Musei Kasumi
Freshman
[M:0]
Here it is, another chance. The dream is over...or has it just begun?
Posts: 26
|
Post by Musei Kasumi on Jan 23, 2008 19:22:06 GMT -5
A think mist covered the ship yard. Nothing could be seen but in the distance was a teen walking through the heavy mist. He stopped at the ship yard and looked around. He couldn't see anything, for some odd reason, he could not see through this mist. Then the mist began to loosen up and he could only see an entrance to a forest. Musei slowly made his way to the forest with a three shurikens in his right hand. He did not know what was in there but he did not want to be defenceless even for a second.
He took one step in the forest and he heard a twig on the ground snap. Musei threw the shurikens in the path of where the sound came from. The shurikens hit a tree and a flock of birds flew into the sky. One of the birds most have broke a branch on the tree. He cracked his neck and began to walk in to the forest. After a few minutes, Musei noticed that he was going in circles.
He passed the same tree with his shurikens in it about five times. He sighed and walked over to the tree. Reaching into his pouch on his side, he took out a bamboo flute. He leaned agenst the tree and started to play a smoothing song. The notes echoed through the mist and Musei could hear them coming back. The mist was getting thicker.
|
|
|
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 23, 2008 21:08:16 GMT -5
"Hello there?" called a voice, and in the distance a pinprick of light could be seen through the trees. It bobbed as the person carefully weaved his way through the trees. As he drew closer, one could see the man was wiry and tall, and frankly it looked like one good kick could snap him in half.
His clothes were of the classical jester wear, a motley of conflicting colors in odd shapes. His shirt had enormous sleeves that stopped just past the elbows, and his hands had short little gloves with no fingers. A jester's hat covered all of his hair (and sometimes his eyes, as it had the annoying habit of sliding down over his face) with three bells that jingled merrily as he walked.
The glow had come from a lantern he was holding, though it only gave a small bit of visibility in this fog. He had almost made it to his student, when some fancy knives nearly skewered him through. The poor jester flailed his arms wildly in an attempt to once again find balance after dodging them, but he failed. Failed in a way that can only be described as landing facefirst into the damp forest leaves. A little puppy emerged from his cape and circled twice around the weakly flickering lantern yipping curiously. It then went and sniffed Musei, pawing his pantleg.
"Well wasn't that a great trip?" the jester commented sheepishly, getting into a sitting position and wiping off a leaf that clung to his face. He could hear music now, and made his way towards his little dog's barking.
|
|
Musei Kasumi
Freshman
[M:0]
Here it is, another chance. The dream is over...or has it just begun?
Posts: 26
|
Post by Musei Kasumi on Jan 23, 2008 21:16:10 GMT -5
As he was playing his music, Musei felt something pawing at his pants. He stopped playing and looked down at the puppy. He bent down and began to pet it. "Are you lost?" He asked. Musei stopped as he heard someone coming. He quickly pulled out more shurikens and closed his eyes. He opened them and threw them at the place where he heard the sound. Musei didn't know at the time that the person he was attacking was his teacher.
|
|
|
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 24, 2008 6:37:46 GMT -5
The teacher heard the whistle of oncoming weapons just in time to duck behind another rooted friend. "Djinn?" he called out clearly, "I believe our student is fairly paranoid! Do you have any ideas?" The small dog made a little keening sound, but apparently had nothing to offer. It was the color of dark reddish rust, with two cream-colored spots under its enthusiastic brown eyes. It ran around in a circle again and then laid down unhappily.
"That's quite alright, Djinn, I'm lacking them myself," he said, trying to comfort the little beast.
|
|
Musei Kasumi
Freshman
[M:0]
Here it is, another chance. The dream is over...or has it just begun?
Posts: 26
|
Post by Musei Kasumi on Jan 24, 2008 17:43:39 GMT -5
After he threw the shuriken, Musei heard someone call him paranoid. "This has gone on far too long.." He said. Musei reached into his backpack and took out an empty bottle. The mist began to get sucked into his bottle, but it shattered into pieces. "This mist must have been enchanted..." He thought. "ok, come out. I won't attack unless you are trying to kill me." Musei said as he pulled out his sword and held it in a defence position.
|
|
|
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 24, 2008 20:57:35 GMT -5
"That's very generous of you, young sir. And I will not kill you unless you are trying to attack me," he replied with a merry shine to his eyes and a affable expression. His bells jingled as he looked around the tree, staring at the young man with jade eyes and a freckled face.
"It isn't often that people put roots down here with the trees. We're supposed to meet at the shipyard, after all. Then again, Kerret told me he had to walk to the next town's inn for a student once, so I'll consider my legs exception~ally lucky."
|
|
Musei Kasumi
Freshman
[M:0]
Here it is, another chance. The dream is over...or has it just begun?
Posts: 26
|
Post by Musei Kasumi on Jan 24, 2008 21:02:40 GMT -5
Musei put away his sword and noticed that his right hand was bleeding from the shattered glass. He took out a piece of cloth and wrapped it up tight to stop the bleeding. He walked over to the jester and took a good like at him. "So who are you anyway, the welcoming party?" He asked with a brow raised up. This guy was weird looking, why would anyone dress as a jester and run around like it was his own personal world.
|
|
|
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 27, 2008 18:15:56 GMT -5
"I am your learner, that is, your teacher," he replied with a grandiose bow and a flourish. "You'll have many teachers of specific arts at the school, but I'm assigned to concentrate solely on you, and bring out your true potential. While we're on that imposing subject, we should also choose your classes... Now where is that paper hiding?" he murmured softly, searching his wide sleeves and pulling out a large number of odd things that were not seen previously, such as a tool kit, a very long brightly colored handkerchief, five carrots, and what looked like some five year old sandwich... and more.
"Oh, I noticed that you happen to be leaking from your hand. If you want, you could let Djinn lick it for you. It will heal up like new," the teacher added as he searched, not looking up. The small dog looked up at Musei, stretching its neck up at his hand and sniffing.
|
|
Musei Kasumi
Freshman
[M:0]
Here it is, another chance. The dream is over...or has it just begun?
Posts: 26
|
Post by Musei Kasumi on Jan 27, 2008 22:11:49 GMT -5
This guy was his teacher that he was going to teach him? Musei just looked at the man with a surprised look on his face. "This guy is my teacher?" He thought. Musei just watched the man pull out stupid stuff out of his sleeves. He just rolled his eye until he said that his dog took heal his hand. "I'm ok, thanks though..." Musei said. Musei didn't like it when people wanted to help him. He could take care of himself on his own.
|
|
|
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 30, 2008 6:31:51 GMT -5
Djinn seemed rather hurt, and it sat down at Musei's feet, its tail wagging thoughtfully.
"Ha!" said his teacher with triumph. "It was behind your ear the whole time. You really should have told me." He plucked a dark green piece of parchment from Musei's ear as if the student had shoved it up there on purpose, but he didn't seem to be holding any grudges. "Alright, now I seem to remember. Your classes are as follows: learning magic in Magic, weapons in Weaponry, alchemy in Alchemy, beast-taming in Beastry, and for Master, you'll have me all to yourself. Then you have a break period for lunch or such."
"After that, a few electives exist, and you have the right to cho~ose. Music, History or Potionry are the options of period seven, and Holy, Flare, or Summoning are available for eighth. Ninth period offers Dragoon, Samurai, or Thievery, and Tenth is Puppetmaster or Survival."
"If you have any thoughts that don't seem to add up, feel free to ask. I'll do my best to answer, or my name isn't Ambrosius Penrose!" He backflipped and struck a pose, and Djinn, not wanting to be left out of the fun, rolled over next to him and did the same.
|
|
Musei Kasumi
Freshman
[M:0]
Here it is, another chance. The dream is over...or has it just begun?
Posts: 26
|
Post by Musei Kasumi on Jan 30, 2008 23:47:48 GMT -5
Musei just rolled his eyes and unwrapped his hand. He bent down and let out his hand for the dog to like. "Well, do I have choose my electives right now?" He asked as pet the dog with his other hand.
((sorry, I have writer's block...))
|
|
|
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Feb 2, 2008 19:57:14 GMT -5
"I was hoping that you shall," the jester answered with a rhyme. Djinn rose halfway up, its feet lifting off of the ground, and started licking at Musei's hand. Considering its job done the dog then proceeded to curl up on the ground, sneezing once or twice at the thick, clammy air.
"And as we walk, if you will. The forest is a ways from the shipyard, the shipyard is a ways from the school, and we won't have a ghost of a chance if those specters catch up with us." Ambrosius moved through the trees towards the shores of the haunted lake, humming an old cheerful tune.
|
|
Musei Kasumi
Freshman
[M:0]
Here it is, another chance. The dream is over...or has it just begun?
Posts: 26
|
Post by Musei Kasumi on Feb 3, 2008 2:48:17 GMT -5
Musei smiled as he looked at his so called teacher. "Well, I guess I will take music, summoning, samurai, and survival." He said. "What do you mean specters, are we in danger?" Musei asked. If they were followed, why didn't his teacher warn him. Musei picked up Djinn and took off into the trees. He began to jump tree from tree to try to get to the shipyard.
|
|
|
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Feb 4, 2008 6:48:47 GMT -5
"That's a pretty squirrelly skill you have there," he noted, grinning at Musei's tree hopping. "We are not in danger per-say, but the shipyard itself is haunted. Spirits in the sands, wraiths in the waters, demons in the dories..." He shuddered, picking up the pace. "If from the path we do not stray, we'll make it yet past the bay."
Djinn ran on the grass, now slippery with sand. The shipyard came into view, skeletal fingers of ancient masts raking the stormy sky above, all floating on dark roiling waters.
|
|
Musei Kasumi
Freshman
[M:0]
Here it is, another chance. The dream is over...or has it just begun?
Posts: 26
|
Post by Musei Kasumi on Feb 4, 2008 21:23:06 GMT -5
Musei jumped out of the tree and landed on the dock. He looked around saw the bones and the boats everywhere. "I thought you said this place was haunted and like no one would be here but us?" He asked. With that, he waited for an answer.
|
|