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Post by chronolos on May 18, 2008 20:44:52 GMT -5
From the forest, in the dead of night. Came the shuffling of feet, passing over shrubs, and rotting leaves.
"Damn the gods!" A baritone voice sounded, while the shuffling conintued. "Everytime, I get lost trying to travel, I should've been a sailor! At least then I'de be able to navigate by the damn stars!"
The shadowed, shivering figure reproachfully walked up to a tree in front of him. And began tracing the out line of the bark. While desperatly looking for any signs that he was close to any life, he found lichen growing on the left of the tree.
"Moss! Oh thank you holy mother! Finally some food!" The Figure huddling in his cloak, made a circle around the tree, bounding for land he knew would be his salvation. When he stepped out of the vegetation, he tripped on his foot, and landed squarely on his face. The figure groaned, and attempted to prop himself up on his shoulder, revealing the bracer attached to his forearm.
" You think that training at Blen you have taught you some patience Caros." The figure from the woods, stood up with a bleeding face and the wind buffeting his cloak to open wide. A well built man, with a boiled leather jerkin, leather leggings, and a wool cloak he picked up to help battle the cold.
A young impatient man, with a mouth that (at times) could make one of the Shal'Fiz sailors guffaw at him. Caros Brushed himself off, and wiped the blood of his face. After doing so he finally looked up, and saw a harbor, with decrepit ships, and a vast sea of Ice and slush.
"Thank you... holy mother..." Caros said with an exsaperated grin, and sarcastic tone. He stepped onto the dock, and tried his best to pad quietly on the wood, every time he failed the creaking sent a chill up his spine. "Where do I gofrom here?" His voice echoed off the dead symbols of freedom.
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Post by chronolos on May 24, 2008 19:26:12 GMT -5
OOC: *cough* *cough* So, ummmmm, anybody going to come and, you know... roleplay?
-Chronolos
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 24, 2008 19:44:59 GMT -5
(Were you forgotten? XD Dunworry, I'll take you. Sorry about that.)
"You go across, silly!" a bright voice chimed, full of excitement. A young girl, probably close to the age of the six, stood near him. She seemed soaked from head to toe, with her purple and emerald tunic plastered against her small form and her knee-length blond braid looking more than a little bedraggled. Her straight-cut bangs hung limply and salty water clung to lashes around green eyes. Her little soft-leather boots might have well been ruined by the muddy mess of seaweed trailing from their soles. Despite this, she seemed as sunny as a summer day.
"Welcome to Twilight Moon Academy, where your true potential can be unlocked. Only Twilight Moon holds the key!" she announced, sounding like she was trying to sell used cars and having a killer time with it. "My name is Keyne, and I'll be your guide to our wonderful school!" She blinked, peering up at him. "You have pretty eyes. What's your name?"
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Post by chronolos on May 25, 2008 7:07:18 GMT -5
(OOC: Thanks dude, was waiting for a while  ) He looked at her in bewilderment, and after peering around at the docks he found no sign of water being trailed from anywhere other than the puddle from where the small girl stood. What was more amazing was that he never even heard the girl, with the loud heart rending creaks of the harbor always at the balls of his feet. "... Thank you little girl, and I return the compliment." Caros said to the small child. He blinked as an awkward moment passed between the two, and remembered the latter of the question, "Oh! ... Yes! Caros, Caros Lithen. Might I ask for your name? And also why you're in such a depressing, and queer (OOC: Queer as in weird, like you'de find in some books) place as this?" Caros shuddered and brought his cloak closer to him while he waited for the answer. |
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 25, 2008 14:23:35 GMT -5
(I understand. ^_^ When I was little I used to have a book called "Something Queer is Going on" Heh. Good old days.)
She giggling, balancing back and forth on her toes (which made a sound similar to a rickety see-saw).
"My name is Keyne, silly, and I'm your teacher. You came here to learn, right? I bet you did!" she said triumphantly. "I came here to get you, otherwise you'd be lost, and ghosts would eat you and things would be realllly bad. Like, super bad." She nodded a few times.
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Post by chronolos on May 25, 2008 19:56:42 GMT -5
(Coolies, thanks Didn't want to be kicked off right when I started off.) Caros blinked in confusion, "Keyne? A good enough name, but what's this talk about ghosts? And Monsters? I know I've become lost but I couldn't have come this far out, at the very least not out to a coast. Then again I've never been good at traveling..." Caros said to Keyne as he walked slightly past her while putting his forefinger to his temple , he stood behind, and to the side of the little girl. "But this... thing of you being my teacher that's what strikes me weird, I've seen slightly over twenty-two summers, winters, falls, and springs. But you don't look to be more than seven or eight." Caros said to Keyne, as he spun around and croutched at the same time to face her back. Caros planted his hand on top of Kenye's head. "But some food ... That would really be nice" He said to her again, being interupted by the growl of his stomach |
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 26, 2008 17:00:37 GMT -5
Keyne laughed and wriggled her head out from under the boy's touch. She listened to him attentively before tensing the back muscles of her calves, jumping up into the air, and flopping on Caros's shoulders. She seemed quite content to sit there piggy-back style, though her wet tunic and trousers were probably not the most welcome on his back... unless he enjoyed cold showers.
"You might be older, but you can't teach yourself, can you?" she inquired, leaning over to wiggle her finger in his face. "I don't have anything to eat, but you can always go to the Ninth Heaven. That's Twilight Moon Academy's eating room, and meals are free to students, so you don't have to worry about paying." She made a wry little face, staring into the murk over the lake. "'Course, we have to get there first. Are you a good swimmer, Carry?"
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Post by chronolos on May 26, 2008 20:04:56 GMT -5
The flip Kenye made onto Caros's shoulders caught him completely off gaurd. His eyes widened, and diminished back into their plaintitive look as Kenye explained the situation to him.
'Well..." Caros grunted as he started to get up. "Whoah! ... Hold on, so... Moon Acadamy, Ninth Heaven, next thing you know we'll be traveling to the Seven Hells, and having tea with demons. I feel like I'm being yelled at by priests again. Oh well..." He finished after balancing Keyne on his back and holding on to her legs for support. "Lead on to the food, I hope to the Holy Mother that you have fresh seared Connie"
His stomach growled again at the though of food. "But damn the gods, you're a nimble one aern't you? And I guess we'll never know until we find out, right?" Caros said to Keyne, as he cocked an eyebrow and continued in the direction of the lake
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 28, 2008 18:45:01 GMT -5
"Are you listening to me at all?" Keyne asked with a fond exasperation. "We have some demons here, but we don't cook people, silly! You need to pick your classes from the list though, Carry. Can't let you forget!" Raising up on her feet with care, she surrendered to a short drop onto the sandy ground below and put on a comical lecturing tone.
"We have five classes that everyone takes. They're Magic, Weaponry, Alchemy, Beastry, and Master. After that there are the classes you have to choose. So listen carefully now!
"Seventh period you have Music, History, or Potionry. Choose one of those. Eighth is Holy, Flare, or Summoning, and you get to choose one of those. Flare is dark magic, if you didn't know, really dangerous stuff." Keyne nodded a few times seriously. "Ninth is Dragoon, Samurai, or Thievery. Then there's Survival class or Puppetmaster class." Her eyes grew wide and appealing. "But you'll pick Puppetmaster right? 'Cause Master Ensuna and I teach it, and you'll get to see me twice a day!"
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Post by chronolos on May 28, 2008 21:08:57 GMT -5
Caros listened to the main parts of the lecturing, but as always failed to look at the little things people say. But his attention was caught when Keyne explained some of the classes to him.
"So I get to choose five classes? From a school who's doors I haven't even treaded into." Caros croutched down to eye level to Keyne's sea green eyes, and planted both of his hands on her cheeks to squish her lips into a pucker. "I think... I might be interested into this 'Weaponry'? Training that you have for a class, magics always been a dud to me, woods and animals aern't that fond of me neither, neither are bunsons. I've been fond of music since me Da' played on his penny flute from time to time. But for Holy, it sounds good so it must be good. And dragoon, I've been fond of the Wood elf story of Kilthlinies the Purple Dragoon." Caros said as he stopped the puckering and planted his palm on top of Keyne's head.
"You seem also to be the only person who can take me to anywhere so what much of a choice do I have, Could you explain this puppet master skill to me? It seems... ominous." He said to her while gesturing with his finger while waiting for an answer.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 29, 2008 20:14:52 GMT -5
"Okay, so Music, Holy, Dragoon..." she said, marking them down with her tongue between her teeth. Her voice was muffled by his hands, and she puckered her lips at him like a fish face. Squirming out, leaned against the smooth wood of the boat.
"Puppetmaster is where you learn how to control puppets for batte... or just regular stuff. If you get really good, you can even learn how to control other people, but only a few can do that. Master Ensuna is my father, and he's really good at it too, that's why he's the teacher. But I help him, since he doesn't like to talk so much."
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Post by chronolos on May 29, 2008 23:53:54 GMT -5
Caros gave a deep laughter, as he brought himself back up to his knees.
"Good, now let's hurry up to that food before I become Crow Fodder!"
He picked up Keyne under the shoulders, and tossed her up into the air. And within' a heartbeat jumped up to catch her again, while trying to simutaniously land in the boat. Unfortunately he was able to do everything but land himself in the boat, and when Caros and Keyne splashed in the water, the ensuing waves capsized the boat. He wiped the cold muck from his face, and gave a huge grin to Keyne as a response.
"Well looks like I can't 'Carry' you more than I could balance a jar of troll blood jam on my head. By the Holy mother this is awkward." Caros cleared his throat, and stood up. "By your grace, my teacher, please lead the way." He continued to say to her with a grin all the while he readjusted the boat, and offered his hand to her.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 1, 2008 0:57:14 GMT -5
"Ew," she groaned, at the 'troll jam' reference, not the grime coating the side of her face. If Keyne had any qualms about getting wet, they obviously didn't show themselves often. She clambered into the boat with him and wrung out her braid wryly. "You say really weird things, Carry, but you're nicer than my last student." She puffed her cheeks out at the memory. "'Power. Power. Power....' Some people just don't know how to have fun." The boat was busily rowing itself out onto the lake, heading towards the towering silhouette of Twilight Moon Academy. It was a good ten minutes, even at such a swift pace, before they reached the far shore.
Keyne struggled out of the rowboat and lightly ran onto the lawn, happy to be able to move again. She hated sitting still.
"Right up there's the school. Any questions before you can run off and stuff your face?" she asked pleasantly, laughing. Boys were so silly, but at least he wasn't pulling her hair like Franco.
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Post by chronolos on Jun 2, 2008 18:47:22 GMT -5
Caros Listened to Keyne talking about her past students, and decided to add to the conversation by saying, "True, power is nice, but will it buy you happiness, will it bring you friends, no. The only thing power wroughts is power, and nothing else." After that Caros continued to listen to Keyne, all the way up onto the shore.
He looked around and a sense of helplessness came over him, "Hey!" He said quite sheepishly to Keyne, as she started to walk away. "Could you show me around, maybe even to the mess hall and we could get something to eat together?" Caros finished, with a hopefull smile to her.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 3, 2008 20:21:48 GMT -5
"Well here, first take these!" she exclaimed, thrusting two objects in his hand. One was a piece of paper, the other a small green velvet pouch. "I guess I'll go have a snack with you, though. Master Ensuna won't mind." ***Caros received Schedule*** This might help you around...1: Magic 2: Weaponry 3: Alchemy 4: Beastry 5: Master 6: BREAK 7: Music 8: Holy 9: Dragoon 10: Puppetmaster ***Caros received Burst Orb*** It's trembling in your hand... it's warm and unstable...Whatever this orb does, maybe you should use it and run. something about it just screams 'BLOOD EXPLOSION EXTRAORDINAIRE'. (Congrats, Carry, you've passed your Ghost Shipyard test. Come along this link to your food. XD xxbahaumauntxx.proboards102.com/index.cgi?board=food&action=display&thread=3542 ) |
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