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Post by Sea on Mar 8, 2008 12:31:31 GMT -5
A blond haired figure climbed over decaying timbers, carrying two cat carriers on top of each other in one arm, a large suitcase in the other, and a backpack on her back. She panted with effort, her cat ears were flat as though even they were being drained, and her tail drooped. She wore a long sweatshirt, and something squirmed and chattered in the pocket. Her eyes were half-closed and weary. She stopped when she reached a rickety pier, and put down her bags. She leaned against a pole, and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a paper, and a squirming weasel, which she promptly put back. She opened the form. 'Sanura O'Malley.' Wrong. She pulled a pencil out of her blue backpack, and scribbled out 'Sanura', and wrote somthing different. 'Sanura Sanet O'Malley' There. That was right. She let out a yawn, her fangs visible even in the fog. She never could sleep on trains. Just a quick nap wouldn't hurt. If some Academy wanted her so bad, they could wake her up themselves. And with that, her head fell upon her chest, and she gently nodded off, her ears and tail twitching occasionally.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 9, 2008 13:45:00 GMT -5
"Lassie, i' woul' be advise tha' ye didn' fall aslee' in such a place as this." Came a lighthearted reel of a voice, obviously Scots-Irish in origin. The voice was male and it came off as rather kind, if Sanet would open her eyes she'd see that such a voice came from a rather short elf, no doubt a bit shorter than five feet tall, probably around four foot ten. His eyes were a hue of purple and his long hair which was pulled back in a ponytail was the most peculiar shade of blue green. The lower half of his face was hidden behind a metallic mask of sorts which was certainly odd and there was likely to be a reason behind it. The vertically challenged elf was clothed in a long black jacket with three throwing axes strapped to his back and a leather pouch at his side that was filled with God-knows-what.
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Post by Sea on Mar 9, 2008 13:51:36 GMT -5
Sanet stirred. It sounded like her grandfather when he came to visit. "Grandpa?" she murmured. She opened her eyes, and let out a little squeak of surprise. "You... You're not grandpa! Oh... wait... I remember. You must be the Master Teacher, right?" She stood up, towering over the little elf at almost six feet tall. "Why should I be careful?" This had all really taken her by surprise, and though she normally would have been haughty and snappy to the odd little man, but his voice was so like her grandfather's... she couldn't help but smile. Any misgivings were melting away. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. She began to gather up her luggage.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 9, 2008 14:23:20 GMT -5
Terent looked at the cat carriers, "Ye 'ave pets, d'ye? Well fi'st o' all, people coul' take them, an secon' o' all, someone coul' very likely take ye." he was currently looking curiously towards the felines, meanwhile atop the elf's head was a small gecko-like creature who looked untrustingly at the cats. The gecko had a pair of dragonfly wings atop it's back, obviously not a normal gecko. Terent reached up and patted the creature on his head, "I's 'kay, Smi'y." he said to the creature named 'Smitty' in a calming tone. The reason why Terent reminded the person of thier grandfather was something completely lost to the RPer, though, considering Terent doesn't look like he's any older than his early twenties and he's a drug addict and if he reminded anyone of thier grandfather, the RPer would be very scared. That was completely besides any point anyone would come up with, though and so such things should be happily discarded from thought. "Th'name's Terent. Terent Flynn, by tha way. Migh' I offer tah 'elp wi' yer bags, lass?" he offered, he didn't really show any signs of expecting to hear the student's name, so either he already knew it, or he didn't really want to press Sanet into telling him her name.
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Post by Sea on Mar 9, 2008 14:31:42 GMT -5
"Yes, please, sir," said Sanet, quickly lapsing into the manners her father had taught her. The only thing about the odd little man that reminded her of her grandfather was the voice. Coming from New York, you don't hear many Irish accents, so she could only compare it to the only one she'd ever heard, being her grandfather's. Since her grandfather had given her the Skeine, they were very close, thus Irish accents had a very positve connotation for Sanet. She picked up one cat carrier, her suitcase and her backpack, only leaving a cat carrier for the small man. She didn't want to give him too much. He was short, after all. "So, how do we get to the Twilight Moo Academy, or whatever it is," inquired Sanet, purposefully saying 'moo' instead of 'moon' to make sure the odd elf knew she didn't want to go and to see how she normally acted. She would not have anyone thinking of her as some fuddy-duddy goodie-two-shoes.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 9, 2008 14:48:04 GMT -5
Terent carried the cat carrier, careful not to drag it on the ground or make it rock back and forth in a manner that might be found uncomfortable to a cat. It was a rather easy load considering the fact that Terent had been expected to carry just as much as the tallest soldier back in the days of the whole Virisea dealio. He didn't say anything, though... but he was the slightest bit insulted that the student didn't think her teacher was capable of carrying more than a cat. He didn't show any sign of his displeasure, because he figured Sanet was just being polite. "Well, we 'ave teh ge' accross tha wate' teh ge' teh th'Cademy." Terent nodded.
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Post by Sea on Mar 9, 2008 15:02:48 GMT -5
"Well, how are we going to do it? Flying carpet? Magic wand? Mighty sea dragon? Poofing? How?" Sanet looked out at the misty water. This just wasn't going to be the same. She already missed running free in the forests and fighting to survive. She even missed the skunks. Gracious, she really just didn't want to be here. She yawned, now becoming a little annoyed that she had be woken up for this.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 9, 2008 15:59:48 GMT -5
"Well las' time I managed tah ge' a ride on one of tha ships 'ere." Terent nodded, "I don' see 'ow i' woul' be much differen' today." Terent shrugged, his eyes looking from ship to ship, this was his way of saying 'I have no clue how we're going to get to TMA.' but Sanet didn't need to know that. Terent wasn't one to make many plans, that was normally Smitty's doing but at the current moment there was a sad lacking of intelligent planning so Terent was left to just 'winging it' as some people refer to the act of spontaneously making decisions due to having no clue what to do otherwise.
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Post by Sea on Mar 9, 2008 16:09:21 GMT -5
"Maybe I could shapeshift into something capable of flying and large enough to carry our weight?" suggested Sanet. By the sound of it, she might have to wait awhile if she went Terent's way, and she just wanted to sleep. Besides, she needed to get back to practicing. She hadn't in a few weeks. Besides, then she could get back at Terent for man-handling her cat. No one man-handled Sanet's cat and got away with it. And, if you're wondering what's going through Mr. Twix's mind, who is not fond of flying or ships, I can't tell you. It would be far too profane.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 9, 2008 16:43:20 GMT -5
Terent looked towards Sanet, still careful not to make the feline unhappy or uncomfortable in any way, his purple eyes still looking along the rows of ships, "If ye wan' tah, then ye can. It'd pro'ably save some trouble as well." He nodded, "An' are ye sure tha they wan' tah be in cages?" Terent asked, he himself had been in cages for too long for himself to be comfortable with anything to be kept in such confinement and he really wished that he could take the animal out but it would be rude to do such a thing without permission.
The RPer wondered quietly what Sanet was so angry about because it was mentioned that Terent was being careful with the kitty and so there would be no problem, such anger directed towards anger was a confusing thing for the Li-Wa who was participating in the thread and she fealt the need to let her fellow RPer know that by including it in the post, hence this.
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Post by Sea on Mar 9, 2008 17:48:43 GMT -5
This RPer would like the other RPer that she misread a post. Oh, and that she just picked up a thousand acorns so she could get back on the computer. "Sure, you can take them out. Just be very careful, so they don't run off," acceded Sanet, opening up Squirrel's cage door. "That's Storm you've got there. He's a bit feisty right now, so be careful." A low growls were being emitted from the black cat's cage. "And what would be best to travel as? Maybe a whale? Or do you think I could muster a dragon? Would one of my level be able to do such?" Sanet imagined what it would be like to fly free over these waters. The thought almost made her giddy with joy.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 9, 2008 18:00:10 GMT -5
"I woul' imagine tha' someone woul' 'ave tah be a high level in order tah change tah somethin' much larger than ye'self." Terent thought aloud as he set down the cat carrier gently and looked at the cat inside, "I's okay, Storm..." he said with his voice as gentle as he could make it for the cat and he smiled. He could tell he was likely to get hurt, oh well, just another day, really. He slowly opened the cat carrier and first barely put his hand in the carrier, not enough to crowd, but not out enough for the cat to get out. He'd let the feline smell him first so it could decide he was okay.
Who knew Terent was so good with animals. :3
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Post by Sea on Mar 9, 2008 18:06:38 GMT -5
"Then how am I supposed to get everythin across? Do I have to be an over-sized eagle and go back and forth to take across the luggage? That wouldn't work very well. Are you sure there's not a dinghy?" asked Sanet in exasperation. "How'd you get here anyway?" She was growing agitated. She was impressed in the way he was handling Storm, but she was angry, so it didn't matter. Not even the clemency of a saint would have taken away her frustration. She had to hold back a low growl of annoyance. She came all this way to either ride in a dinghy or fly back and forth across a lake or whatever it was.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 9, 2008 18:35:54 GMT -5
Terent sighed, "Calm down, lass! Ye're no' fishin' ye're mendin' yer nets all day." he shook his head as he concentrated on the task of getting the cat from it's cage, a slight chuckle in his voice, always thinking ahead, wasn't his student. "We'll ge' tah i' when we ge' tah i' an' there's no' a need tah rush jus' ye'." Terent gently brought his hand into the carrier and it was promptly clawed at but unlike most people of a Scots-Irish background, he didn't swear or curse, he seemed to barely notice the pain from the scratch, he'd been injured enough in his life not to be bothered by it. He could tell that the animal wasn't too fond of life right now but things were better in the fresh air. "I wa' thinkin' tha' we coul' rent the aid o' a boatman." He nodded to one of the larger ships in the shipyard, the kind that was used for overseas travel it was excessive for the trip they needed but Terent didn't seem to care much. His grip on the feline in his arms was firm yet gentle and he made sure the cat was positioned in such a way that it would be comfortable. Blood came from the scratches crossing his arms and hands but he yet still barely seemed to notice. He picked up the cat carrier carefully so as to not bring any further discomfort to Storm, it could be said that at the current moment he was glad the respirator covered the lower half of his face so Storm couldn't scratch at it as well.
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Post by Sea on Mar 9, 2008 18:44:41 GMT -5
Sanet stared at the ship, her eyes wide as saucers. "We're going to go on- on that?" Excitement! It was now coursing through her veins like a buffalo herd after a gun shot. She'd never been on a boat, let alone one of that size. She put Squirrel gently, stepping towards it, almost in a daze. It appears that Sanet forgot she was on a dock. She stepped right off the dock, and Squirrel whisked her self over to Terent's feet in fear of the splash. A very wet and frustrated Sanet fought to the surface, where she emerged with a look of anger and shock. She spluttered some, coughing and cursing.
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