[ Avoiding ] Oscuro [ Moonlight]

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Rays of luminous moonbeams cascaded through the silvers of clouds and made the whole atmosphere shimmer under the magnificent light. Dodging the spectacle of dancing light was a dark shady figure gliding through the shipyards, the chilled night air hit his face and he winced slightly before the glimmers of nighttime water caught his own ambered pools. A fair layer of dusty fog lingered over the dazzling ebon water, but in the places where the moonlight penetrated the fog, one could see crystalline shimmers of aquamarine purity.
Oscuro found the view rather soothing and he found himself lulling back on a dilapidated oak and relaxing. Escaping mist twirled round his ankles, covering the floor and almost urging him to amble forward, being a curios boy, he found himself walking along, only to trip on an upturned branch, the mist had tricked him.
'Crap', he muttered in deep husky monotones, his usual sinister vocals. His hands lay in the dirt of the floor and he tutted irritably before picking himself up and inspecting his intricately raven painted nails, he rolled his deep burning eyes as he found a thick layer of mud coating them. After a quick clean and dust off, he was back to his diabolic self, standing by the water-side, with a demonic look cast upon his features.
'Where is this damned boat?' he expressed to himself as he gazed out past the fog of the water, in a feeble attempt to see any sign of this damned boat. As boredom began to overtake him, he bit his soft lips and dwindled his fingers around his thumbs whilst kicking up dirt with his converse trainers.
To his surprise, his foot stopped in mid-kick as it hit a hard substance, Oscuro gazed down only to see the corner of something lying under the mud. Immediately, he bend down and began to scrap at the dirt, until the object was revealed. Never in his life had he seen something so peculiar and he examined the object with a confused look falling over his face. The most distinct thing about this object was that it was circle, but had corners, I'm sure that isn't logical..., Oscuro's thoughts told him, but them he realized, logic was not something that should enter his mind anymore because now, he was in the world of magic.
Upon hearing what seemed like moving water, he shoved the object into his pocket and looked upon the azure waters.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

A figure walked through the water which only seemed to go to his ankles though if anyone else jumped in then they would see that it was far from true. He was singing some song and the words were only able to be understood when he was halfway through the song so apparently he had been singing for some time, the song had the light hearted tune of some old Irish folk song or something of the sort, "Out of the blackness and into the dawn, Blink in the light as nighttime is gone. Out of the blackness of awe filled despair, We look for a sign that somebody's there. But no one knows ou-" he stopped mid word and smiled, "Well then, you must be Oscuro." the song ended abruptly. He was dressed in what appeared to be peasant's apparel: a simple cotton shirt, homespun breeches, sturdy leather riding boots. He was also unnaturally tall and thin though not unnatractively so- his form like the sound of the flute itself, delicate and mezmerizing, as well as powerful in it's own crisp way. His dark brown hair fluttered in the breeze and his amber eyes watched the student, he wore a belt which heald a silver flute and that was the only item he seemed to have with him- no sword, no dagger, no nothing, just that stupid little flute.

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In the distance, Oscuro spotted a tall figure advancing rapidly towards him, he took a step back and prepared to attack this unknown creature, however, in his stance, he heard strange singing and decided that this 'creature' couldn't be that threatening after all. Upon later inspection, Oscuro realized that this was indeed a person, whom looked rather like a peasant, Oscuro's eyebrows creased in disgust, this person seemed so jolly. Being a creature of darkness himself, Oscuro detested any sign of happiness or brightness, and he flinched as pleasent inquiring vocals escaped the mysterious man's throat,
'Yes, and who...', Oscuro paused as he looked the man up and down, '...might you be?', he inquired in curios monotones whilst drawing a deep breath in and waiting for some intolerable speech from the strange man. Oscuro's shoulders sagged in an unimpressed way and he found himself biting his lip, a new habit that seemed to invade him as soon as he saw new people and didn't quite know what to say. After a long silence, he was enlightened and asked a question in interested vocals,
'How did you know my name?', he expressed as he wondered why that thought hadn't come to him before, usually, upon meeting a new person, a flood of question entered his mind concerning who they were and such like.
The shady boy peered through his raven locks that he let fall infront of his ambered eyes before remembered the odd object he had discovered earlier, his hand was still planted firmly in his pocket and he rubbed the object with his fingers, enjoying the simple complexity of it. The thought of asking what the object was did cross his mind, but he had decided to inspect it on his own, then he finally got to his dorm.
A cold breeze danced round the both of them and Oscuro realized that he had a whirl of spiraling mist hovered where his breath was, the atmosphere around them was really beginning to get harshly cold. A slight shiver flew up his spine and he tutted irritably, another habit that seemed to invade him these days, since he left his homelands and Silent, he was becoming a much more malicious person but didn't seem to realize it.
'Do you have any idea how i can cross this darned lake and get to the school, its freezing out here', he exclaimed in demanding but hushed tones, he spoke rapidly but wasn't really focused on what he was saying, his mind was away, reminiscing his old life...

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Okay then, one- I'm Peter Gringras, your master teacher at Twilight Moon Academy and I'll be in charge of helping you master your special abilities, second, most master teachers know thier student's names before meeting them, lastly- how we get to the school depends on you. Do you have any means of transportation which suit you for travel without assistance or do you wish for a boat?" The flute at his side glimmered as if with magic and he jumped up onto the wooden planks from the water, his boots made a 'thunk' noise on the dock and the water at his heels dripped not like normal water but it was viscous and filled with souls. 'Heh, he reminds me of Under the Hill...' he thought, reffering to a song. Gringras was known for more than just his name and had earned many a title over the years, he'd become renowned mostly in a town called Hamelin but that was completely besides the point.

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The silvery clouds parted to let rays of moonlight fall through, Oscuro suddenly found himself in full view of the moon and he moved rapidly, back into the dingy shadows. Once back into his prefered atomosphere he gazed at his master teacher, a look of disapproval fell over his face and he was cleary not impressed. Before taking a deep drawn breath, he found himself fiddling with his necklace as it burned into the crook of his neck, once the burning sensation had ceased he took his breath and stared at the teacher, letting his ambered pools study him.
'You are my master teacher? Oh great...' he expressed with his voice dripping with sarcasm, he wasn't in the mood to be friendly, he never was these days, the complicated ways of his past seemed to haunt him constantly and take any wish of contentness away from him. Although he had a melonchic past, he never felt sorry for himself, nor did he seek attention, he prefered to stay in the shadows, out of the glance of people's disapproving eyes and away from any possible social behaviour.
To avoid friendly conversations now, Oscuro contemplated how he was going to cross the dazzling aray of mister water, because of his great age, he knew quite a few types of magic already but he didn't wish to give away his powers, so he shrugged his shoulders plainly and spoke,
'Boat.', the one simple word implied that he expected Peter to supply the boat to cross, and he waited coolly letting his tossled revan locks sway in the picking breeze. Oscuro cast a thought to the 'knowing of his name' before meeting him, many explanations past his mind, such as telekenisis and such like, he was definitly not comfortable with someone knowing his name, a rush of anxiety fell over him as he wondered one vital thing; if this mysterious teacher knew his name, what else did he know?
'You don't know anything else about me, do you?', he found himself asking in curious but monotonous vocals, just to be sure.

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[Señor Sunday Friday]

Peter began walking towards a large boat which looked more dead than anything else, "I only know what the school lets me know." it wasn't the best answer in the world since it didn't reveal the extent of his knowledge, since it was impossible to know exactly how much the school would tell a teacher though it could be imagined to be quite a bit. The side of the boat read 'Stormsurge' which would be imagined to be the name of the boat, the wood that made it's form was a ghostly light gray color- almost silver and the sails were tattered and looked as if they were made from cobwebs. Peter reached for the flute and played a tune, his fingers dashing accross the instrument and the boat seemed to react. He lowered the instrument from his lips, "Come on, Twilight Moon Academy awaits." He waved towards his student to get on the boat.

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As Oscuro ambled toward the delipadated boat, the wood of the dock groaned underneath his footsteps and creaked uneasily as the wind weaved through it. After hearing his master teacher's words, his lip curled and he almost spat his reply out, he clearly resented the answer he had been given,
'You didn't answer my question...', he mumbled in harsh husky monotones, not really focussing on what he was saying because he found his ambered pools staring at the blessing of the boat, Stormsurge, for several minutes, Oscuro repeated the name in his head, it gave him chills for some reason and it reminded him of something quite peculiar that he had experienced once before. Although the name of the boat ran circles in his mind, he tired not to take too much notice of it and found himself glaring at the boat before stepping into it.
Unluckily, he misjudged his step and found himself colliding head-first into the murky azure waters. A sudden rush of adrenilin ran through him as his body was thrust deeper into the depths, for some reason, he felt an uncontrolable urge to swim to the bottom of the lake. Without thinking, he dived further down and caught a glimpse of something sparkling, hiden in the dirt, once he had reached it, he pulled it up, only to find it was a peice of useless pondweed. As Oscuro's breath began to shorten, he found himself struggling to get back up to the surfice, he could feel his lungs tightening and his body shaking violently from the freezing temperatures.
Finaly, after what seemed a lifetime, his hand plunged out of the waters, shortly followed by his head and a series of sluttering coughs. Oscuro siezed the corner of the boat and attempted to pull himself up but failed and slipped down once more, however, on a second attempt, he hauled himself up without hastle. Gushes of water fell from his clothes and his raven locks stuck to his face, after spitting out great pools of water, he found himself talking to his teacher in shifty tones,
'That did not just happen.' he expressed in completly unimpressed tones as he tried to ring out his dripping clothes and sodden shoes.
'Ok, now i am actually freezing, i'm getting out of this place.', Oscuro was growing tierd of waiting to get to the school so he seized the old wodden oars himself and began to row across the lake towards what looked like a haunted house, it must be the school.
Oscuro found himself taking deep disturbed breaths as he overcame the shock of what had just happened, suddenly he realized something, when he was underwater, when he had the sudden urge to plunge to the bottem, he didn't seem to have any trouble with breath until attempted to come back to the surface. Perhaps their was something that wanted him to go down there, he made immediate plans to go back, and investigate what had been summoning him...

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Peter gave a slight chuckle, "Well if that's not one of the most origional entrances I've ever seen, and by the way, that's not the school- I actually have no clue what that is actually. That's the school." He pointed to a looming stone tower that could be barely seen through the fog which would lead one to believe there was more beneath, perhaps a large fortress like a castle or something of the sort. "Don't try going back down there either, you're lucky nothing got to you." he said as he motioned towards the water which seemed to churn where Oscuro had just been.

"Also we need to work on your class schedule.
For the first 6 periods of the day, everyone will have the same schedual:
1: Magic
2: Weaponry
3: Alchemy
4: Beastry
5: Master
6: BREAK

Then comes the optional classes.

For period 7 classes, you can have ONE of the three:
Music, History, Potionry

For period 8 classes, you'll choose ONE of the three:
Holy, Flare, Summoning

For period 9 classes, students there's the choice of ONE of the three:
Dragoon, Samurai, Theivery

For period 10 classes, you can choose ONE of the two:
Puppetmaster, Survival.

Any questions?" He looked towards his student as the boat seemed to go against the force of the oars and make headway for the school.

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Eyes that burnt like glowing embers glazed over as they seemed enchanted by the lake's perplexing surface. The way the silklike periphery parted smoothly to allow them past with the only protest of minute ripples and errors was able to mystify any living soul that had the bad luck to prowl the daunting lands was truely mystifying. Rays of sterling light that spilled elegantly from the magjestic una that kept her wary gaze only seemed disturbed in the slightest from minuscule interruptions that the boat gave.
Oscuro thought about his choice of classes, he contemplated carefully which classes he was going to take and spoke to his master teacher in menacing husky monotones,
'Music, Flare, Theivery, Puppermaster...', he enjoyed the idea of Flare and let the subject fall of his tongue in a malicous way, dark magic suited him perfectly and he looked forward to slipping back to his anciant ways and evoking torment and turmiol upon innocent souls that provoked him in any way possible, phsyically or mentally.
A small diabolic smirk fell over his cursed lips and he spoke in impatient and aragont vocals,
'Right, i have my lessons, can we get there already?', Oscuro hated waiting for anything and anyone, it's one thing he simply wouldn't tolerate.
All of a sudden, a strange sensation passed through him, the oars seemed to be rebeling against his strength and taking him towards another building, he could make out the ebon silhouette of the school and let go of the deliapidated wooden oars to let them take the burden of rowing.

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[Señor Sunday Friday]

"One more thing." He chimed as he reached into his pocket and he withdrew an object that was so crystal clear it was almost impossible to see, "You get an orb." He said with a nod as he tossed it to the student. "This one is called the Moonlight Orb, allows you to summon a Lunar Steed in battle." He said with a nod.

*Oscuro has recieved the Moonlight Orb*
The Moonlight Orb allows one to summon a Lunar Steed who's color and strengths as well as weaknesses depend on the moon phases. A full moon will produce a highly offencive silver stallion while as the moon wanes so does it's powers which convert to more defence and it's color changes to midnight black. Starshine glitters accross it's hooves and the freezing night air is carried in it's breath, it's hoofprints made of frost. A Lunar Steed is a mixed elemental creature of both light and darkness- exceedingly powerful indeed as far as summons go.

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Ooc: Is this thread finished then?

[Señor Sunday Friday]

(Sure, go ahead and RP elsewhere)

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Ooc: Woop, XD, great roleplaying with you XD