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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 19, 2008 7:53:18 GMT -5
The dark red dragon nodded to Armond, "If you'd please get on... I have places to be right now, I wasn't expecting to be called upon for a favor." obviously the dragon didn't exactly wish to be here at the current moment, but it still waited quietly for Terent and Armond to mount so it could quickly fly them to Twilight Moon Academy.
Terent was beaming under his respirator, simply happy that he had a friend who was so helpful at times, doing random odd-jobs for other beings so they could perhaps be called upon later for favors. Like now. Terent nodded towards Smitty who sat perched atop Armond's head. Of course Terent had his own dragon, but it wasn't of much use to anyone when it came to transportation. Asking Smitty to transport anyone would be a cruel request. Yay for Gecko-Dragons.
The large dragon was getting impatient, though. His golden eyes watching Armond silently, but refusing to acknowlege Terent's being there, obviously not too terribly fond of the vertically challenged elf.
"Mraaaaarrrrkekekeekekekerrrrrkraawwwrr..." Smitty croaked, his wings buzzing slightly as he made sure he was securely suction cupped to Armond's head, his little Gecko-Dragon-y feet strongly stuck to Armond's dome. Smitty liked people rather alot, though he tended to stay near or arond Terent most of the time.
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Post by Armond on Apr 19, 2008 12:08:11 GMT -5
Trying not to think all to much of the miniature dragon on his head Armond did his best to get up as per the large dragons request. Though, the small thing was just to cute to avoid patting. Once he was up he took his small pocket calendar that the captain of the ship had generously given him earlier, and looked up the current day. Then he placed a few simple runes there, translating to: "Had an odd experience. What the heck am I doing really? Remember: Think back at this later."
He didn't need to write it down, but it was calming. Also, he really did wonder what the heck he was doing. He put the book away once he was finished.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 20, 2008 9:29:35 GMT -5
Terent managed to climb onto the large red dragon's back with ease, quite the amazing feat to watch when it was someone of Terent's height. He looked towards the general supposed direction of Twilight Moon Academy and smiled, "An' ontah Twiligh' Moon 'Cademy if ye'd kindly oblige!" Terent said, obviously speaking to the dragon, it was odd how Terent seemed to speak to dragons in quite a different manner than he did to people, he seemed actually more at ease when he spoke to dragons... I wonder why....
Smitty croaked a bit at Armond, quickly taking flight and leaving his head and making his quick little way to Terent's head, "Mrawerawergerkarkergerrrrrrrrrrr...." he croaked, sounding a bit flustered this time. Smitty's wings were delicate and most people didn't realize this when they pet him. Still, Smitty didn't seem angry at all... just flustered.
The large red dragon took to flight, it's powerful wings generating a powerful vortex of wind around the group, though it was this swirling mass of air that allowed it to fly so one really shouldn't complain, "I'm not going to go back and get anyone who falls." the creature announced as he started on his way accrosss the water.
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Post by Armond on Apr 20, 2008 9:58:44 GMT -5
Yikes!
It was originally intended to be spoken, but a sudden gust of wind force fed Armond his own words before they left his lips and almost knocked him off as the dragon took flight. This was something he needed practice with, but he would definitely not get any voluntarily in the near future. Once they had gotten up in the air it was a little easier to stay still, but Armond didn't dare get his notebook out to read while they were flying, so he spent the time looking around below, trying to memorize the area and avoid throwing up. Flying isn't exactly something for Armond. He was a necromancer for some deity's sake. He had had enough trouble at sea, so this was a new challenge for him. From now on he'd find some cozy place near a graveyard somewhere close to the academy and never consider reanimating a dragon or anything else used to fly on.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 20, 2008 10:24:58 GMT -5
Terent was quietly making sure he'd be able to keep Armond from falling, Terent almost seemed amazed that someone would have any problems riding a dragon... but hey... oh well. "We'll 'ave to formulate a schedule for ye... so first off are your normal classes, Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, an' a break period for studyin', lunch, or anythin' else ye can think of..." Terent was speaking loudly so he could be heard in the wind, "Next ye 'ave Music, 'Istory, or Potionry... you choose one o' thah three." he instructed, trying to be as helpful as possible.
Smitty was stuck fast to Terent's head, not wanting to get dislodged during the flight because it would be rather uncomfortable, so he sat there, eyes shut tight as he waited for them to get to Twilight Moon Academy. He looked rather adorable and made one want to go 'Aaaaaawe...'
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Post by Armond on Apr 20, 2008 10:33:34 GMT -5
Armond tried his best to hear over the wind. The accent and the mask didn't exactly help in understanding Terent either, but he got it more or less. Though, he had to shout to be sure to be heard as he responded: "Music sounds fine to me, I need some practice in that. But is the weaponry class obligatory?" Once he landed he would make sure to write a note about dragons. Good specimens for studies, a little big for undead but might be useful thanks to the scare tactics available when having them. But they were not to be ridden. Ever.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 20, 2008 10:52:33 GMT -5
"Ev'ry studen' takes Weaponry class, bu' ye can skip if ye wan'..." Terent shrugged, "Next ye 'ave to choose yer next class... either 'Oly, Flare, o'Summonin'... I'd suggest Flare 'cause i's all based 'round dark magic... seems like yer area o' expertise." Terent quietly began shuffling through a leather bag he was carrying with him, though whatever he was getting was some sort of mystery, he didn't take anything out, he just searched for something till he was satisfied with the results of his search and he then listened to Armond's reply.
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Post by Armond on Apr 20, 2008 11:07:36 GMT -5
Armond managed to get most of what Terent said, and noticed him digging through the bag out of the corner of his eye. While he got slightly curious about what it was he had better things to concern himself about. Like staying on the dragon.
"Right, if you say so," he shouted, "I'll go with that then."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 20, 2008 11:19:31 GMT -5
Terent nodded as the dragon began it's landing, coming towards the ground steadily before gliding down to the grass on the edge of the water. Terent quietly slid over the hide of the dragon and onto the ground, carried by the forces of gravity before he plunged his hand into his bag and withdrew two items- a lighter and a mushroom. He unscrewed one of the caps on his respirator, lit the shroom so it smoldered and then tossed the fungus into the air filter of his mask. "On to your other class choices, then... Samurai or Thievery..." he said, he left out Dragoon because he figured dragon riding probably wasn't something Armond enjoyed much at all.
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Post by Armond on Apr 20, 2008 12:05:41 GMT -5
Armond was more than happy to get off, even if he did his best not to show it. The dragon would most likely be able to eat him whole if he felt insulted in some way. Christ, they really do put lots of stuff on you here. He thought, but aloud he only said:
"Neither of those sound all to much in my taste, even if stealing is above swords winging. Are there any form of medical studies available at the academy?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 20, 2008 12:30:06 GMT -5
Terent nodded, at the current moment his eyes were glazed over slightly and his pupils were wider than normal, his hands shaking ever so slightly, under his respirator he was smilight happily (Terent... on drugs? PFFFFT! Noooooooo...), "There is a class that involves healing- you'd have to switch out from Flare and go to Holy class, instead if you want to learn it- though." Terent shrugged, "And ye'd 'ave to choose either Samurai, Thievery... and there is another choice, though I don't think you'd take too kindly to Dragoon class." Terent chuckled slightly, obviously knowing how much Armond wasn't fond of flying.
The large dragon released a massive dragon-y sigh as it took to flight, going back to whatever buisness it was in the middle of before it was so rudely called away.
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Post by Armond on Apr 20, 2008 12:36:14 GMT -5
Armond couldn't help looking a little sick at the thought of flying all day long, not to mention some of the tricks that seemed to come naturally with airborne combat. He pondered things for a moment before responding to Terent:
"No, I think I'll stay with the flare class. I don't mean as in healing with magic, but plain medicine with needle and thread and similar things. I've had practice in it before, as it comes with the profession, but I could always use more training. Knowing holy magic has no gain for me though. And since I lack better choices I'll go with the thievery class then. If nothing else, if I'm good at it I can teach my homunculi to act better during similar jobs."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 20, 2008 12:49:29 GMT -5
Terent understood, "Finally you have two more classes to choose between- Puppetmaster or Survival." Terent was well able to explain either class if there were any questions and he was honestly curious to see which ones Armond would choose- Puppetmaster might help with the homunculi that Armond had mentioned, but Survival would most certainly help as well with the whole 'evading people who want to harm you' deal-thing that Armond seemed stuck in at the moment. The thought of such a lifestyle made Terent smile, it was a familiar one... but that was completely besides the point and could be reminisced upon later.
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Post by Armond on Apr 20, 2008 12:54:07 GMT -5
"Well that," Armond said, "is quite the obvious choice. Controlling zombies, keeping major undead in check, hiding homunculi and creating traps with my ghouls is really something I've already mastered to a comfortable level, I can develop it alone. But still, it's rather unlikely that I'll need a survival course either. Could you go in on more detail on the puppetmaster course before I decide?" ((Sorry if I sound overdramatic, I needed to fill space. ))
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 20, 2008 13:02:24 GMT -5
"You'll learn 'ow tah controll marionettes an' o'course other thin's over time... bu' i's all through magic." Terent nodded ((I forgot about Terent's accent, lol)) it could be noticed now that Terent was actually swaying back and forth as if to some music nobody else could hear, his eyes a bit droopy. He was only half with Armond now, because of course Terent couldn't have gone a couple more seconds without inhaling some shroom fumes... so here we were- with Terent, the school's local addict. Well, it was good to figure these things out before too long, eh?
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