Jatza's Beginning

[Señor Sunday Friday]

He looked back towards Jatza and nodded, glad his student was keeping up. He continued his way along till he was exceedingly close to the roboat and he placed one hand inside it and began pulling himself up, and pulling his francisca axe out of the side of the ship, he promptly cut the ropes and the rowboat dropped into the water, "come on now!" he said now, making no effort to be quiet anymore.

Shouts came from the deck of the ship and people began running to the side, "HEY! HE'S STEALING THE BOAT!" shouted one of them and weapons were pulled from nowhere.

The teacher muttered something under his breath with discontent as a few of the people pulled out bows and arrows- perhaps he should have thought through his plan a tad more... yeah, that woulda been smart. A thin pane of light formed between him and the arrows, though when his student attempted to jump onto the rowboat as well- she's phase right through the shield, unfortunately- until Jatza did so she'd be open to the attack from the ship. Obviously they weren't supposed to be on board, let alone taking thier boat. They kinda liked to keep thier things and had no reguard for whoever this green blue haired teacher was... not like many people did. There was a major bias against him, generally harmless, except when he begins flashing back to whatever it was that keeps on bothering him about his past... something had obviously happened back then. Which meant he was probably a hell of a lot older than he looked. Something about a rebellion... that was all anyone really knew about his past, that and the fact that he had literally died before he came to TMA, how he was brought back to life was a mystery, though.

[J-Bear!]

Jatza jumped through the shield, recognising the magic, and easily passed through it, much to the amazement of the passengers. Her teacher looked at her, and she just got in the boat. The arrows that the passengers shot at them just bounced off the shield, and the boarders and crew of the ship just looked on in awe.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Well that was almost amusin'!" He laughed as he took the oars in his hands and he began rowing, "We be 'avin quite a ways to go 'afore we get to ThCademy." He commented as they started on thier way towards Twilight Moon Academy, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a small item, it looked like a small sheathed katana, a red ribbon tied around it. He tossed it to Jatza but said nothing about it... apparently he was giving it to her.... maybe.

The teacher looked towards the ship and saw on it's side, it read 'The Day Dog' in swirling text and he cursed under his breath as a tall man with a black hair and beard, dressed in a long military jacket stood watching the two from the ship shouting at them, "TERENT! YOU *insert stream of profanities here* WHAT IN BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!"

"I'm only but borrowing something- no need to fret! You'll get it back in good time!" The teacher said in reply, apparently his name was Terent.

[J-Bear!]

"So, your name is Terent? Anyway, how do you know this man? Is he a relative?" Jatza asked, her curious side taking over. Without listening for her mentor's answer, she looked into the customary leafy royal rucksack on her back, trying to find something. She pulled out a old, wooden flute that her father had given her a few days before the fight that had split her family. The flute was beautiful, made of peasant's wood, pine, and scented with an enchanted rose aroma. She began to play a melodious tune, not her best, but extremely serene, and full of forest sounds. The melody was quiet, yet the men on the boat could hear it. She began playing louder, more ferociously, and more enchantingly. She was letting the music take her over. The serene forest sounds turned into angry battle sounds. Jatza quickly stopped, panting and trying to catch her breath. She wasn't supposed to have shown the angry part of her that hid underneath her regal exterior, especially through music. She looked surprised that no one had stopped her, but then she remembered she wasn't with her mother. Her mother always tried to stifle her angry, lonely part, but that just made it worse. She caught her breath and put away the flute, trying not to look at Terent as she was afraid of his reaction.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Terent didn't seem to have anything to say about the music, he simply answered the question, "Well... we 'knew' each other once a many moons ago..." he said, picking his words carefully. He obviously didn't like the person on the ship all too much, and the person on the ship displayed much more obvious dislike as he shouted at them.

"I'LL TEAR OUT YOUR INNARDS! I SWEAR TO WHATEVER *bleep* DIETY IT IS YOU BELIEVE IN!" hatred shimmered in his eyes, the two obviously had a long time to fuel thier hatred of each other, Terent's was more subtile though and was shown in a somewhat withdrawn silence, his gaze hardened on the floor of the rowboat as he simply began rowing.

"The charm, it'd be a blade charm. It'll allow you to summon yerself a weapon if ever you are caught unaware and without." He said as the boat began picking up speed. They'd be at Twilight Moon Academy in no time.

(*Jatza has recieved a Blade Charm*
The blade charm allows you to summon a weapon to use in battle, rarely will you get the same item each time- from bombs to swords, to battle axes, to firearms even on rare occasion. You can only summon one weapon at a time, and the charm needs to rest an hour between summons. It's activated by removing the small blade from it's sheath, when it's unable to summon a weapon though, the small katana may work as a small knife... or letter opener, good for stabbing.)

[J-Bear!]

"Thank you kindly, Terent," Jatza said politely. This was good for her, especially since she was a bard, and she didn't carry weapons. The only weapons she carried were her staff and ribbons. They were both in her rucksack, even though it was small, because it could hold anything. It was enchanted by her mother. She placed the blade charm carefully in her bag so the katana wouldn't remove itself from the sheath and place a weapon in her rucksack.

"Not to be forward, but why does that man hate you so much? You seem like a polite elf, if not friendly. It just doesn't make sense." Jatza tried to pick her words carefully, and she did, but she couldn't tell if it worked or not.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Sometimes you make mistakes... and I kinda made a big one, or maybe he had made all the mistakes, though I find it's gettin' 'arder an' 'arder to tell most of the time." He said, his voice was almost contemplative as he continued rowing, the school now visible as the mist peeled away and the ship was just a dark mass in the fog, the shouting could still be heard though whatever the strange man had been saying was unkown.

[J-Bear!]

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jatza said apologetically, but formally. Being forbidden from making friends with commoners and other royals alike did not help Jatza's already low self-esteem and her ideals of friendship just grew until one needed to be perfect to become friends with her. That's why Jatza desperately wanted her heart shredded, to be betrayed, or stabbed in the back. She had never felt the dangers of friendship.

She stared into the fog, trying to see the school. When she couldn't decipher it's exterior looks, she looked into her bag again, and pulled out a jar and some vine-like rope. It had fireflies in it, and illuminated about five feet ahead of them from the back. If it was tied to the bow of the boat, it would illuminate about fifteen feet ahead. She carefully stood up, taking the vine and the jar over to the bow, and tied it there, careful not to let it or herself fall.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The school looked like some large castle, a few spires here and there, the dorm rooms could be made out and the windows glowed from the lamps inside and the rowboat pulled up to the shore and he sighed, "I'd like to welcome ye to Th'Cademy..." he said, a slight bow though he was solemned because of the encounter earlier with 'The Day Dog' and it's captain, not very fond memories lay in that realm but it was odd that he'd been called by his former name... the one he preffered to be called by... instead of the cursed one he'd recieved all those hundreds of years ago. He shook his head, standing up. It could be questioned if he was really suited to teach since he had deeper issues than he normally let on, but he came here because he had nothing anywhere else- he'd abandoned his family and his best friend was dead as well... this place was his domain now and he looked at The Academy, and though it was home... he seemed like his soul was trapped here in some odd way and he wouldn't leave, yet he could sever his bonds any moment... he seemed to have some odd complexity that he kept tucked away most of the time.

He smiled though, identical to before and it could be seen that he didn't have to be exactly happy to seem so and he was seemingly in the same high spirits as before.

[J-Bear!]

"Thank you, Terent," Jatza said, and she gave a curtsy to his bow, chuckling melodiously. She knew there were proper times to curtsy, and that wasn't one of them. She could tell he wasn't exactly happy, but she wanted to lift the spirits of the odd teacher. No one deserved to be sad, unless they had done something incredibly wrong, but Terent seemed like a decent man, if only a little strange.

Jatza looked at the school with apprehension in her eyes. Her old fears rose again. Would she be accepted within the students? She had never really associated with anyone before. She also feared all of the other students would be superior to her in strength, since she was a non-violent dancer. Were there going to be any royals here besides her?

"Terent, I'm sorry, but you seem to have forgotten to write me a schedule. If you need paper, I have some, but it's very leafy, not normal."

(ooc: Sorry if I'm not the best RPer. I've never roleplayed before this site! Tell me if I'm bad, and how I can improve!)

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Oh! Sorry 'bout that, must 'ave slipped my mind." He said, his hand plunged into his pocket and withdrew a pen and a peice of paper and he began writing out the schedule:

1: Magic
2: Weaponry
3: Alchemy
4: Beastry
5: Master
6: BREAK
7: Music
8: Holy
9: Samurai
10: Survival

He handed the peice of paper to Jatza, it had apparently been part of a letter at some time, on the back a bit of a signature and some kind of symbol as well, it was an odd looking design. A circle with cords looping through it, giving it a Celtic feel to it. Terent didn't seem to pay attention to the symbol and he smiled, "So then, need any more assistance? Or are you okay for now?" he asked. "Oh! And I'd be thinkin' we're in tenth period right now."

[J-Bear!]

"No, I'm fine. Tenth period? Okay," Jatza said, still staring at the school. "But what's this symbol on the back?" Jatza inquired when she looked at the paper.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Terent looked at the symbol on the back of the paper, his gaze froze on the symbol as his mind began a battle at to what he should tell his student, he could tell the truth- but the truth could be weakening at times, and he couldn't let everyone know the truth of his past, "It's not anything." he said with a reassuring smile, though it was more for himself than anyone else, he really whished that the symbol was nothing, but when Terent spoke the symbol began to change, it took on sharper features and a dragon seemed to form in the center, the knots and ropes pulled along the paper as if someone was pulling them till they outlined a tribal dragon, it's eye glowed slightly red and it seemed almost alive.

The lying plan was gone to hell now...

He then began to hope that Jatza would see that it wasn't something he really wanted to tell people and she would hopefully drop it. He has secrets, sure and he liked to keep it that way

[J-Bear!]

"Oh, okay!" Jatza knew he was lying and she could tell he didn't want to tell her, so she just answered cheerfully, but she couldn't help her crestfallen face. She also ignored the dragon on the back, hoping it would just go back to normal. She thought that it might have something to do with the captain of 'The Day Dog' or the reason why he wouldn't tell her his name. She never was acquaintanced with anybody, but she could tell when people were uncomfortable.

Jatza turned her gaze back to the school, staring at it. Hopefuly, within those walls, she would be accepted. Hopefully, she would make friends. Hopefully, she'd learn more about her teacher, since he was intriguing. There was something about him, she just couldn't place it. She, being her nosy self, wanted to know what it was, but she could see she wasn't getting any answers soon.

(ooc: Sorry if I'm not the best RPer. I've never roleplayed before this site! Tell me if I'm bad, and how I can improve!)

[Señor Sunday Friday]

(You're great! Haha! Don't worry!)

"Well I've got places to go for now... you might want to be gettin to class, perhaps explore the campus some." he suggested as he began walking towards the campus, leaving the rowboat on the shore, of course he wasn't taking it back- it wasn't the best idea in the world to encounted 'The Day Dog' again, especially with it's captain not being too overly fond of him. His ears twitched slightly and he stuck his hands in his pockets, his purple gaze looked about him for a moment, almost nervously.

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I drew him! ^^ MEEP!))