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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 17, 2008 19:22:29 GMT -5
Somewhere within the Ghost Shipyards there was a bar and a loud ruccus coming from inside, various shouts, breaking glass and god awful singing. Inside was a rather odd scene, loud drunks rambling something or another and the more quiet ones seated in a dark corner drinking their ales. Two beings stood out though, standing on the bar were two males with rusty orange colored shaggy hair. They were the ones singing, "Love me! Love me! Say that you love me! Fool me! Fool me! Go on and fool me! Love me! Love me! Pretend that you love me! Leave Me! Leave me! Just say that you need me!" They sang in oddly perfect unison for a pair of drunk teens but they were twins so they probably had the whole talking in unison thing down pretty well. They each had thier 'microphones' one with a spoon in his hand and the other with a wine glass with traces of vodka on the bottom. Thier faces were rosy as they sang the odd, vaguely pathetic love song with smiles beaming in thier expression, they were so gone right now. Five hours previously... "Okay, I think we're here..." Joel said, looking around as he peered out of the bushes for a few moments, his glance moving from side to side "You wait here and if it's safe and we won't get killed... I'll come get you. Got it?" he looked back at his identical twin: Alpin. The two were fair skinned, red haired twins of decent height, thier forest green eyes showed traces of plotting in thier glimmer and they never broke thier smiles of mischeif. They were eighteen but that didn't make them any more mature. And so Joel stepped out of the bushes and away from the forest that fringed the Ghost Shipyard and he headed out looking for anyone that could confirm that it was indeed the Ghost Shipyard. His eyes looked around, struggling to see through the damned fog and he was a bit irritated about it in all honesty, "Hey, anyone know where I am?" he asked, not caring who bothered to respond, it had been an odd week of travelling considering the concept of anything actually being magic was alien to him, he always figured the whole little breaking locks thing was like... a superpower or maybe he was a mutant- like on X-Men or something. He made a note to keep an eye out for any bald guys in wheelchairs. Joel readjusted the placement of his backpack over his shoulder as he looked around for any helpful soul that would give him some advice about getting to this TMA place. "JOEL! B.A.M.! B.A.M.!" Alpin shouted, running accross the wooden planking, using some odd acronym that nobody else could possibly understand though Joel understood it, breaking into a run as well without bothering to look for what the situation was. One thing that was easily learned during your crash-course of the magical world was that B.A.M. meant B.A.M. and there was no use in looking to see what it looked like because you're screwed if you do. For you curious little duckies... B.A.M. stands for Big. Ass. Motherfucker. yes, indeed. The twins in a sprint for any cover they could find managed to find themselves in hiding next to a building, thier eyes wide as some large tiger with horns and... uh... wings ran past with teeth bared. "Alpin, what the hell?" said one to the other, if they didn't say the other's name while talking it'd be nearly impossible to tell whom was who. The two decided to duck inside the building to hide in case the thing came back. Back to the present... One of the twins slipped, falling off the bar and the wine glass shattering around him in little peices. His eyes were wide and you could tell that falling off a bar wasn't on his list of things to do for the day. THe one with a spoon in hand froze, "You okay?" he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he asked the question, offering a hand to help his brother back up onto the 'stage.' "Yer gonna have to pay for that!" The bartender pointed out, the wine glass wasn't worth much but the man figured he could charge as much as he wanted for the destroyed property. "Now, now old man-""-that's not fair at all""They're defective is all.""They're not 'defective'! Nothing's wrong with them at all!" "Really?" The two spoke together in unison as the entire rack of glasses behind the bartender shattered in a loud ruckus and the sound of tinkling, broken glass rang through the building and everyone turned to look. "Looks like they're all atleast a bit 'defective' if you ask me, what do you say Alpin?" he looked towards his brother. "Looks like you should pay us since you made us use your bad glasses... we could have been seriously hurt."The bartender narrowed his eyes, "Get out!" he said, though the twins didn't seem too convinced, of course it took a guy of uneccesary height to pick the two up by thier collars and throw them out of the bar and so they were plunged back into the Ghost Shipyard to wait for thier teacher like any normal TMA students might. The two twins stood thier as thier eyes adjusted to the darkness compared to the bar they'd left behind when thier backpacks were thrown through the doorway and hit them on the back of the head, causing them to nearly fall over. Li-Wa deserves some kind of cash prize- she used 'TMA' and 'normal' in the same sentence. "Well that was amusing""If only for a little while." Joel finished the sentance, the two of them already beginning to adopt a bored expression, perhaps they were a tad ADD. Though one noticeable thing was they were perfectly able to walk in a straight line, either they got sober quick, or they were really good at faking drunk or faking sober... or they managed to order some kind of drink that's alcoholic effects faded rather quickly- somewhere upon the lines of when you left the building. Magic was indeed a wonderful thing.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 19, 2008 9:10:22 GMT -5
A light, entrancing melody pierced through the fog to Joel and Alpin, almost hypnotizing. The haunting guitar-ballad echoed all around, as if having no true, single home. A humdrum accompanied it like a bass instrument; although, it was noticeably naturally-produced pitches. The beautiful sound stopped, followed by the not-so-beautiful yawning of a bored Muse. The sick, squeamish sound of leeches accompanied the yawn just as they had done for the guitar.
The muse walked toward the twins like he had nothing better to do, and in fact, that was the entire reason. His face was bored and cold, offset by the burning red hair that he let grow down to his ears. His irises were emotionless, liquid metal.
His clothes were 'exotic', because they were a Salvian military uniform. Gray scale clothes with black, fingerless gauntlets, a shoulderpad over his right shoulder, and a modified sixteenth note on his shirt. Strapped to his back was a black guitar, apparently with some sort of axe-like blade on one end.
"I'm going to guess you two runts are Joel and Alpin," Topper said without any emotion beside fatigue. The irony of the situation was that Topper was a bit shorter than the twins.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 19, 2008 13:58:13 GMT -5
"I'm really thinking this must be some kind of cult..." Alpin whispered to his brother, looking towards the stranger with the guitar, obviously not sure of thier arrival there, and Alpin had more reason to be nervous because he indeed wasn't even supposed to be there since he wasn't invited to come... and a cult probably would get a bit angry if someone just followed another member and tried to get in. Alpin didn't want to be sacrificed next to a goat or anything because that certainly wasn't how he wanted to end his life.
"yeah, I'm following you on that one." Joel responded in the same quiet tone before the two of them spoke up, "And who wants to know?" they inquired, the lightest scent of alcohol coming from thier bodies. They both tilted thier heads to the side and one of them let out a hiccup, though whoever it was that hiccupped couldn't be named due to the fact it was nearly impossible to tell them appart. "Alpin, get the hats." Joel commanded, apparently it was Joel whom had hiccuped. Oh well.
"I brought Basil... I didn't have any room for the hats..." Alpin said, a bit of a frightened tone in his voice, "You were supposed to bring them."
"Joanna reminded you to get them!" Joel exclaimed, obviously unhappy that the hats were forgotten.
"But she was pointing at you!" Alpin shouted in response before he paused, Joel paused as well, and they held a very displeased expression upon thier faces. Joanna got them mixed up. Great. Now they didn't have thier hats and during and 'mischeif making' thier heads would feel completely naked which wasn't pleasant.
"Wait... you brought Basil with you?" Joel asked, a smile spreading over his face, obviously something redeeming was found out for the moment, then the two remembered- someone else was there.
"Uh... hi!" the two said, a bit unsure that it would be okay to talk to strange cult-people while in a dark, misty shipyard place like this and while they were perhaps mildly drunk. Besides, it was quite an odd instrument that the stranger was carrying, yes indeed they were told the whole 'stranger danger' thing when they were kids but they figured they outnumbered this particular stranger so they could likely kick his ass if he tried anything.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 19, 2008 14:27:40 GMT -5
Topper yawned--the first of many to be expected. He swung the guitar around , showing off its polished black body and the sharp blade attached to it. As if in response to the 'cult' comment made by the twins, the muse played an intro belonging to "Don't Fear the Reaper". "I want to--" Topper said, punctuating that sentence with a yawn, "I've got the 'honor' of being your teacher." While talking, his fingers still moved in perfection, making every note as perfect as BÖC intended it to be. Like it was drawn to the sound, a leech made itself visible atop Topper's head. It matted down its hair and was gray with the vague image of a musical staff on its back. Despite being a parasitic pest, it seemed like a pet atop his head with no malice at all.
Topper ceased his playing and returned the guitar back. His hand went up to the large leech atop his head and the creature slithered onto his hand and he pet the little fellow with his free hand.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 20, 2008 0:12:26 GMT -5
"Alpin, you might want to keep a watch on Basil." Joel warned, his eyes looking towards the leech for a few moments, then towards the backpack that Alpin carried. He was obviously worried for that 'Basil' creature thing that was in there somewhere or whatever.
Alpin shrugged, "She's fine..." he instead looked towards the leech creature that the teacher held, "I don't think she'd eat something like that either... it doesn't have fur." he shrugged.
"And then- so you're my teacher?" Joel asked, "And what exactly are you going to teach me?" he asked, "And where are we going, and when are we going to get there?" he asked one question directly after another, obviously he kinda wanted to get wherever they were going. He rested his elbow on Alpin's shoulder, a bit of a smirk on his face and he awaited
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Post by demonfire on Jun 20, 2008 10:19:16 GMT -5
"Yeah," Topper said lazily, after which he yawned. His eyelids sagged down heavily, implying that he hadn't had much sleep, when the irony was he had more than most sloths. Experience would show that Topper had already expended more energy than truly needed.
As if in response to the threat of being eaten, the leech stood up like a snake and released a sickening squeal that had no effect on the comatose-Topper. It revealed rows of fangs all around its large, circular mouth like it was challenging whatever this 'Basil' was. "I doubt--" Topper said, interrupted by his own yawn, "it. I'd fear more for Basil's safety than for Hendrix's." Apparently, the crown jewel of his leech army was named Hendrix for some reason known only to Topper.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 20, 2008 17:38:02 GMT -5
"You keep that thing away from Basilisk, okay?" Joel warned, narrowing his eyes at the leech as he reached into Alpin's backpack to pull out whatever this 'Basil' creature was and of course he pulled out a long, black and brown mottled snake with glimmery black eyes. He held it protectively while he glared at the leech.
"Someone likes guitars..." Alpin remarked, looking at 'Hendrix' for a few moments, "So is there anything we need to do before we get to this 'Academy for the Gifted'? because I'd kinda like to know." Alpin was obviously the more level headed of the two twins. In all perfect honesty Alpin was suprised that his presence wasn't questioned considering he obviously didn't have any powers whatsoever and therefor didn't truly belong in a place such as this Twilight Moon Academy, it was likely that the teen would get killed off quickly and easily which is kinda sad and unfortunate. Still, it made you wonder why he came along with his brother anyways if not solely for the purpose of being the designated snake-carrier.
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Post by demonfire on Jun 24, 2008 16:05:54 GMT -5
Topper yawned a prequel to his upcoming phrase: "Yeah, I guess you've got to pick a schedule or something." He went into the pouch on his side and pulled out a click-pen and a folded up piece of paper. He lazily held out the items with a narcoleptic yawn, the infamous trademark of the teacher. On the sheet, it read:
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
"Have fun," Topper said as he went back to petting the large leech.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 30, 2008 17:27:01 GMT -5
Joel looked over the paper, "Aren't you helpful..." he remarked under his breath, "Okay, for what it matters I'll take potionry, flare, dragoon, and puppetmaster." he stated, looking at the paper and he had a simple, easy logic behind his choices and that was... 1. he never was able to stay awake in history class and he had no musical talent whatsoever... 2. Flare sounded cooler than any of the other choices... 3. same goes with Dragoon... 4. any class called 'Survival' was likely to kill him out of some odd stroke of irony. "Is there anything else we need to get done?" "Because it's kind of boring here." "Though it looks like you've already figured that out." they remarked on Topper's yawning. Weren't those twins observant? Yeppers.
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Post by demonfire on Jul 7, 2008 8:52:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, you're supposed to get a prize. Thanks for playing," Topper said lazily as he dug into his pocket. He pulled out a slimy sphere a little larger than a marble. He handed it over to Joel and Alpin, actually having to shake it off because of the glue-like properties of the gunk. Joel and Alpin get...
Something This white sac thing is sticky, so put it in a pocket of a pair of crap pants. It's squishy, but don't squish it too much, or it will pop. It does nothing.
"Keep it in a moist p-" he yawned, "place. Trust me, it helps with all the gunk." The enthusiastic teacher awaited the joyful cheers of his students from their present. And if you could tell that last sentence was all a lie, Brandon gives you props.
"And keep it how I give it to you until Master Class," he said quite adamantly.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 8, 2008 11:55:52 GMT -5
Alpin accepted the gift rather than Joel, looking at it with mild curiosity "So when are we even going to get to this 'Academy' of yours?" he asked, trying to figure out where to put the nasty little thing he was given, glancing towards his twin to see if he had an idea at all, nope... nothing.
"We could feed it to Basil." Joel offered, and the snake perked up a bit, looking towards Alpin and the strange item, obviously understanding something of the situation.
"I don't think that's what he had in mind when he gave it to us..." Alpin shook his head, obviously unhappy with his brother's suggestion.
"Actually he gave it to me, you aren't even supposed to be here, so hand it over." Joel didn't even think twice before saying that his brother wasn't even supposed to be here, not thinking of the fact that Alpin might get sent away if Topper bothered to care for more than a few moments, but if things continued they way they were... Topper would seem not to even notice what was said.
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Post by demonfire on Jul 8, 2008 20:17:05 GMT -5
Topper actually fell asleep listening to the two bicker between themselves, only to be awoken to the sweet music of silence. "Huh? Whatever..." he said simultaneously as he walked over to a rowboat big enough for four, because there was already a 'passenger' in the boat.
The former human seemed to be outfitted with murmillone-esque helmet and metal shoulder pads. There were no eye-holes for the being--only one small slit where the nose was exposed its face to the air. It wore no shirt, and was littered with scars. The once-man was a virtual tank with body-builder muscles. On the middle of its back was what seemed like the tails of leeches similar to the one that Topper carried, except they were much larger.
The Stroveen had its hands on two identical oars. Its breaths were deep and threatening, as if ready to go on a berserker rage on any moment.
Regardless, Topper walked nonchalantly into the vessel with a yawn and lazily motioned for Joel and Alpin to do the same.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 9, 2008 6:21:25 GMT -5
Joel looked towards Topper, a bit of mild suprise on his face when he saw the foreboding boatman, he looked towards Alpin, "Looks like your boyfriend Tiny followed you all the way here... or was that your nickname, hmm? Tiny?" he elbowed Alpin in the ribs rather hard.
Alpin glared, "Just get in the boat, idiot." he shook his head as he got into the boat, keeping a wary eye on the boat rower, and of course there wouldn't be anything to get in the way of the whole 'wary eyed' dealio... except Joel of course.
"Don't worry... about a thiiiing! Because every little thing! Is gon' be alright!" Joel crooned, a smile on his face as he 'sang' the Bob Marley classic and he swayed back and forth as well because in all honesty he saw nothing wrong with the situation... the twins... the freakmonster, and the narcoleptic all in a boat headed towards some school that neither of the twins were exactly sure if it existed. For all they knew, Topper could have been some kind of sleepy pedo-rapist, and of course they thought of such a possibility but they had previously decided they outnumbered him and could kick his lazy ass... they hadn't yet plugged 'Tiny' the boat rower into the equation yet and God knows when they'd bother to figure that one out.
Alpin shook his head and joined in on the song, not wanting to insult the grave of Bob Marley by not joining in with the singing, "Don't worry! About a thiing! B'cause every little thing! Is gonna be alright!" the two twins continued on together with the song, paying no attention to whether or not someone was telling them to shut the hell up. Because honestly, what kind of S.O.B. would have something against Bob? Seriously my friend, it's Bob Marley, you have to like it.
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Post by demonfire on Jul 9, 2008 7:17:12 GMT -5
The boat 'man' began rowing with what seemed to be using little energy. The craft rocketed out of the docks with an inhuman (and in-Shark) strength. It soon released a deep, threatening growl when it heard a music classic being brutally murdered, mutilated, dismembered, and then pissed on. Obviously it wasn't a big fan of the Tryp duo. Even the narcoleptic Topper spent some energy to cover his ears. "Jesus Christ! That kind of singing will kill the living and wake the dead! Even Marley, rest his soul!" he yelled wide-eyed.
"Hurry up and get to the school, on the double! Agh!" he yelled in disgust, and the Stroveen boatman picked up the pace, most likely reaching the school in the next post or two. "Your Master Class is going to be hell now! Agh, God!"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 9, 2008 7:28:18 GMT -5
"It wasn't that bad!" Joel defended, looking towards Alpin, "Alpo! Tell 'im!" he said, as if Alpin was some kind of rottwieller that could be sicked on anyone that bothered Joel. Of course Alpin wasn't so obeying wasn't even an option.
"S'not my class... I'm not even supposed to be here as you've already said." Alpin shrugged, he didn't appreciate being called 'Alpo' so meh, he wasn't even going to bother helping, though he did think that Topper was overreacting... the singing wasn't as bad as the teacher made it seem. He looked at the water passing them by and he began to hum, inintentionally in perfect timing with his twin. The two hummed the tune to 'Piano Man' they were pretty on key and not as loud so it would be assumed that it was more tolerable than singing.
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