Vincent's arrival

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It was very misty that night, and luckily it wasn't raining, a lone figure could barely be made out through the dense mist, a teen who seemed to be waiting for something... or someone. Sitting on a dock bench, hands folded neatly in his lap, Vincent sat patiently, letter that he had received in his trench coat pocket. Th silver haired boy sighed slightly, glancing at the watch on his wrist. He had gotten the time correct... Right?

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A small patch of pale mist slowly made its way down from the sky, piling into a human-resembling pillar directly in front of Vincent. As the mist began to dispatch, a person stepped out, landing silently in front of the boy. The man had long, very pale hair tinted vaguely purple, and almost seemed to be made of mist. His cold violet eyes scanned his new student throughouly, his hands hidden behind the back of his long, pale kimono, a long katana sheathed at his side. He bent slightly in a polite bow, then spoke, "Vincent, I am Caspian, your Master Teacher at Twilight Moon Academy. How would you prefer we cross this body of water to get to the school?"

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The blue eyed boy rose from his seat in greeting, nodding his head as the boys own version of a bow. Vincent glanced at his master teacher, noting that his dress was quiet... different.

"We will cross it in anyway you see fit, sir." The boy said softly, his accent laced through his words as usual.

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Caspian nodded, then turned, wordless, to face the water. Silent, he held his hand up to the air. A long pathway of mist stretching from the Shipyards to the school began glowing a very faint violet hue. Motioning for Vincent to follow, Caspian stepped onto the quite solid Mist and began walking towards the school. He spoke soft, but loud enough for him to hear, "Tell me about your special ability."

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Taking one timid step onto the mist, Vincent found it as solid as the ground. Walking with more confidence after that, the boy followed after the man, keeping what might have been considered close intervals.

"I'm a berserker sir, from my father's side. And I had just started to work with ice magic before I was accepted into the Academy." The boy stated evenly, watching Caspin's back for physical signs of response.

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He nodded, then spoke, "We haven't had a good berserker in a long time. They usually end up killing themselves, or something along those lines. We had a case in which a male once accidentally attacked his friend, or girlfriend or whatever, and when he gained control again he was so distraught he tried to kill himself by throwing himself into the Dark Forest, but he got paralyzed to his waist, and couldn't move away. For some reason, no animals attacked him, but when we tried to go get him, he was completely gone. I've heard rumors of him before." His mouth curved into a small smile, before he continued, "Tell me about where you used to live, Vincent."

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From behind the master teacher, the boy snorted slightly and narrowed his eyes, keeping his even pace.
"That wont happen to me." Vincent replied shortly, the respectful tone disappearing for a moment. There was a few moments of silence before the sliver haired teen spoke again.

"I lived in Britain with my mother, who graduated from here. She was the one who started teaching me magic." He said, smiling slightly at some memory of his home before containing. "It went very well for the most part until about a month ago." He didn't elaborate, Caspian should have know what have happened to that kid.

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Caspian uttered a soft noise, possibly a scoff, though it just as well could have been a cough. He nodded at the boy, "I've heard of it. I came from the Hollydell Mountains, where I lived my entire life under the teachings of Master Thelthuz'zad. What about your more specific special attacks?"

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The boy thought for a moment, his silver hair swaying back and forth in the breeze. Special attacks? "I'm more of a defensive person really, shielding and such." He admitted. Well, Vincent tried to be, but because of what he was…

It didn’t always turn out that way.
“But I’ve been working on making ice blades. I’m not proficient at it yet…”

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Caspian blinked at his student, "Hmmm a defensive Berserker? How odd, almost a paradox. But it is what you are, then. Ice blades? Show me..." He waved his hand and several demons appeared midair, seemingly frozen in time, "Destroy these demons, they're all non-elemental and of low level."

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((Whoops, I guess that doesn't make sense...>.<;; ))

The boy turned his head and stopped as the demons appeared, studying them with his eyes, calculating before he made a move. A gust of wind blasted the two, making the temperature drop very noticeable. blue light surrounded his left hand, then made it's way up past his wrist and finally settling at his elbow. With a noise that could be compared to breaking glass, the light disappeared and was replaced with what could only be described as ice covering his arm, extending down past his fingers and coming down into a sharp, deadly point.

Basically, an ice sword.

Vincent spared a quick glance at the master teacher, then took a couple quick steps forward and slashed at the first demon, brought his weapon down onto the shoulder of the second, then impaled the third.

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Caspian nodded, "Very, very good, we'll work on that in class. We could probably increase your ice magic so you can create other things, such as shields, weapons, et cetera. Anything in mind you'd like to learn?"

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The boy let the temperature fall again, the ice melting back down onto the lake they where standing above. He smiled slightly at the compliment, then answered Caspin's question with an eager tone.
"History." He responded instantly, no thought required on that one. Vincent ate up history lessons like boys his age fawned over football or cars.

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"Er, okay, I'll assume you'll want to take the history course then. I was thinking more along the lines of using your ice magic. But, we might as well make your schedual since we're on this topic. There are a few mandatory classes, and also a few electives, which are History, Life Skills, Music, Potionry, Puppetmaster, Samurai, and Study Hall. Please choose whichever optional classes you want, and I'll make you a schedual... eventually..."

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Hm, lot's of choices. The boy thought for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. History he had already stated, so...

"Can I take life skills and potionry as well?" He asked, looking up at the man. They sounded like something he'd be interested in, and depending on how many mandatory classes he would have to take, study hall could fill up the rest.