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Post by Kaila Lu Luka on May 26, 2008 23:19:06 GMT -5
As if the seemingly uninhabited forest wasn't eerie enough, the thick cloud of fog obstructing Kaila's usually keen vision wasn't easing her nerves very well. Her relaxed stance was very rigid as if she was waiting for battle and her arresting eyes scanned the forest for any would-be predators.
"I really hope this is over quickly." Kaila mummbled, not being very fond of waiting.
Her light step was now drawn on and weary. Her very silhouette seemed ghostly in the white mist. This was indeed one of the last places Kaila would want to be. The saddening place seemed to be drawing from her energy.
Facing the water, Kaila waited. Waited and watched.
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Post by Kaila Lu Luka on May 27, 2008 21:57:28 GMT -5
can someone post please
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Post by demonfire on Jun 1, 2008 20:11:22 GMT -5
A figure cut through the mist like a hot knife through a stick of butter. His attire combinations seemed to clash from different eras: on his head was a baseball hat that seemed to fit around his head perfectly without anything holding it up beside the head itself. It was worn; this was evident by the various loose threads coming out of the bill of the hat, and it was a plain gray color with a small, silver cross on the back of it. He also wore a cloak with a collar that obscured the bottom half of his face and covered his body down to his shoes, which were Nike sneakers.
On his back was a large sheathe holding a great sword by the looks of it. The cross-hilt and hilt of the blade were strikingly beautiful. The metal shined a bit even in the dense fog, and the cross hilt was of a quatrefoil design, showing that it had some sort of Scottish influence. The only barely visible part of the man was his eyes, which were dark blue. The pupils were strangely smaller than usual.
He stood behind Kaila at about six foot, just waiting. He wasn't about to speak the first word to someone; a habit he had been taught through training with his own teacher; although, his teacher wasn't of Twilight Moon Academy.
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Post by Kaila Lu Luka on Jun 1, 2008 20:24:29 GMT -5
Kaila sighed heavily again before strapping her staff to her back. Her apprehensive mood was now quite irate. Waiting, especially in a surrounding such as this, was not Kaila's strong suit. Sure she was High Summoner and indeed suppose to be kind, tolerant and patient, but come on. In her eyes she shouldn't be expect to be anything anyone else in her race wasn't. She was only elf, just like them.
After once again making sure her staff was indeed secure, she turned sharply on her heel to leave. Wanting to leave quickly, feeling it to have been a great waste of time, Kaila walked forward quickly only to collide with something hard. Maybe a tree? No. She hadn't remembered a tree being behind her. Maybe a big creepy monster coming to eat her soul. Mentally slapping herself for thinking such things, she slowly peeked one eye open to stare at what she had hit.
"Am I relieved you aren't a big monster who eats souls. A-Are you?"
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Post by demonfire on Jun 1, 2008 20:31:01 GMT -5
The man stayed rooted where he was, not budging physically or mentally from his position. "I don't eat souls; I slice them to bits. Of course, that's only to the evil. If you fall under this category, I suggest leaving right now, as it would be a very difficult voyage," he said. His eyes glazed over and his pupils dilated for a moment before he resumed speaking: "But, I sense you aren't. So I will be your Master Teacher here at Twilight Moon. You shall call me Sinclair." It was his last name, but he had grown accustomed to being known by his last name anyway.
"And I suggest learning a bit more patience. While it is not a virtue, it is ranked as highly," Sinclair stated.
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Post by Kaila Lu Luka on Jun 1, 2008 20:40:38 GMT -5
Kaila groaned in annoyance. *Great first impression Kaila* Bowing slightly, Kaila spoke. "Please forgive me Master Sinclair. My tolerance skills are less than deplorable. I will be sure to do better next time."
Feeling a bit uneasy Kaila fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her eyes becoming suddenly interested in the damp ground.
Taking a deep breathe Kaila looked up. "My name is Kaila Lu Luka. I'm an elf from the Holy nation of Ashlianna."
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Post by demonfire on Jun 1, 2008 20:48:23 GMT -5
"Yes, I was alerted as to your name and heritage when I scanned your soul," Sinclair said monotonously, "And as to your patience: just make sure to not have it happen again." He moved the black leather sheathe on his shoulder over a bit to make it more comfortable.
"But anyway, onto the priorities. I hope you have had some thought as to the crossing of the lake?" Sinclair asked, the first of surely many tests for Kaila. "Whatever it is, you must also be sure that it can also hold me. Learn to carry your own weight and the person and the weight of the person next to you," Sinclair said in a calm, kind teacher voice.
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Post by Kaila Lu Luka on Jun 1, 2008 21:05:23 GMT -5
"Well I most certainly didn't see that coming." Kaila whispered to herself. "How very inconvenient." Kaila silently observed her surroundings, making sure not to miss even the slightest detail.
"And am I not allowed to choose the obvious choice of a ship? Because if I'm not this might be somewhat of a challenge."
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Post by demonfire on Jun 2, 2008 5:33:07 GMT -5
"I never said you couldn't," Sinclair stated at Kaila's answer to the puzzling predicament of getting across the lake to the school. Sinclair continued on, "now the choice remains whether you want to use a ship that you've chartered yourself or my own." While his ship wasn't noticeable in the myriad of others and the constraining visuals of the fog, Sinclair knew exactly where it was; he could get there blindfolded.
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