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Post by Allison on Dec 27, 2006 12:42:29 GMT -5
She quietly walked to the dock feeling a weird feeling. To her it was a bit scary, but it didn't show. She sat down waiting for a teacher to arrive. 'Soon hopefully' she thought as she fiddled with a loose string on her jacket. Allison glanced around again, feeling a chill, but of course, controlling the element herself, chills and such didn't matter. The thought of ghosts made her skeptical. She had never been in a place like that before. Well she has, but only in a dream, more like a nightmare. The place was real silent, she crossed her arms squinting and hoping to see someone through the fog. Allison knew nothing bad would happen to her at the Ghost Shipyard. At least she hoped. Even though it looked scary, doesn't mean it was a bad place.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 27, 2006 12:48:27 GMT -5
(Woah!! Ack!! *falls on floor* I probably seem like some annoying idiot right now but in the time you were not here Bahaumaunt has created a new registrastion form. You need to change your current one to match the new one. Sorry for the inconvenience.)
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Post by Allison on Dec 27, 2006 12:52:09 GMT -5
(Ok.)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 27, 2006 13:33:55 GMT -5
A broad shouldered being rose from the wooden planks before Allison, he was covered in plate armor all except for his head which had defined features including his elongated elven ears. His hair was silver hued and was scraggily cut at so it reached to his ears. His glowing green eyes looked doubtfully at his new student, "My name is Eskert Donovan, Are you Allison?" He asked. His voice was crisp and clear despite the noises of the creaking wood, water, and voices of everyone else in the shipyard.
His plate armor was like silver which made his tan skin seem that much darker, at his waist was a sword that was slipped inside a leather sheath, the hilt was designed intricately with swirls and vortexes of gold and various other metals. A single opalescent stone shimmered lavendar on the pommel of the weapon, this weapon was called Cradlesworn.
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Post by Allison on Dec 27, 2006 13:41:21 GMT -5
Allison jumped a little at seeing another person there. It had been quiet around her for so long that it had made her jumpy. She cleared her throat."Yes I'm Allison"she said and nodded. Right away she knew he was probably her teacher. He definitely looked the part and there was a certain tone of his voice, the tone of a person who had years of experience and who knew alot of wise things. Usually she never judged a book by a cover, but she had a feeling he was the tough type of a teacher.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 27, 2006 13:48:41 GMT -5
"Well come on then, we're already late to the school." He gave a quick nod as he spoke which showed that he was indeed thinking something through in his mind that probably had nothing to do with the current moment in time. "Will you need help getting to Twilight Moon Academy or do you have your own means of transportation?" He asked Allison. To be perfectly honest Eskert didn't look quite old enough to be a teacher, probably in his early twenties if it wasn't for the fact that he was an elf and his age couldn't be read from simple appearances.
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Post by Allison on Dec 27, 2006 13:53:34 GMT -5
"I-I think I'll need help getting there"she said having no idea what her own mode of transportation would be. She didn't have some magical creature to fly her there or anything. In a way she was intimidated by her teacher, though she would never show it. If she had then it would be a sign of weakness, and she never liked to be told that she couldn't do something because she wasn't strong enough.Emotionally or physically.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 27, 2006 14:03:44 GMT -5
Eskert nodded, "I'll rent a ship then, it's no big deal really." He turned towards the long rows of boats and motioned for Allison to follow with his hand. "Also we're supposed to come up with a schedual for you, your first classes are Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, Master, and then a break period in that order, you have to choose your next classes. For seventh period you have to choose from Music, Potionry, or History." He was going to await an answer before moving on to the next group of classes.
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Post by Allison on Dec 27, 2006 14:09:53 GMT -5
She followed and listened closely'Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, Master' she repeated in her head and nodded. Allison stared at the ground not knowing what to chose. Those three choices were really good ones. Music, she didn't really want to take seeing as she already knew how to play the piano. History would be very helpful, but potionary was something she was interested in."Potionary"she said finally.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 27, 2006 14:16:18 GMT -5
Eskert had a peice of paper in his hand that seemed to appear from nowhere, as well as a pen. He wrote down the classes and then added potionry at the bottom of the list, "Eigth period is a choice of Flare, which is dark magic- mostly offensive. Holy, defensive light magic of course, the final choice is Summoning." He felt that summoning was pretty much self explanatory so he didn't bother explaining it.
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Post by Allison on Dec 27, 2006 14:24:17 GMT -5
She thought for awhile. All the choices and what advantages they had for her."I chose Holy"she said with a quick simple nod. The classes seemed very interesting and she was eager to learn about them. Who knew what that school year would bring for her. Allison had a feeling everything she'd learn that year would make her stronger and help her control her fire, possibly make her stronger with her other elements.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 27, 2006 14:41:39 GMT -5
"Okay then..." Eskert muttered as he wrote down 'Holy' on the paper, " For Ninth Period you have Dragoon- basically things like dragon riding and stuff of that sort, or you could choose Thievery, pretty much self explanatory. Or you could have a Samurai class, which I'm not too sure what it is." He looked over towards one ship at the end of his sentance and turned his direction towards it, the wood was dark chestnut colored with blue sails.
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Post by Allison on Dec 27, 2006 14:44:33 GMT -5
"I would like to learn some sort of fighting art"she sighed" I'll take Samurai". Allison had done some readings about it, and how they kill themselves at one point. She shuddered at the thought hoping she would never have to do that.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 27, 2006 14:52:46 GMT -5
"Last but not least you have tenth period to choose, Puppetmaster, or Survival?" He asked as he began boarding the ship.
An impish being walked up to him, "Seven hundred SP to get to TMA." it croaked out as it rubbed it's grubby, gnarled hands.
"Here you go." he tossed the being seven hundred SP nonchalantly, of course it was outrageously overpriced but this was one of the few ships that he didn't have to worry about the structural integrity of the hull or any other problems about the ship- or crew. "We should be at the school in the matter of minutes. Here's your schedual." He handed a slip of paper to Allison with her classes written on them in order.
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Post by Allison on Dec 27, 2006 14:57:26 GMT -5
"Survival"she said quickly. She wasn't much into puppets. She liked to watch, but not to actually have to be a puppeteer. Allison took the schedual"Thank you"she said and smiled slightly. She observed her schedual and looked around at the other people at the Ghost Shipyard.
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