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Post by Skulls And Pie on Aug 6, 2007 17:31:03 GMT -5
"Oh. I see. Then maybe I will choose my classes now?" he asked. The boat creaked once again and Charon sat. "Oh I do love to be beside the seaside," he muttered. He was bored. He knew that he was pretty much the only way Morbid had to get to the other side, but still, it was boring and annoying. He stopped the boat. "I will require four more pennies from each o' ya folk." Morbid sighed and grabbed into his pocket, retreiving a nickel. "Keep the change."
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 6, 2007 18:29:42 GMT -5
Aleanneld sighed and took out the required money. If it got any more expensive after a while he was going to ask the school for reimbursement. Getting back to Morbid, he pulled a small ball of energy from his pocket and stretched it out into a sheet.
“Well, you have to take Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, Master with me, and last a break for lunch...in that order. Then, after that there are 4 periods you an choose your own classes in. For 7th you can choose between: Music, History, and Potionry. For 8th there is: Flare, Holy, or Summoning. 9th there is: Dragoon, Samurai, and Thievery, and last, 10th is: Puppet master and Survival” he continued as he wrote down the first 6 fixed classes on the sheet.
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Aug 9, 2007 12:42:11 GMT -5
As the boat creaked along, Morbid thought for a second. "Potionry, Summoning, Thievery, and Survival," he answered. That will be quite a full day, thought Morbid, chuckling quietly. The rain continued to fall, creating beautiful music in the water. Morbid dazedly listened to the music of nature. He eventually began to hum with the beautiful music.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 9, 2007 16:33:19 GMT -5
Aleanneld nodded as he wrote down the choices on his sheet of magical energy. Then, he compressed the sheet back into a ball which he let fly off toward the school.
“You will get your class schedule very soon. Now, do you got any other questions about the school?”
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Aug 10, 2007 22:48:55 GMT -5
Morbid stopped hummin. "Okay," Morbid replied, "Um..." He racked his brain for questions. "Oh yes, when we get there what should I do? Is class going on? What?" asked Morbid, hoping he wasn't getting ahead of himself. Charon hummed a tune as the oars rowed rhytmically and the drops fell.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 10, 2007 23:17:22 GMT -5
“Well, normally you would be expected to go to class, but they are pretty much over so the rest of the time today is yours. You can go up to the dorms and claim a bed for yourself, then the rest of the time is yours. You can go explore the grounds, or just hang out in Ninth Heaven”
Aleanneld looked out toward the distant shore and saw that they were almost there.
“Okay, looks like we are almost there so I will give your “Welcome to TMA” gift.” he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small orb.
Death Orb A small glass orb with a skull carved within. No matter which way it is turned, the skull can be seen This orb will let the holder summon Pulex Mors or Death Fleas. These small creatures are summoned in swarms and suck the opponents, blood, transfusing his power and energy to the summoner. Only 1 swarm can be summoned at a time. *Note, at first summons will be tiring, but with training they will get stronger.
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Aug 11, 2007 22:58:49 GMT -5
"Okay. Thank you, Aleanneld," Morbid replied. He then covered a yawn. He shifted position in the boat and took the Death Orb, slipping it in his pocket. "That is so cool." Charon chuckled at the thought of Pulex Mors. He knew them well in Hades. The oars kept rowing as the boat came closer. Morbid stared at the shore longingly. "Another chance," he sighed. Charon heard him, and smiled. He knew what was ahead for Morbid. With a dry chuckle, his job was almost done here.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 11, 2007 23:10:41 GMT -5
The boat hit the shore with a small crunching sound of the wood scraping gravel.
"Well, I guess this is where we part ways for today. I'll see you tomrrow for Master Class." he said, and with a small 'pop' of displaced air he disappeared.
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Aug 12, 2007 1:27:15 GMT -5
Morbid sighed as the boat reached shore. He was glad to be here. He took a small bow, "Goodbye." When he stood up straight, Aleanneld was gone. He chuckled to himself. "What a weird teacher," he complimented. In the rain, he looked up and opened his mouth open, letting rain fall down his throat. "I love the rain," he sighed as he lowered his head and closed his mouth, swallowing the rain. The demon boy then walked off into the large Academy before him, letting the rain fall all around him.
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