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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 2, 2006 19:19:38 GMT -5
Darishan walked along the shoreline, waiting with for the boat. The rain fell from above, soaking his blood red hair right down to the toes of his boots. If toes were alive, they'd probably be drowning right now. His eyes were an extremely light shade of blue, almost white, while his skin was tanned lightly. He pushed his sopping bangs out of his face with a gloved hand, patiently waiting. What was this school anyway? Rain was fine and good, but the act of making the students wait was unnacceptable. His invitation was tucked into one of the pockets inside his jacket, but soon it too would probably be invaded by the watery forces.
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Post by baha on May 2, 2006 19:22:39 GMT -5
The water in the water nearest to Darishan rumbled slightly and an old boat pushed its way out of the surface. A hunched figure stood up in the boat, and pointed towards Darishan with a long, wicked scythe, letting out a sharp, yet raspy, voice, "Make haste, young one, or I shall leave without you!"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 2, 2006 19:31:12 GMT -5
Darishan stared at the man disdainfully, but he approached the boat. "Because we wouldn't want that," Darishan said with a hint of sarcasm as he climbed on. He was short compared to most people, but his frame was thin and strong. He had never considered his size a disadvantage; too many things made up for it.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 3, 2006 21:10:15 GMT -5
The man with the sythe (dare he say, 'old one?') didn't reply, but the boat started to move nevertheless. He looked over the side of the boat, trying to make out anything in the sheets of rain. There were a few indistict shapes but nothing that could really be called interesting. He had come to this 'school' because he didn't want to be an apprentice for his whole life. Standing in the rain next to a weird guy in a cloak with a large pointy thing in his hands. Nothing had changed as of yet.
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Post by baha on May 4, 2006 19:16:16 GMT -5
A large bolt of lightning snapped loudly and illuminated the shore of the school. The Scythe-man watched the continuously-growing land until it was a few feet away. It carefully stepped off and tied the boat to the dock. He slid the cloak off, revealing a skull of a dragon, it's empty sockets gleaming with fire. The white jaws banged noisily as it spaketh onto him (hah), "Come, Darishan. I am Xavian, your Master Teacher. Follow me." As he finished up his speech, he began walking towards the Courtyard without checking to see if the boy followed.
(You may post again and go to the next stage, or just go there ^^ )
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 4, 2006 20:20:39 GMT -5
Darishan followed the person with no particular hurry. Master Teacher? Did that hint that he was something like a guidance counselor? Any guidance from that would probably be best ignored. But he was being impatient. He would wait and see, and then he would know. His Master Teacher had a peculiar appearance though, something familiar about that skull. It faintly resembled a demon's.... Perhaps dragon. It made sense, but he couldn't be sure. Dragons were not often used in his profession because of their resistance to magic.
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