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Post by S. on Feb 13, 2008 17:25:56 GMT -5
Moonlight glinted off of Edensong's purplish skin, making it seem to glow silver as she rushed off the boat that had transported her here, a slight nervousness in her wine-hued eyes. The captain of the boat she'd just descended from was a rather strange fellow, and his cold gaze wouldn't stray from the finer parts of her body for the larger half of the journey. The elf's uneasiness soon faded as the fresh dawn sun peeked over a distant mountaintop, causing the fog to dissipate and reveal that the mentioned boat had departed once again. Another uneasy shiver quickly followed the relief of the previous one, though, when Eden realized she was alone.
Taking a deep breath, Eden walked up the dock and just before it met land, sat, dangling her lower legs over the edge. A morning breeze ruffled the feathers in her hair, and she drew her navy cloak tightly around her slender shoulders, pulling her legs up and crossing them close to her body. Eden looked around, frowning slightly and biting the inside of her cheek. She wasn't sure what to do, and decided to wait, her garnet gaze directing itself towards the surface of the water.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 13, 2008 17:42:11 GMT -5
A man came out from a thick fog behind, whistling some strange and unheard of tune. As he came closer, it was revealed that the man seemed a bit out of place, looking exactly like a Baseball Umpire. A regular umpiring mask concealed parts of his face, as well as having a seemingly puffed out chest and broad shoulders from the chest pads underneath the blue shirt with a red number 8 on it. Underneath the gray khakis he wore were shinguards, although why he wore it was almost a mystery. On his hip was a simple pouch with three pockets, two smaller ones on the outside and a large one for storing large umpiring necessities. "Ess?" he asked, a bit crazily.
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Post by S. on Feb 13, 2008 17:56:20 GMT -5
Slightly startled, Eden stood, her cloak billowing back and rippling the cool air, making her spine tingle again.
"No..." She said, her eyes sweeping over the man's strange attire, a style which she'd never seen anything like in her life. "I am called Edensong Yrothalis, or a bit more easily, Eden. And yourself?" Her voice was rough but low and quiet.
Straightening her posture, the elf lass rose to her full height, hoping to seem a lot more confident in what she was doing than she'd ever be. She was unaware of who the stranger was and ever since her voice was stolen, she had been quite wary of strangers. Subconsciously, Eden ran a long, thin finger over the amethyst of her pendant.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 13, 2008 22:00:01 GMT -5
((Lol, blond moment for meh. I get those now and again))
"Ess, Eden, same thing," the man said as he shrugged. Yellow eyes glistened in the little light that got through to them as a sly smirk came across his face. "Well, many people have called me many different things, but you can call me Dale, and I will be your Master Teacher at this oh so glorious institution of Twilight Moon Academy." The girl was a bit afraid of the chaotic man, most people disliked chaos when they met it face to face.
He pulled out an umpire ticker from the pouch on his hip, this one being the color of solid gold. The numbers themselves were embossed ebony. Dale whistled as he fidgeted around with the numbers and finally came to 'Strikes: 2, Balls: 3, Inning: 5' and put it back. "So, I see that you've got some magical skills. Care to demonstrate? I need to know that I'm transporting some worthwhile cargo here," Dale said.
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Post by S. on Feb 14, 2008 17:19:57 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes at his seemingly frazzled brain, the elf girl shifted her weight from foot to foot. And when he made the request for magic, she looked around nervously. The thing was, she couldn't really control her raw magic. Her dagger and shield, yes, but they mostly knew what to do themselves. Eden and her mother had mostly concentrated on hiding and staying alive, not honing the young elf's skills.
Taking a stab at covering her terrible control abilities, she said, "Well, uh, what should I do?"
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Post by demonfire on Feb 14, 2008 17:34:02 GMT -5
"What I want you do to, huh?" Dale. His left hand (yes! That is important in the umpiring world!) came up and removed and removed the face mask with his index and middle finger. Underneath the ersatz mask was the face of a relatively young man, probably in his twenties at most if going by looks. A short brim baseball cap was situated on his head backwards. "I want you to hit me as hard as you can," Dale said, pointing to his chin with his free hand. "Go ahead, as hard as you can. Sharp objects are fine, anything that can cause physical harm," Dale said. He seemed to be completely serious on the matter, something that he never usually was. His yellow eyes seemed to also tell the onlooker of his seriousness in the business. "C'mon, make it one right down the middle."
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Post by S. on Feb 14, 2008 18:11:29 GMT -5
Eden narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and then nodding slowly, causing the tips of her ears and eyebrows to bounce slightly. She waited a moment, then in a flash, had her dagger out from its hiding spot. The whole ever-changing-hiding-spot and removing-it-swiftly-and-silently had taken a lot of practice, and a lot more cuts, but she smiled slightly, realizing how good she'd gotten. Eden then glanced, unsure, from the dagger to the strange man, or, Dale. She wasn't sure if he quite meant something as sharp as that, or if she was to throw a punch. Until then, she held her dagger as any normal dagger would be held, and waited for his approval before she released YuKee.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 14, 2008 22:20:41 GMT -5
"What did I tell you? A dagger works. Stab me, shank me, whatever you call it," Dale said, a bit annoyed at the girls hesitance. "Do it right here, too," he said as he pointed to his heart. His fingers snapped in impatience. If she had previously gotten to know him, then she would have probably taken this opportunity even before he finished the sentence. "Hurt me, before I hurt you!" Dale yelled at the girl. His eyes screamed his words. So unlike Dale to be so serious, like something was going to happen. Oh well.
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Post by S. on Feb 14, 2008 22:41:01 GMT -5
Eden was quite startled; you could see it in her eyes. So she flipped her hand palm up, letting YuKee rest on it. Within a split second, it came alive, spinning, flying directly towards Dale's heart. Eden's own heart was pounding, and she furrowed her thin brows. Obviously if the crazy - yes, she finally dared to call him crazy - man would let her release a deadly weapon upon him, he was bound to have a trick or two up his sleeve. Or he just wanted himself dead.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 14, 2008 22:51:04 GMT -5
The flying dagger sunk into Dale's heart. His face went cold, blank, and lifeless; the colored drained away almost immediately. He collapsed down upon his knees in a climatic fashion, before finally falling down upon the ground. When he hit the ground, the dagger went deeper into him. Well, maybe Dale finally snapped, or maybe not. He had always been dancing on a razor's edge, often more with two left feet.
From behind the girl came another figure, exactly the same as Dale. "What?! You actually stabbed me? Jesus! No student's ever done that before without me sicking The Worm on 'em," he said. Now, it would be noticed that he was exactly the same as the Dale that was lying limp upon the ground. He went over and kicked the body over as to be lying on its back. The actual Dale bent over and 'tsked' as he pulled out the dagger from the fake Dale's heart. The stain upon the dagger was yellow, not the regular crimson hue that blood often was.
"First student, and ya passed. Congratulations," Dale said, throwing the knife to her. His mouth quivered, as if he had been hiding some terrible secret. Dale began to hold his stomach as he laughed like a hyena. Really, it wasn't that funny. Most likely he had traumatized the girl in some way, but to him that was all part of the game.
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Post by S. on Feb 14, 2008 22:59:24 GMT -5
The elf's pale crimson eyes widened almost impossibly, and her shoulders went limp, her mouth hanging open slightly. Eden could only stare as the double came up from behind her, rolled over his - the other guy's? - body, and began laughing. She only moved when YuKee was tossed to her, and when her beloved dagger was in her hand, dripping a yellow substance, she had to hold back a heave or two. Fortunately, the water was a bit less rancid than whatever coated the be-winged dagger, so Eden dipped YuKee into the body of water before drying it on her cloak and stowing it away in another new hiding spot.
When she rose from her crouch, she heard Dale speaking of a test being passed. Wiping her brow, she frowned slightly, half with relief and half in confusion. Sighing heavily, it sunk in that she hadn't committed murder within her first ten minutes of being at this new school. Whatever it was that she'd done, it seemed she'd done it right, so she allowed the edges of her drooping mouth to rise up again slightly.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 14, 2008 23:10:20 GMT -5
"You--should--have--seen your face!" Dale said as he continued to laugh. He fell down and rolled on the floor, still laughing in his hyena-like fashion. He stopped, got up, and wiped his eyes. Laughing so much had caused tears to form in his chaotic eyes. "Oh, that was good..." he said as he began to calm down. Quickly, Dale gained a serious composure, "So, now I assume we are too--" he said, interrupted by his own outbreak of laughing once again. He stopped when his sides began to actually hurt enough for himself to make him stop. "Okay, now seriously. Get me across the lake," Dale said.
With a snap of his fingers, all the boats on the dock conveniently sprung a leak. To those with no information as to Dale, they might suspect that it was something that just happened; just a bit unlucky. All but one very rickety boat, sitting at the very end of the dock. It seemed barely able to float, let alone hold two people. "So, let's get crackin'!" Dale said, snapping his fingers, "I got places to see and people to be!"
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Post by S. on Feb 15, 2008 20:25:22 GMT -5
Eden allowed herself to chuckle a bit while the man bellowed, but kept her guard up, quite realizing by now that he was not the right person to open up to. So far, at least, that was the impression she got. Spontaneity wasn't her cup of tea, so for now, she decided she'd just try and tolerate him, for both of their sakes.
The elf had readied herself to take her pick of the boats when Dale made his request, until, of course, they all simultaneously sprung a leak or two each. She sighed when her eyes came to rest on the only intact boat. Just had to be the least sturdy, didn't it? Well, that's Dale for ya, at least so far it seems... Eden though to herself, taking a deep breath before dragging her tall frame towards the small dinghy. It seemed impossible for them to both fit in, but she lowered herself in gently and waited for the, uh, fascinating man to join her. Blinking, Eden realized there were no paddles. She closed her eyes and sighed, wishing silently for some wind or something to push them along. Suddenly, a light breeze rustled the loose strands of her snowy hair, tickling the feathers against her neck. Her reddish eyes popped open, and she rubbed her skin where it still tickled a bit. Shaking her head, Eden took a deep breath and continued waiting, looking straight ahead and thinking about nothing in particular.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 17, 2008 20:44:14 GMT -5
Dale made a quick walk towards the small boat. As he approached the small craft, he hopped in the boat, without a care for its dilapidated appearance. "So, are you just going to sit here and stare off into some mist, or are we going to go?" Dale said as the boat rocked to and fro, almost falling on its side. Although it seemed like it was going to sink, it wouldn't. Dale might be a chaotic individual, but despite interpretations, he wasn't a malevolent one.
"Oh right, you need a paddle," Dale said, "Well, how about you use what you got on you? Improvisation is the key." He whistled an unrecognizable tune, something that seemed to cross 'Ride the Lightning' with 'Green Sleeves' in some utterly strange way.
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Post by S. on Feb 18, 2008 12:38:37 GMT -5
Her response was interrupted with a violent sneeze, and at the moment she sneezed a gust of wind blew them out of the dock and quite far into the water. This went unnoticed by Eden, who continued to have a sneezing fit, each sneeze shoving the boat farther across the lake. Panting, she looked up, her eyes watering. "Guh, sorry, allerg--" she was cut short when she realized the dock was no longer right next to them, and somehow they'd traveled away from it. "Wuh... ?" Edensong stuttered, and something crossed her face quickly - a twitch?
{mwahaha... are you getting this yet? =p}
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