Minteh Fresh (Morbid's Start)

[Skulls And Pie]

"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Raven, Mörbïd's emo boyfriend.
"Yes, Raven. I have to," he said, solemnly. He leaned in and kissed Raven, for what could very well be the last time. As they parted, he stroked his boyfriend's hair.
"Okay," Raven started, but was interrupted by a car horn, "I-- I have to go. Write me!" he called as he got back in the car.
"Bye!" Mörbïd called back as the car drove away.
He sighed as he looked himself up and down. He was soaked, head to toe from saying goodbye in the rain. But he was happy, making a new start in the world of life; of humans and the like. It was so weird, having sky above you, instead of a cave. The rain fell hard on him from the dark clouds overhead, making all of him drip. His cape, his armwarmers, even his horns. He stood, soaked, and then it dawned on him. He grabbed his whip and ignited the tip, drying himself off. "Finally, some not-so-wet-ness,"he muttered, as he put the magic flame out and replaced the whip in its holder (whatever the holder is).

[baha]

"Lookin' for a Morbid? Do I have any claimers? Morbid?" A voice called, breaking the monotonous drone of the rain. A man walked out of one of the boats, walking as leisurely as one simply taking a walk in the park. He was tall and had messily long brown hair, a few strands of which falling into his steel gray eyes. He nodded to the boy, "Assuming you're so, my name is Aries Wolfhaven, your Master Teacher here at Twilight Moon Academy!"

A moment later, Aries continued, "We will be traveling to the school by ourselves, so if there's any specific way you want to go to the school, name it. Like boat, flight, walking, et cetera."

[Skulls And Pie]

Mörbïd looked up at hearing his name. As the man came over, Mörbïd realized that this man was calling him, since no one else was there. "Yes, I am Mörbïd," he replied dryly. He was a bit bitter because of his seperation from Raven. Master teacher, eh? he thought. As the man mentioned transportation he thought for a second. "Uh... The only thing I could provide would be a path across the water or a boat from a... a friend," he offered, somewhat muttering. Although it would drain him eventually, he could make a path across the water out of magma, allowing it to cool. He did, after all, excel in fire magic, with his handy whip. And the "friend" would be Charon. Charon respected Mörbïd, because he was the first thing to ever sneak onto his ship, so he'd gladly lend a bony hand. Well, "gladly" would be exaggerating.

[hannah montana]

[[shelby, is that the aries i think it is? =D TELL AMBER HE SAYS HELLO! sorry for the spam. i was just wondering XD]]

[±Witchcraft±]

((Um...I guess I am taking over for Baha))

A golden orb of light came across the lake from the school and whisked away the old Master Teaching standing near Morbid. A second later another golden orb came, depositing another teacher.

The teacher now standing on the shore next to Morbid had long white hair and very dark skin with pointed ears. His eyes had a piercing frosty color and his robes matched the same cold color of his eyes. In his right hand there was a large oaken staff with a clear orb within the grasp of a large metal scorpion. Around his neck he wore a medium sized silver scorpion.

He gave the student a piercing look as he spoke.

“Sorry for the trouble, the other teacher had to be pulled away at the last second, one of his other students had an accident and needed his help. I will be taking over his place as Master Teacher, now, how much did Aries explain to you?”

[Skulls And Pie]

OoC: Thanks so much!

What is this guy, hard of hearing? Morbid thought. Aries had yet to reply to his last comment. Then, as if someone had read his mind, Aries was replaced by a new man. Morbid scanned the new man with his eyes and came to the conclusion that he might be a better teacher. "Um... Aries didn't say much. He told me that he was my master teacher and that I would have to provide the transportation. That's it," Morbid replied. "If I may ask," he cautiously started, "What is your name, sir?" The rain seemed to be falling harder now, but then again, it could've just been Morbid. After all, it rarely rains in Hades.

[±Witchcraft±]

“I am Aleanneld, and then I guess we can start across the lake. Do you got any idea on how we are about to cross?” he asked.

As he stood there the rain continued to fall with the occasional flash of lightning. Oddly though, his hair and robes did not get wet, the rain seemed to not hit him at all.

[Skulls And Pie]

Aleanneld, he pronounced in his head. Cool name. He blinked a few times, to get his mind back on track. Wordlessly, Morbid walked towards the edge of the pier and put his feet together and stood up straight. He held up his left hand in front of him and spread his fingers. The Samhain Ring glowed blood red. "STYX ACHERON LETHE COCYTUS PHLEGETHON!" he shouted to the skies.
Out of the fog came a black wooden boat. It looked really old and had a pair of oars moving it with no one rowing. Morbid took out four pennies and walked toward the boat. A bony hand reached out, to which he gave the coins. "Charon," he started, "Please take us to Twilight Moon Academy." He interrupted himself, "This is a fine mode of transport, right, Aleanneld?"

[±Witchcraft±]

Aleanneld raised an eyebrow at the youth when he summoned the boat.

“Very interesting, I am guessing that this is an offshoot of the boat and oarsman for the boat across the River Styx? If it is I can tell that you will someday be a very good necromancer, to already have some control over the passage between this world and the next.”

Aleanneld walked over to the boat and also gave the hand four pennies. He could tell it was on offshoot of the famous boat since that one took two golden coins as payment, not four cheap pennies.

[Skulls And Pie]

Morbid nodded, "Yes. I made some... 'friends' in my youth," Charon chuckled at this, "But Charon is the only one who would do me a favor." The boat began to creakily make its way through the water and fog. "Thank you," he muttered. "Um... so is there anything else I should know about Twilight Moon Academy?" he asked after a while.

[±Witchcraft±]

Aleanneld paused her a moment, putting his hand on his chin as he thought. There was a lot he could tell the boy about the school, but most of it was not important or would be figured out in time.

“Well, as you know this is a school for the gifted, so you will be taking classes. You can choose those now or wait until we get closer to the school. But unless you got any specific questions you want answered it will take a few weeks to explain everything about the school.” he said chuckling a little.

[Skulls And Pie]

Morbid chuckled too, although he doubted that it was for the same reason. "Oh, okay. I think I'll pass on choosing classes until later," he stated. The boat creaked again, being very old. As old as death, it seemed. Charon gave a dry sigh. He was used to being ignored by those riding in his boat. The rain seemed to have turned to a storm. Although the rain didn't seem to hit Aleanneld, and it only made Charon's cloak seem wetter, Morbid's clothes were sticking to his skin. He dripped visibly into the boat.

[±Witchcraft±]

Aleanneld sighed when he saw how wet the child was getting.

“Hold still.” he said before making a sweeping gesture toward the boy. When he did the same effect that was cast on Aleanneld was cast on Morbid. The rain seemed to stop falling on the boy.

“Okay, now this might be a bit more tricky.” he said pushing his eyebrows together as he thought. Then, with another gesture he sent a small orange like ball of energy. When it hit the cloths it automatically dried them. “There, now at least you won’t have caught your death by the time we get across the lake.”

[Skulls And Pie]

Although Morbid was a bit sad to not be wet anymore, he didn't feel as cold as he had. "Thank you, Aleanneld." Morbid sneezed. "Gezuntheit," muttered Charon as the boat kept going and creaking. "Thank you, Charon," Morbid muttered back. A moment of silence passed through the boat. "So, are we almost there? It seems like we've been in this boat for quite some time," he asked to whichever could answer. Charon chose to let Aleanneld answer. After all, why would Morbid listen to Charon? It wasn't like Hades would have Charon's head if he didn't get back soon enough.

[±Witchcraft±]

Aleanneld chuckled when he heard this.

“This lake is odd, I am not sure if it is magic or just perception, but it always seems we get there ‘right’ when we are all done. So just hold your horses and we will get there when we get there.”