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Post by Eltana Malgrace on Aug 21, 2007 21:37:22 GMT -5
Flowing through the air was a strong, forceful breeze; this wasn't a simple wind, no: it was the kind of gust that heralded an upcoming snowfall, or possibly even a snowstorm. Considering the fact that it was late summer, and that the trees and blades of grass were green and full of life, a snowfall would definitely be out of place. Even the sky hinted at a potential storm: thick, heavy clouds formed a misty gray blanket that loomed over the Ghost Shipyard and the nearby forest. Back to the breeze: not only did it seem out of place, but something about it also just seemed.. wrong; something one just couldn't put a finger on. This strange weather that seemed to be a hybrid of winter and summer, in combination with the frightening appearance of the Ghost Shipyard, resulted in quite an unsettling scene.
And Eltana was enjoying every second of it; for the cold weather, symbolic of his element, seemed to be announcing his entrance into a new life.
He was casually strolling down one of the many paths within the forest, his high-heeled boots clicking against the cobblestone pavement with each step. Clasped in a bony white hand was a violet parasol, which he was holding over his head; regardless of the weather, Eltana would take his parasol with him as often as possible: in his mind, it is part of who he is. This accessory cast a concealing mask of shadow over his face, effectively putting an air of mystery and enigma about him. His semi-sentient dress decided to remain the standard mixture of gray and black, believing it fitting for the weather.
At last, he had finally come upon the shipyard itself! Eltana leaned his parasol back over an exposed shoulder, revealing his silky black hair and the dark purple ribbon entwined within it. He stood before the seemingly unsafe dock, his bright amber hues tracing over the misty water, pausing every time they passed over a ghost ship, or what remained of one. As his gaze perused the waters, he patiently awaited the arrival of his new instructor.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 22, 2007 6:49:35 GMT -5
A tall, almost frail woman walked towards Eltana with a smile on her face, her sunset eyes glimmered as she crossed her arms over her chest. Feathered gryphon ears were placed at the side of her head as well as a pair of brown wings upon her back. Her hair cascaded into a mess of auburn curls that bounced in her face as she approached her student. Goosebumps on her arms from the unexpected cold. She obviously hadn't planned on it since she wore such airy clothes, no sleeves present over her arms which made her fair game. "Excuse me... I'm looking for a young man, he goes by the name Eltana... have you seen him?" She asked. Obviously not recognising her student.
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Post by Eltana Malgrace on Aug 22, 2007 18:07:28 GMT -5
All of a sudden, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him as he surveyed the water and the multiple frightening ghost ships. He decided not to acknowledge the stranger until he or she spoke; Eltana was never the outgoing type, nor was he particularly fond of conversation and socialism. He suspected the person was either another student or his teacher; he hoped for the latter, seeing as he wasn't in the mood to make small talk with some twit.
The effeminate man couldn't help but laugh inwardly as he heard his new teacher mistake him for someone else, probably a young woman. The clothes he wore did betray his gender, as did his features, so he couldn't blame her; in fact, he found it pretty amusing when people mistook him for a woman. Eltana turned to face her, and was surprised at seeing gryphon ears and wings! He refused to display the emotion on his face, however, seeing as he trained himself to keep his face blank long ago.
"I believe you'll be pleased to know that you've found him." he said in his usual icy, feminine tone, allowing a smile to grace his soft face; this was not a normal smile, but appeared to be a twisted parody of one. "You are my instructor, I presume?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 22, 2007 18:18:57 GMT -5
The woman's eyes went wide for a moment before she laughed slightly, "I'm sorry!" she said in a cheerful kinda voice. "Didn't realize it was you!" She patted Eltana on the shoulder, "And yes indeed, I'm Sirith." She gave a little curtsy while subconsciously touching her hand to the coiled whip at her waist. She looked around the shipyard for a few moments, "So then... we should be headed towards Twilight Moon Academy, then... I guess..." She said with a shrug as she looked over the water, "What do you think?"
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Post by Eltana Malgrace on Aug 22, 2007 18:40:35 GMT -5
Eltana mentally flinched as his instructor placed a hand on his shoulder; never had he been fond of physical contact with people, nor people in general for that matter. Despite this, he maintained the same cheerful and warm expression as his teacher laughed off her error and introduced herself.
"It is a pleasure to meet you," he said, returning the courtesy; while it would have been more proper for him to bow, it wasn't surprising that he went for the more feminine gesture if one considered his appearance and mannerisms. Eltana was certainly gender-confused to a certain degree, but that was definitely the least of his problems. Noticing that his instructor was avoiding eye contact with him by surveying the shipyard, he couldn't help but feel that she was a bit uncomfortable. This didn't bother him in the least, though. "Yes, I suppose that would be best," he responded, tilting his head to the side slightly.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 23, 2007 6:35:26 GMT -5
"So, do you have your own means to get us to Twilight Moon Academy, or will I have to provide transportation?" Sirith's wings beat for emphasis and she smiled towards Eltana, if no alternate transportation could be found than Sirith would fly them both to The Academy. People hurried on thier way past the group, bumping lightly into Sirith and Eltana as they walked so it was believable that if they had any money before, it was sure enough stolen by now, which really did seem like a shame. (writer's block, sorry! Shoot me if you wish.)
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Post by Eltana Malgrace on Aug 23, 2007 23:17:42 GMT -5
(xD No problem. And sorry about the long wait, had a busy day today!)
"I'm afraid I don't, unfortun--," began Eltana, only to abruptly cut himself off as a stranger bumper into him; this man didn't only bump into him, but also reached into one of the dress' pockets and stole a small purse packed with very valuable bills. He couldn't believe it! Was he just robbed by some greedy idiot? The nerve! Well, he certainly wasn't going to stand for that!
As he raised his free hand while still holding the parasol in the other, a ball of blue light formed in his palm; this ball, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a considerably large, pointy spike of ice. Without hesitation he tossed this glacial spike at the offender: it went over his shoulder, barely missing his head. "Please kindly return my money; or else, the next one won't miss," warned Eltana in a strangely cheerful voice.
The robber nearly urinated in his pants as the ice spike brushed against his ear, cutting it slightly. In response to Eltana's request, he ran over, calmly handed the small violet bag to the girlish man, then ran off in a state of fear. Eltana sighed and clicked his tongue disapprovingly, then returned his attention to Sirith. "I apologize for the interruption. Shall we depart?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 24, 2007 8:55:29 GMT -5
"It might be nice to inform you that Twilight Moon Academy has it's own currency- We're like a country that way! Anyways, they're called SP, or Student Points... so any money you had before coming is overall generally useless once we get there." She nodded, "And we'll need to start work on your schedule... every student is required to take Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, and a Master Class in which you'll learn how to handle your unique powers. I'll be teaching you that class. Then comes the optional classes. For your seventh period class there's a choice of either Music, History, of Potionry..." She nodded, there were a couple more class periods they'd have to schedule but Sirith was a patient person.
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Post by Eltana Malgrace on Aug 25, 2007 20:39:07 GMT -5
As his instructor explained to him about Twilight Moon Academy's currency system, Eltana couldn't help but flinch inwardly. Coming from a particularly wealthy family, he hoped to use his family's fortune to gain a bit of popularity and eventually gather a small entourage of yes-men. It would be logical for them to have their own money, though; in fact, he was surprised that he didn't even consider the possibility before! Looking out for the poor kids' self-esteem by leveling the playing field, eh? Bleh.
His attention quickly returned to Sirith as she listed off the classes he was to take; most appealed to him, except for Beastry and Weaponry: being a sorcerer, Eltana wasn't particularly fond of brandishing pointed sticks of the Neanderthal Era, nor was he ecstatic about working with animals; to him, animals were only good for being eaten by those higher up on the food chain, such as himself. As for his seventh period class, he was torn between music and potions. Eltana had always been a patron of the arts, so music was appealing; however, potions would help him with the pursuit of his goals.
"Being an ice elementalist, my powers mainly deal with manipulating and conjuring ice; as I demonstrated moments before. Although I am fairly learned in dark magic, as well... For my seventh period class...," began Eltana, pausing as he weighed the benefits of music and potions against each other; "I believe I'll take potions."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 25, 2007 20:55:44 GMT -5
"Next you get to choose between Holy, Flare, or Summoning... though for someone with your talents Flare would be the obvious choice." Sirith nodded, she would already had begun taking her student to the academy but she'd have to transform into a full gryphon in order to carry anyone with her... and you can't speak very well with a beak. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a peice of paper and she began writing on it silently. Schedule: 1. Magic 2. Weaponry 3. Alchemistry 4. Beastry 5. Master 6. Break 7. Potionry 8. 9. 10.
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Post by Eltana Malgrace on Aug 25, 2007 21:13:02 GMT -5
Flare--he would have quickly gone with that instead of Holy, but the mention of summoning made him reconsider. His elder brother was a skilled summoner; having nothing but the greatest respect and admiration for his brother, he wanted badly to be trained in the art of summoning. Unfortunately, he knew little to nothing about it: whenever his brother tried to teach it to him, he'd always screw it up somehow. Summoning was his weak point; so, although he wanted to become skilled with it, Flare would have to be his choice.
"Flare, of course," he responded as Sirith wrote down a list of classes on the paper, waiting for the next choice of classes--if there was one.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 25, 2007 21:23:55 GMT -5
"M'kay..." she smiled as she scribed the word 'Flare' on the paper (You'll just adore the Flare teacher.. *sarcasm* lol) and she looked up at Eltana, "Samurai, Thievery or Dragoon now... and then for tenth it's either Puppetmaster or Survival." She nodded as she looked at the paper and then back up at Eltana, her gryphon ears twitched slightly. Schedule: 1. Magic 2. Weaponry 3. Alchemistry 4. Beastry 5. Master 6. Break 7. Potionry 8. Flare 9. 10.
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Post by Eltana Malgrace on Aug 25, 2007 21:35:17 GMT -5
His right eye twitched slightly as he was given a choice between Samurai, Thievery, and Dragoon; for all seemed... horribly unfitting for a sorcerer such as himself. Eltana despised the use of weapons, believing them to be the tools of unintelligent monkeys incapable of using magic. As he pulled himself together, he heard Sirith give him the choice of Puppetmaster or Survival for his final class. Puppetmaster, obviously; Eltana, being a very manipulative person, found this intriguing.
"Definitely Puppetmaster for tenth. As for the ninth..," he started, trailing off into his own thoughts. The options really upset him, and he knew he wouldn't be doing well in any of them; after about a minute of mulling it over, he came to a decision: "Thievery"
(Checked out the Flare Class board. He and Eltana are definitely gonna have an interesting relationship. XD)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 25, 2007 21:51:39 GMT -5
Sirith nodded as she wrote down the last two classes and handed it to Eltana, "Well then... I believe this means we can get started on our way to The Academy, eh?" she smirked before her mouth contorted into a hard, sharp beak and she continued to the morphing into a brown feathered gryphon, her talons and beak golden in color as her eyes looked towards Eltana and she screeched, her wing extended out to allow her student to climb onto her back with much ease. Schedule: 1. Magic 2. Weaponry 3. Alchemistry 4. Beastry 5. Master 6. Break 7. Potionry 8. Flare 9. Thievery 10. Puppetmaster
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Post by Eltana Malgrace on Aug 25, 2007 22:04:41 GMT -5
Eltana examined the paper handed to him; he remembered most of the classes mentioned before, and made a mental note to memorize the schedule as soon as possible. He tilted his head to the side slightly as he watched his instructor transform into a gryphon; while the wings and ears gave away that she was a gryphon, he had never seen a transformation before; and was, therefore, was intrigued by it.
He closed his parasol and headed over to his morphed instructor, gently climbing onto her back and situating himself. A gryphon ride! Well, this was certainly going to be fun--or possibly extremely terrifying. He'd just have to wait and see, he thought.
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