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Post by Creator on Sept 28, 2007 18:34:35 GMT -5
The distant caw of seagulls was a knife, cutting away the silence that had previously dominated the air. Even the birds seemed to sense the danger in the shipyard, though Damon could not. So much for higher intellect. The form of a human seemed to fade into view, hidden within the fog. The black silhouette walked forward, taking its sweet time in approaching the boardwalk. The boy was completely drenched; it seemed that as the fog touched him, it instantly condensed and ran down his clothes. He might as well have been walking through a downpour. But he didn't seem to mind. In fact, despite the obvious aura of mystery that threatened to swallow him, he seemed completely oblivious.
The boy walked onto the boardwalk and knelt down, examining the water below. He had never been a big fan of water, considering he was the only person he knew who couldn't even doggy paddle. It was too dangerous to swim; if he lost control, he could go into liquid form, and he wasn't sure how hard it would be to concentrate his own body in a large amount of water. This was Damon's area of expertise, the shifting of his body and nearby objects between solid, liquid, and gas. Of course, he never practiced the mastery of this ability, which was why he had been sent here in the first place. He could use the power at will, but it was a slow and painful process.
"Is anybody here?" he called, revealing a cautious voice. A strong gust of wind blew in, wiping away a bit of the mist. Damon was about 5'10", and had sought to imitate his father's childhood days in his clothes. A black AC/DC shirt was tucked neatly into a pair of blue jeans, which hid most of a pair of white sneakers. Which was good, as the sneakers weren't much to look at. The watch on his right wrist was completely fogged over, and though the time was hidden, the fact that he was left-handed wasn't. As the mist returned, his black cape seemed to meld into it, the wispy end teasing the fog as if alive. His black headband, wispy like the cape, did little good to keep his soaked hair out of his eyes.
"Oh, come on," he complained, "isn't anyone out there?" He scanned the waters for a sign of life before giving up and turning to face the path behind him. The last thing he needed was a sneak attack from behind.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 29, 2007 12:28:52 GMT -5
Out of the shadows and the fog around the boy, a voice spoke.
“You call yourself a Ninja, and you can’t tell when someone is watching you?” he said, his voice full of disappointment with a small overtone of amusement.
The man wore classic ninja garb, even though he couldn’t be seen. He first wore a thin dark blue almost black suit, that covered most of his body. Over that he wore a lighter vest, with many pockets over it, and pair of...oddly enough, jeans. On his right arm though was a piece of fabric with a metal plate, with the TMA symbol on it.
The mans hair was dark blond in shade, and would contrast greatly with his dark cloths and dark eyes.
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Post by Creator on Sept 29, 2007 12:43:05 GMT -5
Damon spun around, his eyes following the direction of the voice. He tensed slightly, ashamed that he had let his ninja skills get so sloppy. But that's what happens when you rarely work at it. "Of course I knew you were there," he lied, "did you think I was going to reveal that? I simply wanted to see what you were up to." He could always fade into the mist to find the man, but there was no guarantee he could remain undetected, as he wasn't sure how skilled the voice was.
Damon glared, wondering if this was friend or foe. He supposed people could stalk the boardwalk, ready to strike down new students before they managed to take a significant hold over their skills. But the fact that they knew he was a ninja told him it was a friend. A ripple spread out from Damon, turning the mist into snow that drifted gently to the ground. He glanced around, hoping the voice would be exposed.
"Why do you care?" he asked, a thin purple/black mist hissing up around him. The aura stayed around him, protected from any gusts of wind that might threaten it. "I suppose you're some kind of ninja master?" In the misty aura around him, he seemed a bit sickly, his skin more raw and his hair a bit thinner.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 29, 2007 12:52:06 GMT -5
“Well, I am not a ninja Master anymore, but I am a Master, a Master Teacher.” he said with a small chuckle. “And don’t bother lying to me, many much older and wiser then you cannot. And I am here to show you the way across the lake.”
As he said the last line he stepped into view, he was within plain site, hidden by magic. He fell into view slowly at first, as if looked at through a hot sunny day, until he finally solidified into a solid form.
“I am Xoumian, and I am your Master Teacher.” he said again.
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Post by Creator on Sept 29, 2007 12:57:29 GMT -5
"Nice name," Damon mumbled with a suppressed laugh. "A Master Teacher, huh? Alright, I'll play along. So what, you're going to teach me how to swim? Masterfully? Or are you a master of teaching kids how to use scuba gear? Unless you have a boat, in which case, you're not much of a teacher, more of a chauffeur," he added with a small grin. The snow on the ground quickly began to melt and drain into the water.
"In any case, let's get moving," he sighed, turning back to face the water. The smoky aura died down and vanished, leaving him looking healthy again. "I want to get settled in."
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 29, 2007 13:18:07 GMT -5
“Fine, follow me then. You should know how to water walk.” he said, as he ran with ninja speed, and jumped over the boardwalk, onto the water below.
Xoumian waited on the water, it slowly moving below him for his student to follow. He should have been able to know this, if not, well, he would learn it the hard way. Even most Genin learn this before moving to Chunin, so he better not drown, that caused so much paperwork.
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Post by Creator on Sept 29, 2007 13:24:19 GMT -5
Damon's shoes hissed away into smoke and he took off after Xoumian, recalling his lessons in staying on the water's surface. Even if he wasn't able to stay afloat, he could always solidify a bit of water to stand on, but he seemed to remember the water walk well enough. He caught up with Xoumian and hopped around a bit, getting himself used to the art again. "It's been a while," he explained, wiggling his toes. The water was chilly, but he ignored it. Self-dicipline, he had always been told. "How far is it?" he asked.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 29, 2007 13:44:19 GMT -5
Xoumian shrugged, “Only about a mile not that far. Ready to head off before the storm hits?” he said, not really asking the question, as he began to walk backwards at a brisk pace toward the school.
“As you should know from the letter you got, Twilight Moon Academy is a school for gifted youngsters, like yourself. You will be taking classes to improve your skills and make you safe to release back to the outside world. Got any questions before you make an idiot of yourself at school?”
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Post by Creator on Sept 29, 2007 13:51:52 GMT -5
"A few," Damon said, following him quickly. "For example, why do you assume I'm going to make an idiot out of myself? And if it's just because I'm new, then wouldn't everyone make idiots out of themselves at one point? It just loses effect if everyone does it." He glanced down, a bit annoyed that they were going to go a mile on foot. Why couldn't he fly? He was sure this "master teacher" had some way to get himself there faster too. "Also, do I have to share a room with anyone? I'd rather have my own place, to be honest." He glanced up at the sky for a moment before returning his eyes to Xoumian. Did he choose to be Damon's guide, or was it forced on him?
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 29, 2007 14:11:48 GMT -5
“I assume you are going to make an idiot of yourself, because all students do in some way shape or form, be it an outburst of power, to just as simple as tripping on the steps. As in all schools, students are cruel.”
“And you will be sharing a room, you might have had a room to yourself for a bit if you came earlier, but school has started, and most of the doubles are already taken, not to mention a few of quads.”
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Post by Creator on Sept 29, 2007 14:20:51 GMT -5
"I really couldn't care less if the students think I'm cool," he said with a laugh, "once I master this thing, I'll be outta here, and never see any of them again, so it doesn't really matter. I can't remember the last time I tripped, and an outburst of power isn't a big issue. Just had one before I got here," he said, as if it were some kind of accomplishment. "So I can hardly even use it right now."
He wiggled his shoulders a bit, causing his cape to dissolve into dark purple smoke and eventually fade away. He had only worn it on the off-chance he would be attacked before heading for the school; it was strictly a combat aide.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 29, 2007 22:38:52 GMT -5
“Well, since you are planning on staying, you will have to take classes, all students must take Magic, Weaponry, Beastry, Alchemy, and Masters, with a break after that for lunch. That means you get at least an hour with me a day, if I choose not to augment your perception of time to make it seem longer. Then after that you actually get some choice, but not much. 7th you can take Music, History, or Potions. 8th you can take Holy, Flare, or Summoning. 9th is Thievery, Dragoon, or Samurai, and last, 10th is either Puppetmaster or Survival.” he said in a gruff voice as he listed off the classes with boredom, spawned from many repeats of the same lines.
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Post by Creator on Sept 29, 2007 22:45:45 GMT -5
"I see," Damon said with a slight nod. The classes played through his head, each receiving their own mental versions to decide which he liked and disliked. They all sounded somewhat appealing. "Hm... I know for sure I want music," he started, glancing down at his shirt, "but I can't decide if I want Flare or Summoning..." He rested his chin between his thumb and forefinger as they moved across the water, so casually defying what many people believed to be the laws of physics. "Well, I know I want puppetmaster, and I guess I'll go with Flare. That fills up my schedule, right?" He grinned, glad to finally have things settled. Now, as soon as he got to his room, he could kick back and relax.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 30, 2007 10:41:14 GMT -5
Xoumian nodded as he pulled a piece of paper and pencil out of his vest and wrote down the choices. Then, with a puff of smoke, the paper disappeared.
“You will get your class schedule shortly, now, do you have any other questions while we walk the rest of the way across the lake?”
((Sorry, these things get really boring after a while...))
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Post by Creator on Sept 30, 2007 12:28:55 GMT -5
((You weren't online for fourteen and a half hours yesterday waiting to finish it.)) "Nope, I think that pretty much covers it," he said, scratching his head. "Can't we just fly or something? I'm not in a very patient mood."
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