Cyndon
Freshman
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If the Great aren't Strong, and the Strong are Great, then the Strong aren't Strong. - Michael Lynch
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Post by Cyndon on Aug 9, 2010 20:37:46 GMT -5
Cyndon had never seen this teacher around the school, but through some stories had heard about him. Zet he believed his name was. Though he wasn't going to be as presumptuous as to say the name aloud. He was certain that the man had no want of being addressed by his first name.
The new arrival on the other hand... Torq Cetec. He seemed to have a rather sharp look in his eyes as well. Cyndon felt stifled at the strange company he found himself to be in. He could tell that the two of them were at least rogues of some sort, possibly even assassins, and he was a magician. It seemed as if there were worlds between the two when it came to comparisons.
The bands on his neck and wrist seemed eerily cold, and he began to wonder to himself just what they represented.
"My teacher... oh... Mr. Gerro was it? Strange... I didn't think he would be the type to talk to someone like that man." He mused aloud before he realized just how rude he was being.
"Oh, how unbecoming of me. As we know each others' names now, I suppose it's not exactly necessary to have a 'formal' introduction." the fog around him seemed to creep inward slowly, his concentration on keeping the mist at bay being diminished slowly.
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Post by Torq Cetec on Aug 9, 2010 22:10:26 GMT -5
Torq looked at the bands that had now chained him to this boy. He was going to be weighed down by this dead weight; however, he did consider the possibility of using this Cyndon as a meat shield. Maybe he would be useful in that function. Torq pulled the string of the chains, creating a small twang and a flurry of vibrations. If the chain was put on by magical means, he did not want to take it off himself, in fear of any negative consequences.
The boy talked. Torq could tell that would be a common occurrence from this student. Just another reason why he would be insufferable. "Listen close, because I'm not saying it again. Don't weigh me down, because I will drag your corpse behind me if I have to. Don't talk to me, because I don't want to talk to you. Now I'm going to find my room to sleep. We're taking three hour shifts for watch. Don't wake me up except if its an emergency." Torq tugged on his chain enough to give Cyndon an incentive to follow him toward the castle hidden in the mist. He was eager to get some rest, even with this fool attached to him. "Walk," he commanded, as if dealing with an animal.
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Cyndon
Freshman
[M:0]
If the Great aren't Strong, and the Strong are Great, then the Strong aren't Strong. - Michael Lynch
Posts: 253
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Post by Cyndon on Aug 9, 2010 22:23:20 GMT -5
Cyndon bristled at the poor treatment and growled under his breath.
"You may be an assassin, but remember who's been studying here longer. You might just be surprised by how useful a person like me can be. There has to be some reason they tied us to each other... other than seeing if we'll tear each other limb from limb." His eyes shone from under the hood of his robes, one white, the other black. With the pressure of being pulled by the chains he began to walk to keep up with the other boy, despite his want to go somewhere far away from him.
"The dorms're this way." He simply stated as he took the lead, heading towards one of the many towers of the castle.
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Post by Torq Cetec on Aug 9, 2010 22:44:43 GMT -5
Assassin? An assassin was one only skilled in the art of killing. He was Ces: ultimately superior and infinitely more skilled than any low-rate assassin. Beside, killing was messy. More often than not, there was always some unseen evidence that one did not see, and thus one's ability to move about undetected and covert was reduced considerably.
He knew why this teacher was tying him to this student. It was nothing more than attempting to "correct" some supposed "flaw" in Torq's persona. Independence was not something that needed to be corrected, and understanding and compassion for no other reason than for friendliness were both useless in themselves.
Torq kept up with the boy, matching him pace for pace with eerily precise mimicry. They reached the door to the dormitory tower. It was the size of a normal door, shrouded in the disguise of a larger, antiquated door. The knob seemed to be polished coal, kept in perfection even with the inhospitable mist around them. He grabbed the door with his right hand well aware of it pulling on Cyndon. Even from beneath his gloves, Torq could tell that the knob was cool to touch--pleasantly so. He opened the door, walked in, and headed to the dorms with Cyndon in tow.
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