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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 1, 2009 23:02:06 GMT -5
Slowly figures came out of the misty lake waters, some ghosts, others more corporeal. Those with bodies, however, were rotted and disfigured, matching their solemn homes. One blue-white figure took off his hat to her, his old-fashioned robes shifting as if the water did not exist. "A very exotic look, milady, almost human. It suits you, though," he complimented before going on his merry way. These deceased figures stared, most curious, some friendly, some dark and antagonizing. Solomon seemed a common visitor. At least, none of the eyes lingered on him for long. One creature, though, seemed completely untouched by the death or decay, and lingered in the shadows with hungry eyes. Once they were past the city, the journey became silent once again in the peaceful embrace of water. No matter how mankind claimed the wild lands of the earth, the deep waters would always hold endless acres of untouched wilderness. Eventually the waters lightened again, and Solomon breached the surface with a twitch of surprise. They had made it across. The scarecrow staggered out onto the shore, slightly off balance from the sudden pressure change, and shook his hat to dry it. With all the needles, wringing it was out of the question. "A person never feels wet until its well time to be dry," he complained to himself. Water spilled from his pocket as he retrieved a soggy piece of paper, and he focused on his student again. "Alright, girl, let's have a chat about classes. Magic, Weaponry, Beastry, and Master are classes every student has to have. But now for all the more entertaining choices. "During the seventh period you can choose Music, History, or Potionry. Eighth period has Holy, Flare, or Summoning. So, Miss Ophelia, you may take either a class in healing/light magic, dark/offensive magic, or... summoning. Next it's either Dragoon, Samurai, or Thievery class. Lastly, a girl has a choice of either Survival or Puppetmaster. One is for sustaining oneself in the wilderness, the other is for more telekinetic pursuits. Any questions, and a self-made man such as myself would be happy to answer them." (Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! )
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Post by Marie on Jan 2, 2009 18:26:16 GMT -5
If it was possible to jump underwater Ofelia did just that, the last thing she had expected was for beings to show up. She fought down the urge to hide behind Solomon, that wouldn't be a very good impression.
She didn't know whether to smile or shriek (not that she could underwater) when a man came up and complimented her. She felt eyes watching her everywhere and it gave her the creeps. She worked her legs harder through the water to speed up a bit.
Once they were out of the water she tried to shake off as much of the moisture as she could. Though the water seemed to not want to get out of her ears, she tilted her head so far to the side that she almost lost her balance.
While the tall man was talking she tried her best to keep up with what he was saying, though a lot of it went right over her head.
"Um, ah, Music would be best for me," She tried to remember what else he had said. "Uh, I'd prefer Holy or Summoning, though I'm not quite sure what you mean by Summoning. Could you explain what Dragoon is, and Puppetmaster would be better for me since Survival skills would be wasted on me."
She was a bit overwhelmed, what had she gotten into?
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 3, 2009 1:45:12 GMT -5
He placed his hat back over his head and startled to stroll towards the lawn. Twilight Moon Academy sprawled ahead, a massive construction of stone and soaring windows, all lit gently in the semi-darkness. It always appeared darkened on the Ghost Shipyards side, perhaps because of the Shipyards themselves.
"A girl should relax. No one can expect her to be perfect. No one is," Solomon assured her. "Hm, Summoning teaches the students to call beings to their aid, otherworldly or otherwise. Dragoon is the study of dragons, some dragon-obsessed man is probably funding us. I've never liked the things myself." He made a face, thinking of all those scales and teeth.
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Post by Marie on Jan 11, 2009 17:53:53 GMT -5
Ofelia almost didn't hear her teacher's response since she was busy gaping at the large building in front of her. Never had she seen something like this in real life, only in books and movies. Was she going to be living here?
She remembered the she was having a conversation and quickly recalled what he had said. "Um, I guess Summoning and Thievery then," She never took her eyes off the large structure before them.
"Is this the school?" She asked in awe.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 12, 2009 12:28:48 GMT -5
"That is is, Miss Ophelia," her teacher was quick to assure her. "Twilight Moon Academy, a dimension apart from the worlds of its glorious students, and no passport needed." The skeletal man finished writing on the piece of paper and rummaged around his pockets for a small velvet pouch, and he held both of them up above her with an amused look.
"Now if a girl wants her schedule and a little prize, she's going to have to tell me something about herself. If it's a good enough fact, I'll even let her ask a question about me." Of course, Solomon was just playing. If she really wanted to keep silent, she would get all of those things regardless. He was a tolerant person, after all, and it was only natural to have some curiosity about one's students.
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Post by Marie on Jan 28, 2009 1:05:38 GMT -5
((Sorry I took so long!))
Ofelia tore her gaze from the large building and looked up at the pouch and paper with wide eyes. Something about herself? She could do that...
She wondered, for a moment why he would want to know something about her, and he hadn't even specified what it should be. He could just want to know a bit about her, maybe? He had said that he would be her teacher.
"Uhh," She said unintelligently as she rummaged through her mind for something to say. "I named my violin Samwise, after a character in Lord of the Rings, it's my favorite book." She gestured to the black case on her back that held her precious instrument.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 28, 2009 11:15:21 GMT -5
(Midterms? They're a bummer, couldn't blame you. xD But next time you could drop a warning before leaving so long. I thought you had quit out.)
The scarecrow chuckled, enjoying that. She was imaginative; not many would name their violins. Also, she must enjoy reading as well as playing music. Those were not books for only the here-and-then reader.
"Creative. I have read those books as well, and I would have to say my favorite character is Aragorn, though Samwise would probably fall second. It's good to know about a girl I'll be teaching..." He gave her the schedule and pouch.
"And for that, a girl has earned the chance to question me--about anything."
***Ophelia received schedule*** Where to go, when to be there.... 1: Magic 2: Weaponry 3: Beastry 4: Masters 5: Break [You are now in...] 6: Music 7: Summoning 8: Thievery 9: Puppetmaster
***Ophelia received Shaking Orb*** It vibrates, and there are swirling colors of gray and green inside it. The summoner of this orb will be able to call forth the Bane Sidhe, also know as the Banshee. She appears to be a fair Gaelic woman with long black hair and blue eyes puffy from crying, a gray cloak covering her form. If any music is played she will sing with it, making the sound extremely painful to humans and enough to send an elf into unconsciousness. Otherwise, she is a protector, taking wounds for her summoner.
Warning: Summoning is tiring. Practice before a battle, or the shock of the first time could lead to the loss of the fight.
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Post by Marie on May 2, 2009 23:43:38 GMT -5
((I'm so sorry! D: Please don't hate me.))
Ofelia smiled a bit at being called creative, to her it was like being praised, something that didn't happen often now days.
A slip of paper and a small bag was given to her, which she quickly began examining. The paper was her school schedule, and the bag held a gray and green orb which she examined with interest. She had never seen a stone like this before, it was kinda pretty in her opinion.
Her smile then faltered, ask him something? But what? The short girl's mind raced as she tried to come up with something that wouldn't be rude or prying or stupid. Ofelia fiddled with her fingers, thinking all the while.
"Uh... Do you play any instruments, Sir?" She asked, thinking of the violin on her back. Quick thinking was something she would have to work on. She had failed in her task to not ask something stupid, in her opinion that is.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 3, 2009 19:08:06 GMT -5
(No worries, why would I hate you? Most of our new students leave during the shipyards, never to return. But you, you came back. xD)
Solomon's fiery eyes drifted to the side as he recalled his life. "Hmmm... yes, I do believe I once had some talent with the sitar. I had almost forgotten..." He blinked thoughtfully. Funny, how things slipped away. A grin tugged at his stiches. "A girl would do best to avoid my recital, however, my hands lacking decades of much needed practice." Maybe he would pick one up again sometime.
"Well for now, a girl should make her way to the school. There are no classes happening at the moment, so she could go about making some friends. They would be lucky to have you, Ophelia," her teacher said warmly, lapsing into a more personal address. Solomon felt she was an interesting student, and she would not be the only one of them that was learning.
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Post by Marie on May 4, 2009 19:20:16 GMT -5
((I feel so bad for just disappearing, but Li-Wa told me to come back.))
'A sitar...?' Ofelia thought, she had heard of the instrument but couldn't place what it looked like or sounded like. She had a vague feeling it was a string instrument though. She giggled a bit at what he had said about practicing.
Her smile slipped from her ashy face. She had been avoiding the thought of being around people, people that would surely notice her and maybe they would be nice. But what if they weren't? What if they hated her and bullied her? If she was lucky they would just ignore her, she hoped they would at least.
Ofelia chewed her lip, avoiding looking at the tall man before her. She didn't want to seem like some scardy-cat (even though she totally was).
"Oh. Um, okay," She mumbled quietly. Maybe she could find a corner to sit in until it was time for class?
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 4, 2009 19:43:46 GMT -5
Solomon put a reassuring hand briefly on her shoulder before leading her up the grassy lawn to the school. There Ophelia would make many friends, or none at all. Happiness was rarely woven from a single thread, but even the most inexperienced had been known to create the perfect design.
(Congratulations! You have completed the Ghost Shipyards, and now the whole -or at least most- of the school is open to you! Meet friends, make enemies, go into random caves and kill things for the 3G's! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. You're pretty lucky, since some other new students have recently joined. Might get a whole new classfull. XD And don't feel bad at all. Like I said, happens all the time.)
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