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[Sergey]

"Is z'is z'e place? Not impressive, no." Sergey looked over the rim of his alcohol filled canteen. The shipyard was nothing like the rolling green hills and fish filled lakes back home. It wasn't bad. But it was bright, and sorta cold.
Nevertheless, Sergey found a spot on the dock to lay down on. He shed his boots so he could put his feet in the water, and leaned back to stare at the sky. Chugging some more drink he'd found in one of his pockets.
"I hope I may find more drink, stock's run low." A wide grin crossed the foreign man's face, of course they where running low! He drank nearly his body weight a day! That's more than he could carry, for sure.
Oh well, he'd enjoy the sun. But those ships where so alluring...

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

Out of the hazy mist that blanketed the docks came the jingle of bells, ringing softly the the beat of footsteps. A bizarre young man, appearing only sixteen years of age, abruptly breaking through the fog. His whole appearance was eccentric to say the least: lime green locks of hair that naturally curled about his head, pale white skin, cherry red eyes that sparkled with mischief. Almost to match his clothes were loose and flowing, a long-sleeved green tunic and baggy dark red pants, and all about him were small jingle bells, the kind you would see around the holidays, tied with ribbon. When he caught sight of Sergey, his face fell into an expression of intense disappointment.

"Aw man, it looks like I got a boy," he sighed. "My last student was so pretty, too." Shrugging, he bowed to Sergey with a smile. "Hello there, my name's Gerro, the only teacher in this school that isn't emotionally disturbed. Are you ready for the grandiose wonders of Twilight Moon Academy?"

[Sergey]

"Ah!" Sergey sat up, staring the new arrival down, "You suprise me. My name is Sergey. I 'pologise. But I cannot speak your name. Tis difficult. Perhaps I may call you....Glocke?"
He stood and swayed slightly. But was quick to regain his balance, "Would you like drink? Ah, no, too young. Fumes are good though?" A bigger smile worked its way onto Sergey's red cheeks as he waved the bottle out in front of him, "Now where do we go? I hear there is school nearby. You must be teacher. Or not, seeing as you're just child."
If there was any time to be random now was not it. Sergey couldn't help it though. New people made him jittery, "Uh, Twilight Moon. Yes, may we go now?"
Straightening his eye patch, Sergey looked over the water to a nearby ship. He wondered if "Glocke" knew anything about them, "Why did z'ey sink?" He faced Glocke again, "And v'y do I hear voices from z'em?"

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

Being a good sport, Gerro shrugged, smirking. "Eh, I've been called worse, and I guess it's close enough. I'm a lot older than I look, but I'll decline on the offer. Alcohol goes straight to my head, even a sip or two," he said mournfully. "And as for the boats, well, they've been sunk here for as long as anyone can remember, and if you hear voices, that's a little odd," he said, laughing. "But I've had worse; you can't go wrong with a student that knows how to have fun." Gerro's eyes sparkled with that playful glint. "Anyway, sure, let's go. So, do you prefer flying, walking, or swimming?"

[Sergey]

"Um, walking is good. Flying and swimming may not be best. I get sick very easily." Sergey shook his head, "Oh eh, by z'e way, 'Glocke' means 'bell.' I very much like the shiney bells you are v'earing."
"Z'en again, you look like z'eh Christmas elf." He laughed an obnoxiously hearty laugh. Sergey stepped forward and laid his arm across Gerro's shoulders, "Perhaps we are to become good friends I hope. Maybe I teach you to drink without getting alcohol poisoning? In return I get good education from excellent teacher."
Another voice. Sergey was starting to get suspicious of the ships. They where bothering him. He tried to ignore them, but they kept butting in on his thoughts. This was usually a bad sign, "Um, let us go. I haven't had enough to drink. Smells like fish here, anyways."
Sergey started off(Most likely in the wrong direction) before turning back, "Are you coming?"

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

Gerro waved his hand, motioning Sergey back. "A Christmas Elf? Reminds me of high school," he said, flicking one of his bells with his finger. An oddly low pitched ring came out of it, which produced a wave of dizziness to a nearby otter. The otter tumbled over and chattered at him angrily, and Gerro shrugged innocently at it. "Well, the school's across the lake, so if we're walking, come on." Gerro jumped off the dock and landed on top of the water delicately, producing small ripples where he touched. "If you can't swim don't worry, the music I just made with my bell was a short spell, so rejoice, you can walk on water. We should probably make it to the other shore by the time it wears off."

The teacher started to stroll across the dark ripples of the lake, humming a cheerful tune and waiting for his student to catch up.

[Sergey]

"Excellent trick," Sergey moved back and jumped onto the water. Swaying as he stared at the liquid with uncertainty, "V'ork for long v'hile, yes? I hope not to fall in."
He watched a fish swim by before running to catch up with Gerro. Sergey had certainly gained interest in him, and hoped maybe to see some more of those neat bell tricks.
He chugged some more drink from the rather large bottle and before long it was empty. When he was satisfied and every last drop was consumed he tucked the bottle away, "I save z'e rest for later. Special drink, like japanese is good for games."
"So, business. V'at now? Z'e school is nearby, I hope. There anything Sergey should know about it? Perhaps, rule?" Sergey smiled, he was never very good at obeying rules. Knowing he was breaking them was something he enjoyed greatly.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"Well, we'll need your schedule sorted out. First few are simple, every kid has them: Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, and Master. As for the others, you get to choose a bit. So play a word game with me. I'll read you a group of subjects, and you tell me which one you'll pick.

"First choose from: Music, History, and Potionry.

"Then: Holy, Flare, and Summoning.

"Dragoon, Samurai, and Theivery.

"And finally: Puppetmaster or Survival."

Gerro smiled broadly as he walked. "Don't worry about offending me. I don't teach any of them. And as for rules, common sense. Don't lick, murder, or mutate the other students. Don't destroy very large amounts of inanimate objects. Don't get caught with anything you think might get you in trouble," he added, nodding at the alcohol impishly. "You'll be fine."

[Sergey]

"Music, of course. Z'is, "Flare" sounds very interesting. Z'eivery. Survival is very easy, maybe z'e puppetmaster instead." Sergey laughed slightly at the rules. No licking? That was too bad...
Sergey shuffled forward akwardly, but held himself high, shoulders back. Unlike Gerro, who had a far more graceful stride. Well, compared to Sergey's.
"Is z'at it?" Sergey asked with a broad smile, trying his best to keep from toppling over.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

(Horribly sorry for the delay. Please forgive me. *bows*)

The school was just ahead, many constellations of welcoming windows and arched balcony doorways, rough stone and smooth stone, all kinds of woods, and towers and wings all about. Gerro hopped off of the surface of the water and onto the rocky, grassy shore.

"Alright," he said, taking out a piece of paper. "Here's your schedule, and here's something from me. I kind of lost the original present, but you can have one of these." Gerro untied one of the bells from his wrist and gave it to Sergey. "Close enough I guess."

***Sergey has received Schedule***

1: Magic
2: Weaponry
3: Alchemy
4: Beastry
5: Master
6: BREAK
7: Music
8: Flare
9: Theivery
10: Puppetmaster

***Sergey has received Silver Bell***

While usually producing a pleasant ringing sound, when deliberately flicked it magically enhances that sound, sometimes strong enough to rupture the enemy's eardrum, but make them dizzy at least. With practice the Silver Bell can be magic assistance in most spells and can have other properties.