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Post by demonfire on Feb 18, 2008 16:44:50 GMT -5
"Nifty," Dale said as he dug into his Umpire Pouch and produced a pen and a checklist. "So, you've got some electives to choose from here, Eden:
For the first 6 periods of the day, everyone will have the same schedual: 1: Magic 2: Weaponry 3: Alchemy 4: Beastry 5: Master 6: BREAK
Then comes the optional classes.
For period 7 classes, students choose ONE of the three: Music, History, Potionry
For period 8 classes, students choose ONE of the three: Holy, Flare, Summoning
For period 9 classes, students choose ONE of the three: Dragoon, Samurai, Thievery
For period 10 classes, students choose ONE of the two: Puppetmaster, Survival."
Dale awaited Eden to make her choices as the boat began to move towards the Academy by herself. "I'll take it from here," he said. Tentacles began to move out of the water as it moved, gripping onto the rickety boat with what appeared to be mouths. Underneath the vessel was an immensely large shadow, as if it were the sea monster in some horror movie.
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Post by S. on Feb 18, 2008 22:53:38 GMT -5
Eden listened carefully to the choices but was immediately distracted by the tentacly-things wrapping themselves around the boat. She glanced at Dale once or twice but he seemed as if it barely phased him; well, what would you expect from a man like that? Shuddering, Eden looked up towards the sky, anything to direct her gaze away from the overpowering shadow beneath the rickety skiff. The elf took a gulp of air and then a deep breath, blowing it out with a fshwooo sound.
"All right then, for class seven I'll take Potionry, for eight I'll have Summoning, then Dragoon I suppose... Can you explain the last two to me?" She requested quietly, choosing them thoughtfully and slowly.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 20, 2008 14:59:08 GMT -5
"Well, Puppetmaster is learning how to control inanimate objects--mostly puppets, go figure--with magic. Survival is pretty much self-explanatory," Dale said, shrugging with his pen and checklist in hand. He made half-hearted efforts to fill in the boxes of what Eden chose for classes.
The tentacles began to make their way into the boat, moving around inside and such, as if in curiosity, or something more malevolent. "Ah, here you are! I thought I actually had to work for a minute!" Dale said, as in response to the appearance of the tentacles becoming more known.
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Post by S. on Feb 21, 2008 22:47:32 GMT -5
{uughh stupid proboards blip. took my will to RP -_- i made such a nice post too ;_;}
Edensong nodded, "Survival then, please..." she trailed off and watched him do hardly what she'd call "finish" the checklist, but her attention was soon distracted by the tentacles. She couldn't help but wondering what they wanted, and in slight disgust, pulled her legs up and crossed them on the seat, mentally checking her dagger's hiding spot. Dale's lazy-sounding comment towards the tentacles made her roll her eyes and hide a smile. Sure, the man was nearly psychotic, but she found people like that quite lovable. At the slimy noise of an appendage slithering around at her feet, Eden looked down to glare at the "curious" tentacle.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 22, 2008 7:49:29 GMT -5
((XD))
Dale checked off 'Survival' with scribbling in the box with half the effort apparently needed to completely fill it in. "And now you get a present," Dale said, with a mischievous grin upon his face. He snapped his fingers and the tentacle by Eden's feet seemed to spit up something. Underneath the vile, disgusting color that could only come from a creature under the will of one such as Dale, was what appeared to be an orb, or something globular. "You're going to have to eat it," Dale said, "Just as it is."
In his hand some invisible object moved around in his fingers, although what it was was impossible to tell for obvious reasons.
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Post by S. on Feb 22, 2008 13:52:39 GMT -5
Edensong gulped hard, her gaze jerking from the tentacle to its production. A moment of dizziness swept over, and a feeling of... what was it? Yes - a feeling of deja vu accompanied that dizziness. She just shook it off and picked up the orb, pinching it between her index finger and thumb, examining it silently. The size wouldn't be a problem - as a young child, she'd accidentally swallowed bugs bigger than this. But the vomit-colored slime coating the small sphere was what stopped her from immediately popping it into her mouth. It might taste good... how would YOU know? Her inner conscience taunted her - it seemed to be the opposite of most consciences, always prodding her to do bad. It was as if the angel on her shoulder had taken a life-long lunch break and the devil on the other shoulder took over. Shaking her head, she brought it closer to her mouth, hoping that maybe, yes, it would not taste as gag-inducing as it looked. In one fell swoop, Edensong slipped it into her mouth and swallowed hard. Nope. It tasted just as it looked. She tried desperately not to retch it back up.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 22, 2008 14:04:29 GMT -5
As Eden gulped down the unknown object, a flash appeared from a digital camera. Dale looked at the masterpiece that was now saved on his universal blackmail/funny moment saver. "That's definitely a keeper!" he said as he continued just looking at Eden's expression of revolt and disgust. "This is going on the bulletin board," he said as he slipped the digital device into his Umpire Pouch. Really, it was amazing that he could store that much stuff in such a relatively small case. It wouldn't be advised to put your hand through, though.
"Naw, you just ate a blank orb covered in Worm spit. Here's your real gift," Dale said as the once invisible object in his hand became visible, revealing a black orb with a maroon center, which lighted up with a blue lightning every once in a while.
Eden receives:
Lightning's Orb This orb is a pure black with a maroon center, lighting up every once in a while with a small shock of lightning. It feels static-y to touch. The Lightning's Orb can allow one to summon an armor of lightning around a certain limb of the body for a short time, shocking any opponent numb for a little while. It can only be used once per battle. WARNING: Using this object will be tiring at first, practice with it to be accustomed to the amount of energy needed.
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Post by S. on Feb 22, 2008 14:20:16 GMT -5
Eden could not help but glare at the man when she was told that she'd basically just swallowed the spit of whatever creature had taken over the guidance of the boat. Snorting defiantly, she tried not to hurl up the useless orb back up into his lap, as much as she realized she wanted to. But, as many a teenager would be, her momentary hate for him was distracted by the shiny object that had formed in his hand. Edensong stared curiously at it, wondering what its use was and if it was really for her. She did not extend her hand to receive it, though, for fear he'd do something else that might make her vomit.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 22, 2008 14:25:12 GMT -5
"It won't do anything bad; I'm not that mischievous," Dale said as he rolled the orb around in his hand. He extended it out to Eden. "Y'know, you could take, or I could just throw your gift into the lake, where it will most probably be eaten," Dale said, as he continued to roll the orb in his palm.
"Well, if you don't want it..." Dale said, as a tentacle came up next to it, as if ready to swallow it whole, although it stopped before it, seemingly anticipating some move by Eden. "Well? Deal, or no deal?" the chaotic man asked.
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Post by S. on Feb 22, 2008 14:37:14 GMT -5
A small, materialistic cough escaped Eden's throat before she could stop it. She reached for the orb, attempting to extend her arm steadily and not with the greedy snatch that her mind was screaming for her to commence with. He's gonna throw it off the boat! Get it before that tentacled beast eats it! Something along those lines was what the little devil on her shoulder was screeching. She could almost feel him stomping his smoldering feet on the part of her shoulder where her neck meets, tugging on the feathers in her hair and directing his squeaky voice towards her pointed ear. Once Eden was in possession of the orb, the wailing stopped, and the demon on her shoulder was still.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 22, 2008 14:45:53 GMT -5
"That's better, ain't it?" Dale asked as the boat began to move again and the tentacles slithered back underneath the water. It continued onward with a steady pace, and soon the Academy was right in front of them. The boat stopped at the shore, and the large being underneath the water seemingly disappeared as it touched the earth. "And now for one last test, a question if you will," Dale said in quite the serious tone. "What's the same between a flamingo and a desk?" he asked without a joking tone present anywhere on his voice or his countenance. "You don't have to answer it now, but you must ponder it before our meeting in your Master Class," he said.
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Post by S. on Feb 26, 2008 17:56:28 GMT -5
"Mmmmnn..." Eden grumbled. She had a touch of greed in her, but it was more of a starving-child greed than a I-want-everything greed. She'd never gotten much, so when she did get something, she was rather protective of it. Being modest at heart, though, she didn't want to let the insatiably materialistic part of her show through. Also the type to play tough, she hid her relief when the tentacles receded.
When Dale requested another answer to be squeezed out from her stony silence, she couldn't help but roll her eyes a bit. Finding the question challenging, though, the previously-rolled maroon eyes gazed with a hunger for philosophy at the umpire-clad man. This was something Edensong was not afraid to hide. Riddles and puzzles were her weakness, as well as her strength. She loved ones she could solve, but just as well, she got endlessly frustrated when she couldn't solve one. Relief did show on her smooth lavender face now, but this time at Eden's learning she'd have time to contemplate the question.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 26, 2008 18:06:35 GMT -5
"Think about it," Dale said, "Oh, and you'll want to get yourself a dorm room for your contemplations." He looked at his umpire clicker that he once again produced from his umpire pouch before he waved goodbye to Eden. His body slowly but surely began to disappear, eventually until all that was left was his smiling mouth in a very Cheshire-Cat-like fashion. Well, he was showing Eden how far the rabbit hole goes, albeit strangely, but the rabbit hole is indeed a strange place.
When his mouth disappeared, so did the boat, slowly becoming nothing starting from Dale's side and slowly but surely making its way towards Eden. On the sand of the shore behind her, should she pay attention to it before she most likely trampled it trying to get out of a disappearing boat was a message reading, "Reality is nothing."
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Post by S. on Mar 22, 2008 14:51:39 GMT -5
{aww man i totally forgot about this >,<'}
At the receding of the boat, Eden clambered out and stumbled back onto the sand, falling rump-first hard onto the salt water-washed shore. The tide flowed up shyly to tickle her boot-clad feet, and she pushed herself back onto the drier part of the beach, completely aware that her cloak was probably either soaking wet or covered in sand by now. When the boat was gone, she frowned a little frown of confused annoyance and stood, shaking off the worst of the yellow-white material from her dark cloak. Upon turning, she saw a smeared message. From what she could see, it read "realitv is nothing". Supposing she'd sat where what appeared to be a "v" was, Edensong used what little common sense she had left to rely on (and it wasn't much, after the encounter with Dale) and put it together in her mind. "Reality is nothing," she repeated to herself. It didn't make sense, but she figured she'd feel like nothing made sense for a great while, especially if she was to be around her wacky teacher more than once an eternity.
With a glance upward, Eden could gather that there was a small stretch of beach before her, and beyond that, a less-than-friendly looking forest with just a narrow, overgrown path leading through it to... The elf could not help but gasp with delight. A spindly tower stretched toward the sky, the newly-appeared sun glinting off the tip. Twilight Moon Academy... A little grin stretched across her mouth, spreading apart her slightly darker-than-lavender lips to reveal sharp, pearly white teeth. So close... Edensong strode forward purposefully, ignoring the further smearing her boots were doing of the message written upon the sand. She was so close...
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