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Post by baha on Dec 1, 2006 23:55:49 GMT -5
Elliot stepped onto the foot of the mountain, scanning the area for something to battle. Held securely in his hand was Shadow Flare, flickering with fire and darkness. He blinked once, then whistled to himself, though mentally alert. Flicking out Shadow Flare, Elliot began practicing tricky maneuvers with it, involving flips and spins, and aerial attacks. The wolf sent on him seemed to be warding off most beasts, so it was an excellent area for him to practice in.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 3, 2006 20:54:18 GMT -5
Darishan arrived under the shadow of the mountain. He was using his staff as a walking stick, and then saw Elliot there. It was odd how often there paths crossed. "Hello Elliot."
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Post by baha on Dec 3, 2006 20:58:40 GMT -5
Elliot raised an eye, Shadow Flare midiar. Lowering his sword-whip, he faced his roommate and fellow student, "Hey Darri, here to train? Nothing's been attacking yet..." A loud screech echoed around them as Elliot's Raggiana flew down low, landing on the boy's shoulder, Apologies for the delay, Elliot. I took the scenic route here to familiarize myself with this new land. Elliot nodded, stroking his Raggiana's soft feathers, responding, It's alright. You know, I haven't named you yet... Anything in particular you want? The Raggiana looked away, deep in thought, No, I think it'd be better if my name came from your mind. Elliot was silent, though appreciative of his companion's offer, I name you Várk, after the first Pheonix Várk flapped his wings proudly, A name I'll carry with honor. Elliot smiled, and turned to Darishan, "Darishan, meet Várk, my Raggiana."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 5, 2006 20:51:57 GMT -5
"A pleasure to meet you, Várk," Darishen said, though he couldn't really put the proper pleasure into the greeting. Pleasure wasn't really Darishan's thing. "If nothing is attacking here, we could probably go up a bit higher," he suggested. He wasn't even aware of the 'we' in his sentence. Unconsciously Darishan was opening up more to projects involving teammates.
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Post by baha on Dec 9, 2006 20:14:01 GMT -5
Elliot began climbing the mountain, agreeing by mutual consent. Várk flew off his shoulder and over to Darishan. Though he could not speak telepathically to the boy, he managed to convey his greetings through the form of a brief breeze of wind he had created with a few flaps of his firey-red wings. Turning back, he seated himself on Elliot's shoulder, a lookout for any oncoming attacks, while at the same time speaking to his partner, He reeks of the dead, but not of death.. Elliot shrugged, Well, he's a necromancer, that's only to be expected. He might be quiet, but he's the only one here so far I've seen that is actually sane. Not to mention he's my roommate. You better get used to him. Várk flapped his wings, digging his claws into Elliot's shoulder, not hard enough to puncture through, but sharply enough to recieve a glare, Are you in a position to say that? and spoke no more, no matter how hard Elliot tried to get him to respond. Annoyed, Elliot climbed up the mountain faster, unsure of his companion's words. He sat himself down on a sturdy rock and looked down at Darishan, "Well, Várk's been making sense for once- don't bite me, jeez- yeah, we're roommates and all, and you're the closest thing to a friend I have here. I'd like to get to know you a little bit more."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 9, 2006 20:48:20 GMT -5
Darishan also started climbing, using his staff as an improvised walking stick. He looked at Elliot inquiringly at the statement, though, as it was a rather broad subject. Elliot- or rather his bird- did have a point though. It wouldn't hurt either of them to know more about each other. "What would you like to know?" he asked, trying to pinpoint Elliot's curiosity.
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Post by baha on Dec 9, 2006 23:30:08 GMT -5
Elliot shrugged, "Well, when I first joined Lykaios when I was younger, we did this to get to know each other better, and quicker. You ask one quesiton, I answer, then ask you one. It worked pretty well. I guess I'll-" Várk flapped his wings, silencing Elliot, I'd like to ask a few questions as well, I'll use you as my voice, Elliot. Elliot nodded, "Works. Várk'll contribute a few questions. You want to start?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 9, 2006 23:49:47 GMT -5
Darishan nodded and put his mind to the first question. "Why did you decide to become a fushionist?" he asked. The cloud-swollen sky seemed to move slowly above them.
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Post by baha on Dec 10, 2006 0:20:15 GMT -5
Elliot shook his head, "In my village, we were put through a series of trials until it was obvious what our skills and lacks are. I had high compatibility with animals, even before I became a werewolf. I also had a stronger offense than defense... So my choices were pretty much fusionist and berserker.... Our village Guardian had been a Fusionist before he... Well, I had always wanted to be like him in hope of one day being able to rightfully protect my home." Elliot nodded, then spoke, "And why did you become a Necromancer?" Várk nodded in agreement.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 10, 2006 0:23:24 GMT -5
"It was a family occupation," he replied. "My father and grandfather were as well. After they died, I just continued to train in it," he said shortly, though oddly enough not showing any signs of discomfort at the subject. He had probably just adjusted to the fact, but then again, any emotion at all was rare for Darishan. "Vark, you seem a bit too intelligent for something they'd just sell. Why are you with Elliot?" Darishan asked.
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Post by baha on Dec 10, 2006 12:42:37 GMT -5
Várk eyed Darishan silently for a few silent moments, then spoke through Elliot, I was not always like this, though I have always been slightly above the normal intelligence level for my species, the raggiana. I was born in the wilderness, but as a young chick my parents were hunted for their feathers, and my kin and I were all taken back to this school to be raised in that cage of a shop. When Elliot purchased me, he asked for telepathy between us. The spell was taken literally, and our minds were fused as nearly one. I cannot leave him as much as I could rip my own wings off, for he is just as much me, as I am him. Elliot sat wordlessly, his companion had indeed spoken true words, he felt closer to this bird than he had with anyone- he was like a brother. Várk finished once more through his partner, Do you not have any companions?
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 10, 2006 20:38:23 GMT -5
"Companions?" Darishan repeated, finding the idea almost humorous in its odd absurdity, and yet he couldn't really pinpoint why he felt it was absurd. "No, not really. A few pets maybe, but I don't consider them companions..." he answered. "At this school we are all at least a little connected by the fact that normal people would shun us for our abilities, so it almost feels like we are all friends. The war only strengthened that feeling of unity as we fought together. I think though, in the end, what happens at this school will stay here." Darishan looked at the gravel on the ground. "I don't think it will last..." He paused, lost in thought, before saying, "Where will you be after you graduate?" He seemed to have added on the question to cover his awkwardly honest opinion said before.
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Post by baha on Dec 10, 2006 21:20:39 GMT -5
Elliot looked past the side of the mountain, looking at other distant hills and such. He took in the environment slowly yet pleasantly, watching deer search for food with her stag guarding close by, groups of small dragons dancing around what seemed to be a troll, and a group of small little people running from each other- perhaps they were little sprites playing tag. He shook his head, a smile playing upon his face, then winced as Várk nipped his ear, It is considered rude to wait so long before responding. Elliot's face turned a light red, then spoke, "I apologize for the wait, my mind was not with me. When we graduate... I honestly do not know at all, I have no ideas." He looked towards the sea, then spoke softly, just barely enough for Darishan to hear, "But that's a lie... I want to go back to my village to become the Guardian..."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Dec 10, 2006 21:30:21 GMT -5
Darishan was lost in his own thoughts, and didn't even notice the wait. Following Elliot's eyes to the dancing creatures and then meeting them again as he spoke, Darishan shrugged it off. "You forgot to ask a question, but if I may... What is your village Guardian? A caretaker?"
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Post by baha on Dec 15, 2006 20:12:27 GMT -5
Elliot smilled, his eyes closed as his memories fell back to him. The previous guardian had been his godfather, Tareth, the Paladin. He always saved the village, and was loved by al due to his cheerful and calm nature. Elliot spoke, "The Guardian is the same as its namesake- it is the main protector of our village, the Hero. He or she is the most powerful child of every two generations, picked when the majority of them are at the age of 25. They thus remained there until the age of 50. It is of the highest honor to be the village guardian, higher than the leader. He is respected so." He smiled once more, "And respect as a werewolf was not something I saw often as a child. What about where you lived? Was there anything of the sort?"
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