cross-legged, staring at Jordan. "I know it's fair and useful and all, but geez." She points the puppet towards Fryril. "Whew wants tew tawlk with theyre mouth claused?" * Fyril balances Jordan on his knee, and smiles contentedly. He turns Jordan, who says, "Any number of bards and entertainers. It's the tradition, and it's a challenge. I like it." * Nebrinel shakes her head, raps the dummy on the head, and half-smiles, saying normally. "Well, I'll agree with the challenge thing. If nothing else, it's an amusing way to pass the time while we wait for Ada to find some clothes." * Fyril runs a hand gently over Jordan's head, and grins. "I need the practice, both using Jordan and without." He runs a hand through his hair, and his voice comes out of the air next to Nebrinel's ear, "I haven't tried this in a long time, after all." * Nebrinel doesn't jump, but smiles. "That throwing your voice thing's what gets me the most. I learned that as a magic trick." * Fyril nods and adjusts Jordan slightly, looking down. "I've read about that, too, but I like doing it this way. I practiced a long time to be able to do it. I bet you could, too." * Nebrinel eyes Fyril, and chuckles. "I'd bet it too, yeah. It'd just take a while to learn." * Fyril looks up at Nebrinel, and smiles cutely. "I'd be willing to teach you. We've got the time." * Nebrinel chuckles, and looks back at Fyril, grinning. "Sounds like an idea to me." * Fyril nods eagerly, and moves around to sit at Nebrinel's side, bringing Jordan along with him. "Great. You remember what I was saying before?" * Nebrinel chuckles. "I remember concentrating, and screwing up a lot, and that's about it." * Fyril nods more seriously, and hands over Jordan. "But you were already making some improvement. Here, just go ahead and try to enunciate without moving your mouth." He rubs the back of his neck, and blushes slightly. "It was hard to tell what you were doing before, but I'll keep a close eye on your mouth now." * Nebrinel chuckles, and grins slyly as she gets Jordan ready. "It was probably hard to tell because you were holding my jaw shut." * Fyril laughs softly. "It helps for beginners. Do you think you still need it?" * Nebrinel grins, and waves Jordan around a bit. "You're the teacher here. Make a judgement call." * Fyril thinks briefly, then leans forward, gently placing a hand on the underside of Nebrinel's jaw. His slight blush returns as he says, "One more try this way, and I'll see if you're ready to try on your own. Just say something." * Nebrinel mms, and says, trying to make Jordan sorta work with her hands as she says a bit over-softly, "I don't know why y-yew are blushing, Firil." * Fyril blushes a bit more heavily, and moves his hand away from Nebrinel's face. "That was actually pretty good. Those gliding sounds like y's can be hard, but you got the lip sounds pretty well." * Nebrinel says with a quirking smile. "So, just gonna watch now?" * Fyril nods, trying to be serious. "Yeah. I think that would make it easier to correct any smaller problems. Like with the y's. Try to rest your tongue higher in your mouth than you usually would for the sound." * Nebrinel nods, and works Jordan's pieces some more. "Y--you nevar did antswer my questin. Y'll kiss, buwt you'll blash when ye--you tuch my face?" (Yanno, it's REALLY hard to mangle speech. ^_^;) * Fyril moves his focus from her mouth, and looks down. He says quietly and hesitatingly, "I blush when I kiss you, too." * Nebrinel grins. "So, how'd I do with the letters?" * Fyril looks back up, smiling softly. "Without my hand holding your jaw, you let your mouth slip too much. So the lip sounds and vowels came out awkwardly. But the y's were better." * Nebrinel says absently, under her breath, "Right, lip sounds..." * Fyril nods. "They're usually the hardest to do." * Nebrinel looks right at Fyril. "Any... suggestions?" * Fyril blinks, and looks over Nebrinel's face. "You just try to keep your mouth still, and not think about it. Then it flows more naturally." * Nebrinel mms, and tries again, still in a fairly soft voice, "Naot think abowut it... ya know that is never ease--easy." * Fyril nods strongly, and says quietly. "But you have to try. Otherwise, you can't ever really get it down. That one was a bit better. You're still letting it slip some." * Nebrinel nods, and says, "Think about sum-thing else, huh, Fyrill?" She scans Fyril's face obviously. "Something else to think awn? Mmm..." * Fyril looks down at Nebrinel's lap, and Jordan. "Sometimes that helps. To have a different focus. Then you don't think about the rest of it as much." he says quietly. * Nebrinel chuckles, and holds up Jordan, concentrating on moving his limbs. "Which is why you use the dummy as a distracshun?" * Fyril nods, and follows Jordan. "Yeah. Part of having Jordan is to let you have something to pay attention to. And that was pretty good. Just a little bit off." * Nebrinel nods, and makes Jordan do a little dance, saying knowingly, with a slight grin. "You're distracted, Fyril." * Fyril looks up sharply, and blushes. "You weren't trying anymore, were you?" * Nebrinel looks mock-hurt. "Sure I was." She winks. "But I'm much better at figuring out people than ventriloquism." * Fyril smiles softly. "Right. Yeah, but I was paying some attention. You are getting better." He runs a hand through his hair. * Nebrinel grins. "Well, I'm a fast learner," she says, before rambling, "So... wanna talk, try throwing my voice now, or should we do something else?" * Fyril looks at Nebrinel quietly, before saying, "Think you've had enough practice? What do you want to do?" * Nebrinel chuckles, and brings her free hand up to Fyril's face, smiling softly. "I was thinking, now that we're not busy, that we could make up for Ada's interruption two days ago." * Fyril blushes hard, and nods slightly. "That's not a bad idea." * Nebrinel laughs liltingly, and puts Jordan off somewhere safe. "Not a bad idea, huh? If you weren't blushing, I'd wonder if you were still distracted." * Fyril shakes his head, and brings his hand up to brush the side of Nebrinel's face. "No. You've got all my attention. Naturally." He blushes a bit harder. * Nebrinel grins softly, and brings the hand that was working with Jordan 'round to the back of Fyril's neck, and brings her left hand to Fyril's lips in a shushing motion, whispering, "I'll take that as a compliment." * Fyril nods mutely, and leans forward slightly, resting his forehead on hers. His face is a solid light red. * Nebrinel smiles, and pulls her left hand away, tilting her head and kissing Fyril fimrly on the lips, while resting her left hand on his chest. * Fyril kisses back, slightly clumsily yet sweetly, and rests his hands on her shoulders. * Nebrinel takes a small breath, smiles, licks her lips, and lets her left hand move very lightly, and slowly, over Fyril's shirt and chest, letting her face stay a small distance from his face. Without warning, a female voice sounds in your heads. "I'm sorry, but could you possibly do this somewhere away from me, so that I wouldn't have to watch?" * Fyril pulls back suddenly and looks around, guilty and mystified. * Nebrinel lets out a little groan of annoyance. "Well, there's a new power on the part of Faydra." She eyes Fyril with a weak grin. "Can we ever not be interrupted?" The voice chuckles within your minds. It is a distinctly unnerving experience. ( I mean, what with the echoing and all. ) * Nebrinel rolls her eyes and hmphs. "What with people trying to kill the mood anyway? I'd swear it's a conspiracy, except that you've never met Ada." * Fyril blinks hard a few times, and focuses back on Nebrinel, a soft nervous smile with a tooth set in his lip, his face still red. "I think we'll get it some time. Who's Faydra?" "I am." * Nebrinel touches Fyril's face, and nods. "Yeah." She then speaks up, "The noble in the staff, remember?" * Fyril nods, and furrows his brow. "But I thought she'd only talk to you. Why can I hear her?" * Nebrinel chuckles. "Why don't we ask her that, huh?" ~Really,~ says the staff. ~Engaging in such acts in the presence of a lady. It's terribly rude.~ The voice seems to carry a smirk with it, tho. * Nebrinel brushes her hair back with her fingers. "Well, pardon me, my lady," she says, putting a sarcastic twist in herself, "but I was unaware you could sense much more than outside your staff. I hadn't exactly met that many people trapped in random objects." * Fyril blushes across his nose and shakes his head. "If I had any idea, though, I wouldn't have kissed her." There's not much sarcasm in his voice. ~Cha! That is no excuse.~ * Nebrinel smiles weakly at Fyril, and stands, saying, "It works for me," as she walks towards her pack to pick up the staff. * Fyril shrugs embarassedly. "I wouldn't hold it against you if you kissed some other staff while I was in the room." ~Of course you wouldn't.~ * Nebrinel pulls the staff out of her pack, and grins slightly. "He probably wouldn't, although he might blush." ~*chuckle*~ * Fyril watches Nebrinel grab the staff, and grins. "I might. It depends if I could figure out what was happening." * Nebrinel eyes the staff, for lack of a better focus. "So, Faydra. I guess now that you've interrupted, we can catch up on what is going on with you being trapped in a staff." ~Oh, certainly. What did you wish to know?~ * Fyril looks at the staff curiously, and fidgets with Jordan's parts, smoothing out the clothing. * Nebrinel starts twirling the staff slowly. "Well, for one, how you ended up in a staff. Since this isn't exactly a normal occourance." * Nebrinel grins slightly. ~Naturally, it was not willingly. I was imprisoned here as punishment for actions I took against another.~ * Nebrinel sits back on the bed, and continues twirling the staff. "Of course, of course." So, Faydra. Who'd you manage to anger? Anyone we'd know, or has it been a long time? ~My mother. And I rather strongly doubt that you know her.~ * Fyril widens his eyes, and stares at the staff. "Your mother did that to you?" ~Of course. I was mustering forces to make an attack on her holdings, and she had no desire to be attacked. When she found out she found me and sealed me within this convenient prison.~ ~Mother and I never got along very well, you see.~ * Nebrinel mms. * Fyril nods slowly, and keeps his eyes wide and on the staff. "So who were you?" ~ I was Faydra, obviously. ~ * Nebrinel snickers. * Fyril shakes his head, and smiles slyly. "You know what I mean. What position did you have? Why were you mustering forces?" ~ I? I had no position of my own. I desired my mother's position, and so I attempted to take it. ~ * Fyril nods, and cocks his head. "And what position did she have?" ~ My apologies, but I do not believe I am willing to answer that question. ~ * Fyril blinks, and nods. "Sure. So what about your forces? What were you willing to give them to work for you?" ~ Money, obviously. Land, in some cases. My mother was quite wealthy, and if I succeeded in killing her in a battle that wealth would pass to me without dispute. ~ * Fyril nods, and looks down at Jordan, then back to the staff. "Wait... so it would go right to you? What about your father?" ~ My father was not around to object. ~ * Nebrinel places a hand on Fyril's leg, and speaks up. "As useful as the history lesson is to all of us, I think we are both women of the world enough to get down to the real issues here. Which are, simply, what you want to us to do for you and do you have any ideas how to get it done?" ~ You are perspicacious. ~ ~ First, I would be most grateful if you were to free me from this prison, obviously. ~ * Nebrinel nods idly. "And as to any ideas, do you have any, or will this just be a catch-as-catch can situation?" ~ Of course I have ideas. I have thought of little else so long as I have been imprisoned. ~ * Nebrinel grins slightly. ~ One is really quite simple, if perhaps a bit daunting. It means travelling to the shores of the Sea of Chaos and manipulating the Amporphia there in a ritual performed at a stone that was involved in the Sea's formation. I could walk you through the ritual, if need be. ~ * Fyril shakes his head, and looks down at Jordan. Jordan says, "I don't think I'm ready to do that much travelling yet. This is as far from home as we've been." * Nebrinel mms noncomittaly, but it's obvious from the expression on her face that that isn't the best idea. "And the others?" ~ Oh, there are many. One involves negotiating the Paths of the Dead. I will assume you do not wish to embark upon that one? ~ ~ Another possibility is to find my old sword, for I am sure it is still linked to me. ~ * Nebrinel arcs an eyebrow. "Your old sword? That seems somewhat doable, assuming it was not just a normal sword." ~ It was not. I'm not sure how much it was, but I do know it was quite special. I believe it may be able to get me out of my prison, although I would have to consult it in order to figure out how. ~ * Fyril takes a hand off of Jordan, and takes Nebrinel's hand in his, blushing faintly. "Do you have any idea where it might be?" ~ It could be in the underground ruin that I made my home. That is where I was imprisoned, and if the sword is still linked to me, as I feel it is, nobody could have taken it from there. ~ * Fyril furrows his brow slightly. "And where is that?" * Nebrinel smiles faintly, and waits for her response. ~ The entrance is at the bottom of a canyon carved by Aerich's River, some two hundered miles east of Adrilanka. * Nebrinel nods. "Any other options?" ~ Several that would be much less pleasant than those I stated. ~ Less pleasant than death or being obliterated? Amazing. ~ There are worse things than death, ~ remarks the lady trapped in a stick dryly. * Nebrinel snickers. "Yes, yes, there always are." * Fyril looks down at his clasped hand. "Well, that isn't so far, comparatively. If we do it, that should be the easiest way." * Nebrinel says with a grin. "More than likely. Now, about this privacy issue. I wouldn't want to subject such delicate senses to our baseness again, after all." ~ How kind of you. ~ * Fyril nods . "I really didn't mean to offend you. If I'd known, I wouldn't have, but I don't want to have to stop completely, because... well..." He trails off, and blushes more. * Nebrinel smiles slightly, but says nothing. * Nebrinel suddenly laughs. * Fyril blinks a few times, and looks at Nebrinel puzzledly. "What?" * Nebrinel shakes her head. "Just an amusing thought." * Fyril runs his free hand through his hair, and looks back at the staff. "Have you decided not to tell us how not to offend you?" * Nebrinel half-smiles. ~ The matter has been tended to. I believe I shall... take a nap for a while. ~ * Nebrinel nods, and stands again, placing the staff over by the bag. * Fyril shrugs. "All right. Hope we don't wake you." * Nebrinel laughs lightly, and walks back to the bed, snuggling right up to Fyril again, wrapping her left arm to the back of his neck and grinning. "Hope we don't wake her, eh? Don't you have big plans." * Fyril blushes a bit more, and puts his arm around her shoulders. "Well... she woke up last time when we kissed, and I thought we might do that again. So I just want to be sure." * Nebrinel laughs lightly again, and kisses Fyril's nose. "Mm-hmm. I'm sure." She grins. [ HULK SMASH PUNY SESSION. ]