It's a Group Effort(Iridian)

"Yeah, I guess that does make sense," he said. There was this sort of unspoken code among necromancers when it came to proper ethical use of their powers. He understood how magic worked, he never actually had any real magic of his own to practice. That would explain why angry spirits get angrier when disturbed. "I just shoot fire and turn into a monster," he muttered as he scribbled some more notes down. "The only rules I have are don't be too scary and try not to maim anyone," he rolled his eyes. He loved his powers, but they seemed so simple compared to something like necromancy.

He found himself getting lost in the book he was taking notes from. "Holy-" he stopped and looked up. "There's an entire underwater society like right near the islands," he said looking up from his book. He skimmed a little more, "So back when they were settling here a lot of ships were lost to sea monsters," Monta Carlo was definitely something significant. "Of course, I'm sure that could happen anywhere but the frequency," he turned his book to Iridian to show her the timeline. "What's so special about this place?"

"Well I get four heads, claws, wings," his voice trailed off. He knew what she was getting at and he didn't dislike his other form. "I'm not feral or anything so my personality is still me, but in terms of body it's a little monstrous," he shrugged and sat back in his seat, balancing his pencil on his nose. He never really felt like a freak, or at least he hadn't for a while. He was who he was and there wasn't anything he could or would do to change it. "But thanks."

"Well, I mean when there's a chance of an angry kraken dragging your boat into the briny deep why bother?" he smirked. He actually liked the island. A nice hidden cove where abnormal things were the norm. "But honestly, why leave? This place is nice," he said returning to his books.

"Well, yeah I have four brains," his voice trailed off as he tried to think of a way to explain just what went into becoming a chimera. Of course it was hard due solely to the fact that the transformation was something he'd been doing since early childhood. At this point it was just second nature to him. "I don't really have a head that's dominant, it's more like my consciousness is spread into all the heads. So it's like being in different places at once. I don't get smarter but I do process things a lot faster."

"But there are like super people sports, why try and enter the Olympics," he rubbed his chin. The average person wasn't aware of all of the supernatural phenomena that went on in the world and for good reason. Taking into account all of the events that could have ended in doomsday scenarios. Not to mention humans feared anything that threatened their perceived place at the top of the food chain.

"There's probably some arrangement between the local government and the ocean people. Based on this relations are kind of tense at best," he jotted some notes down. The underwater societies were interesting due solely to the diversity of the sentient life. Not everything was humanoid or human sized for that matter. He thought about it a bit, there had to be some other creatures down there that actually did what they could for people. "The only way I can really describe their system of government is a monarchy of organized chaos," he shuddered to think what all that entailed.

"Well my mom doesn't live here, but she's seriously considering moving out here," the thought of holidays came to mind at the notion of people having families to visit. When he thought about it, his mother could probably get a cozy teaching job with her skills. "What about you?" he looked up in curiosity. She probably had someone back home too.

"I wonder what kind of magic they use down there," Travis thought out loud. Then again, he was sure some of the creatures down in the deep didn't even require magic like people on the surface. If nothing else they probably used it for simple. "I guess it's my feral side, but I kind of understand the appeal of their governing systems. You just get a couple simple ground rules and you're free to do whatever as long as you don't anger the biggest guy," he shrugged. "I don't that kind of thing could work up here where things are a little tamer."

He listened to her talk about her Grandfather. "Well I mean you still keep in contact with him though right?" he asked. Even he phoned home every so often. "And I guess you'll slip back home over the summer to visit too wouldn't you?"


((It's all fine if you're going away try to enjoy yourself. I won't get too stir crazy =P))