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Post by demonfire on Feb 12, 2008 21:28:16 GMT -5
A gas-masked figured emerged from the dense fog in a forest-scheme camouflage outfit. He was holding a plain duffel bag filled to maximum capacity with provisions and clothes. On his waist was a simple knife sheathe, inside was a simple knife. Matt walked up to the dock before dropping his duffel bag and then using it as a pillow to rest his head. The three dog tags around his neck jingled together, echoing through the fog as if some sort of warning beacon that sailors might use to warn other sailors.
Matt silently dug into his pocket and pulled out a simple ball of metal. He threw it up and down with no real objective, no rhyme for his reason. It was just Matt sitting next to a dock, throwing a metal ball into the air and humming the tune to 'When Ivan Meets GI Joe', cutting through the fog like a knife. The notes came out of the gas mask a bit monotone and bored, as well as muffled from the gas mask itself. The werewolf seemed bored, to say the least. All he really cared about doing was getting his lycan instincts and drive under check, although the Marine hadn't thought too much past that point. He was too driven on his main goal, and never gave any thought to the fact that most likely he'd be Court Marshalled for abandoning his post and killing two other officers. It wasn't like the superiors would even believe the whole 'Werewolf' thing, hell, Matt could hardly believe it himself.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 20, 2008 17:08:14 GMT -5
A small old man shuffled accross the Ghost Shipyards, hobbling weakly and depending very much on his walking cane. He was dressed in red robes, seemingly asian in origin and he himself seemed vaguely asian in origin. He smiled as he approached the werewolf, the only noise he made was the 'shff shff shff' of he feet on the wooden planks and the occasional 'click' of his walking staff.
Come to notice it, the staff looked kinda odd. It was a tall thing made of wood, the design of a dragon wrapped around it, onyx claws and fangs inlaid on the carving. A part of the staff seemed to be worn down considerably, as if it had been hit against very many times, he must have been a clumsy old man or something.
He walked really slow, though...
'Shfff shffff shffff click shffff shfffff shfffff shffff click shffff shfff shfff shfff click shfff shfff click click shfff,' the man stopped to catch his breath and then continued to walk in his sluggish, old person pace, 'shff shff shff click shff shff click shff shff shff click...'
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Post by demonfire on Feb 20, 2008 17:37:06 GMT -5
Matt's ears twitched from the sound of the elderly man and his beaten cane. The ball he was throwing up in the air ceased to go up again as it was shoved back into the pocket of the rough fabric of his pants. He got up lazily, not really in much of a rush. His hand went to the somewhat concealed knife in defense, unaware of the status of the approaching person. Matt turned around and pulled out the knife in one fluid motion, bringing his hand up to face level and the knife in a killing position. He relaxed when he saw just an old man.
Matt put the knife away in a quick pace, spinning it around in his hand with some kind of skill that came from obviously having way too much free time on his hands. His eyes shot out from under the gas mask at what might be considered a 'dirty' look. He picked up his duffel bag and simply stared at the man. Matt wasn't too fond of authoritarian figures, parents, and elders. All seemed to just bark orders at people.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 20, 2008 17:50:58 GMT -5
Satonaro lookedat the weapon, no expression of shock or suprise appeared on his face, he just continued to shuffle along, as if keeping pace with a snail or something that might be inching along with him, but in honesty, it seemed as if a snail might get ahead of him at the pace he was going.
'shff shfff shfff click shfff shfff click...' a pause and he opened his mouth, drawing in a breath, about to call to Matt- 'shff shfff click shfff shfff click...' nope, he just continued walking.
It was a tad irritating, and he seemed to be heading at what he might have considered a hurried pace, the average person would have offered to help him. Apparently Matt wasn't part of this group of 'average people' which was rather unfortunate.
"So rude..." the old man muttered as he shuffled along sluggishly.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 20, 2008 19:48:09 GMT -5
Matt glanced at the old man from under Roc, now with somewhat of an insulted appearance. "Rude?" Matt said from under his gas mask, as if questioning reality and what he had said. From what he had gathered from the single sentence, he thought the old man was a bof. Great, just what he needed. An uneasy wariness came across his eyes, Matt was what you would call a man of few words before he became anything close to comfortable. The air around him seemed to give off a feel of something close to saying, 'And you get off saying that?' although Matt did nothing. Matt slung the duffel bag over his shoulder while he dug his free hand into his pocket, as if he was expecting to go somewhere. At the rate he was going, it'd be a blessing if he got close.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 20, 2008 20:09:31 GMT -5
"Of course, it'll take me forever to get from here to there and I'm going to be so tired by the time we get anywhere and you have the nerve to sit around, boy." Satonaro said, his tone one of sensibility, no criticism at all and not a single note of superiority. He spoke to Matt as if they were equals and he tapped the ground with his staff. "I'm required before we get going, to ask you a question- might you have anyway to get us to The Academy on your own? Or will I have to provide transportation?" He inquired, the silly old man smiling as he spoke, still busily shuffling accross the shipyards...
'...shfff shfff shff click shfff shfff shfff click shfff shfff click shff shfff shfff click...'
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Post by demonfire on Feb 20, 2008 20:35:00 GMT -5
The 'equality' air seemed to allow Matt to ease himself into the change of scenery. He took a deep breath and relaxed his body, which now lost its tension. "I think you'll have to," Matt said, short, sweet, and to the point. Even if the old man was all into humbleness and equality, he was still very slow. Matt watched the old man continue walking, as if giving him some sort of head-start towards whatever form of transportation he had in mind. The old man seemed a bit out of place to Matt.
He shifted his weight, sending a creak through the rickety (and somewhat dilapidated) dock. Somewhat unnerved by it, Matt kept his weight and center of gravity where it was, unaware of how long this platform would last. Just like allying with the French, don't ask 'Can we count on the French, ask 'How long 'till France collapses, he thought to himself. Someone in the US Military that didn't know at least one French joke? Of course!
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 20, 2008 20:50:51 GMT -5
The old man nodded, understanding in his expression and he shuffled quietly towards a boat, a rather smallish, unimpressive boat compaired to the large ships around them, but it didn't matter, really. He took a few moments getting into the rickety boat and he waved Matt over, "We'll just take this boat there, I'm sure our good friend here won't mind..." he motioned to a tall man sitting on the opposite side of the boat from Satonaro, there was a single seat in between the two people which was reserved for Matt.
The tall man with the oars looked towards Matt, he was a fairly odd being indeed, wearing a black cloak but it was apparent that his skin was blue in color. Really, really odd. He blinked his eyes placidly, honestly, he couldn't believe he was put to the job of following Satonaro around and making sure that he didn't die in a place that inconvenienced anyone. Aaaaannyyyy day now... he just had to wait, and then he could continue about his buisness stalking around the school... he really should be keeping an eye on his student... but it was hard to watch two people at the same time.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 20, 2008 21:17:58 GMT -5
Matt eyed the man cautiously; it wasn't everyday the man encountered strange, blue-skinned people before. Guess he's here to make sure the old man doesn't die, Matt thought to himself as he warily made his way into the boat. He sat facing Satonaro while putting his duffel bag behind him. The boat shook a bit as he stepped into the craft.
Matt made a calm look over to the blue-skinned man. To be honest, the man (or what seemed like a man to him) reminded him of the Grim Reaper. Just what he wanted to see: a death omen before he got to the school.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 20, 2008 21:46:49 GMT -5
Tamir's wings shifted uncomfortably under the cloak and he began rowing, propelling the boat onward and towards The Academy. "Not quite, just making sure he doesn't die in a bad place..." Tamir explained telepathically to Matt, "And I'm no Grim Reaper- good thing, too." there was a slight smile on his face as he spoke the telepathic thoughts into Matt's mind.
"We'll need to get your class schedule made... of course." Satonaro thought aloud as he looked over the water silently. "Oh, and my blue friend is Tamir, in case he hasn't told you his name..." Satonaro nodded, still not looking towards Matt or Tamir, instead keeping his eyes on the misty waters, you could faintly see the shapes of ghosts just under the surface, really quite interesting...
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Post by demonfire on Feb 21, 2008 15:11:49 GMT -5
Well, you got your work cut out for you; looks like he's avoiding death by a gnat's whisker, Matt thought, unaware if Tamir was still picking up on his thoughts. Tamir, it was a strange name, but then again, the man called Tamir wasn't much of an average person either. Not really understanding the old man's interest in the water, he looked over and peered at it, seeing faint glimmers of past lives. Somewhat disturbed by spirits in the water, he averted his gaze back into the small boat. "Might as well do it now," Matt said, with what might be considered a monotone voice.
Geez, give the Brit a break. It's not like they have dragon-men and spirit-infested lakes in London.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 22, 2008 13:11:30 GMT -5
Or do they? anyways, back on topic, naow. Satonaro looked towards Matt, "First off you have Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, Master Class and a Break period. Afterwards you have the optional classes. Music, History or Potionry for seventh, Holy, Flare, or Summoning for eighth, Samurai, Thievery, or Dragoon for ninth, finally Survival or puppetmaster for tenth." he nodded a silly old man smile on his face, making you half expecting to hear him exclaim 'I lost my marbles!' any minute now, but it never came. Tamir just kinda waited patiently as he rowed the boat towards Twilight Moon Academy.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 22, 2008 13:24:59 GMT -5
Matt stared at the old man for a minute, wow, he actually got to choose something for once. "History, flare, thievery, and then Survival," Matt said after he had gotten his choices right in his head. Matt looked at Satonaro again, and worried for not only the old man's sanity, but for his own as well. If this was the guy that was going to be teaching him, he should save up for therapy now. But then again, it seemed at first like the entire school would be like this. Matt better work on therapy for himself.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 22, 2008 13:41:35 GMT -5
Satonaro nodded, "And now I have to give you a gift... hmmm..." he reached into his sleeve to pull something out and he pulled out a pencil, "no..." next he pulled out a person, believe it or not. He tossed the odd being onto the bottom of the boat.
Neko whimpered, his green eyes looking towards Matt obviously Neko was having a bad day, his tail twitching nervously.
Next Satonaro pulled out a bowling ball, "no..." he tossed it to the bottom of the boat as well, and might I say, that was an instant K.O. for Neko. The bowling ball hitting him on the head and the slightest stream of blood came from his forehead. Satonaro didn't seem to really notice as he continued to pull things from his sleeves, silk flowers, a tube of toothpaste, a bottle of Powerade, paper, finally he pulled out a little brown paper bag, "Here we go!" he exclaimed.
Tamir looked vaguely worried for the bleeding catboy on the bottom of the boat, but only vaguely worried.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 22, 2008 13:49:35 GMT -5
Matt looked at the objects that emerged from Satonaro's seemingly endless supply of sleeve stuff. He looked at the cat boy with a cross between confusion and pity, mixed in with a touch of apathy to cancel some of the pity out. When the bowling ball hit the thing in the head and knocked it out, Matt just pushed Neko away with his foot, more towards Satonaro. What? He didn't want weird Were cat-demons on his side of the boat for Pete's sake!
Matt eyed the brown-paper bag cautiously, honestly half-expecting something about it to be booby-trapped. He seemed to want Satonaro to take out whatever it was inside, as Matt didn't want to fall prey to a possible myriad of traps that could possibly be contained in The Sleeve of Satonaro.
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