James: You leaned a little bit too much on the end...now... *retrieves the board, and resumes the starting position* You push down with you back foot, here... *slowly pushes down, moving the nose up like a lever* and then jump, allowing it to pop up. Then you slide your other foot here in the middle forward, 'till it's about 4/5 of the way up. *does so, bringing the skateboard back to a level position* That makes it level again and puts your feet over the wheels so you can have some control... Try again?

Me: Perhaps he should learn to ride before learning to do an ollie...
Thalen: What are you talking about? I can do this!
Natalia: Thalen...
Thalen: *tries and fails again* Okay, maybe my author is right...

James: Well, maybe...put one foot in the middle like this, toes pointing at a 40 degree angle from the front...then push with your right foot like this. *demonstrates* When you have enough momentum, put your foot up on the back at a 90 degree angle like this.

Thalen: What are these degrees you speak of?

James: Dude, don't you know anything about math??

Lyr'Ous- (Looks at the skateboard) Hmmm... When I grew up in the alliance we had a device alot like that only it didn't have wheels which we used to ride on snow I enjoyed them quite alot, and back during my time on the Isle of Faith the locals had something else that was quite similar only it was much larger and had no wheels as-well they used it to ride waves. I was quite found of them and got pretty good at it by the time I had finished my schooling. I believe if we translated them from the old tongue they would be called Snow Boards and Wave Boards.
Me- Serf Boards.
Lyr'Ous- What?
Me- The one from the Isle would be called a serf board.
Lyr'Ous- That makes no sense.
Me- Never-mind.

Me: They don't have "degrees" in Iuthernya. He does know his arithmetic though, unfortunately for his mathematically challenged author.
Thalen: Arithmetic, is that what you speak of? Well, yes, in fact, I do.
Natalia: *looks around for someone new to talk to since she has nothing to talk about with Michael*

*places Elëanor into chat*

Me: Guys, this is Elëanor.

Michael: Welcome, Elëanor.

Elëanor (@Michael): *small smile; nods* Hello, Michael.

Me: Talkative bunch.

Natalia: *walks over and makes a slight curtsy* Hello, Elëanor, my name is Natalia. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Me: *coughs at Sylve*
Sylve: (@Illuna) Thank you. *small smile before turning back to watch James*

Antreo: *bows elaborately* Welcome, Lady Eleanor.

Elëanor (@Natalia): *curtsies* And I yours.

Michael: *steps closer to Elëanor*

Elëanor (@Antreo): *curtsies* Thank you, Lord Antreo. I'm sure I will enjoy myself here.

Michael: He's a king.

Elëanor: *eyes widen slightly, quickly curtsies again and keeps head down in deference* My apologizes, King Antreo. Please forgive me.

Michael: *mutters* I believe that's hardly necessary...

Natalia: *giggles*
Thalen: Oh, ask her a question already. You know you're dying to get to know her.
Natalia: Elëanor..? What do you like to do?

Antreo: (@Eleanor) *eyes quirk a little at the corners* Ach. That is of no matter here. To some perhaps, yes, but not to me.

Elëanor (@Natalia): I-- Well, I haven't really had the time to do much--

Me: *mutters to self* Saving the world and all that. Didn't help that you've been cryogenically frozen and that you lost all your memory...

Elëanor: --but I like dancing.
(@Antreo) *half curtsies* Thank you, my lord.

Natalia: Erm.. What kind of dancing?
Thalen: Generations of crying? What?

Antreo: *grabs Eleanor's arm gently to prevent her from curtseying* We are all equals here, no matter what we are in our respective lands.

Me: Sorry for not being here.

Seymour: You forgot us.

Me: No I didn't. I just... wasn't feeling like remembering you.

Tarkas: That hurts.

Me: You'll have forgotten my horrible deed before long.

Iluna: [Smiles back at Sylve] You are welcome.

Ivy: [Eleanor] Hi! I'm Ivy!

Zinaan: [Watches, utterly enchanted, as the skateboard is used]

Elëanor (@Natalia): *looks to author*

Me: Er... not completely sure yet. Possibly some kind of ritual-like dance. Kind of like a martial art... but not martial arts (if I go that way).

Elëanor (@Thalen): Huh?

Me: No, she was frozen for several years.

Elëanor (@Antreo): *hesitates, but nods* Please, grant me to call you 'my lord' at least.

Elëanor (@Ivy): *smiles* Hello, Ivy.

Antreo: (@Eleanor) *slightly irritated (to the surprise of his author), but doesn't show it* If you must, I suppose. *smiles thinly*

Elëanor: *smiles in relief* Thank you.

Me: Hehehe. *whispers to Zoe so no others hear* I was surprised by her persistence in wanting to call him that.

Elanhil: *crashes up through a pile of homework papers* Uuuuugh... -_-

James: *rolls eyes, then glances at Sylve* I don't think anyone is gonna be needing this again... *looks down at the board*

Elanhil: You're right. *board vaporizes*

James: *makes his way back to the bench upon which Sylve is sitting*

Antreo: *shakes head slightly to himself*

Sylve: *smiles brightly at James*

James: *sits beside her again* So tell me... do you like adventure?

Sylve: *eyes go wide* What sort of adventure? My brother, Saen, talks of adventure, but to him it's bloody battles.

James: Oh... adventure. Like perhaps going out in the woods somewhere, getting lost, being forced to stay out there a few days... It's fun, but your parents call the cops and everything and they aren't exactly happy with you.

Ivy: [Smiles shyly, then runs off and hides behind Iluna]

Tarkas: You forgot us again!!!!

Me: Lie. I didn't feel like remembering you. Again.

Tarkas: You don't love us.

Me: That's not what I said OR meant, mister. Or do you want to be shut up in your rooms again?

Tarkas: Glad you're back!

Me: I thought so.

Elanhil, I'm really sorry this sort of fell off my radar.

Sylve: (@James) Well, I never really have a chance to do that; there's too many people around. But once an enraged boar charged a hunting party I was in.

Me (@Zoe): Hehe, me too (and 'twill be plummeting again soon).
 *hands Michael a new sketchpad* Stay out of trouble, okay?

Elëanor: *rubs arms with hands* Is it getting colder?

Michael: *glances at the sky* Usually does this time of year.

Elëanor: Yes, but... somehow, I don't like the feel of it.

Me: (@Mark) The Mark is back!!! I have three weeks, what do you have?

Antreo: *takes off his jacket and puts it over Eleanor's shoulders* *looks at it ruefully* It's rather a flimsy thing, I'm afraid.

Me (@Zoe): *grins* I have five-ish.

Elëanor: Oh, it was silly of me to mention it-- but, thank you. No, it will work perfectly; it is not too cold just yet. Are you sure you will be fine?

Me: (@Mark) O.O Lucky!

Antreo: You are welcome. Don't worry about me. *smiles*

Me (@Zoe): It would be three except I'm not taking Winterim this year.

Michael (@Antreo): I won't.

Elëanor: Michael! Even you should treat him with some respect -- he is a king.

Me: (@Mark) *would ask what that is, but will try and catch you in chat instead*

Antreo: (@Michael) *eyes narrow briefly in amusement* It's a good thing I didn't ask you to, then, isn't it?

Michael: *sneers* That's debatable.

Me: People return!

Tynx: PEOPLE!!!!!

Me: Oi! Get back to the treasure hunt!

Tynx: I can be in two places at once. No fear! [Runs over to Elëanor and jumps into her arms] I can keep you warm too! A proper lady needs muffs to keep her hands warm.

Thaeren: Don't even want to know how you know that.

Tynx: [Shrugs] Imma Aesceil, brother. I get around.

Elëanor: *surprised for a moment, then composes herself* Thank you, Tynx.

Antreo: (@Michael) Ah, but all debates need two players. If only one is involved, then can it really be called debatable?

Michael: *hesitates, then adjusts glasses and scowls* *mumbles* Perhaps. *turns back to his sketch pad*

Elëanor: Don't mind him, my lord. He has a good heart, I think, if you can stand him long enough to see it.

*breaks down and enters CRP again*

Tanner: Hey, I remember some of you.

Guilo: *stretches* Wow, it's great to be out and about again.

Kaida: *nods a bit stiffly to the other characters*

Elëanor: Welcome, friends!

Ouskar: Yes, welcome!

Guilo: Thank you.

Tanner: I don't think we've met before. Where are you from?

Kaida: It isn't half as chaotic in this room as in the last...

Guilo: Probably the lack of dragons. They seemed a lot more sporadic than what reptiles we're used to.

Tanner: Well, give or take a few of them.

Tynx: Dude! The geckos are back!

Seymour: So is Tanner.

Tynx: Yeah! It's like a family reunion!

Me: Uh, not really a family reunion. [Had been looking over old CI posts] The villain rebellion...

Tynx: Don't even go there.

Antreo: (@Eleanor) It's all right. I don't mind.

Sylve: Villain rebellion? *eyes wide*

Tanner: *grins* Hi, Seymour. Tynx.

Guilo: No geckos today, I'm afraid (or am I?) I guess the humans needed more development.

Kaida: I think I was busy dueling during the last rebellion... Didn't we break some of their alignments then?

Tanner: I think Mel did. What with her Hippocratic tendencies. Who was it she got to start having heroic inklings?

Guilo: I don't remember. That was a while ago.

Kaida: Wonder what he's up to now.

Tynx: Whoops. My bad. I see names I recognize and tag them with the geckos. Sorry.

Seymour: It has been along while. How are you all?

Me: I need to remember who else I had in here besides you two... Mordir, Tarkas... I think that's it...

Mordir: Feeling the love over here.

Tarkas: I'm trying not to say anything mean...

Seymour: [Casts a warning glare at his son before turning to Sylve] The villain rebellion happened way back in the CI thread. Mordir started it first, but the first attempt was a failure. The second time, it nearly got a few people killed.

Mordir: And two very angry dragons.

Me: Yeah, I don't think she's quite forgiven you of that...

Mordir: Do I care?

Me: If you value your life, you should.

Mordir: I'll take my chances.

Seymour: Anyways. The rebellion lasted quite a while. I don't remember how it actually ended, or if it just faded away.

Sylve: (@Seymour) *eyes wide* People almost died?

Tanner: We're doing well. It's a bit confusing actually, I think I'm the myself from the sequel, but Kaida is still her original self...

Kaida: Our ages are from the sequel, but I'm pretty sure I'm more mature by then...

Guilo: I'm just more developed than usual. Hurray for some limelight.

Seymour: Almost, but not quite. The authors made- wait, didn't one of Ciela's cats die?

Me: So... maybe it wasn't a no-death event...

Mordir: I almost died.

Me: Yeah, well, no one cares about you.

Mordir:

Tynx: Tanner has a bit of identity crisis? Or something? And can I have a sequel?

Me: No. At least, not on paper. I already have too many stories going as it is.

Tanner: No, I'm just sequel me because my old self was too depressing for role playing or something. Kaida's depressing is fine though, I guess.

Kaida: *shoves Tanner*