Angel *Tida*
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There's always tomorrow for dreams to come true. Tomorrow is not far away.
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Post by Angel *Tida* on Mar 20, 2008 7:11:31 GMT -5
Tida stood nervously at the shipyard. She had just arrived. I hope my life here won't be as sad and dramatic as it was before, Tida thought to herself. Something told her that wasn't going to happen. Maybe it was the fact that this was a school for magic. Maybe it was the fact that the school she was going to had a somewhat creepy name. Maybe it was just that Tida was really nervous. What now? she thought. Do I even want to know? Tida gulped. When she was nine, she thought that if she were older, say, sixteen, she would be strong. Well, at sixteen, she thought that she may have never felt less strong anywhere, even with her bow in her hand.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 26, 2008 20:27:55 GMT -5
A figure silently emerged from the mist behind Tida with the only indication of his arrival being the soft crunch of shoes against the discarded remnants of trees and grass. The man appeared to be of a short height, maybe five foot four at the maximum. He looked as if he had just emerged from a French street corner, judging by the mime raiment he wore: a black beret, horizontally zebra-color shirt, and black pants.
He quietly approached Tida and tapped her on the shoulder politely, as if he were asking for directions from a random stranger. His voice was light and raspy, making him seem like he was recovering from a cold or horrible sore throat, "Tida?" The mime-man who lacked the face make-up seemed to be a meek individual.
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Angel *Tida*
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There's always tomorrow for dreams to come true. Tomorrow is not far away.
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Post by Angel *Tida* on Mar 27, 2008 14:54:34 GMT -5
Tida jumped in suprise. She turned around and raised her bow up. The arrow in it wasn't particularly good, but it would protect her. Looking at the man, she lowered the bow, embarassed at her reaction. "Sorry. You scared me for a second," she said. "What was it you were going to say?" Oh, great! He probbably think you're a nervous idiot! Great first impression, Tida! she thought to herself. She shivered. A nervous idiot who doesn't know that it's chilly and you shouldn't wear sleeveless dresses!
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Post by demonfire on Mar 27, 2008 17:25:07 GMT -5
"Nervous first impressions make nervous people," the mime-man said quietly and raspingly. He nodded as if in agreement with himself, like he was his own audience. The mime man sat down upon the air like he was sitting down on a chair with his chin resting upon his fist in thought. He seemed to be talking to himself in a muted whisper before acknowledging Tida once again. He got up and began to answer the first of most likely many questions, "I'm your Master Teacher, Jacques. Or Jack; I've heard a lot of different nicknames." He seemed to enjoy talking barely at a whisper and slowly enough for a snail to beat it.
"I'm supposed to get to know you, so just ramble on, and I'll listen," Jacques said comically to relieve what seemed to be a stressful mood.
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Angel *Tida*
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There's always tomorrow for dreams to come true. Tomorrow is not far away.
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Post by Angel *Tida* on Mar 27, 2008 18:29:54 GMT -5
"Okay then..." Tida trailed off. Her master teaher seemed nice enough, so she relaxed a bit. "My full name is Tida Lisabeth Hart." Tida paused, thinking of what to say next. She had always wondered why of all things her parents had picked the middle name Lisabeth. It seemed to common, at least next to Tida and Holli. "My entire family is dead, except me. My parents were killed when some soilers invaded my hometown. My sister did a few years later of cancer. Seems like disease runs in the family sometimes." Tida stopped. "What do you want to know about me?" she asked after a moment. She had hear a million times that people like to talk about themselves, but she wasn't sure she quite believed it. Maybe it was because she was shy. Maybe it was because she was scared that if she talked too much about herself, people would decide they didn't like her. Either way, it had never been easy for her.
((I just realized that I had never put down what Tida's last name was. It's Hart.))
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Post by demonfire on Mar 28, 2008 16:09:28 GMT -5
"Well, I don't think disease can run, seeing as it doesn't have legs to run on," Jacques said, taking what she said a bit literally to relieve the heavy curtain of sorrow that had been placed atop them. The mime didn't enjoy such sorrowful stories.
"What about a happy place? Do you have one of those?" he quietly asked, although to the random bystander this might seem like a totally random addition to the conversation, like beginning to speak of motor engines at a food convention, but to the mime it seemed like something completely and utterly on topic. Of course Jacques had a happy place, but he doesn't reveal what that place may be, for reasons only known to the short Frenchman.
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Angel *Tida*
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There's always tomorrow for dreams to come true. Tomorrow is not far away.
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Post by Angel *Tida* on Mar 28, 2008 16:30:25 GMT -5
What was a happy place? Tida had no clue. It certanly wasn't what she had expected Jacques to ask. Was it where you felt happiest? Was it a place you could go to be by yourself? Was it a place in your mind? No, that would be too weird. Do I fake it or say I don't know? she thought. Asking might be embarassing, but it would be worse to fake it and end up being found out. She decided to ask. "What's a happy place? I assume I don't have one, considering I don't know what it is."
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Post by demonfire on Mar 29, 2008 7:20:54 GMT -5
"A happy place is somewhere where there's no problems, only the things that make you happiest," Jacques said, "Just think of what makes you happiest." The mime sat on the air again, fist under chin in a 'Thinking Man' modeled way. He motioned his hand as to say 'Do it', strangely not speaking in this position. Strange how the eccentric mime talked (well, more like a raspy whisper) sometimes, and then was completely silent the next. He seemed to spin around as he pushed his feet on the air, like he was on a swivel chair. He caught his beret as a gust of wind almost picked it up, but not before it revealed short, snow white hair.
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Angel *Tida*
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There's always tomorrow for dreams to come true. Tomorrow is not far away.
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Post by Angel *Tida* on Mar 29, 2008 7:46:31 GMT -5
Tida thought for a moment. She had always loved singing. She was rather good at it, but not enough to consider doing so professionally. She was always the next-to-last act at the talent show, but never good enough to end it. Still, when she was singing, it was like everything around her disappeared for a few minutes and she didn't have to do anything. She didn't have to be a teenage girl with too many insicurities. That was definately where she felt happiest. "Singing," she said finally. "I'm not great at it, but I love to do it."
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Post by demonfire on Mar 29, 2008 12:14:58 GMT -5
Well, she could sing. The mime was never good at singing, considering that he was just one step away from being considered mute to the general public. Jacques began to hold his hand close to his mouth as if he had a microphone and began to lip-sync various sentences. What they were wasn't possible to determine. When he was done 'demonstrating', he threw the invisible object to Tida. Should she be able to catch it or at least touch it, she would feel that it seemed to be like an actual microphone. Obviously Jacques was wanting to hear some live entertainment from his new student before they had to get to all of the particulars.
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Angel *Tida*
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There's always tomorrow for dreams to come true. Tomorrow is not far away.
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Post by Angel *Tida* on Mar 29, 2008 13:01:29 GMT -5
Tida didn't catch the microphone. It hit her in the head. She caught it in her right hand, and rubbed her forehead with her left. "Ouch," she said. She started to sing the first song that popped into her head. "Small town homcoming queen She's the star in this scene There's no way to deny she's lovely..." Tida relaxed. She always felt confident when she sang. It was like Holli had taken over her brain. Tida often wished she could be more like her sister was before she died. Athletic, brave, and sure of herself. Tida wasn't particularly any of those things, except maybe sometimes brave. "She's Miss America And I'm just the girl next door," she sang, finishing the song.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 29, 2008 13:17:43 GMT -5
Jacques clapped loudly like he were trying to compensate for there not being a larger audience around to hear Tida sing. He gave her a thumbs-up for a good job with the notes and remembering the lyrics. Some things that Jacques had no natural talent for appeared in great amounts in others. Apparently he had arrived late for the hand-outs of the skills.
He spun around on the swivel chair once more, making a total 360 degree rotation before standing up and dusting off his hands of some imaginary substance. "Found a happy place?" Jacques said in his barely audible voice. As soon as he had spoken, the invisible microphone had disappeared from existence as if it wasn't even there to begin with.
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Angel *Tida*
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There's always tomorrow for dreams to come true. Tomorrow is not far away.
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Post by Angel *Tida* on Mar 29, 2008 17:39:20 GMT -5
Tida felt the microphone disappear out of her hand. She looked down at the chipped sparkly nail polish that was on her fingernails. "Anywhere I can sing, I guess," Tida said. She smiled. Perhaps life won't be as sad and dramatic here. But within a few minutes she would be back to being same old Tida again. She knew she was the only one who made herself this way, but she couldn't help it. "So you liked my singing?" she asked. "I mean, I'm not great, but I'm okay." Yep, her insecurities were returning.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 29, 2008 21:43:36 GMT -5
"You're a wonderful singer," Jacques said, now his voice raspier than ever. He tried to clear his throat, but even after the short cough he still seemed like damage had been done to his voice. He walked closer to Tida as to allow her to hear his dying voice, "We've got to pick your schedule." He pulled a piece of paper from his black mime pants. Jacques began to write on the back of the paper with an imaginary pen. He scribbled as if there weren't any ink coming out, and eventually black ink appeared in lines upon the parchment. He handed both objects to Tida, and written upon it were the simple instructions of schedule-choosing:
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
Jacques made writing motions with his hands, not really able to talk at the moment without needing a very powerful megaphone.
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Angel *Tida*
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There's always tomorrow for dreams to come true. Tomorrow is not far away.
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Post by Angel *Tida* on Mar 31, 2008 13:24:53 GMT -5
Tida took the schedule from Jacques. She took a mintue to read through it and considerend what she wanted to do. She picked music right off the bat. As long as she didn't have to deal with music the students didn't like. Her mind went back to sixth grade, where they had to sing a 'German Hymn' that sounded awfully like Pop Goes the Weasel. Period 8 would be harder to decide. She wasn't sure what flare was, but she guessed it involved fire, which Tida was not a big fan of unless it was in a circle in the woods with people toasting marshmellows in it. She decided on summoning. She didn't know quite what they did, but she was willing to take a chance. What for 9? No theivery, she decided automatically. She didn't particularly like either of the choices left. Eenie, meanie, minie, mo... she said in her head. Dragoon it is. 11. "Hmmmm..." she said aloud. Puppets might be nice, but Tida decided on survival. She circled her choices and handed the pen and paper back to her teacher. "You sound sick. Do you need to get some hot water or something?" she asked him.
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