Meeting of the Minds

[Speeder]

"Which form do you like the most?"

[Somefreakoverthere]

ravil paused for a second,and then grinned evily as she morphed back to her naga morph.

"My naga one,i guess.Any more questions before i move onto how we morph,what freewheeling is,how freewheeling works and how what we're called effects us?"she asked,looking around as she streached her 8 arms.

[Speeder]

"Not really."

[3kul]

Little Sister nudged HollowEyes. ~Ask.~

"Like I've said for everyone else so far, 'what are your weaknesses' is the dumbest question ever. Do you want your intentions to be totally see-through?" He hissed back to her, annoyed that he was the only one who had to put up with her. ~Well, try to rephrase it so that it's less obvious!~ She screamed back into his mind.

Taking a few seconds to think of a much better question, HollowEyes stood and asked.

"I happen to have a few questions to ask, but if they cover what you're about to discuss, feel free to continue. Firstly, I'm curious as to how long it takes you to shift forms, and is there a limit to how many times you can do it?"

Pausing to make sure Ravil got that, he continued on to the next question. "I'd also like to ask for an opinion of yours, if I may - what would you consider the greatest strengths of your abilities to be?"

[Cirrial]

A nanosecond flash of white marks the successful breaking of a wall between points in the Universe. Stepping through empty air, Cirrial closes the Ryft gateway he had just opened.
He turns to the stage. "Woah, that was a lucky guess... Better shut up. This looks interesting."
He sits down and notices the others, looking interestedly at the guy with the box and the notepad, before turning his attention on the speaker present. A tiny white spark shines and dies as he summons his own writing materials from the Havenshell, deep within the Ryft, his home away from home when on expeditions like these.

He readies a quill and scratches experimentally on the specially-designed water retardant paper in front of him. He was set to go, and his ears drift lazily towards the stage, like divining rods.

[Somefreakoverthere]

"hmm...it only takes a a second to shift forms for me,as i've been doing it for years.And my best ablility,i guess it's best if i show you rather than tell you."

she pauses as she pulls outs one of her swords and quickly removes one arm.she quickly morphs to her 8 legged form and back again,and smiles as her arm that had been recently cut off flicked the sword back into it's hold.

"thats the best of my abilitys as far as i know,as it's one of the few i can remember.And if i shift too many times in a minute then it might send me freewheeling.

And due to the fact i have a broken mind,i'm unable to tell you what i think my greatest strengths of my abilities is.When i find out i'll tell you.

Now I'll tell you how my name affected me.My name,you all know,is Ravil.In morphian,the langue i was brought up with,It meens "the silently cursed."It was the name assinged onto me,and i can never change it.

The way i morph is due to a gland in my body that has never been located.It's the thing that tells you what you are,and with me i can make it change what it's telling my body to look like and be,thus I morph.

However,too much magic can mess this gland up a bit,and i start freewheeling.It's painful and normaly it can end up with a body with two heads,three arms and six eyes,plus gills.I usealy don't keep my freewheeling morphs unles they have a feature that i like.Also,freewheeling is painful so i like to be warned before you use alot of magic nearby.This goes for anything involving mind-speak,as my mind is sensitive to anything trieing to enter it.

Any questions?Just tell me if you want me to go over something again." Ravil told them as she pulled out some raw meat and started eating it.

[Cirrial]

Cirrial finishes jotting down this snippet of information, recording in an arcane and esoteric notation, obsolete by even the anachronstic Melesi standards. It involves drawing symbols and linking them with several lines, adding notches to lines for emphasis or particularly strong connections. He uses this purely for speed.

He looks up to the stage. "So you freewheel in the presence of high intensity magic. Has there ever been a time you have kept a freewheeling morph, as you hinted at in your speech just now?"

He contemplates going up to the stage himself, when this speaker is finished.

[Somefreakoverthere]

ravil nods,and morphs to her demon-like form

"Thiss iss the only form i have kept from the ressult of freewheeling.The reasson I exagerate the letter Ss is because of my forked toung in thiss sshape."

she morphed back to her naga form smiling.

"That is the onlt freewheeling morph i have ever kept,as other results have been fairly....nasty.

The last thing i'm going to tell you is that i'm carrying something so close to me i cannot even begin to describe it.In a few months time it shall be removed and that i won't be able to speak while it is being removed.Until that time,however,i'm able to continue repairing my mind.That is all i have to say about myself.thanks for listening,hope you've all learnt how hard it is going to be to hack my head off."ravil flicked her meat down her throat and chagned to her 8 legged mode to climb off the stage.

[Embri]

Embri nods and speaks up. "I'm afraid I must apologize, for it is quite likely I was at fault for your last freewheeling episode." The unicorn looks contrite. "I did not realize your sensitivity, and I usually choose Mindspeech first, since not everyone understands spoken words."

[Cirrial]

Cirrial clicks his fingers, a few drops of water hitting the ground as he does so. A tiny flash of white accepts his writing materials into itself, vanishing. He walks up slowly to the stage and turns to the audience in general.

"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen and others, ask me any questions about myself." After a few seconds pause he justifies this with "I haven't got anything better to do, so ask away!"

[Shaon]

The cat gazed at Cirral, before speaking. "Mm. A water elemental. Are you under Ariel, or free?"

[Cirrial]

Cirrial flicks an ear, a substitute for an otherwise appropriate smirk of derision. His calm flowing voice has overtones of contempt. "I serve no being but myself, and as I have served in very prestigious positions of power previously, I consider it to be almost offensive to ask such a question." Then he would tilt his head slightly for a second, in consideration. "I am sorry for my attitude, but I have had many encounters with those that consider me a pawn in their games, and I am no pawn."

He looks around, ears flowing upwards, alert. He bubbles just a little more rapidly than usual. "I would advise you all to take what I just said into account. I do not submit to others' wills lightly, and I serve those whose principles I do not find fault with."

His bubbling and rippling returns to its constant, almost pulse-like state. "There. Now that I've cleared that up, any more questions?"

[Sephirothsicase]

*Seph nods*

Yes there is, you said that you have been used as a pawn, how so?

[Cirrial]

Cirrial sighs. "On more than one occasion my benevolent nature has been exploited. I was previously given the title of Ryftkeeper, a few decades ago, and it was one of my myriad of tasks to ensure no large evil organisations succeeded in total world domination." He pauses, thoughtfully. "I still get the feeling there's a few evil organisations I have yet to encounter, and I can't shake the feeling they're somewhere very near."

"Anyway, one of my reocurrant enemies has been an animate force known by the extremely long-winded name of Ahrasikrenathor. It is essentially a null force, something on the flip-side of good and evil. It exists purely to counter matter, and is relentless."

"All too often have I been tricked by both this force and the evil organisations into aiding them, usually by forcing me to open a portal in the-"

He shuts up, having realised he's already stepped over his limit of what he was going to divulge to the public.

"Open a trans-dimensional... portal... thingy. That catered to their needs. And I dislike such traps and being forced to act as a... allow me to think of the appropriate metaphor... personal pilot? That will do. There have been... other... occurences in the past, but I'm not at liberty to dicuss these occurances."

[Shaon]

The feline smiled. "I see you've heard of me."