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Post by HarbingerxOfxDeath on Apr 16, 2009 16:52:16 GMT -5
She sat in the darkness for a long while, unsure why exactly she had agreed to this at all. Sure, she wanted to be what she was supposed to be but she had accepted what she was now. Could she really change? Was it in her to change? She couldn't see anyone in sight and she sighed. In her mind, this was probably just a waste of time but she had agreed to this deal and she didn't want the witch to turn her into something that definitely couldn't defend itself.
She kept an eye on the dock, studying the area with her usual calculative gaze. She couldn't scent anyone either, which was a pain in her book. She was on time as it was. They should be here by now. Scowling, she ventured out slowly, walking with precision in her strides. There was little doubt she could turn fast when she wanted to.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 16, 2009 19:42:22 GMT -5
A tall, slim man approached her, taking no detours and never slowing his pace. A scarred leather duster covered nondescript clothes. They were practical and fit well enough, but the colors were muted and no trace of design or embellishment could be seen. A long, sturdy wooden case pressed against his back, supported by a shoulder strap.
As he came nearer, the first thing one noticed was his forehead. Two slashes, making the shape of an X, seemed to have been cut across it recently, since the cuts were still red and sickly pale around the edges. That was a deception. The wound had remained there for countless decades, and had never healed past that stage. It was always very visible too, since his brown hair fell nearly to his waist. The man's dark eyes, hard and distrustful, were watching the leopard the whole time. His steps stopped when he had arrived within two yards of her, and he inclined his head politely. There was a coldness there, but it seemed more of a personality flaw than any emotion directed at her.
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Post by HarbingerxOfxDeath on Apr 16, 2009 20:50:30 GMT -5
After a little moment she stopped her slow movements and stood there for a moment, coldly listening to the approaching figure. She quietly sniffed the cold air before she sat, her tail twitched slightly as she waited for the figure to reach her. Her nose and whiskers had alerted her to his presence a good while before he stopped, though not for the entirety of his approach. With her back to him, she turned her head part way and studied what she saw. She said nothing at first, simply content to watch and study this figure of a male. The place was dark, but she had no need for a lightbulb or any other form. She was a cat after all, a nocturnal creature.
"I'd say look what the cat dragged in but..." she vaguely smiled "bu, hm, as you can see, it's a little underrated"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 16, 2009 22:04:44 GMT -5
"The school is across the lake," the man informed her, his voice low and somewhat apathetic. His eyes turned to the angry, frothing waters momentarily before coming back to Hecate. "We will have to choose boats carefully; there are demons in the dark." Demons indeed, but would her leopard skin protect her? Doubtful. Talk did not issue from the mouth of beasts, and monsters looked not with their eyes.
The moonlight shivered across her coat, raining down through the fissures in the clouds. "I am Cedrick, and I will be your guide and teacher." He appraised her in a removed fashion, evaluting her raw potential. The power and speed of a leopard with the mind of a human. If her humanity could take the challenge, she would more than hold her own against the other students. Animals did not know self-discipline, and so had limited potential. She could go further, if she wanted to.
"What are you aspirations?" the teacher inquired. He could not guide her until he knew where she wanted to go. The same went for teaching.
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Post by HarbingerxOfxDeath on Apr 17, 2009 12:31:41 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed at the rather obvious and she found it rather of something silly to say or she would have gotten there herself. She yawned, perhaps on purpose or perhaps not but that was not overly clear. She was naturally and openly suspicious over this man, and she definitely wasn't trusting of him but from how he acted and the sound of his vocalisations, he wasn't exactly open to trust either. That's just peachy, she silently mused as her tail twitched and curled as she sat there.
"Least one of us a normal name," she stated cynically. In truth, she thought his name dull and empty of originality. She found that others, humans especially, were a bore for decent names but she supposed she had gotten off lightly with Hecate, which was more than relevant in accordance to who had made her this way. "They call me Hecate, and that's all you may call me," she said, she hated any other title such as 'miss', or 'lady or whatever with a hard, cold passion.
She rose again and stretched languidly before she turned more fully to face him now since he obviously wasn't going to go before her as she would have preferred. She studied him openly again and idly flexed her claws, scratching marks into the wood beneath her feet. Her eyes narrowed at the question. She was only here really because of a deal with the Witch that had made what she was now. She wasn't even trustful that the Witch would keep her end of the bargain.
"To better myself, I suppose you could," her tone was neutral with no special feeling towards the question.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 17, 2009 14:09:21 GMT -5
Cedrick lifted his shoulders briefly in a shrug. Names were simply a convenience, the narrowest specification a being could obtain. The only thing he ever found odd was that parents almost always named their children. If a name was truly to represent someone, then would it not make more sense to be self-proclaimed? Not that he particularly minded--years ago he learned the pointless arrogance of individuality. In the end, humans were humans, the differences slight.
Even the cat before him.
As for her answer, it was not very enlightening. Unsurprising. "Better in what way?" he prompted. Cedrick seemed about to say more, but he paused, instead scanning the area. Someone was coming.
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Post by Arual on Apr 17, 2009 14:25:41 GMT -5
Caro was never late, but today they had sent her in on a split instant change of plans. Not a moment after being pulled aside from the Headmaster himself, being told to redirect herself to the shipyards for a second student she was to be assigned to, the woman arrived where she had ironically JUST left.
The angelic looking blonde woman strode gracefully over to the other two. Ah, so she was also going to work with another teacher. This should be interesting, and hopefully personalities wouldn't crash like she had unhappily done with some in her past.
"I apologize for my late appearance, I was told to come at the last minute by the Headmaster," she said calmly, her icy gray blue hued eyes both gentle and piercing all at once. "My name is Caro, and I shall be your teacher as well, Miss Hecate. It is nice to meet you." Cedrick got a look, but it wasn't one of offense. She was slightly surprised, but nothing more....he wasn't making a big deal of it.....yet.
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Post by HarbingerxOfxDeath on Apr 17, 2009 17:15:53 GMT -5
"I have a feeling you'll see," she said darkly, her eyes cold and empty, her tail twitching again before she stilled slightly. It was her whiskers turn to twitch as she registered the scent and presence of another. She sighed, just how many were coming to meet her here? Was two really that necessary?
She looked at the newcomer and narrowed her amber eyes with open suspicion and distrust. Needless to say, she wasn't moved by this one's appearance, particularly her eyes. Hecate's manner changed subtly for the worst as soon as she was called 'miss Hecate', her eyes stayed to their narrowed state and growled softly in response signaling something had been said that she had not appreciated. Her stance did not let up.
"And you," Hecate's tone was less than civil.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 17, 2009 18:35:06 GMT -5
He did not really feel that a reply was necessary to that. Cedrick was a patient person. A child was forced to school against her will. He was not used to children. Most of the students at TMA decided to attend. At the very least, they made the experience theirs. But Hecate, refusing to eat because she resented that she had to. Not bathing for the simple reason that someone told her to. Irrational, spiteful. Predictable, in a child? He was not used to children.
The presence of Caro unsettled him, which presented itself in a slight narrowing of his eyes. She did not look it, but... undead. She was a vampire. Eight years of slaying them did not remove itself from memory easily. Or habit.
"That monster... slaughtered my only son... please.. I want you to kill them. All vampires, all of them!" Her face was streaked with tears, abject in her suffering.
"You want me to commit genocide for one crime," he had said, impassive. "You will judge a people by a person." The woman's eyes widened, from shock to sorrow to outrage in quick succession.
"What is this?!" she cried, "They said you took any job! They said you would do it! I-?!"
"I did not say that I wouldn't," he said quietly, and she stopped, now a bit confused. She didn't understand.
Cedrick returned her gaze, questioning. He didn't particularly like women, and he didn't particularly like partners. Thus, this teaching arrangement was distasteful to him. Why would the school want two teachers for one student? Usually any unusual teacher arrangement required a personal request from a guardian or the student. Considering Hecate's welcoming demeanor, it was unlikely that she had desired this.
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Post by Arual on Apr 17, 2009 18:47:59 GMT -5
Caro could taste both of their dislike towards her, but she'd pull through their unfond feelings as if it were dirt on her shoulder. The student didn't have to like her, she only had to listen. If it was such a big deal, then the girl could complain- or Cedrick could ask for her not to be there as well.
"Pardon me," she said to Hecate. "I didn't mean to offend anyone." Her two different colored strips of hair dyed on the sides of her head blew back like the rest of her collarbone length locks, her hands in her pockets- kid gloves on, but for now it was nothing more than sport. She didn't know what she was exactly walking into this time, you know.
A soft whispering voice fell into the mind of the student......
Please at least give me the respect I give you, Hecate. I do not wish to do you harm, and I understand you don't want to be here. The only way to get out is to go forward, and get through it, so it ends faster. Look at it anyways you feel fit- but do not judge one based off of their greeting.
The voice was Caro's, and it left the girl's head, ready to return if need be, but her icy blue eyes were on the student, neither soft or stoney.
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Post by HarbingerxOfxDeath on Apr 17, 2009 19:16:12 GMT -5
She slowly sat, watching them both. She could smell the distaste or the hatred, though the male, Cedrick, was 'speaking' louder than Caro was. She was somewhat confused by them both but she couldn't explain why. She didn't have to and she never bothered. Her feelings were her own and no one had a right to them unless she deemed it prudent, which was rare in itself. She idly licked her nose, her expression cold and uninviting, yet there was pride and acceptance of something unsure. She then yawned perhaps in an obstinate manner before she looked at Caro sharpely as she heard a female voice that was not her own. Her expression grew yet more angered.
"I don't appreciate people talking where they shouldn't be, Caro. My head is private, stay out of it and we'll have no quarrel thereafter," she stated angrily, her voice almost that of a hiss. She saw no reason for others to believe they had a right to speak freely into a person's mind without that person's prior consent. To her, it was something that should never be done. For Caro to do this to her was unforgivable.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 18, 2009 19:51:08 GMT -5
Cedrick raised an eyebrow, focusing his attention on the vampiress. "Secrets?" he asked, not in a tone that really required a response. It seemed this would be trying for all three of them. The Headmaster had a sense of humor, after all.
"Unless we are planning to make camp here, we should find our way across." Cedrick walked to the edge of the docks, examining the vessels available. From the smallest rowboat to the largest galleon, every ship was gray and decaying. The sails were tattered, twitching fitfully in the breeze, but no sound came from them. Besides the slow breathing of the water, the silence could not be more complete.
A beautiful welcome, from Twilight Moon to its students. Cedrick often wondered if it was negligence to leave their front yard so dark, or if they left it this way to weed out their weaker students.
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Post by Arual on Apr 18, 2009 19:59:03 GMT -5
"Again, I am very sorry. However, I hope that at least this will lighten your spirits," the vampire told the girl. "We have a Theivery class I believe you will excel in beautifully, among a decent set of other class choices you can pick from."
Caro started moving to the boats, not really seing how they had been there so long- but she HAD come at the last moment.....yeah Laura isn't really doing will on waking up at 4 am this morning, so her posts kind of suck tonight.
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Post by HarbingerxOfxDeath on Apr 18, 2009 20:10:40 GMT -5
Hecate only blinked slowly in return at her, he way of accepting the apology without vocally acknowledging it entirely. She had authority issues. She stretched and looked at Caro again, wondering what she meant or implied when she mentioned Thievery classes. She didn't steal exactly, merely burrowed without hint of reply. She had a skewed view on things but she did wonder what kind of place this was if they taught thievery.
"I am what I am," she muttered with a heavy sigh, she did enough of re-teaching herself. "Don't expect anything less from the likes of me." With that, she turned and made to follow Cedrick knowing this was something she had to bore herself with if there was ever a chance in heaven, hell or purgatory of leaving her state of self. It was complicated and Hecate saw little need for it to go beyond her and the Witch' knowledge. Course, that damn hag had probably explained every little detail to this place's boss. Jumble joysticks she thought sourly.
She scowled at the grey outlook on the floating vessels, "Which one?" she stated darkly. Just as long as it wasn't small, she cared not.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 18, 2009 21:10:50 GMT -5
"May I make a suggestion? Safe passage?" came a whispery kind of voice. A cloaked figure stood on an odd, flattened out boat, his face obscured by his hood. Cedrick felt at once that the person was not human, and his eyes flashed momentarily to a deep purple color before fading again to brown. He could be trusted, and that was all that Cedrick needed to know.
He walked onto the platform first. Even if he trusted the creature, he didn't exactly trust the boat itself. It was physically impossible for someone to pole their way across the lake, unless they were going to hug the sides. As far as magic ignoring the physically impossible, Cedrick preferred not to think about it. Since it didn't kill him immediately, he would just have to assume the rest of the group would live as well.
The cloaked poleman straightened slightly as it saw Caro approaching. "Caro. It's been a while. And with such a lovely student, too." Cedrick's expression at this point was something along the lines of 'do whatever you want to Caro, but do anything to my student and I will kill you'. However, a lot is lost in translation, so it came out as more of a 'glare'.
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