Post by Tristan Carter on Aug 23, 2018 13:42:09 GMT -7
There still weren't any answers. A giant monster had attacked the medieval universe, killed unknown amounts of people, nearly decimated two of the portal cities, and completely demolished a third while completely changing the face of the planet itself. The school was bound to have some answers, because somebody had to, and they hadn't made a peep. If they expected everyone to just sit quietly and wait until a "monthly report card" clarified things, they clearly hadn't been paying attention. Somebody was bound to get pissed off enough at the silence to start lashing out. Maybe the only surprising thing was who it was to get things started.
Tristan was undeniably and - he felt - understandably upset. He had risked life and limb to protect a world he didn't call his own, and he wasn't alone in that. If that was all, he probably could've waited until the regularly posted bulletin to get some updates. That wasn't all, though. He had barely succeeded in protecting the world, and there had been absurd costs for that. He lost someone he called a friend, and he wasn't alone in that either. And as far as anyone knew, there could be another fight just like it in just a couple hours. He felt that he needed to do something to get someone who might know something to actually show themselves. If none of the staff anyone could find had any answers, then something needed to be done to draw in the bigger fish, and the only possible way he could attempt to do that was by breaking the one thing everyone knew they were invested in - the Academy.
Even though he doubted he'd be able to take them on in a straightforward fight, he made sure he'd be easy to find. His shadow constructs rampaged in the area around the cafeteria, where the mindhost waited nonchalantly. Whereas his creations were taking to the infrastructure with whatever blunt weaponry he could visualize, Tristan was sitting calmly as he ate a burger and stared up into the Jurassic-ish era portal. None of the mages were attacked, and any construct destroyed was replaced very quickly. He wanted the student body to know that they weren't in any danger from him, and he wanted whoever wanted him to cease to know that going after the source was the only viable option. After someone with the proper authority had appeared, he expected the other mages would recognize the opportunity and act upon it.
It wasn't difficult to recognize the beings had the same source as the giant from the battle, so the smallfry knew better than to test their luck. Past that, though, he didn't bother explaining himself. Anyone who would actually help in his plan wouldn't need to hear it, and anyone who would want an explanation would probably try to stop him. Either way, he just hoped people would show up in time to interrogate the upper echelon staff, should they make an appearance. The cafeteria was kinda devoid of any useful bystanders, and was even relatively lacking in the useless variety.
INCURSION: Smashing the school in the hopes of drawing the attention of the higher ups while venting some anger about the loss of a friend.
Tristan was undeniably and - he felt - understandably upset. He had risked life and limb to protect a world he didn't call his own, and he wasn't alone in that. If that was all, he probably could've waited until the regularly posted bulletin to get some updates. That wasn't all, though. He had barely succeeded in protecting the world, and there had been absurd costs for that. He lost someone he called a friend, and he wasn't alone in that either. And as far as anyone knew, there could be another fight just like it in just a couple hours. He felt that he needed to do something to get someone who might know something to actually show themselves. If none of the staff anyone could find had any answers, then something needed to be done to draw in the bigger fish, and the only possible way he could attempt to do that was by breaking the one thing everyone knew they were invested in - the Academy.
Even though he doubted he'd be able to take them on in a straightforward fight, he made sure he'd be easy to find. His shadow constructs rampaged in the area around the cafeteria, where the mindhost waited nonchalantly. Whereas his creations were taking to the infrastructure with whatever blunt weaponry he could visualize, Tristan was sitting calmly as he ate a burger and stared up into the Jurassic-ish era portal. None of the mages were attacked, and any construct destroyed was replaced very quickly. He wanted the student body to know that they weren't in any danger from him, and he wanted whoever wanted him to cease to know that going after the source was the only viable option. After someone with the proper authority had appeared, he expected the other mages would recognize the opportunity and act upon it.
It wasn't difficult to recognize the beings had the same source as the giant from the battle, so the smallfry knew better than to test their luck. Past that, though, he didn't bother explaining himself. Anyone who would actually help in his plan wouldn't need to hear it, and anyone who would want an explanation would probably try to stop him. Either way, he just hoped people would show up in time to interrogate the upper echelon staff, should they make an appearance. The cafeteria was kinda devoid of any useful bystanders, and was even relatively lacking in the useless variety.
INCURSION: Smashing the school in the hopes of drawing the attention of the higher ups while venting some anger about the loss of a friend.