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Post by dain on Nov 21, 2006 17:51:33 GMT -5
Rain trickled down his raincoat as the pit-pattering of the drops of liquid ice shattered on the grand, broken down dock where he stood. His hazel hawk-like eyes strived to see through the forever falling wall in front of him, but came to no avail. If he were to do anything, he would have to get his bio-armor on, because the visual image receptors were not hindered by the small tears of the sky.
Waves of short, pistoned splashes came upon the dock's barnacle-filled pilings. Broken-down boats accented the image of the strange place, as well as the many tattered ships of ancient corsairs and rogues. Dain's sense could pick up something strange in the lyres of the great ships, but he would not be happy about investigating unless he really had to. The small wail of the crying wind flushed and completed the dreary place of disaster, destruction, and death. He came to know that this was a place of emergence. What broke the men from the boys, the women from the girls. The administrators of this school were very crafty indeed.
Dain stood there, still, silent, and shielding his eyes with his raincoats hood so he could at least see five feet in front of him, instead of only none. Someone should be here soon to usher him.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Nov 22, 2006 16:16:53 GMT -5
Suddenly, a vague, yet somehow distinct, silhouette of a rather large man could be seen through the eye-clouding fog that hung over the docks like an ominous, foreboding cloud. Thump, Clink.....Thump, Clink....Thump, CLINK His footsteps drew nearer as they resounded simultaneously throughout the barrenness of the premises, and as if on some unspoken command, the blinding mist parted abruptly to reveal a rather interesting persona.
Up close, it could be concluded that this being was no ordinary man. No. He was....something else. He bore a mechanical arm and leg that made sounds resembling machinery when moved, and some sort of device was strapped over his shaved head to cover his left eye. Rain pelted off a broad, steel chest. A Cyborg........
A large circular, red eye lens that belonged to the device strapped over his eye examined Dain in precise scrutiny as it passed over his figure curiously- flicking here and there, never staying in one spot for more than an instant. Although it was only set on its Ultra-Violent sensor mode, no detail of this boy could be hidden from the cyborg's eye. His gaze was very much experienced.
With a humble, yet, slightly awkward bow, the cyborg spoke, and it might be noted that just like his appearance, his voice, too, was completely inhuman. Gruff, deep, and commanding, his voice beheld the trace of a more robotic undertone, as if a robot's voice had intertwined with that of a human's to create quite an interesting fusion. "Greetings, Dain. I am Gyro Silverbolt, and I shall be accompanying you on your journey to Twilight Moon Academy as your instructor."
((Well, if memory serves right, you were on here before ^^;, so I think it'd be quite inappropriate to say "WELCOME TO TMA". So...uhhh...Welcome back! xDDD I'm Andrea, btw. Let me know if you have any questions, problems, etc. I'm always willing to lend a helping hand! =D))
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Post by dain on Nov 22, 2006 16:48:20 GMT -5
((As far as I know from that name, I do not believe you were on when I was here. But, I have no questions. I probably know more than you. XP Dain or Darius is fine, they're both my real names. Darius being my nickname. Nice to meet you, Andrea. Heheheh. ^^" By the way, you shouldn't use so many commas. It hurts your grammar.))
Dain looked up solemnly, he knew this man was a cyborg before he ever got here. Such was fitting, since the school knew and had his biography. A single drop of rain splattered like an icy cold needle onto his right eye, but he paid no heed to it, though, it had hurt like hell. He eyed the cyborg very thinly, then looked straight. THe cyborg had named himself Gyro Silverbolt, which wasn't a very original name, but it worked. Dain went with it as he stepped forward and offered a wet hand to shake.
"I've come a long way from home to be here, and I get rewarded by the rain. Today is a wonderful day, is it not?" Dain said sarcastically.
He turned and scrutinized the dock, broken boats lay every now and then.
"I can already infer I have another task ahead of me, building a boat. Or should we just go back the way you came?" Dain asked.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Nov 22, 2006 17:09:25 GMT -5
(( *sigh* I don't want to be your enemy, and trust me, you won't want the same, either. HOWEVER, I'm going to have to ask you (in the nicest way possible, mind you) to please not to condescend me. Although slightly younger than you are (apparently) I know my way around the English language well enough to know the proper use of a comma. X__x; And I just made a friendly offer to you by letting you know that I'm here to help you. Putting me in the "inferior light" by saying you know more than I do is, well, not what I would define as "gratitude". O.o; So, please, for all our sakes, lighten up a bit, no? I don't want to have to be a witch, so please don't turn me into one. Hope I didn't sound to harsh with this...))
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Nov 22, 2006 17:25:08 GMT -5
Gyro stared at Dain's hand unemotionally and then extended his own, grasping the boy's hand in a friendly manner. In monotone, he spoke, "I mind not the rain, as I find it rather pleasant. But then again, I suppose you are entitled you your opinion as I am mine."
He turned to stare out at the dreary site of the Ghost Shipyard. Full with the robot's indifference, he was unfazed by the site, and he added dully, "I got here by boat, and that is how we shall get to the Academy. Follow me, if you will."
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Post by dain on Nov 22, 2006 17:34:03 GMT -5
"Yes, sirrah." Dain conceded as he followed Gyro behind closely. The cyborg's body took care of the frontal wind of rain that came upon him, so there was an advantage of that. Especially since the android didn't care about the rain, but that was because it didn't get or bother HIS eyes.
THe rain dulled a bit, condescending to a small sprinkle of joy. Hard rain was nto fun, but a sprinkle was refreshing as well as tranquil. THe short, long parted drops of small sickles hit the dock now, giving the walk Dain had in the future for himself a good rhythm.
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Post by dain on Nov 22, 2006 17:36:42 GMT -5
((Hahahahahahah. I meant not to be condescending at all. It was simply constructive criticism, not meant to harm you. ^^ Please don't jump to conclusions, I hate it so much when people do that. Me saying I know more was simply meaning I would not need your help, and you don't have to help me, making your job a bit easier. Get it now? ^^))
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Nov 23, 2006 12:58:45 GMT -5
((*sigh* Fair enough, I s'pose. -__-; Anyhow, back to the RP...))
The boat was an odd sort of watercraft indeed, and it sat precariously upon the swirling, murky waters of the Ghost Shipyard. It consisted only of wood at first glance, but when one looked at it from a side-view angle, it could be seen that a multitude of gears, bolts, screws, and the like came together to form several metal-like paddles. Although slightly rusted, Gyro knew it was enough to carry the weight of both beings across the waters to the academy.
The cyborg climbed into the boat slowly -although a bit awkwardly- and sat down at one end to await his student to join him.
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Post by dain on Nov 26, 2006 19:18:52 GMT -5
((Hahahahahah. Hopes, dreams, shattered by bounding thoughts. ANd no, you might not understand that. Bwahahahahah. ^^ You used "-" instead of commas in the last sentence? >.> Heheheheheh. ^^" And trust me, if I didn't have those little smiley formations, I would sound quite disheartening. ^^))
Dain looked at the boat with scrutiny, and decided that if the near one ton cyborg stepped inside the boat and did not sink, what would another one-hundred and sixty pounds hurt?
Dain stepped inside the boat, being a little sailor when he was eight, he did not sway like most do. He had already attained his sea legs prior to this maiden voyage to Twilight Academy. He sat down and nodded to Gyro, then he looked at the conjoining bevel and worm gears as they fit and twined perfectly together as a joint oar. A rib joint hoisted on the side of a worm gear spun the oar to control steering and acceleration. THough this boat was rusted, an engineer of high caliber was used to construct it.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Nov 27, 2006 15:36:57 GMT -5
((Well, it's better than commas, isn't it?! X___x; Geez, what do you want from me, kid? >___<;...))
Suddenly, as if on some unspoken command, the boat shifted slightly, and its metal components began clicking and whirring simultaneously as they powered the oars into a monotonous motion. Stroke after silent stroke, the craft made its way into the eerie fog and out of the docks of the Ghost Shipyard.
After about 5 minutes into the water-bound journey, the cyborg fished around in his pocket briefly before pulling out a piece of weather-worn parchment with a few lines of what was supposed to be "hand-writing". The ink was smeared and the scrawl slightly illegible, but if it was one thing Gyro could do better than anyone else, it was reading his own penmanship. He cleared his throat and read off the parchment in an emotionless drawl. "Now, when we get to the academy, you will be assigned a schedule by which you must abide, and several classes on that schedule are mandatory. Master, Alchemy, Beastry, Magic, and Weaponry would be those classes. However, a choice of 5 electives is up to you. Out of these, you may choose either History, Life skills, Music, Potionry, Puppetmaster, Study Hall, or Samurai. What shall it be, young Master Dain?"
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Post by dain on Nov 27, 2006 19:33:20 GMT -5
Dain though carefully, and finally decided.
"I would be obliged to take History, Samurai, Life Skills, Music, and Potionry, master Gyro." Dain answered.
((KID?! KID?!?! Okay, I am NOT a kid. Kids have inhibited learning and have NOT learned the ambiguities of historical facts, trigonometry, and a senior grade in mythology. -pokes- So, kid, commas are for the right places, kay? Lol, I just twitch each time I see "-" around something from my veteran years at Neopets soo long ago. I killed thos that used "-". ^^ Also, before you jump to conclusions, I wasn't mad or angry or felt the need to yell at you, capitals are just my way of getting a point across. ^^ "!" are for attention. ^^))
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Nov 29, 2006 16:03:50 GMT -5
((*narrows eyes and pokes you in the side* Unless you're 18, pal, you're a freakin' kid, m'kay KID? X___x; Even still, you can /still/ be a kid. O.o; You're education has nothing to do with it, dearie. O__o; Oh, boy. Did I use hyphens in my posts?! =O *gasp* Oh, gawd. Sue me! ...-__-; And even so, "-"'s can be used in the stead of a comma. -__-; Not ALL the time, sure, but their functions are quite homogenous. o.O .....And by the way, I've spent some good years on Neopets, so trust me when I say that I'm not a n00b. xP))
"As you wish," said Gyro, scribbling down a few more things on the inky parchment with a pen he had retrieved from a pocket. He then capped the writing utensil and placed both the pen and parchment back into his trousers as he stared ahead of the boat. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the sound of clicking and shifting metal could be heard as the eye lens over his eye began changing, a small, blue lens being placed in front of the red one.
"We're nearly there," said the Cyborg as he stared at the vast barrenness of the waters in a nonchalant manner. "If you look carefully, you might be able to make out its outline among the horizon."
And sure enough, the tall, daunting silhouette of Twilight Moon Academy could be seen more lucidly than ever before as the duo approached its sandy shores. The building was monstrous- frightening, even. Consisting of many huge, stone slabs compiled together to form its gigantic figure, the academy included many gables, parapets, doors, passage ways, and stairs. Of course, there was the off chance that secret halls and corridors lie hidden in its mysterious depths, but it was unknown to most of the academy's inhabitants.
"We're here..." said Gyro as the boat came to a screeching halt at the shore, its paddles ceasing their simultaneous motions. “And this is where we must depart…for now, but before I forget…â€-he then retrieved a vibrant, orange-colored orb from his pants pocket and held it up for Dain- “…This is my gift to you.â€
***[Dain] received the [Orb of Meteora]***
The Orb of Meteora provides the bearer the ability to Summon Meteora herself- a powerful fire mage, also known as the Summon of Meteora. This orb will conjure up a powerful fire mage by the name of Meteora, and when summoned, she will create a rainstorm of molten balls of rock, ash, fire, and the like. This “Rain of Hell†will, however, only last for a total of 5 minutes, so be careful as to when you use this orb. The Orb of Meteora is especially effective in wooded areas, but it is rendered completely useless in aqueous regions. NOTE: At first, summoning will be tiring!!! Practice before battles to prevent damage to yourself, leading to the loss of the battle!
“Farewell for now, Dain. Until next we meet.†And with that, the cyborg bowed low, clambered back into the boat, and the infamous clicking and whirring of the gears could be heard as the boat began to recede into the distance.
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Post by dain on Nov 29, 2006 16:43:20 GMT -5
((“....>.>))
Dain nodded as he looked at the orb in a perplexed sort of way, then stuck it in his pocket.
"Thank you, Master Gyro." Dain said as he turned and was glorified by the sight of the grand Academy. The unseen circles in the back of his neck pulsed, he was excited, and needed to control that emotion. Even though there were people as strange as he was here, he wasn't special in the least outside the armor besides being a prodigy at mathematics. He at least knew he could be the only one here taught the ambiguities of Chaos mathematics.
He walked on up the campus and surveyed the area. The clouds had patterns he had never seen before, and the grass was greener than even the grass of Kentucky. This place was a haven for those like himself. He liked it here already. Now...he needed to find out if their was a mathematics-oriented place. He liked to fight as well.
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