Not so "Rowdy" in the Shipyard

[Rowdy]

He trudged along as he heard the crashing of the waves in an irregular fashion. Dragging his gargantuan battle axe slightly behind him. Through the mist he was able to start making out the silhouettes of multiple run down and deserted ships. Finally got here, this place better be worth it after all that. This thing is great to have in battle but it wasn't made for long distance traveling. He thought to himself as he looked back at Sono Satsu.

He passed a small tree, it had been burnt to a crisp some time ago. Looks like some beings have a tendency to get bored here, WOOHOO. He spit on the tree and started heading towards a near by boulder to rest upon. There were many foot prints in the area, can't say they weren't expected, but they were few and far between as he got ever closer to the shore. They came in all different shapes and sizes. Rowdy was an intelligent being, but was still a little ignorant when it came to the old saying of "Size Matters". From the looks of it, some of these scrawny guys might be out of their league coming out here. He knew the spell casters of sort could sway a battle individually but also knew they could run out of abilities as well and might end up having to revert back to good old fashioned hand to hand combat.

As he slumped down onto the great rock he kicked his feet out a few times to remove excess sand and mud from them. He then turned once more to his axe and lifted it to his lap and brushed the same from it where he had grown irritated of carrying it on his massive shoulders and let it trail just behind him. Before he finished his light cleaning, he removed his helmet and placed it next to his thigh. He could feel the heat cease swirling about his head and drift off and dissipate into the breeze from the sea. It was a nice feeling but he showed no signs of the small joy it brought. He despised emotions and felt them unnecessary in battle, only made you hesitate against the task that needed be carried out. But he still had a few that he couldn't escape from but no time for reminiscing now, wasn't sure what lay in store for him at his destination.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

A slightly below average height young woman walkde towards the stranger, her eyes alighted with the oddest hue of blue-green-gray, her hair showed that it had been dyed blonde at a time by the divide between the blonde and her natural hair color, her lips formed into a smile as the small white ears atop her head twitched, her slender weasle tail swaying back and forth as she half skipped, she carried a tall purple staff with her and she was dressed in an extravagant white and gray outfit, a somewhat loligoth appeal to her look, though the paintbrush necklace looked faintly out of place. "Hoelarz, my friend." she said with a smile and a gesture that was somewhere between a bow and a curtsy. She honestly forgot the name of the student, but hey- as long as she called the person 'friend' she didn't have to worry about it, right? Right.

[Rowdy]

Out in the distance a small figure appeared from beneath the fog. Almost looked like royalty the way her attire was draped upon her. Had a long staff as well, must be a magician of sorts or something he thought to himself. Leaving his helmet setting on the rock he stood up and halfway propped himself upon his great axe as she drew closer. He hoped this is what he had come to this dreary place for. As she spoke his ears perked and he was wondering what hoelarz was, but she bowed slightly so he nodded his head, in an over exaggerated manner so as to make sure the message got across.

"So are you here for the same reason I am or are you the one that is to help me complete my journey?" He looked out at the ocean, the waves crashing in many different manners, onto the fragments of ships and the jagged rocks that represent their graveyard. Rowdy hadn't heard any wildlife in quite some time, but welcomed the silence. He set his eyes back to her and stood up straight, didn't want to seem rude, but he didn't care much honestly. Just didn't want to piss off someone that might be able to teach him to become better in battle.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"I..." the young woman, perhaps fifteen years of age made a dramatic pause, "...am your master teacher."she let a wide cheshire cat grin spread accross her face as she tapped the staff on the ground and it poofed away in a poof of turquoise smoke, little pink sparkles in the smoke. "My name is Donna, Donna Carpenter." She held a hand out for her student to shake, giving an obvious wink in the process meaning that either there was some kind of dirty joke concealed in her previous dialogue, or that Donna wasn't her actual name... oh well- one thing could be learned from this Donna character by now- she was completely, utterly insane. Great. Apparently 'Rowdy's' milkshakes bring all the crazies to the yard. Damn right. It's better than yours...

The lame music reference was then stopped before a musical went underway... because that would be very... odd.

[Rowdy]

The smaller one before him said that she was to be Rowdy's master teacher. He hoped she was tougher than she looked. Deception was a great asset to have. She held out her hand for a formal greeting. She looked so frail, he made sure that as he returned the courtesy not to be too harsh about it. The wink caught him completely off guard, whether she was joking or something else, been a long time since anyone had looked at Rowdy with anything nicer than a snarl, it was a welcomed gesture.

She identified herself as Donna Carpenter, rather plain of a name but eh he didn't care if it was true or not. "I'm Suta-Ta-Rouzeki, Rowdy for short, and so far I'm pleased to meet you." He wanted to know a little bit more about what he had gotten himself into, so he set his axe up against the rock next to his helmet to show that he was in no hurry in hopes that she might enlighten him on what lay ahead. "So how long have you been a Master Teacher?" He said as he turned to face her yet again. He was starting to wonder what this whole grave yard for deserted ships was for as well. He had never heard of this academy or this meeting place until about three months ago.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Weeeeeell... I've been a master teacher for a few weeks so far... and you're pretty much my first student! High five to that!" She held up a hand, obviously expecting Rowdy to complete a high five with her- whether she'd get that high five or not was a mystery... but man, wasn't this young woman a happy peice of work! Sheesh! She continued speaking, her hand still in it's resting place, suspended in the air. "We're gonna have to get to TMA soon enough- this is just the rendevous point... and we're gonna have to get your class schedule figured out and fine." She wore a smile on her face, her smile an odd one, no curve in her lips- a straight long line, making her almost look like an impish thing, but that was a point that would be rude to point out. In her head she was wondering how she was going to get to TMA in the first place, unless she could get Rowdy to help in some way, oooooooh well... she'd worry about it when they got to it.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Weeeeeell... I've been a master teacher for a few weeks so far... and you're pretty much my first student! High five to that!" She held up a hand, obviously expecting Rowdy to complete a high five with her- whether she'd get that high five or not was a mystery... but man, wasn't this young woman a happy peice of work! Sheesh! She continued speaking, her hand still in it's resting place, suspended in the air. "We're gonna have to get to TMA soon enough- this is just the rendevous point... and we're gonna have to get your class schedule figured out and fine." She wore a smile on her face, her smile an odd one, no curve in her lips- a straight long line, making her almost look like an impish thing, but that was a point that would be rude to point out. In her head she was wondering how she was going to get to TMA in the first place, unless she could get Rowdy to help in some way, oooooooh well... she'd worry about it when they got to it.

[Rowdy]

He almost rolled his eyes as he found out that he was going to be a guinea pig to her. She seemed rather excited about the fact and asked for a high five. Before Rowdy could even react she just kept rambling on, what about he wasn't too sure, he had almost completely zoned her out. Around her second paragraph he decided that she looked weird just standing there talking with her hand in the air so he returned the favor in a half hearted manner.

She was talking about his schedule and what not, that was the subject he wanted to be on. He loved training, it was just about the only way to become better without the possibility of being injured, maimed, or killed. This was apparently not the place for discussion, this was just the meeting point and he was starting to become anxious about what the academy was going to be like. "So how do you propose we go about getting to the academy?" he asked, but tried not to sound rude about it, he just had a way of sounding like that, even when he didn't want to.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Don't get so far ahead! We need to work on your schedule!" she exclaimed, making exxaggerated gestures that hinted to the insane, rolling her eyes in thier sockets and releasing a massive sigh from her lungs before immediately sniffling because she had a runny nose on this particular day. "You'll have Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, and a Break Period.. though not necessarily in that order..." she nodded with a shrug and a slight bow as if she was providing some great service to Rowdy, she took a sharpie marker seemingly out of nowhere and began writing something on her palm absentmindedly, glancing up at Rowdy every few milliseconds before a shifty glance from side to side.

This woman was well out of her mind.






Yeah, I can see the signs now, the read: 'Mind. Five Miles Behind You.'
It appeared to be that Rowdy was royally screwed.

[Rowdy]

Rowdy had a puzzled look on his face as he watched carry on at a lightning quick pace. "So you want to discuss all that here then?" he asked, slightly perplexed. She was starting to contradict herself, well at least what he could keep up with sounded that way. None the less, she was to be his teacher and he figured she had a reason for it all, or her wheel was spinning but the hamster died long ago, just keeping it going with the momentum. He scratched his head briefly and then just kind of slumped back onto the rock and stared at her. Hoping she would calm herself down enough to catch her own breath. He figured if he tried she might turn him into a Yeti or some odd creature of the sort.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Not a Yeti, never a Yeti... though a purple monkey... that had some possibility to it. She looked towards Rowdy, "Choose History, Music, or Potionry." she nodded quickly. Luckily having invested in undead hampsters- half the hassle of real hampsters except they had a habit of eating braaaaaaaaaaiiiins... in other words- she was an odd one. She scribbled some more on her hand before holding her palm out, "Give me your hand." she said, her sharpie marker ready in hand and a shifty glance from side to side. She had some evil little plot in mind, and no doubt it would have some kind of sick joke at the end of it that would be inflicted upon Rowdy.

No, not everyone at TMA was like this, Donna was just very well one of the strangest beings there, having been a character based on a person who was already well out of thier mind.

[Rowdy]

Rowdy's eyebrows could no longer travel any higher on his forehead and his skull began to hurt. "Why must I choose one of those, uh topics?" What little sense she was making before was now totally out of the window, the window had been shut and the short bus it got on had barreled down the road and got T-boned by a flaming freight train. He was slightly reluctant to hold his hand out, mainly from the fear of thinking her marker might be enchanted, she was loopy, might enchant anything, and it would NEVER go away. Even so, he pulled his hand to his chest slightly and then forcefully pushed it towards her, slowly opening it up to reveal his palm. "History, I guess."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Donna began writing on Rowdy's palm, focusing intently on whatever she was doing, "Holy, Flare, or summoning?" she asked, apparently giving him another choice to make. Who knew how many classes Rowdy was going to have to take... anyways, Donna finished with her picture and Rowdy's hand was emblazoned with two stick figures doing... uh... 'something' and the words 'suprise buttsecks.' "Tadaaaa..." she said, releasing the hand, it wasn't an enchanted marker so with a good washing it would come off of his hand, but obvisously she had drawn her little doodle at Rowdy's expense. Kinda mean if you ask me. She laughed slightly under her breath and awaited a response for what class her student would take.

[Rowdy]

Rowdy pulled his hand back and looked into it. "Wow...that's...impressive." He said, laying the sarcasm on as thick as he could. "Thank you for drawing on my armor, that's what it was made for." His tone hadn't changed. She asked about a flare and summoning. "What is the difference, I already have some ability over fire but what could I summon?" He was in every way serious now, but he also started wondering if she was just a test of patience or a distraction for something not so friendly. Rowdy rested his hand upon his trusty battle axe and waited.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Flare is dark magic- duh! The opposite of Holy. And Summoning teaches you how to summon pretty much anything, wether it be plant, animal, or mineral." she then noticed that Rowdy's hand was resting on his weapon, "Someone nearby?" she asked, her eyes looking back and forth in a twitchy manner, her staff reappearing in her hand as she shook like a leaf, "It's not Akira, is it? She's still pissed off about last week!" She threw her hands up in the air for an exasperated statement, "I'm sorry, okay?" she said, hoping that Akira would overhear her... Akira wasn't attacking or anything, Donna just had a bit of a paranoid streak in her at times.