First Waltz - Welcome to Room 302, Sucker

[pervy_elf_fancier]

Well. Catherine Elstwhere apparently has some adjustments to make regarding her room. This place might actually be worse than some of the prisons she's been to, at least the ones that didn't involve kidnappers with chains and delusions of Catherine being a Princess.

She looks with dismay from her VERY full bags of luggage to her VERY small closet and sighs, doing Outfit Triage.

Then she logs on to her myPhone. And checks her student ID. And howls in outrage.

"Huraine's shapely bosom, I'm the Duchess Elstwhere, WHY is my title listed as 'Pervy Elf Fancier!?'"

Way to tell the entire dorm, Cath. Just saying.

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[rose_liberated]

Rozalin catches the expression though but misinterprets. "She is regrettably in exile, but as far as I know, is quite happy in her current state. And You will have that introduction at our convenience, I am sure.." The next question on the other hand, raised Rozalin's eyebrows slightly.

"You make a distinction? Well, I believe that cure spells should work-I dabble a bit in magic myself, but outside of ice and a bit of healing you could learn from a pamphlet, I know relatively little." How much healing could you learn from a pamphlet anyways?

[pervy_elf_fancier]

The Duchess nods. "The distinction between positive and negative energies on my world matters. Curative spells will harm things that are not strictly speaking alive, and creatures of darkness. The theory is that they are so far gone that healing would return them to death, a sort of stack overflow error of the gods. Given the nature of this academy, I felt the question prudent."

[rose_liberated]

"Ahh, this could be a problem." Rozalin frowned and tapped a finger to her chin. "I am unquestionably dark, but I am also unquestionably alive." Therein lay the crux of the matter. "I suppose I lean more towards the alive and not horrible and beyond redemption side. but it is hard to say without some sort of test."

[pervy_elf_fancier]

"Easily done, if you've the time." She holds out one hand and murmurs a prayer, and her begins to glow with a warm, sunny light. "This is the weakest of all my healing prayers. It should merely sting if my power is incompatible with your nature."

[rose_liberated]

"That seems reasonable enough-let me come and see, if you wouldn't mind holding that until I arrive."

Like most greater demons however, Rozalin can Teleport Without Error at will. Arrival takes hardly any time at all, though it is a bit...thunderous.

as discussed in chat.

[pervy_elf_fancier]

Ow. She winces at the entrance, but bows properly. Then, she lays her hand on your shoulder.

It hurts. Not much, a sort of stinging feeling, like the sensory static of a sleeping limb waking up again. It's warm, and it does make a minor cut disappear - the scab melting into a trace of scar tissue - but it still hurts.

[rose_liberated]

"Oh!" Rozalin glances down at the hand and frowns, but just flexes her wings a bit. "It tingles, but it's tolerable-like I slept wrong on it and it's getting feeling back. It's very strange, but it seems to be effective."

She brightened then. "Though this does mean that short of monsters like Tyrant Overlord Baal, you should be able to heal most of the demons here normally."