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Post by Arual on Apr 19, 2009 9:17:28 GMT -5
Caro was taken back a moment, not expecting a visitor today- especially a cloaked one. Her eyes were sharp and focused, her fingers taking some hair that went in front of her face and pulling it back to her shoulder. The dyed blue and purple streaks rippling lightly behind her neck while the wind changed directions, her steps graceful and very cautious. It had been a while, for anyone- but purple eyes..........? That kind of meeting had been extremely long. "Hello." she said in return as not to be rude. She adjusted the collar of her jean jacket as she took a slight leap into the boat. ((Sorry, I have to go out now- or I would have done more! Zawa: It's fine, and I just wanted to say that I meant Cedrick's eyes went purple, not the cloaked person. I'm sorry, that wasn't too clear.  )) |
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Post by HarbingerxOfxDeath on Apr 19, 2009 9:53:51 GMT -5
Hecate sighed but stilled as the figure appeared as if from nowhere. Had she not been used to the witch popping up in random places en she might have reacted differently, but as it was. She glanced at the others and watched them a moment whilst whoever it was spoke. Cedrick seemed to take a shine to the creature but Hecate, as usual, did not offer the same trust. With a cat like her, you had to earn it. It wasn't given straight away.
Her tail twitched oddly at the stranger's compliment and she then yawned, waiting for Cedrick to make some vocal instruction or reassurance. She wasn't too sure about the creature herself so she had rsen to her fours, ready to run or attack if need be.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 19, 2009 20:35:51 GMT -5
An eerie little chuckle issued from the hood. "No need to worry, kitty-cat. I've nothing against you." It reached out to touch her, probably a pet, but Cedrick walked firmly in between them. It seemed to amuse the poleman even more, since he paused to laugh again before speaking. "No, the bigger worry is with the Fish today. Figure he's smelled some blood earlier tonight, as he's pretty ornery. I don't interfere with that one."
The poleman poled along, and though his movements were sweeping and unhurried, they were moving along at a fair pace. In a minute the shore was lost in fog, so that only gray water surrounded them.
"We should discuss your classes," Cedrick said, turning to face Hecate. "Magic, Weaponry, Beastry, and Master are the four necessary classes. You have no choice but to attend them." He would have went on, but since there was two of them... It would be polite for Caro to have a chance as well, if only for fulfilling her duty. Also, if the Fish was active again... Cedrick met his eyes with Caro's and gave a brief nod, his version of passing the 'teaching baton', before lifting the case from his shoulder and letting it rest on the ground.
He unfixed the simple latches and opened it, revealing a weapon of the mace family, called a morningstar. The name was much more beautiful than the actual weapon, though the slender, needle-like spikes protruding from the base did lend a certain grace. Cedrick took it up by the handle, ready for whatever would come.
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Post by Arual on Apr 20, 2009 18:50:00 GMT -5
"Correct." said the vampire, tone as if she was going to continue, and that she was. "Sixth is Music, Potiontry, or History. Seventh class with Holy, Flare, or Summoning. Eighth is Dragoon, Samauari, or Theivery. Ninth class, you are given the choices of Survival or Puppetmaster, which I heard is going to be changed into something else, so you might want to be prepared for future changes if that does occur."
((my bad with that last post))
((i see lightning.....so i will fix or add onto this tomorrow!....))
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Post by HarbingerxOfxDeath on Apr 23, 2009 8:38:07 GMT -5
She hissed at the creature and if it wasn't for Cedrick, she was have struck out at the poleman for his impudence. Hecate wasn't the easiest to deal with. It was not wonder cats were Bastet's representation and had an affiliation with both the sun and moon which in turn represented their duality. She carefully but gracefully boarded the craft and stuck to the middle. She wasn't afraid of the water but she didn't prefer to be chow for whatever lurked below. She looked at Cedrick blankly as he spoke and then Caro as she continued and blinked. Well, she was going to learn damned all here, she mused. She had no need for magic or weapon, never mind music, Potiontry. She had no interest in history and she didn't want to know what the rest of them were about.
She gave a rude answer of yawning, which was a subtle hint she saw no need for any of what they apparently taught. She sighed and turned to look in the direction they were going, her tail twitching in carefully calculated movement.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 23, 2009 11:18:42 GMT -5
"Most people prefer to choose rather than have their choice made by others," Cedrick said, a bit of wryness entering his voice. He was still stern and unsmiling, but there was a grim humor in this. For some reason her difficulty hit him as funny, and he realized why. It had been a long time since he had faced a real challenge, and he intended to win. Maybe this time it would not end with two knives dancing among his organs and his soul being taken by a devil.
There was a far off rushing sound, a vague kind of white noise that slowly grew louder, though the mist huddled too close to see any source. If, indeed, there was one that could be seen.
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Post by Arual on May 1, 2009 18:08:02 GMT -5
"Besides, do you want to be stuck as an animal forever by that woman?" Caro added, raising an eyebrow. "Stubborn as you are....let me remind you that witch winning was not in your future. Well, not until now, at least. She'll win, and you know what would happen then." ((Because I DONT know what would happen. I just thought it sounded cool.)) This would be a hard case. Where was /he/ (Jesse) when you needed him?
((Sorry for the late answer. I'm so busy anymore!))
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Post by HarbingerxOfxDeath on May 2, 2009 6:16:46 GMT -5
She looked at him blankly for a moment, hardly any emotion filling her amber orbs. "I gave not indication that I was going to refuse having my own choice," she said calmly before looking up at the other. Another thing she hated. She had to look up to others and that was annoying. "Would you?" She never meant to be obstinate, that was just how she was and how she had come to progress. Leopards weren't the easiest of creatures anyway. She stretched lightly and looked as she heard the sound. She sniffed the air heavily and growled softly.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 3, 2009 19:32:32 GMT -5
Cedrick said nothing. Despite her saying that she had no intention to refuse, she was not making any move to oblige at the moment, either. He glanced at Caro somewhat quizzically. Stuck as an animal? A witch? He had not known about this, but it was easy to fill in the gaps. Cedrick had suspected she did not come here of her own will, but this was a little more serious.
"Miss Caro, I think you and your student might want to get a firm footing," the poleman said smoothly. "I'll be back before you know it." The sound rose to a roiling crescendo, and the poleman nonchalantly started to walk away, his feet resting on the water as if it were solid and his pole being used as a bizarre kind of walking staff.
Just before he disappeared into the mist, a mighty creature burst out of the water, easily one hundred times longer than their small craft. It's body was covered in broken bits of rotted wood, seaweed, and lake parasites, all lodged in and around its irredescant gray scales. Thought whale-like in shape, there were masses of tentacles were fins should be, and its maw gaped to show thousands of sharp teeth. Wild, unfocused eyes madly rolled in their sockets, looking for the prey the Fish smelled.
The shockwaves its sudden arrival caused in the water flipped the little raft with ease, sending Cedrick flying backward. Instead of splashing into the lake, as he expected, he instead met only a few inches of water. Anything beyond that was a firm substance that gave only slightly to pressure, easy to stand on as real ground.
"My gift to you, mates," called the poleman, out of site. Ignoring the few aches of impact, he got up and held his weapon ready. Whatever magic allowed all of them to walk on water, it did not effect the Fish, which swam as if there was no obstruction. A few tentacles shot out at Hecate, a probing kind of attack.
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