Black Crimson

[Chrynos]

*Tip, tap, tip, tap*

The sound of footsteps broke the silence of the thick forest. In the middle of the sea of leaves and braches paced a single man. A man wearing a black cloak that hid any way of recognising him. His face and hair were covered by the hood of the cloak, the rest of his body hidden and sheltered by the cloak itself. The only part of his person that was visible from any angle of view were his feet and not many can recognise a person's feet, especially when it was clothed in shoes. Now, one would wonder why anyone would dare wander alone into this forest, at such a time too. It was midnight and the full moon hung silently in the sky, illuminating the forest and the mist that enshrouded the man's every surrounding. It was almost hard to keep on the path, but soon enough, the sound of water and waves reached his sensitive ears. He was there.

Letting his crimson eyes peer from under the shadow of his hood, he noticed an opening among the trees in front of him. What secrets the mist held behind it were unclear, but he was sure that he could see movement, particular the ground. It had to be water. Finally, he had reached it. The sea breeze forced its way into the forest, blowing upon the man. He stopped in his tracks, finding his body slightly numbing under the sudden change of temperature but soon enough, it adapted. He continued on, not letting anything stop him now. He had made his way here to carry on the legacy of his 'father', of his clan. He was the last of the Necro Ninja. It was all up to him to regain the honour they had lost.

Soon enough, he was out of the forest. He felt the grounding below him change and he lowered his head. He was stepping on wood. Weak wood, he noticed. His eyes fixed at the wooden planks below him, he started to debate on what to do now. The only instructions he had been given was survive the journey through the forest and make it to the 'Ghost Shipyard'. Apparently, he was here. He lifted his head, his crimson eyes glacing at the ships that half-filled the water in front of him. Well, he was completely stuck. He pulled both hands from under his cloak. His hands, glad in black fingerless leather gloves, reached up to his hood and pulled it down, finally revealing the young man's face.

The 19-year-old drow-human had a fair skin complexion, his red eyes completely standing out among his lighter face. His hair was long and messy, his bangs covering his forehead and his ears. What made it more attractive was the fact that most of his black hair had had their tips dyed red, and others were completely red. A vortex of black and red, much like his past. Darkness and bloodshed. Glancing around at his surroudings, he opened his thin lips, letting his calm and almost monotonous voice echo through the Shipyard.

"I'm here!"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Well duh! If you weren't here then you would be there, and most obviously, you are not there, so you must be here. Unless you are somewhere. Might you be somewhere? Because nobody can be nowhere, but if you are somewhere, could you perhaps still be here?" a curious being seemed to have popped out of nowhere, she was rather average height, her light brown hair hanging slightly in her face and her grayish blue green eyes watched Chrynos almost expectantly. She seemed to want an answer to her question.

She was clothed in a black cloak, the hood overly large, like if you pulled it down, it would completely cover the young woman's face and neck, but her ensemble looked rather dramatic as she walked, must have been the purpose. She carried in hand, a black staff, rather plain in appearance, to be honest.

[Chrynos]

Another voice. That surprised Chrynos very much indeed. As a ninja, he was trained to sense the presence of others, but apparently, this one managed to sneak up to him unseen. He turned his head slowly, his lips closed as his red eyes found themselves gazing at a female. At that, her words finally registered into his head and he simply took it as some kind of test. A way to see his personality. No way he was going to lose his cool now. Tilting his head slightly to his right, his red-tipped bangs covering the respective eye.

"And in the end, the fact remains. I'm here."

He replied, his tone ever so calm as he turned his whole body to face the female. Straightening his face, he scanned her from head to toe, then back once more. She did not look that old, or at least, old enough to be a teacher, but her somewhat elegant walk made her seem more... Mature than she looked. And that staff only made her more grand.

"Are you the teacher I'm supposed to be waiting for?"

He shot at her, his hands slowly pushing outwards as he pushed the cloak to his back, revealing his whole attire. A V-neck long-sleeved black shirt worn over a tight fishnet shirt, hiding the brown belt that kept his black loose pants in place. The bottom of the pants was tucked in into his cloth shoes. And on his thighs were two brown leather sheathes, each holding one of his Sabre Claws. And he simply stood there as he waited for her answer.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Not so much of a teacher... but more of... your god if you'd please..." she was about to finish her statement when something caught her eyes and she paused, she bobbed her head back and forth, eyes focused on what seemed to be... a speck of dust. She was completely enamoured by the little fleck and before long... she ate it. Following that was a fit of coughing, the dust obviously went down the wrong way. "Anyways..." she paused, "Yeah, I'm your master teacher... Donna's my name... atleast last I checked... it's subject to change every once in a while." She shrugged, life just seemed to be like that, she guessed.

[Chrynos]

His god? Chrynos raised an eyebrow at that. Egolistic. That was Chrynos' first impression of the female that stood in front him then. Chrynos let out a sigh. Well, he had expected more, honestly. This was an Academy that took in people like him. People who wanted to be stronger, who wanted thier potentials unleashed. He was starting to have doubts in that now. And then, he watched as the female started to be amazed by something. Curious, he squinted his eyes as he focused on the area in front of the teacher's face. Much thanks to his elven eyes, he was able to focus on the area, but found nothing of much interest.

That is, of course, until the teacher bit at the air and what seemed to be a speck of dust. His eyes widened in shock. And as the teacher started to cough, Chrynos could only let out another sigh, his doubts only becoming bigger. As she spoke once more, she finally gave him the answer he wanted, though he was given more information that he wanted.

"Alright, then, Donna, ma'am... Lead the way?"

He spoke, raising his hand and gesturing towards the water.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Donna looked over the waters, "We should probably try to get there before the sun goes down, right?" she asked, her gray-green eyes looked now back to Chrynos. She didn't expect Chrynos to think her sane, or powerful, so she wasn't dissapointed with his reaction at all. She was having a weird day. She was also curious to see the student's reaction to hearing 'before the sun goes down' because as far as anyone could tell, it was already nighttime in the Ghost Shipyard, the streetlights already on and the sort. "Now should we walk... swim... or perhaps take a boat..." she contemplated aloud, it was kind of sad that she had to think so hard to make a decision, but hey- it was better than when she went to the dollar store. Sheesh!

[Chrynos]

When the Sun went down? This time, Chrynos gave a different reaction as he lifted his head upwards, trying to catch sigh of the Sun. Unfortunately, even for eyes like him, the mist was too thick to peer through. In fact, he couldn't even see the sky. And he rather guessed that even it was morning, the light wouldn't be able to peer through this unbelievably thick mist. That was probably why there was a lamp post by the entrance of this Shipyard, cause the mist was so thick it was like darkness. Only difference was that you see white and grey, not black. He lowered his head, giving a 'tch' sound after a few failed attempts to tell the time. He had been so long in the forest that he may have lost his track of time. Letting his crimson eyes turn abck to her, he started to pace forward, an attempt to get closer to the teacher so as to allow him easier communication. It was rather dumb standing in the same place and talking to each other over such a long distance, especially in this mist.

Stopping about a few feet away from the teacher, Chrynos stopped in his tracks as the teacher started to debate with herself as to how they were going to reach the Academy. Walk? Swim? Ride a boat? Now, walking did not sound so bad. Chrynos had been walking and he felt less than tired. He still had enough energy to walk out of the forest straight. Swimming did not sound so appealling, though, especially in such dark waters. One could never be too sure what kind of monsters lay waiting at the water bed. Ride a boat was the safest, yet the most mundane way of reaching the Academy. Letting out a sigh, he gave the teacher a small smile. He was patient. Yes, he was patient. He leaned his weight on his right leg, his left leg loosely standing there as he started to scout around, just in case. He was a ninja, and a theif at that. He was raised to always be cautious about his surroundings. Getting sneaked up on like the teacher had done so two times in a single day would be humiliating for a ninja like him.

"Well, tell me when you've decided."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Oh! I have it!" She exclaimed, she then proceeded to tap her staff on the ground, and a big red couch appeared in front of the two, fading in from the air. "Now, sit down, my boy!" she nodded as she jumped over the back of the couch and seated herself comfortably. She smacked the seat cushon, next to her, designating a spot for her student."We should be at The Academy soon enough with this baby! Built her myself, outta rusty nails and rubberbands!"

[Chrynos]

He smiled as she stated that she finally came to an answer, his red eyes darting back to her as he waited curiously for the answer. Then, as she raised her staff, his smile disappeared, replaced with a curious expression as he watched the staff intently. Magic had always interested the young male. Their fundementals, their rituals, everything. Too bad he did not have the potential to actually become a mage, but soon enough, he would learn. It was a powerful weapon that was based off one's imagination and considering it was Chrynos, who had a pretty good imagination when it comes to fight strategies, moves and tactics, he would be much more formidable.

As the staff touched the ground, then, a big red couch would appear in front of the pair. Chrynos let his red eyes gaze on the similiarly coloured furniture. He heard the teacher's voice, his eyes turning back to her but only to find it returning to the couch as she jumped onto it, sitting herself down and patting on the couch beside where she sat. Curious and somewhat amazed, he turned on his right heel as he removed his cloak. It had been wet from the mist and he preferred not to wet the teacher's couch. Folding it quickly and holding it on his right arm, he sat himself down, the teacher then starting to explain and brag about having the couch built out of rubberbands and rusty nails. Chrynos' eyes widened as he turned his head to look at her in disbelief.

"Wait... What?!"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Some chewing gum was involved as well..." Donna was joking, of course... but she wondered whether or not Chrynos had picked that detail up. "Nevermind... so let's goooooo!" she exclaimed as she pointed her staff towards the school and the water, soon enough the couch began sliding accross the wood planks and towards the water, Oh God, Oh Kipp, Oh Buddha, Oh whoever! Please don't let the couch fall in the water... again.

The couch did smell suspiciously of dead fish, after all.

[Chrynos]

Chrynos twitched. Chewing gum too? He let out a sigh as he turned towards the water, his right hand tightening its grip on the cloak as he shifted himself into a more comfortable position. He gulped. As much as he hated it, he knew he could trust this teacher. After all, she was a teacher and even if something happened to him and he couldn't save himself, she should be able to. As long as Chrynos reached there in one whole piece, he would be glad.

Then, the couch began to slide towards the water. This time, he was confident. He removed any sort of worry, hesitation and fear from his face, knowing that each such emotion he displayed would only weaken his will. He lowered his head, letting his red eyes stare deep into the water as he readied himself for what was to come. He may be an awkward and hilarious individual out of battle, but in battle, he was as serious as one can be. And being a ninja, he was taught to always be prepared for battle. He ignored every single thing, the weird-smelling couch, the unusual, yet entertaining, master teacher as he focusd on one thing. The waters. His voice regaining confidence and calmness, he spoke.

"How long till we get there?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"HOEMAHGAWD! Yew tink teh Donna ish entertaining?" she asked, completely disreguarding the question she was asked as they continued to slide, dropping to the water when they had left the dock, "AGH! NOT AGAIN!" she screamed, wrapping her arms around Chrynos as if to use him as a life preserver (because her life was obviously so much more important than his, duh!). Luckily though, that wasn't neccesary because they soon pulled up and resumed towards the school. Donna now sat up, a serious look on her face, and a calm tone in her voice- the slightest tinge of an english accent"You were saying?"

[Chrynos]

Wait, what? He turned his attention towards her, his concentration and focus suddenly distracted as she yelled out a surprising question. His eyes widened. Did she just read his mind? Chrynos' felt a little insecure, knowing that such a teacher could even reach into the depths of his thoughts. And then, before he knew it, the teacher lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his. Chrynos let out a surprised yelp as he slightly blushed, never having much contact with a female before. In his whole childhood, it had all about been conflict, bloodshed, battles, politics. He never saw women as any better than a man, having killed a few in battle. Though, he did doubt the physical capabilities of the female species.

Then, Chrynos felt his legs enter the surprisingly cold water, sending shivers up his spine as he placed one arm around the teacher's waist, preparing to swim upwards when the couch sank into the water. This was all part of his basic instinct as a fighter, having been put in plenty of tough situations. Almost drowning was not unfamiliar to him. Before the water could go any higher than Chrynos' ankles, though, the couch rose back up to the top of the water. Chrynos kept still, watching as it slid forward across the water. The teacher then shifted, getting off him. Reacting naturally, he removed his arm from around her waist, having found no reason to try and save her anyway.

He turned his head to look at her, that serious expression back to his face once more, but once he caught sight of Donna's, it slightly faded away. That was a first. He never thought she could be serious at all, thinking of her as one of those aloof and playful teachers that seemed to act much younger than they were. Perhaps she was not so bad after all. Staying calm as he felt the water soak up the soles of his cloth shoes, he spoke.

"How long till we get there?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"You just asked that question..." Donna pointed out, shaking her head, "We'll get there when we get there.... but have we gotten you a class schedule yet, I don't remember." She had many other things on her mind at the moment, and unfortunately, the staff she carried didn't exactly help her with keeping order in her thoughts, the staff made her mind go all wonky like a funhouse mirror, rather unfortunate. She was really level-headed when she was distanced from the staff.

[Chrynos]

"That's cause yo-"

Chrynos simply stopped, realising that he would never hear the end of it from her. He only had a somewhat brief glimpse of her personality and yet, he could already tell how most of her replies would be. He was about to say that Donna had inquired as to what he had said earlier, but realised that she would only shoot him back with an unneccessary and pointless comment, so he simply kept his mouth shut. Her answer was not so surprising too, though it was, somewhat, to the point. They would indeed get there when they got there. Chrynos pulled his eyes away from Donna, letting them gaze into the mist in front of them, expecting to see the silhoutte of the Academy soon.

As she inquired about his class schedule, Chrynos simply replied with a 'no', his voice deep and his tone calm, as always. This being his first time in the Academy and also having only heard of it from rumours, he was unsure of how it worked. If he had known that he would have a schedule, he would have asked, but sadly, the lack of information he had prevented him from doing so. As he would reply, his red eyes would return to Donna. A form of respect, so to say. Always look at the person when you are talking to him, or her, in this case. With that said, Chrynos once more fixed his eyes pointlessly into the mist, waiting for a single hint of the Academy.