The Icy Bay

[Cyndon]

Cyndon ran out of the forests and onto the large boardwalk in front of him. The slight wind began to pick up a little more, and he loved the feeling as it rushed past him. He jumped into the air with excitement as he saw the vast glassy water around him. Finally, a place with more water than his hometown! The fog was really thick, he could hardly see the path ahead of him, and it was very tempting to go towards the water and at least touch it with his hands, but he felt as if that would have been a bad mistake. After several minutes of walking he came upon a boat's mast to his left, and he wondered what the ship connected to it had once looked like.

[demonfire]

"Tally Ho!" came a voice from the forest, followed by a large path of inconstant snow. A man on top of it seemed to be riding it, and only until he was closer could one see that he was riding a snowboard. A custom design by the looks of it, with graffiti-style paint with multiple layers of designs.

He stopped by turning the board sideways and bent down to unstrap himself from the board. He stepped off of the board and picked it up, revealing the underside as being pure white with a graffiti "G" on the bottom atop a complex underlaying design.

The man himself wore a black beanie cap; which, coupled by a face mask that had holes underneath the nose to breath from, covered almost his entire face. He had a beige sweatshirt that said "TUSC" on it, and camo cargo pants. "Yo...Cyndon?" he asked, "I'll be your Master Teach, Greg." His voice was a stereotypical snowboarder's, and sounded as if high school had been a serious challenge that he never overcame.

[Cyndon]

"It's great to meet you." Cyndon simply replied with a slight bow. He looked at the snow that had nearly instantly appeared and looked back at his teacher with a glow in his eyes.
"Interesting ability you have there." He smirked "I love ice and water. This place is absolutely beautiful!" He began to sound more and more enthusiastic. Unlike the rest of his friends and neighbors, he had actually studied about the rest of the world, and had even been out and about with normal humans without setting off any alarms. He knew a few things about the rest of the world, he couldn't expect to know everything, and that board had him a little confused.

"So, how were we going to get to the academy from here?"

[demonfire]

The snow behind the man that had been a makeshift snowboard path melted and seeped through the ground as water as the snowstorm in Greg's icy blue eyes ceased and returned to a serene blue. "Idunknow," the snowboarder said in one fluent motion of the mouth, "How are you going to get us across? My legs hurt, been goin' at it all day."

The man stretched by touching his toes and bending his back back, and then did arm circles (whatever they were for). "There are two ways we could do to get across. A. Ride across, B. Take a boat. If you want to get inventive about it, then be my guest and go ahead." Greg shrugged as if he had gone through this drill many a time before, and this was just a can of corn.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon looked at his teacher in disbelief. He didn't expect such an offhand reply to his question. 'He must be a bit of a coolie...' Cyndon thought to himself as he mulled over a way to get over the lake. He liked water, but that didn't mean he necessarily had the ability to control it so as to walk on it... He walked up to the icy water at the end of the docks and peered into its steel gray surface.

"I suppose it would be ill-advised to swim this..." Cyndon looked back at his teacher with a look of questioning in his eyes. He didn't know whether this was a test or if his teacher really was telling him to get across almost on his own. He mulled the ideas around in his head. Well, a boat would be a little less work, but they might have to pay money to get a boat, and he didn't know about his teacher but he had no spending money with himself.

Another option, though it didn't seem safe or sane was to swim across. Another option yet, if he had had the ability to do so, was to walk across the water with elementalism... He had the feeling that while he was trying to figure things out his teacher was getting impatient...

"Ride across... on what, if not a boat...?" Cyndon asked his teacher.

[demonfire]

"I can ride across on my snowboard, if you haven't already noticed," Greg said as he wiped off some dirt, dust, and debris from his board. "And yeah, swimming in that is usually dangerous. Angry spirits, pulled under, drowning. Bad stuff," he said. the way he said it was a little too calm, as if dying via drowning and the possibility of your soul being ripped out wasn't a horrible way to kick the bucket.

"I guess we could take a boat if you wanted to," the teacher said disdainfully. He had ways of securing transportation. Hey, it's only illegal if you get caught, right? "If you're thinking about some elemental-ness here, I don't think you would be able to support yourself for the entire time...and I hate floaters...had two this month," Greg said as he stifled a yawn and pulled out a 'Funnybone' cake, unwrapped it, and stuffed one into his mouth while throwing the other one at Cyndon.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon caught the food in hand and opened it hungrily. He noticed he hadn't eaten anything in quite a while. He though about what the teacher had said and realized what he meant about the boat... Well, he had a point... but knowing his own luck, Cyndon would end up getting caught...

"I think we could try getting a ship. work your magic and lets hope i don't mess things up." Cyndon figuratively looked the other way for once.

[demonfire]

Greg sighed as he realized he wouldn't be taking the super-awesome-funtastic way to the school. He really wanted a kid who could snowboard, but oh well. "Follow me, don't talk, and play it cool," he said as he searched for a boat that would meet their needs. He did see one, with no one on board, so it would be easy picking. Greg seemed calmed as he ascended the gangplank to the vessel, and even calmer when a man came out from below deck of the boat.

"What're y'doin' her'?" he asked with a heavy, sailor accent. Most likely the other men had gone ashore, and the young, and probably cocky sailor was left onboard to guard the ship.

"Well sir, I was just here to use the services of this fine vessel," Greg said, as a small snowstorm seemed to rage in his eyes and fill them up like cataracts. Ice began appearing around the man's hands, and in one slick drop of ice they were frozen and hopelessly connected to the deck. Greg used the back of his snowboard and with one swipe hit the man in the head, knocking him out cold. "Apply directly to the forehead," Greg said in mocking imitation of the 'Head On' commercials.

The ice melted away, Greg lay his snowboard on the deck, and then threw the man onto the land. "Kay, done. Let's roll."

[Cyndon]

Cyndon watched on in shock. He couldn't believe a teacher could do this and still be a teacher... But the pun was funny. He sat silently on the deck waiting to see if Greg was going to have anything for him to do, just in case they needed to make quick changes or decisions.

"Hope the board isn't hurt..." Cyndon muttered aloud, and it was the truth. it was true that Cyndon didn't know how to snowboard, and the concept of falling over the water wasn't too appealing to him... especially after hearing about what would happen if he did happen to fall in...

[demonfire]

((Sorry for not getting on. I've been busy as of late))

"Naw, it's cool. I'm just gonna have to wax it later," Greg said as the ship pulled out from the dock by itself. "Oh, and I guess I'll have to give you a schedule too..." he said as he pulled out parchment and a pen. He handed both to Cyndon and allowed him to make his choices.

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

"Yeah, go nuts," Greg said as he attempted to whistle, coming out only as a harsh tone.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon chuckled to himself as he saw the schedule. He was wondering the entire time when he was going to be getting anything resembling one... seeing as it was an academy it would have been strange not to get one. After many minutes of thinking he had finally come to a conclusion:

1: Magic
2: Weaponry
3: Alchemy
4: Beastry
5: Mastery
6: --Break--
7: Potionry
8: Flare
9: Samurai
10: Puppetmaster

"This must be a strange schedule, I hope it's not going to get too hectic for the teachers..." Cyndon muttered aloud.

[demonfire]

"This isn't hectic. Tryin' to contain a bunch of purple monkeys is hectic," Greg sighed. Some of the teachers weren't as calm as Greg was. It was okay...except for the purple monkeys. Those evil purple monkeys. He shuddered at the very thought of doing that again.

Greg pulled up random assortments of ship-ly items and created a makeshift chair, and then used a barrel as a leg rest. He lifted his legs up onto the barrel with a heavy groan. It seemed as if he were either wearing weights or very tired (in all actuality, you might have been able to say both). Not really minding to find something for Cyndon to sit on, as he was supposed to be learning independence and Greg was too lazy to do it, Greg mumbled something about the "...Damn boots..." and "...Gonna kill whoever put lead in 'em."

[Cyndon]

Cyndon sat on the floor, not exactly caring if he had a place to sit as it was. He was certain that there was going to be much more to do when he actually got to the school, so anywhere to rest was probably a good idea. He sighed contentedly as he lied back and closed his eyes.

"Now it's just a matter of waiting until we hit land, I'd take it?" Cyndon questioned Greg as he slowly started to get groggy. He let out a large yawn as he stretched. It had been quite a while since he last rested and it was beginning to take its toll on him.

[demonfire]

"I'm really supposed to give you something," Greg said in between the frustrating attempts to take off his snowboarding boots. When he had given up for the time being and decided to introduce Dale to the bottom of his snowboard, Greg patted down the many pockets of his pants for something that had yet to be seen.

"Ah! Really need a designated pocket for these things," Greg said as he found the elusive object before it could escape from him. From out of his pocket he produced an orb. Inside the glass was what seemed to be an erratic snowstorm of sorts. The chill from the orb was enough to cool even the most heated tempers; although, strangely the sub-zero temperatures of the orb had no effect on the teacher.

Water snaked up the side of the boat and was manipulated to splash upon Cyndon. "No sleepin'. Present time," he said as he held out his hand with the orb in it, "I'd put something on your hand. It might give you a nasty freezerburn."

Cyndon has received:

Arctic Orb
The orb holds back the fury of a snowstorm inside of its small area. It is extremely cold to touch, and can even cause freezerburn to those not properly equipped to handle it, so some sort of gloves are extremely recommended.
The Arctic Orb summons an Ice Gremlin, a being that is quite short and is made of pure ice. It can absorb ice magic shot at it and redirect it with more power towards the enemy. Fire, however, can completely destroy the beast. Only one can be summoned at once. WARNING: Summoning will be tiring, so practice first.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon sputtered and coughed as the water splashed on his face. He looked around and laughed a little as he realized what had happened.

"Okay, okay, i get it." he shuffled the arm of his robes up and over his hand before taking the prb from Greg and placing it in a pocket. He would have to remember to take it out later, of course, but he figured he wouldn't forget.

"Thanks for the present!" Cyndon bowed his head. The rocking of the boat had almost drifted him off to sleep, and thanks to the splash of water that was soon over with. Cyndon looked intently at the ship realizing that someone was going to be looking for this when they got back to the docks... Oh well, they'd get it back eventually, Cyndon laughed to himself.